Arne || one-eye || Hirdmann

“That is true, but I fear in my case, it was more me handling it horribly, than the fact that I fucked someone else.  Uppsala is a different situation.”  He was fairly certain everyone did all sorts of things, while there.  “I would love to see that, although I do believe he may catch you.” 

⸻ “The fox is all yours,” Ragnar smiled and moved around the trees with ease. He heard Arne slip every so often, but it never sounded serious enough to turn around. He knew pride was a fragile thing, and unless Arne asked for it - or yelped, or shouted - then he wouldn’t help, wouldn’t hold his hand as they trailed down towards the river. 

“Maybe it will be easier. Then you shoot with your whole body, and not just your arms, hm?” he called back, swinging around a thin tree and grinning at Arne as he walked beside him instead of in front of him. “How is it feeling? I know it must not be fun, but think of it this way, my friend - you–” he said as he clapped Arne on the shoulder, wrapping a long arm around his shoulders, “were the first of us to sacrifice something to the Gods themselves. They want you to grow stronger than all of us early! I once thought they wanted to take my toe, back last winter, but the Gods were not interested in little feet fingers. An eye, it is as though Odin himself wanted you to mirror him. I’m almost envious.” 

“Great!” He explained, a little more determined now to get down the stream and get more practice in. His father loved fox fur and he figured if he managed to get better at his bow skills and bring him home something like that it might help get his father out of the low mood he had been in since the death of his wife, Arne’s mother. Arne missed her terribly too, but his father had changed completely after her death.

                                     ❝ Hm- I think you know that I have an extra pair on me almost always. It’s not like Ragnar doesn’t have me on his radar either. I’m not that worried. ❞  she concluded, looking back at One-eye over the edge of her wineglass, twirling its contents for a bit before finishing whatever was still left in it.

      ❝ My fault probably, sorry for that. I’ve just been really busy since the last time we met. ❞  She laughed, feigning a conflicted look for a second or two before calling over one of the waitresses again for another refill.  ❝ Got stuck in one or two legal matters because they found one of my girls half dead after she was so stupid to start injecting herself with crap. Not even drugs, no, fake botox. No parents in the picture, so I was appointed as a guardian while I never ever agreed to such a thing. Gods, I don’t think I have ever been this mad. Needless to say she is fired now, thankfully out of the hospital, but she managed to ruin her entire face, dumb girl. Hardly anything fun I’m afraid. Took me three months. — so- how about you? ❞

“She sounds like a handful, you’re lucky that she is healed and out of the picture now. Let’s hope no more of your girls end up like that.” There was obvious concern there in that statement, as a friend Arne wasn’t pleased when his friends were having to deal with shit from others. That and he really appreciated the services that Helga had to offer and he would rather the girls he sought out through her business to be more... natural and less trouble.

“Well good for you. As a man getting divorced now, I can fuck any woman I choose, too.”  Clearly, he’d thought he could fuck any woman he chose, or he would not be in this mess, to begin with.  He took another drink himself.  “You really think you can outrun Torstein?” 

“It’s cause of papa.” Angrboda smiled, sounding pleased with herself. “He can talk to trees to know what they want to be made into, and he taught me. So now I can talk to berries to know which ones are the good ones.” She explained and plucked another off the bush; popping it in her mouth. She’d sit and eat a whole bush by herself if she was left alone long enough.