Tóki Geirr (Vikings)
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"On a river in a basket, laid a babe. This babe was not like any other, for it was Tóki Geirr who rested within the basket. She was retrieved by a handsome man," Ragnar smiled when she hit his chest playfully, "and was taken in by a beautiful shieldmaiden."
The both had loving smiles as the thought of Lagertha.
"Tóki was taught many things by these two and her siblings adored her. Not caring if she was blood or not."
Björn shifted slightly and Ragnar could see a smile on his face. Tóki cuddled into Ragnar's chest, making him continue.
"She grew to become the most powerful and beautiful woman that anyone had ever faced. And she was feared by many, yet, she was loved by more."
Tóki was taken in by Ragnar and Lagertha and became a sibling to Björn and Gyda.
This is her story of how the Gods blessed her and how meeting one person changed her life.
(Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or story plot beside Tóki and added in characters.)
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