Lothor

"The throne means little to me. Give me an axe and a bag of silver and I'll be pleased. Wine, willing women, and steel. I live, I love, and I slay...and I am content."

Originally posted by jasonmomoaxx

“Should we help her?” One of his hands asked. Lothor merely leaned against a table nearby and watched more with folded arms and a wide grin.

“If this cur brings his friends, then he’s we will even the odds. For now, no. I trust her confidence and let this between them two only.” Lothor replied and poured himself some mead and some to his mates.

“A poor bargain from an even poorer trader.”  The man continued to bark.  “Your brother would not have approved of this, but then again his bargaining got him killed did it not?” She could feel it churning within her, the anger.  It raged with each twisted word he spewed.  It was one thing to insult her, but another entirely to insult and dishonour her family.   “Mind your tongue before I rid you of it whoreson.”  She seethed out, words barbed with hate.   He reached for his sword, but she flew towards him, pummelling her shoulder into his chest.  He stumbled backwards, reeling from the hit, giving her enough time to reach for the blade at her side.  She feared the strength of his arm, but she was nimble and quick enough to dodge his hacking.   Think…think, think, think.  As if it were second nature to her she relayed all that Lothor had taught her over the past few months.  Position, angle, defence.  Little did she know her tutor stood watch in the distance.  

"I have eyes lad. I trained her to defend herself, we shall see if the lessons stick to her mind." Lothor studied closely now, her foot work was correct and he knew she knew her sword play. Though he was prepared to pounce if she needed.

Originally posted by jasonmomoaonline

“Lothor…you may have interest in this” one of Lothor’s hired hands rang the barbarian’s ear. Lothor went outside and saw the situation. He merely chuckled and watched.

“My price was fair.”  Freya snapped at the intruder, her patience wearing thin.  “I will not be lowering it, no matter how much you hound me.” “I don’t think you understand girl.”  He growled in response. “Oh, I understand perfectly well.”  Placing her mead at her side, she lifted herself from her perch.  For what she lacked in stature, the petite young woman made up for in guts and stubbornness, and had no issue facing a man nearing twice her size.  “Perhaps your parents should have taught you how to take no for an answer.”

"Should we help her?" One of his hands asked. Lothor merely leaned against a table nearby and watched more with folded arms and a wide grin.

"I don't remember inviting you barbarian, and now I'll have to take matters into my owwwWWAAHH!!!!" The person tried to slam at his face, Lothor merely grabbed and bit off some fingertips and yank on a hand full of groin before lifting this worm of a person up and tossing them like common filth away.

This barbarian yanked an axe and hacked at some crates and chests, spilling gold on the floor.

"More gold if you dogs stop following your orders and live like actual men and women." He said as he took some gold for himself as well as a flagon of mead and walked away.

Originally posted by lucyllawless

“Well, I shall definitely share a drink to old friends. I feel blessed today, my thanks.” Lothor dipped his head to a bow of a nod. Indeed it was lovely to see a familiar face.

Lothor reached an arm gently to accept the invitation. “To old friends” he said as the glasses met before a sweet flavor honored his drying lips. Today will be a good day.

Gods or not,

Tonight he thanks Dali.

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it was odd it had been awhile since she had something nice to celebrate. especially not since arriving here. the people were nice, if not a little warry of her. she could only imagine how lothor must have felt the first time arriving here. if people did not trust her right away she could only imagine the looks lothor must have gotten. a large man like him surely raised some eyebrows. two friends in a strange land it seemed.

the sweet liquor was the perfect way to top this surprise. 

“so tell me, how did a mercenary such as yourself end up in this little trade town? you mentioned you just got in. do you live here now? or just passing through?” she asked, hoping he did not mind all the questions she was throwing his way.

"I plan on living here in fact, I'm all over the place, depending on my task. One month I may be here helping farmers, fending off bandits, blacksmithing perhaps. I may also sail and raid, or protect caravans and be with welcoming company"

He replied as he enjoyed his second sip.

Originally posted by lucyllawless

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Silence

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..“Yes..? Innocence is a type I fancy. I also fancy a fiery woman like a whip.”

He grin with a glare and growled.

She was an alpha, meant to be queen after all. “Do you desperately need a king this early?”

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Could she tell him? All the doubts she had? Was she even ready to be Queen? She only went down this route to get what she truly desired. The seer made it certain that she will finally become a mother with Aesir, and being Queen was within that path of fate. All she wanted was a perfectly normal ordinary life. Do you desperately need a king this early? The questioned echoed through her. Would she change her mind and go back to Rune? Or will she continue to walk this unknown path with Aesir of life that has been long overdue? 

“Hush now, not so loud, Lothor,” Ingrid whispered, quickly rushing her hands over to cover his mouth. “Do I desperately need a King this early? Of course I do. All Kings and Queens needs help… Guidance. They say that Rome wasn’t built in a day, and that is the same for Hedeby.”

"Sorry sorry!" He tried saying as his mouth was covered. His arms failed slightly in surrender, trying to hold laughter.

"Of course, but we need not rush into that yet. We have a lot of work to do."

She was being sweet on him, and Lothor had a hard time hiding his smile or red cheeks. Once she told him of that jon he took on two years ago, it was as if he was visiting a dream fresh from yesterday. The barbarian was indeed asked by the caravan leaders to help protect the people and guard their supplies. Honest work for him and he did meet lovely people, including Dali.

“Dalisay!? Yes, I remember. Your mother was indeed a lovely woman as well as a talented dancer, and you sheepishly shy yet charming company. Gods it must of been two years ago I believe. Haven’t heard or seen you since! I merely came to ask for supplies for my journey. It won’t before some times, I’ll be here for a while. If you wish to spend some time over a drink and chat.”

Originally posted by bills-skarsgards

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“what are the chances…” dali smiled, shaking her head. still not believing she was seeing him here. how nice it was to bring back such memories.

“i have not seen a familiar face in a very long time. i have been traveling on my own for a few months now, which is much different than a caravan. i don’t know how people do it all the time. it was far too lonely.” and dangerous of course. dali spent most of the time traveling disguised as a boy but i will be here for a while. it was safer to do as more people just left her alone if they believed she was a lone boy traveling. not to mention she barely knew how to hold a sword when trouble came her way. but someone despite all the odds she managed to make her way here. “but i will be here for awhile though. i don’t plan any more solo traveling for a bit at least.” she laughed.

“oh! wait here!” the artist smiled, giving his arm a small squeeze. in a flash she was towards the back of the shop, opening the small door to her room. digging through her things she found a bottle of liquor she had gotten along the way in her travels. “this seems like a cause for celebration! that is if you don’t mind having a drink with me now” she called back to him before emerging holding the bottle and two glasses.

pouring them both a glass she held hers up towards him. “to seeing old friends.”

"Well, I shall definitely share a drink to old friends. I feel blessed today, my thanks." Lothor dipped his head to a bow of a nod. Indeed it was lovely to see a familiar face.

Lothor reached an arm gently to accept the invitation. "To old friends" he said as the glasses met before a sweet flavor honored his drying lips. Today will be a good day.

Gods or not,

Originally posted by sparkling-lux

He busted out laughing, almost dropping his pole. She had her moments of making him legit genuinely happy. “I am blessed you’re in my life, already my day is made. Many thanks Ingrid, though you are still better at this game than I. I might be oblivious, but those women are either sheepish to bring it up. I merely do not wish to be forceful, don’t get me wrong I’m willing to be sweet on…and in the women. I wish for them to be willing.”

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“It sounds to me that they’re more than willing. Now, what is this talk about this Dalisay girl? You like to prey on the innocent ones I see,” She said, a crooked grin appeared after she spoke. Knowing well that she can see right through him with his taste of women. She didn’t blame him, even the best warrior of Hedeby has to settle down and find a proper woman… And she had curve in her hips that were wide enough. Hopefully, plenty enough to handle Lothor. “Don’t break too many hearts, or I’ll fear you’ll top me in that. But I shall gladly hand you the crown.”

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Silence

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.."Yes..? Innocence is a type I fancy. I also fancy a fiery woman like a whip."

He grin with a glare and growled.

Originally posted by jasonmomoaonline

beerserker​:

Originally posted by jasonmomoaxx

“Permanently borrowing” he smiled as be turned his head to see with eating grape and he gave a grin. Lothor returned to attend to getting a catch.

“She didn’t do well of mentioning such things to me. She should of bedded me beforehand, not speak to you about it and just fantasize about me.”

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“Well, she made it very clear… That,” Ingrid hesitated, looking down with a wide grin that she quickly tried covering with her hand. She then waved her hand dismissing it all. “I am starting to understand that there’s plenty of women here that has sleepless nights about you. How cruel of you to become a better temptress than myself?”

Originally posted by sparkling-lux

The large man nodded and followed her to look at her wares. Lothor rubbed his eyes and tried to sober up. She had a face that made the day delightful already, though her accent set off his primal nature. He’d pay to hear her tell tales.

“I am glad she is well. I can understand spending time seeking kin, I have no issue in this, as you are here to help me out. I am here for merely business, and to of course put a good word in or two to the mistress, and yourself.” Lothor said with a respectable body of his head.

“I made no order, but I am in need of supplies. In short time I am going on a little journey and will pay you gladly for items to help along the way. I am Lothor by the way.”

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“that would be very appreciated. i only just arrived here to the village. and the mistress has been very kind in giving me a job here.” and a place to sleep as well. not that she would tell the stranger her bed was just beyond the doors in a small back room. it was nothing fancy nor was it terrible. but enough space to call her own until she was able to find another place to stay in. maybe she would be lucky and some small home would become abandoned and she could move in. until then however the back of the shop would do just fine. 

dali began pulling out a few examples of clothing she had made to show the man. “i would be happy to make you something if that is what you are looking for. i do hope you are here for a few days? unless you are just passing through and leaving tonight?” she asked the man.

however when the man mentioned his name she nearly dropped the stack of fabric in her hands. “lothor?” she said. memories rushed back to her of the large and slightly intimidating man who was part of the group of mercenaries to helped to protect the caravan many moons ago. she had been far too nervous to really talk to him back then, but now here he was in the shop. “i do know you.” she said, putting down the fabric and taking a step closer towards him. “the leaders of the caravan hired you to help protect us…gods when was it…two years ago? i doubt you would remember me there were so many of us. my mother was a dancer there… i’m dalisay, or well dali most people call me.” she paused, speechless for a moment. so surprised to see him here in this small place. “sorry i…it’s just nice to see someone from before…i, uh…sorry.” she said, shaking her head to turn back to her work.

"Dalisay!? Yes, I remember. Your mother was indeed a lovely woman as well as a talented dancer, and you sheepishly shy yet charming company. Gods it must of been two years ago I believe. Haven't heard or seen you since! I merely came to ask for supplies for my journey. It won't before some times, I'll be here for a while. If you wish to spend some time over a drink and chat."

And wait...and inhale some....

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And listen to nature.

“By the gods I’m doing it.” Lothor said to himself as he awoke early morning and grabbed his belongings. The barbarian bear of a man went inside a nearby inn and purposely went through the back and picked the lock with his dagger and helped himself inside. He “borrowed” some eggs and mead, and bread, maybe a pan and fork with some ale and dried salted meats…but he wrote a note and left payment. A big I owe you. Lothor had a fishing pole and supplies. He hadn’t fished in a long while. His pass time was usually sailing, raiding, pillaging, or being sweet on and in a woman. Lothor went alone when morning barely was up and he decided to pack a pipe of smoke herb and cast a line.

And wait…and inhale some….

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And listen to nature.

Originally posted by jasonmomoaonline

“That is called stealing you know, despite leaving a note trail,” Ingrid said to him teasingly, popping a grape in her mouth as she trailed behind him, arms held behind her back watching as the large man hurriedly away to tend to his business. “You have left Gertrud heartbroken the other day. She worked tired-some as she cried. She spoke briefly of bedding you. But you up and left with no word the moment the sun reached the horizon. Lothor, the one who breaks the hearts of lonesome women of Hedeby.” Though, she was only teasing. But part of her felt like a hypocrite. 

"Permanently borrowing" he smiled as be turned his head to see with eating grape and he gave a grin. Lothor returned to attend to getting a catch.

Originally posted by jasonmomoaonline

The journey was long. Long.

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Gods!

“Lothor! We reached port!” Lothor’s ears twitched. One of his hired hands rang only good news today. The large bear of a man stood up and waited until port. He alone walked off to meet a fine lass. Either the hang over was hitting him or this woman was the best thing he’d seen since ever. Lothor politely coughed.

“I was expecting the mistress, but I will not complain her absence. We do hope she is in good health. We are merely here for goods”

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this man looked familar but it was hard to place exactly where she had seen him before. dali had met hundred of people before, thousands even. it was part of the life being in a traveling caravaan, you met more people than you could ever keep track of. but his face….how could someone forget a face like that? it was clear he was someone but her memory was failing her. 

she was thinking too long and quickly caught herself to begin speaking again. “oh yes, apologizes she is not here. she is in good health, just out visiting some family. so it’s just me here. i hope that is enough.” she said standing up from her seat. “please come in.” she said waving the man inside the shop. “were you looking to pick something up or have something mad?” she asked, her accent unlike those around her. but it seemed maybe his was to. “i…i am sorry but do i know you? you seem so…familiar.”

The large man nodded and followed her to look at her wares. Lothor rubbed his eyes and tried to sober up. She had a face that made the day delightful already, though her accent set off his primal nature. He'd pay to hear her tell tales.

"I am glad she is well. I can understand spending time seeking kin, I have no issue in this, as you are here to help me out. I am here for merely business, and to of course put a good word in or two to the mistress, and yourself." Lothor said with a respectable body of his head.

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it was a beautiful day to sit outside. not a cloud in sight and the sun shining brightly down on the village. closing her eyes, for a moment dali soaked in the calming atmosphere of the day. in her lap her latest embroidery hoop was almost done. it was an intricate detailing of one of the viking ships she had first seen when she first arrived in the village. a small tapestry of her time here.

her hands made quick work of the details on the ship. her concentration focused entirely on her project until she heard the footsteps of someone approaching the shop. there was a bright smile on the young woman’s face as she greeted the guest.

“good day.” dalisay greeted, her voice thick with a foreign accent. “this mistress is not in the shop currently but i could help you with something if you needed?” she asked them.

The journey was long. Long.

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Gods!

"Lothor! We reached port!" Lothor's ears twitched. One of his hired hands rang only good news today. The large bear of a man stood up and waited until port. He alone walked off to meet a fine lass. Either the hang over was hitting him or this woman was the best thing he'd seen since ever. Lothor politely coughed.

Lothor gave out a small chuckle with a nod. “I am, aye. I am a simple man that enjoys the simple things” he said and thought about his time here. He did meet wonderful people and felt welcomed. Why leave it behind? People such as Freya gave him the reason to be himself and enjoy life.

Originally posted by bodybebangin

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“A simple man that enjoys simple pleasures.”  Freya repeated, laughing lightly.  She doubted it there was anything simple about him, not from all she had gathered about him.  As much as she’d interrogated, she still had so many questions she was yet to ask.  She yearned to hear him recall all the tales of his travels, but the night was growing long.