our fratricide

kvventhrith liked for a starter

   ”I ain’t a sell-sword, y’know.” She feels overdressed before the woman, a human, a mage in robes, while she remained in full armour. “So I dunno why ye’d think to seek me, of all possible folks, out.” 

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          "You are the brother to Ragnar Loðbrók."

There is no hint of doubt in her voice. Kwenthrith has been learning about these pagans with much enthusiasm, even going as far as to have Athelstan teach her some of their language.

            "I had not thought to see women leading warriors              of their own..."

                      " You are not from around here, are you?                          I’ve never seen you before. “ 

            “I, well, no, not really. Floki is… A wonderful fellow, though              the areas he excels in are ones that seem like they might be              too boring for you.” Floki was his friend, yes, but he could not               help the lies, flustered as he was by her presence, by her smile.

                          “it comes from years of hard work.”                            he finds it easier to be in England,                            away  from those  who would think                            to    make    a    beggar    of    him——- ( they would  f a i l  )                           “I have been joining my father on                             raids ever since I was still a boy.”

                           "And you are a man now, are you?"                             She asks nothing of his father; the                             apparent King of Denmark that she                             has neither seen nor heard word of.                             He does not interest her like Erlendur.

                            A hand is outstretched so that she is                             able to give his biceps a firm squeeze,                             seeing little need to ask for permission.

                            A small humph escapes past her lips,                             and such a devilish smirk sets upon them.