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The space between life and death, that's where we are the most alive.
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There was another feast in Kattegat. Eira went with Helga and Floki. She tried her best to ignore the fact that Ragnar was there with his wife Lagertha. It wasn't like Ragnar had a choice, but it still made her uncomfortable so she drowned her worries with mead and tried to have a good time.
She didn't even look at Ragnar. She couldn't bare to be reminded of that he wasn't hers to have.
Floki filled her cup up once again, before he looked straight at her, with a somewhat serious look on his face, which was pretty rare.
"What's troubling you?" He asked leaving Eira quite puzzled.
Eira studied his facial expression for a moment, before she answered.
"Do I look like someone who's troubled?" She smiled at him.
"The tension is so thick that you could cut it with an axe." Floki laughed lightly.
"Have you seen how she stares at me?" Eira said jokingly, smiling at him with a raised eyebrow making Floki laugh.
"Maybe she just wonders how it would be like to share their bed with you." Floki said with a playful smirk.
"I don't like to share Floki." Eira sighed before taking a sip of her mead.
"I know." Floki said with a foolish smile starting to form on his lips.
"Lagertha isn't the only one staring." Floki giggled before taking a big gulp of his mead.
Eira slowly turned her eyes to the table up front, where Ragnar was sitting with Lagertha and Björn.
Ragnar had watched her the whole evening, wondering why she wouldn't look at him.
Their eyes immediately met and her heart started beating faster. Ragnar raised his cup and smiled seductively at her.
Eira smiled weakly at him before she raised her cup too.
"See?" Floki chuckled at her.
"He's still not mine to take." Eira smiled weakly at him.
"Oh, I think he is." Floki giggled before returning to his mead.
Before Eira could get lost in her own thoughts about Floki's words, a man sat down next to her.
He greeted her politely, as he turned to her.
"I'm Rollo." He added with a small smile.
"Ragnar's brother, right?" Eira asked smiling.
"Yeah." Rollo nodded still smiling weakly.
"I'm Eira." She smiled at him.
"Nice to meet you Eira." He smiled, wider this time before he filled their cups.
