𝐎𝐇𝐆𝐇𝐗𝐒𝐓 | a muti - muse blog for the group nomadhqz
featuring oskar asulf, esme sattari , osian llewellyn , haneul , aysun phokas , ragnar eskilsen written by fran ( she/her . est )
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there’s a slight curve to her lips as she listens to him speak, in contrast to how they both seemingly feel and, not necessarily the topic at hand, but rather the reason behind why such a conversation could be held in the first place. her needing to hide away. she looks down at the bowl of soup now held in two hands, not willing to let the opportunity to warm them both up go amiss.
“only if you are certain that your friends would not mind,” she says, unsure of how else to place forth the question of whether a princess staying in the viking long house might become a cause for annoyance for some of the other clan members. not that she thinks of herself as an annoying person, she’s not opposed at all to the idea of making herself useful should she be allowed to stay. but, well. the way oskar has previously tried to insist that her mere presence in the camp, before she had a reason to hide away in it, was something that ought to be avoided.
“ i’m sure they will be fine with it, as will aksel, ” he assured her, knowing full well that the man would never object to helping someone. in fact, the aksel would undoubtedly be more displeased at oskar for breaking kelem out of the dungeon after explicitly instructing him not to do anything reckless.
since meeting kelem, he discovered himself behaving in ways he typically wouldn’t. he was more reckless in his actions, when normally he would think before doing something; excluding the tavern incident. but while that was a negative affect, the positive greatly outweighed it. he found himself having much more restraint over his temper, showing those around him a much kinder side to him. she was changing him, undoubtedly for the better, to which he was immensely grateful of.
“ we need not discuss it, but… ” he began, his sentence trailing off. “ i very good at comforting someone, but if need be, i am here for you. i promise, i won’t let anything else happen to you. ”
since returning to scotland, ragnar found himself to be less than hopeful about the goal for peace. all those he had gone to meet with declined his invitation, with some even mocking the idea. now that he was back, he began to question whether peace was even attainable. he yearned for the simpler days of his past, when his only concerns were tending to his farm and cherishing moments with his children who were now all grown up with little time for him.
a heavy sigh escaped the viking as he shifted his weight as he watched people glide across the icy surface of the lake. he contemplated whether he should make another attempt to secure an audience with the king, as his last request had been disregarded. as he turned to depart, he accidentally collided with someone, quickly ushering out an apology while extending his arm to steady the person. “ i apologize, are you alright? ” he asked with genuine concern.
OPEN STARTER.
location : outside the castle grounds
There was nothing as disorientating as losing a beloved parent and then leaving your homeland in search of alliances. The weather had been particularly awful upon Ailise’s arrival, and there have scarcely been improvements in the days since. Still, despite all the guests and the overcrowding, Ailise found some comfort in the terrain. It all looked like home; even the weather was similar, but everything just felt off, as if they were on an uneven keel. Perhaps sneaking off outside the castle wasn’t the best of ideas, but Ailise needed to feel as if they could breathe again. Just outside the confines of the castle and without their guards, Ailise decided that the morning would just be for themselves, with no interruptions—that is, until she stopped for a break by the outskirts of the forest. They saw someone ahead of them, and Ailise swore under their breath as they went to turn away before stepping rather loudly on a twig. “My apologies,” Ailise called to the stranger. “I did not mean to disrupt your solitude; I only wished to escape for a moment or two.” Asking for a moment alone was a luxury that so few could afford in Scotland, given that the Scottish king had extended an invitation to the entire world, it seemed.
prior to his departure, his relationship with the scottish king had been amicable, much to the extent that they had agreed to unite one of their children together in matrimony to forge an alliance. however, now that he was back and was now privy to certain events that occurred during his absence, he is beginning to question whether he had made an error in judgment.
these contemplations have consumed his mind since the moment he awoke this morning, all the way up till he heard the sound of a twig snapping behind him, startling him. he had not anticipated encountering anyone else at this hour, particularly someone who appeared more suited to the confines of a secure environment, with guards behind them for protection. “ it’s alright, ” came his response, a sigh following after. in truth, he should be thanking them for rescuing him from his ceaseless ruminations, “ i was merely thinking to myself in a circle, you are welcome to stay, i will not bother you. ”
the camp hadn't stopped to sleep since the yule celebrations had begun. if he wanted sleep the only place he would find it was the castle - though he was far from graceful when he made his way down the halls to find lachlan's room. even if the camp were quite he would have found his way there in the end. he'd lost track of the amount of ale he'd consumed that night, had he even had time to sober up before starting again?
even if his feet were a little unstable beneath him, his eyes didn't betray him - he knew that face, even through a crowd. how could he not? even if the years had been unkind to all of them, aksel could not forget him and the things he'd done. he'd be likely be dead if it wasn't for ragnar. cup in hand he pushed past a few of his own men, eyes narrowed but never leaving the older man. " ragnar?! " a grin spread across his lips when he came into sight properly, crowds no longer between them. " it is you. i thought i'd had too much ale. "
ragnar had always been an enigmatic figure, a man whose true emotions were difficult to discern; so he was told. despite his gentle and kind nature, there apparently was an air of intimidation surrounding him. he often wondered why he appeared so fearsome to others, as he couldn’t fathom the reason behind it.
the yule celebration kicked off shortly after his arrival back to scotland. although exhaustion from his travels weighed heavily on him, he knew he needed to at least make an appearance, and he needed or wanted to see how things were looking. they were here for peace, and he hoped to see people getting along. ragnar wondered aimlessly through the bustling crowd, before hearing his name being called. “ from how you’re walkin’, i’d say you still might have, ” he jest, a smile broke on his normally stoic face. “ how is my dear boy doing? how have the years been treating you? ”
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njal didn't need her to finish, he wasn't a stranger to cruel words used against others. he understood what she had meant and appreciated it. "thank you," he said kindly, putting the coin away before making his way to the coal to grab a few pieces. he probably took less than what was needed, but he hadn't wanted to come off as ungrateful. he will find more once the snow the stopped falling if the host king doesn't divy out some more.
"if there is ever anything i can provide, please ask," he assured, throwing his bag over his shoulder.
“ it’s no trouble, ” she smiled, stepping aside to make room for the man. she couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t taking as much as she had hoped. she understood the importance of not wanting to appear greedy, she wanted him to have enough to at least have a head start on the coming winter season. for now, she remained silent, pondering ways that she might be able to help in the future.
“ your advice on a matter would be a nice start, ” she began, moving to one of her work tables. it had been some time since she had encountered another blacksmith. she hadn’t any real training, nor someone she could ask questions to, as the person she had learned the trade from was someone who she’d rather never encounter again. but she was at a loss at times, wondering how she could do something better, why something wasn’t working, wondering if the blades she made were too delicate. “ if you would be so kind as to inspect this for me, ” she ask, lifting one of the blades she was working on for a guard off the table. “ i fear i may have erred somewhere and i am at a loss at what i did wrong. ”
a lot of time had passed since she'd moved to the frisian quarters, some of that time she'd spent stuck in the dungeon until the prince arie had come to her rescue, little of it had been spent in her room. since then there had been a shift between them, not a bad one, enough for her to feel a little more comfortable trying to make the quarters her home. if there had been any upside to her time in the dungeon, it had been being able to stay close to osian, even if their surroundings and situation had been severe - now they were free and she found herself without him again. a feeling that now felt alien, even wrong. the conversation she'd dreaded having with him had passed and she'd had no real reason to worry about his reaction. he'd been understanding, caring, just as he always way. just as she'd needed.
she was considering leaving her room to at least stretch her legs for a while, even if with the last couple months of her pergnancy looming her legs were restless. but when she stood to make her way to the door she heard the knock and set her cloak back down. elif moved to the door, assuming it was the prince only to be met with osian once oepend.
" osian. " instantly a grin found the servants lips, door pushed away to allow him inside. " i was just about to come and find you. " she stepped forward, arms reaching to embrace him, grip around his shoulders as head tucked into his shoulder for a moment - for not nearly long enough but it would have to be. " are you okay? " she met his eyes once she'd pulled back. " you're not still in trouble, are you? "
his heart skipped a beat as the door opened, his eyes immediately drawn to her. it didn’t matter how many times he had seen her, she was always more beautiful than the last time he saw her. their time together in the dungeon had only deepened his affection for her, and the thought of losing her terrified him beyond measure. it wasn’t his love for her that made him nervous in the moment though, but the fear of his own mistakes that might have her slipping away from him.
as she embraced him, he held her tightly, cherishing what could very well be his last moment with her. he knew the reason for his visit was a delicate matter, and he didn’t want to ruin their time together, but he had too. he fidgeted nervously, struggling to find the right words to say. “ i’m not in trouble, ” he reassured her, “ kitty, or princess kathrine, made sure of that. but there’s something i need to tell you. ”
osian took a deep breath, his nerves getting the best of him. “ i can’t hear, ” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, almost ashamed to say it. “ not properly, but….it's been like this for a long time, and i didn’t want to burden you with it. but i thought you deserve to know the truth… ” he trailed off, unsure of how she would react, but he had to be honest. “ you have every right to be angry with me for keeping that from you. i’ll understand you want to have nothing to do with him, but i thought you had the right, and you were being honest in the dungeon and it was only fair, ” he continued to ramble, saying everything and nothing.
Perhaps it was wrong of her to laugh- but she cannot help it. Watching her daughter run through the freshly fallen snow had been enough to make her smile- but when the little redhead stooped to pick up a handful of the snow to form it into a ball, Caoimhe made no move to stop her. She should have expected the girl to throw it- but the laughter still escaped her when it was thrown at the other. "Niamh! I'm sorry, she's just a little excited." The queen looked to her daughter. "Please apologize, we do not throw things at people."
it was entirely his own doing, for his mind was preoccupied as he gazed out onto the vast snowy plains of the scottish lands. despite knowing that he should be reunited with his clan after being absent for several months , his focus had been on persuading other clan leaders to partake in peace negotiations. sadly though, his efforts were in vain, as they merely just laughed at him.
a blow to his back jolted him back to reality, causing him to turn around and discover a young girl. “ no, its alright, ” he reassured her, dismissing any notion of blame. it was not the first time he was pelted by a snowball, as he had experienced his fair share of snowball attacks. he had kids of his own, afterall. although his own children were all grown now, there was a time when they too engaged in family snowball battles. “ she’s a good arm. with a bit more practice, she’ll be a fearsome warrior. ”
tom hardy, male, he/him, 50 — dear all nations, RAGNAR ESKILSEN has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of BROTHER by KODALINE. the LEADER of THE ESKILSEN CLAN is known to be IN FAVOR OF making peace. HE reminds me of SACRIFCING ALL PARTS OF YOU FOR THE ONES YOU LOVE & DEATH FOLLOWING YOU LIKE A SHADOW however did you know that IS LOSING HIS FAITH IN FINDING PEACE?
[ statistics ] ⸻
full name : ragnar eskilsen
nicknames : n/a
age : 50
gender + pronouns : male he/him
orientation : bisexual
[ appearance ] ⸻
height : 5'10
hair colour : brown
eye colour : blue
dominant hand : left
distinguishing scars : calloused hands covered with small scars here in there from years of fighting. a small scar on his right eyebrow.
his hair is kept short, as he hate it long.
[ background + family ] ⸻
birthdate: may 19th
rank : leader of the eskilsen clan
mother : sif
father : eskil
sibling(s) : gunnar (deceased)
wife : open
children : n/a ragnarsen, brynjar, open, ragnarsdatter, open ragnardatter
[ introduction ] ⸻
the matter surrounding your birth was nothing but ordinary. there were no dramatic events or clandestine affairs, no eerie howls in the night. you simply came into this world, and that was that. you were not born into a famous viking line, your parents were farmers. becoming viking was done out of desperation and loyalty to jarl ubbe, who you also pledged loyalty to when you came of age. viking was not something your parents wanted for you. they wanted you to have a good life. your father was good man, and only wanted to provide for his family, to protect them, even if it meant doing things he did not desire.
he instilled these values in you, and while you grew into a formidable warrior. your heart yearned for peace and the betterment of all viking, not just yourself and your kin. starting your own clan was never apart of your plans, yet somehow you found yourself as a leader of one. you often wondered what it was that had people following you. while you were a skilled warrior, and that no doubt played a role into their reasoning. it was your compassionate nature, reminiscent of your father’s, that seemed to draw people to you. they rtusted you and shared your desire for harmony. of course, that is not to say you have your moments. while you are naturally reserved, anger can still ignite within you. it takes much to provoke you, but those who have witnessed your wrath quickly learn to avoid your displeasure.
the move to scotland was not to raid it’s lands, but rather find better soil for farming, to find a place of peace. Though residents of the land were initially wary of your clan's presence; they soon came to trust you and your people.
[ hooks ] ⸻
is a very reserved quiet person. it takes a while to be provoked to anger. usually by that time, it is too late to start back tracking.
love language is acts of kindness.
has a habit of adopting strays.
looks intimidating on the outside, but is actually a soft teddy bear.
the scottish king threatening his life was long since in the past, but what oskar had done in an attempt to stop it had not been forgotten. it would not have stayed a secret, aksel and the crown prince told one another all there was to know and his friends ' offer ' had quickly been brought up in conversation only after the threat had gone away.
it had not felt appropriate to bring it up when the princess kelem was being held in the dungeons - but now she was freed aksel could no longer hold his tongue. he could not stop a sharpness from embedding itself into the tone of his voice when he spoke either. " what were you playing at? " he paused but took a step closer to his friend. " trying to scarifice yourself in my place? "
since the passing of hal, the world seemed to have turned upside down. food shortages, individuals being unjustly imprisoned in the dungeon — a a bounty being place on aksel. he never for his plan to forfeit his life for aksel’s and while the bounty was no longer in place, he remained steadfast in his plan to through with it. of course, only after he knew that kelem would be safe, and well-cared for. he prayed to the gods that there would be no need, and aksel would remain a free man.
oskar was on his way back to his tent, an extra blanket in hand for kelem, unaware that magnus and aksel had made it back to camp. “ what are you going on about? ” he scoffed, stopping short so as to not run into the man. he knew what the man before him was referring to, and he briefly wondered if lachlan had betrayed him in keeping his secret. if he had to take a guess, he would say that he did. “ it does not matter now anyway, ” he continued, not wanting to reveal anymore than what already was. he attempted to move around the man, eager to return to kelem’s side. “ now if you excuse me. ”
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william eyes the woman as if she is something dangerous to him, a threat placed before him with feigned innocence, like the intentions of a sword thrown at his feet in the name of training - he won't be fooled by her. she has spoken all but two sentences to him, ever, and yet his dislike of her is nearly overwhelming. just because he knows who she is - and perhaps who she was intended to be at one point in time.
he lets his hand drop for the sake of crossing his arms over his chest - as if defensive is something he needs to be towards his unsuspecting foe. "you do appear strange, yes," he says, in the name of voicing his thoughts openly as requested. and he smiles, a forced one but still. and it might very well be his first smile in a month. sad that it should be wasted on her. "but who am i to judge. did they catch your eye?" double meaning there - he won't let himself think about it. instead, he nods towards the statue. "i can put in a good word for you if you so wish."
if her initial opinion for prince william was positive, it was swiftly diminishing. she was at a loss of what she could have done to provoke his immature insults and teasing. she couldn’t recall ever having a real conversation or interaction with him, yet she was enduring his mistreatment.
“ is resorting to name-calling, and petty teasing the best you can do? ” she began, maintaining her neutral expression. “ i had hoped for something more intellectually stimulating from you. it’s truly disappointing to discover that the rumors about the young prince of scotland were indeed true. ” it was mostly a lie. very little was actually said about the prince, and the tidbits she had heard were nothing more than idle gossip. some of which she regretted ever hearing.
PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK
Day 3 — Favorite Character: Ivar The Boneless (Vikings)
You have many gifts, and anger is a gift. You do not think like other men. You are unpredictable. And that will serve you well. Use your anger intelligently, and I promise you, my son, that one day the whole world will know and fear Ivar, the Boneless. Everyone will always underestimate you. You must make them pay for it. Be ruthless.
she knows she had it easier than others locked in the dungeons, of course, but- dehydration and hunger will still get to you, no matter to which degree others have it worse. kel feels more or less like a shell of her former self, to be quite frank. where she might normally light up entirely upon oskar’s return to the tent in which she’d found a hiding place, now, she only manages a meek smile. her feelings for him no weaker than before - on the contrary, to be quite honest - yet she cannot quite convey them with the same ease she normally might.
she’s sat on his bed, in the name of resting. kiki has found a spot on her lap, never one to pass down the opportunity of napping in good company. as if it is second nature, cold hands stroke the cat’s fur, some sense of peace brought forward by the repetitive motion. yet, she stops with no hesitation as oskar holds out a bowl of soup for her to take. the steam rising from it is inviting enough in itself. she reaches for it. “thank you.”
it was not lost on him that kelem’s normal bubbly personality and radiant smile were absent. although he had anticipated this, witnessing it up close left him at a loss for how to uplift her spirits. comforting someone wasn’t something oskar was adept at, and secretly wished for aksel, or even magnus, who were far more skilled in the art of comforting.
oskar sat himself on the wooden stool he kept in his tent, positioning himself opposite of her. he gazed down at his bowl of soup before casting another glance in her direction. “ i’ll ask aksel about moving you to the longhouse, ” he finally uttered, disregarding the fact that aksel had no inkling of her presence. he could only imagine how that conversation would unfold. hopefully, it would not result in any physical altercations, considering he was very much still healing from his fight with hal. “ it’ll be warmer for you there than here in the tent. ”
something snapped inside the king when he heard that name uttered on the tavern owners lips. he had convinced himself that his mind had been playing tricks on him, that milo had told him the truth - milo would not do that. how could he? but of course it made more sense than anybody else. the jealousy, their history with one another and their relationship now. milo had more motive to kill the queen than anybody, marius had chosen knowingly to believe him and turn a blind eye. it was not the death of his queen that hurt, but the lies. how many times had milo looked him in the eye and told him it was not him?
his expression fell, but then it turned to something that could be described as madness. a laugh, light at first grew heavier but his eyes were one of a dead man. his hand grasped the others jaw, grip brusing - not a care in the world for anyone who might witness it. now the laughter was gone as a fire raged inside the king. " say his name again and i will cut out your tongue so you cannot spread such lies. " grip immediately loosened marius stepped away from the other man. he knew his words were try, he could deny himself any longer nor could he believe milo's lies.
the grip on his jaw was bruising, undoubtedly leaving a visible mark that he would have to explain to mayumi. however, he couldn’t help but keep his smile, finding the king’s actions rather entertaining. haneul had to bite his tongue to suppress his laughter, not wanting to invite any further punishment.
“ temper, temper, ” haneul scolded, massaging his sore jaw. “ it’s no wonder you have no friends. ” stepping back, haneul smiled at the man. “ i’d offer you a drink, but well, i fear it would make the other patrons uneasy. ”
as soon as their hands were entwined, finnr wondered if he should let go - was he supposed to keep holding her hand like he wanted her to or would that be too much? he couldn't help but memorise how esme's hand felt in his, soft against his rough overworked skin. gentle against his when they had been far from graceful these last few months. he chose not to let go, but he kept his grip loose so she could pull away if she wanted - he'd chose not to be offended, he had no reason, they were just friends and he'd made no attempt to cross that line. neither of them quite ready for that.
" like i said, i like it when you boss me around. even if you are a little strict. " finnr grinned as he looked the blacksmith and followed after her. " i'm sure he's had worse, i've cooked for him on more than one occasion. " and he'd survived... or pehaps his past wife had thrown the food out and remade it without him knowing. that too was an option.
the way she didn't look at him was not lost on him, his own eyes cast forward then in attempt not to watch her as they approached her home. he stopped at the door to let her continue leading the way. " my son is in good hands with you, i would trust no one else with him if i'm being honest. "
his hand dwarfed hers, calloused and rough to touch. despite the guilt that lingered in the back of her mind, a remnant of her still-existing marriage, the grip of finnr’s hand on hers was a source of warmth and comfort that she could not resist. she held onto him tightly, as if afraid that the moment would slip away like a dream.
esme glanced back, her eyes sparkling, as they navigated through the bustling street. she chose not to say anything further on the matter, instead opting to comment on what was said second. “ it seems i have quite the challenge ahead of me, and i’ll have to keep you out of my kitchen, ” she teased.
ascending the small steps of her small home, esme reluctantly released finnr’s hand, already missing its warmth. as she pushed open the door, she smiled warmly, holding it open for him. “ i appreciate your trust, i’ll be sure not to betray it, ” she assured. “ please excuse the mess, i am currently in the middle of a project. would you like something to drink before we begin? ”
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marius was certain he'd not misheard the woman's remark as he straightened himself and felt a shiver roll up his spine. he'd misjudged the weather quickly, thought he was safe to take a walk alone to clear his mind from the thoughts that continued to plague his mind. his past queen, milo, what haneul had said to him... instead he had ended up in a far worse position than he had been on arriving at the loches.
" you meant no disrespect? then what exactly did you mean? " he'd seen the princess before, but still he purposefully failed to her address her with her title after the one she'd given him. " i don't imagine anyone would take being called a drowned cat as a comfortable, would they? would you? "
“ no, they wouldn’t, ” she confessed, her frustration outweighing any sense of embarrassment upon being discovered. she had grown so accustomed to moving about unnoticed that she had almost forgotten she was not, in fact, invisible. and now, she found herself being scolded by the king of hungary on matters of etiquette.
“ in a reversed situation, i daresay you would claim i appeared no different, ” she retorted, stepping away from the tree she had concealed herself behind. aysun adjusted her posture, clasping her hands together in front of her, the epitome of a flawless princess. a princess she was once expected to be. “ however, if you find yourself wounded but mere words, might i suggest developing thicker skin? a man of your status should not crumble so easily under the jest of a little girl. ”
sneaking into the castle’s dungeon and breaking out kelem proved to be a surprisingly effortless endeavor. however, the task of sneaking her out was an entirely different story. he remains astounded by their miraculous success. despite narrowly being caught multiple times on their way out, they were fortunate enough to remain unseen. thank the gods for taking pity on them.
it was also by sheer luck that both magnus and aksel had ventured out to go hunting the following morning. this granted him the opportunity to come up with a plausible excuse for bringing kelem into their camp to hade, a decision made impulsively and independently. undoubtedly, aksel would be furious when he finds out.
oskar made his way back to his tent, where he instructed kelem to remain, carrying two bowls of warm soup in his hands. “ here, ” he gently offered, presenting her with one of the bowls. “ this will keep you warm. “