WARRIOR

      ‘ –how urgent are these important things, mor? ’ 

        ‘ more urgent than your cock. ’

@skjoldmoy. sc.

       ‘ you never told me the women in kattegat were so pretty. ’ he is so painfully distracted.

          ‘ and we have far more important things to be worrying about. pick your jaw up. ’

      ‘ how am i to impress the gods if you never give me the opportunity? ’ her warning falls upon deaf ears, apparently. he needs but a moment longer to get it off of his chest, and then he’ll let it rest until the summer. he has missed paris, and it would surely kill him to miss anything more. ‘ i will fall and break my neck farming and never see valhöll, fólkvangr. i am useless here! as good as dead. why are you punishing me? what did i do, what have i done? i could make it right, if only you would tell me. ’ 

            ‘ i give you the opportunity when you are not half dead on your feet, hákon. you are too eager to get yourself killed. ’   he is a son to her, but when he can barely stand for longer than the single swing of an axe, or when he wakes in the night with a fever from the infection, he cannot fight. she will not let him fight in that condition. man or boy or anywhere in between, when she watches him, she sees only