✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down (smokeandrum)

"Because those men are obviously right." He pointed out before rolling his eyes at his excuse. The town had plenty of hunters and they always sold their excess meat at the market. He could easily trade fish in for the meat. "Then you buy the meat from the market. Don't go and hunt it yourself, it obviously doesn't end up in your favour."

"You have all the answers don't you?" Gunnar said light heartedly a sigh following it, 'But your right, I probably should stay away from hunting before I get myself killed."

Gunnar was usually well behaved during meetings, Bjorn never had to worry about him being rowdy like some of his brothers, but today he had a bit of a mischievousness in him he couldn't contain, although he was doing a good job at hiding it, until he spotted Asta that is, he wasn't sure what compelled him to do it but he couldn't help but pester her today, and after the first time wanted to hear that laugh again.

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Gunnar sighed, shaking his head "You must've been awfully tired to fall asleep out here, but you cant just stay here you'll freeze to death.' He paused momentarily, "Where is your home? I've got my horse with me, it won't be a problem to take you back."

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down (smokeandrum)

Hvitserk held him down as the hot flamed knife met skin. All his strength holding him as he thrashed about. The smell of burnt flesh hitting his nose. It was a horrid smell but he didn't run from it. He kept close until he passed out and the prince slowly let him go, lying him down as the Healer finished off his work.

The last thing Gunnar remembered was strong hands holding him down, as pained seared into his arm before everything went dark, he must've fallen asleep, but he wished he hadn't, his sleep was filled with nightmares that made his flinch and groan outloud. Cold dead eyes watched him in the dream, no matter where he ran or hid they always found him, he awoke with a gasp just as a hand, equally as cold as the dead eyes chasing him, grabbed his throat from behind, trying to pull him into the cold earth, he gasped awake trying to sit up, only to feel pain surge through his arm.

Hvitserk sat in the chair waiting for the man to wake. He didn't feel a bit of a creep watching him when he slept but he had to keep an eye. He could tell he was not having a good sleep but he didn't want to wake him up, knowing it could make it worse.

Gunnar's head snapped towards the direction of another voice with a jolt, sighing in relief when he saw it was Hvitserk, chuckling at himself when he realized it was just his friend, he was glad he was still there, he would've been in even more of a panic had he woken up from a nightmare like that and been alone.

"Then you should stick with fishing if Njörð favours you." Hvitserk said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He new that being told to stay in bed would be rough for him though the healers didn't say that he had to stay strictly on bed rest.

"You sound just like the guys at the docks,' Gunnar chuckles lightly. 'But sometimes I get tired of fish, aside from that I'm not going to gain any muscle strength if all I do is eat fish, and gods know I need it."

"I'm sorry he did what?" Gunnar raised his eyebrows and blinked, anger slowly building inside him towards Herald, wanting to slit his throat as soon as he saw him.

Gunnar sighed, placing a pastry on a cloth at the cross, keeping one in his lap, he was silent for a moment before he rubbed his face and scratched his eye before speaking.

❄ For Ivar from Gunnar (smokeandrum)

Ivar did not agree that it was a friendly action because they were not friends and he had no idea who this man was but he did not trust him. "Snow when packed up becomes hard and it can be just a dangerous as a stone."

Well shit, the man had a point, Gunnar hadn't thought if it before but snow could be used as a means to harm someone, and unfortunately with Ivar being crippled there was no telling if people actually threw things at him just to make fun of him or hurt him, and although Gunnar himself didn't mean it that way, he could understand why Ivar snapped.

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down (smokeandrum)

Hvitserk held him down as the hot flamed knife met skin. All his strength holding him as he thrashed about. The smell of burnt flesh hitting his nose. It was a horrid smell but he didn't run from it. He kept close until he passed out and the prince slowly let him go, lying him down as the Healer finished off his work.

The last thing Gunnar remembered was strong hands holding him down, as pained seared into his arm before everything went dark, he must've fallen asleep, but he wished he hadn't, his sleep was filled with nightmares that made his flinch and groan outloud. Cold dead eyes watched him in the dream, no matter where he ran or hid they always found him, he awoke with a gasp just as a hand, equally as cold as the dead eyes chasing him, grabbed his throat from behind, trying to pull him into the cold earth, he gasped awake trying to sit up, only to feel pain surge through his arm.

Hvitserk sat in the chair waiting for the man to wake. He didn't feel a bit of a creep watching him when he slept but he had to keep an eye. He could tell he was not having a good sleep but he didn't want to wake him up, knowing it could make it worse.

Gunnar's head snapped towards the direction of another voice with a jolt, sighing in relief when he saw it was Hvitserk, chuckling at himself when he realized it was just his friend, he was glad he was still there, he would've been in even more of a panic had he woken up from a nightmare like that and been alone.

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”  Maybe its midnight and Gunnar is fishing at the pier and he spots Hodr?

"Its a nice place, I've always liked it, ok maybe not all the time, but a few years ago it got better." Kattegat seemed to have nothing short of fortune and continued to grow everyday, feeling a sudden tug on his line he carefully started and started to pull, already having caught a decent sized fish and laughed happily.

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”  Maybe its midnight and Gunnar is fishing at the pier and he spots Hodr?

Gunnar couldn't help but take in a deep breath enjoying the night air, he loved this time of night, all was quiet and the streets empty, he felt like he could truly think. He wondered which this man was, Kattegat was always growing but Gunnar never seemed to forget a face or a voice, he didn't recognize either on this man.

Höðr never looked to the man, his eyes to the sea. He knew in a way it was rude of him not to look but he didn't find the need to look when he couldnt see.

Gunnar noticed the man didn't even attempt to look at him, he couldn't help but find it odd, and a bit dangerous, if Gunnar had been a thief this man might have been easy pickings, on the other hand he might be a very skilled warrior who was able to defend themselves quickly. Either way it didn't matter much to Gunnar, he was just glad to have someone to talk to.

Höðr couldn't help but laugh as the man as he seemed to ramble on, not even allowing the man to answer his question. He turned his head to face him, his eyes landing on where he believed to his. His eyes were pale blue and just looking at his eyes, you couldn't tell that he was blind, especially since he could walk and do things like a normal sighted person.

Gunnar bit his lip, he was just about to say the Gods must have blessed him since his parents named him Höðr but quickly saw his eyes and realized he was blind, just like the God he was named after was blinded, which explained why he hadn't looked back at him when he first spoke to him.

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”  Maybe its midnight and Gunnar is fishing at the pier and he spots Hodr?

Gunnar couldn't help but take in a deep breath enjoying the night air, he loved this time of night, all was quiet and the streets empty, he felt like he could truly think. He wondered which this man was, Kattegat was always growing but Gunnar never seemed to forget a face or a voice, he didn't recognize either on this man.

Höðr never looked to the man, his eyes to the sea. He knew in a way it was rude of him not to look but he didn't find the need to look when he couldnt see.

Gunnar noticed the man didn't even attempt to look at him, he couldn't help but find it odd, and a bit dangerous, if Gunnar had been a thief this man might have been easy pickings, on the other hand he might be a very skilled warrior who was able to defend themselves quickly. Either way it didn't matter much to Gunnar, he was just glad to have someone to talk to.

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down (smokeandrum)

Hvitserk held him down as the hot flamed knife met skin. All his strength holding him as he thrashed about. The smell of burnt flesh hitting his nose. It was a horrid smell but he didn't run from it. He kept close until he passed out and the prince slowly let him go, lying him down as the Healer finished off his work.

The last thing Gunnar remembered was strong hands holding him down, as pained seared into his arm before everything went dark, he must've fallen asleep, but he wished he hadn't, his sleep was filled with nightmares that made his flinch and groan outloud. Cold dead eyes watched him in the dream, no matter where he ran or hid they always found him, he awoke with a gasp just as a hand, equally as cold as the dead eyes chasing him, grabbed his throat from behind, trying to pull him into the cold earth, he gasped awake trying to sit up, only to feel pain surge through his arm.

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”  Maybe its midnight and Gunnar is fishing at the pier and he spots Hodr?

Gunnar couldn't help but take in a deep breath enjoying the night air, he loved this time of night, all was quiet and the streets empty, he felt like he could truly think. He wondered which this man was, Kattegat was always growing but Gunnar never seemed to forget a face or a voice, he didn't recognize either on this man.