Hearthfires - part 1
THWACK!
The hard metal of the swords hilt, hit him in the face, hard, sending him to the floor and a cascade of blood to run down into his mouth. âArrggh!â The young boy wheezed, the air viciously escaping his lungs, spitting out the iron tasting blood he looked up at his attacker. A grizzled bearded man towered above him, decorated with many of his own hard won scars. He looked disapprovingly down at the boy before him, âBy Odinâs beard Bryn, if you want to come on a raid with me and your brothers, you WILL learn to be tough.â Blinking away the threat of tears the boy, Bryn, sprang up and readied his own small axe, wiping away at the blood still running down his face. âYes, father... can we try again?â A gentle breeze from the sea ruffled the man's beard enough to show a small smile. âNow thatâs better boy, another round before your mother skins me for keeping you from your bed.â Bryn beamed at his father's words and they began to fight once more in the warm light of dusk.
A loud screeching was his only warning before the mass landed on him, ensuring that Bryn wasnât returning to his fond memories anytime soon. Blinking away sleep he focused on what had just awoken him, pale blue eyes peered up at Bryn from under a mass of unkempt brown hair, that framed a dirt coloured face seemingly too dark for his eyes. âMorning Hadi.â Bryn smiled at the boy ruffling his hair, as the boy made himself at home on top of the wolfâs fur blanket. âAfternoon and papa said to get you up to help with chores, because mamaâs teaching us to fight bears!â Hadi said excitedly, illustrating his last words with a childlike bear impression. Brynjar smiled at the boy before shifting back under the soft and inviting covers, âWell then I donât think thereâs anything for me to do, so back to sleep.â This panicked Hadi who pulled at the manâs arm while Bryn continued pretending to be asleep. âCome on uncle Bryn, papa said that if you didnât do chores then mama couldnât teach us to fight bears!â The boy struggled to grab hold of the much larger man's arm. Hadi sat back on his haunches in defeat, when suddenly his uncle's arm stirred, if only to put him into a headlock. âYouâre going to have to be quicker than that if you want to fight bears.â Brynjar chuckled at the boys meager attempts to get free before letting him go, âNow off with you, find your mama and learn to fight bears boy.â Hadi hopped down from the bed and raced through the door, reappearing a second later to make sure his uncle really was getting up from bed, before once again vanishing in search of his mama and adventure.
Laughing as he sat up in bed, Brynjar slowly began his rituals for the day. Stretching his legs slowly he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, while absent mindedly scratching the scar that his father had given him so many years ago. Looking around the longhouse he spied where Eir had moved his clothes, to sit neatly atop a chair by the table, keeping them somewhat clean. Sighing heavily he rose, stretched once more and rubbed away the aches and pains of his battle hardened body. Walking to the chair he picked up his pants before looking for a small wooden wash bowl, making his way over he also picked up a small cloth to dry himself afterwards. Taking particular care Bryn washed his face, ears and nose, pulled his pants on and said a silent prayer to Odin for the souls of his lost son and new daughter. Finishing his prayers, Bryn stretches a final time and heads out to start his rather late daily grind.














