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Story about Lagertha and John. Married couple living in the heart of wilderness in Alaska. Fighting with cruel weather, endless winters, wild animals and sometimes against each other.
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During day, John fixed the door and after they grabbed some food, they both went to sleep. He didn't close his eyes because of the journey, she was sleepless, because of the fear. But cuddled under blankets, they fell asleep quickly, leaving dog guarding the main door. Few days passed by and Frank came to them. After John opened, he invited him in and Frank sat with him by the table, while Lagertha prepared tea. Outside was falling rain mixed with snow already and Frank's hands were blue from cold. "Fuckin' forgot gloves. I'll forget my head one day," he murmured, making Lagertha chuckle. He put a small leather back with coins on the table for John. "It was quite a catch," he winked at him "Ya won't have to bother and it'll be enough for new dress for missus for Christmas," he cocked brows and took mug with hot beverage between his hands. "How are you, Lagertha?"
"Good, Frank," she nodded and took a seat next to John, after she put on table something small to eat as well as bottle with moonshine and two cups for men.
"That's all hers," John chuckled softly with a wink towards Lagertha. "It was her catch anyway." He shrugged and took a sip from his cup. "How are ya girls?" He asked Frank, taking his wife's hand on his own.
"Same old. They welcomed me with smile and in few minutes bragged about my dirty clothes in the room," he shrugged and Lagertha pushed her lips together, peeking at John.
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"Did Meggie threaten you with broom?" She asked quietly with small smirk.
"Nah, she always hits me with a huge wooden tablespoon. Hurts like a bitch," he said, running his palm over the back of his head.
"Why ya come here to bring new idea, like... get the fuck out!" John shook his head and took a generous sip from his drink.
"Brought ya money," he snorted, then nodded and glanced from one to another. "I asked about that Henry. There is really no record, that his wife died," he told them quietly. "Ya sure, he said, he's widower?" He turned to see Lagertha, who turned pale white.
"Yes, Frank. He told me, she died before previous winter," she said quietly and her hand squeezed John's firmly.
John looked down at her hand and felt the shiver from her body. She's still scared and he couldn't blame her but he also couldn't do anything about it. Not even his presence made her feel completely safe. "Well I'd suggest for us to go there and have a look at the house," he said quietly. "Ya know the sheriff won't give a second fuck without any solid proof so." He shrugged. "I don't want him comin' and goin' whenever I'm away. This man is a liar and there's more to dig there, I'm sure about it."
"No! Absolutely not!" Lagertha said immediately, looking at John. "He is weird and creepy, I don't want you to go there!"
"But Lagertha, it's weird. I mean, John's right. He told me, he tried to touch ya. If he did to Meg, I'll butchered him," Frank intrjected.
She knew, he was right, but she was afraid to let John walk to that man. "He came here after John left. It was like he knew, he was away," she admited, making Frank dove into a chair, brushing his hair.
