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LAGERTHA LOTHBROK - VIKINGS S4, EP10.

♕ —   it’s ASTOUNDING, how she thinks her honey laced words have any meaning to ivar. how she thinks if she’ll REPEAT the same offer of peace he’s had enough of hearing already, he would somehow change his mind. 

     let things go. 

          break the promise he made.

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❝ bjorn trusted you without question and so you have my trust as well. ❞ she wishes to rule over kattegat in the same manner of those who had come before her: bjorn, lagertha & ragnar but she knows it will be difficult to follow such giants. however, it is of a comfort to know that she has ubbe rely on and just as she has said, she trusts him. it is true that he and bjorn have had differences in the past but the two brothers have always stood shoulder-by-shoulder. ubbe will help her to protect bjorn’s legacy.

❝ there is much at stake here for the both of us. many will want kattegat for themselves. who would not, after all. ❞

          ‘ hey french fry. ‘ fifteen minutes to just be peter parker, to not have a police radio chattering away in his year or rushing off to follow sirens. he just wanted an opportunity to not be spiderman for a little bit. and, even if harry was busy, he could still bother cassie for a bit. ‘ what do you say to coffee and a little long-exposure photography? ‘

@edenslegacies​ said: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving (for caroline!)

it was her eyes that finally did it -- that finally broke the tension that had been building inside of him. he had never taken liberties with a well-bred young lady, but when caroline’s eyes met his across the supper table, her lips smirking above the rim of her glass, he knew that resolve was on the verge of crumbling entirely. when the meal finished, the women rose to retire to the sitting room, leaving the men to their cigars and brandy. but his eyes followed her graceful form. something in the way she carried herself told him she knew full well he was watching her. when she was gone, he shifted impatiently in his seat. what cared he for talk of the latest horse race or boxing match when she was mere steps away? but he could hardly follow her now -- it would draw too much attention. instead, he sat there, making only the occasional grunt in response to the conversation. he was not listening, but rather hatching a silent plan... it was almost absurd that he had not yet kissed her. tonight, he thought with a smirk, that would change.

when the men at last rejoined the ladies, he did not immediately seek her out. it was an unspoken truth between them that they would find themselves at each others side eventually -- it had been happening for weeks now, after all. on dance floors, in the back rows of musicales, on walks in hyde park. that they were drawn to each other had become an undeniable part of their ever deepening... acquaintance. and so, only after twenty minutes and several pleasant exchanges with other guests, he approached her. the door to the terrace was open beside them and the ends of her hair lifted in the evening breeze. he knew better than to attempt to brush them away from her cheek, but his fingers itched with the urge to do so. then, as if someone in the party had sensed that his control was eroding quickly, the pianoforte sounded merrily in the room behind them, drawing the attention of every guest firmly away from the pair by the terrace. 

an almost triumphant smile flitted across his lips. sparing a quick glance over his shoulder to assure himself they would go unnoticed, he slipped her hand into his and tugged her onto the terrace. outside, he pressed his back against the wall of the house, drawing her in close against him, ignoring her gasp of surprise. anyone who stepped outside would see them -- and somehow that prospect made the thrill even sweeter as he he took her face between his hands. under different circumstances, he might have given the moment more fanfare, but he was not about to waste this opportunity for the sake of such trifles. he pressed his lips to hers -- not gently, or even tenderly. he simply needed her to understand. and when the kiss ended as suddenly as it had begun. the smirk returned to his lips. 

             𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧    𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞    𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,    𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬    𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠     as    he    tones    down    what    was    [    ALLEGEDLY  !!   ]    going    to    be    a    nasty    sneer.      they    both    know    astrid    doesn’t    really    want    this,    not    like    he    does    –-    …    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.      nobody    wants    things    like    he    does;    his    ambition    is    guttural,    carnal…    he’d    kill    for    the    presidency    and    she’s    using    that    against    him.      after    a    quick    look    around    the    hallway,    payton’s    lips    twitch    as    he    corners    her    in    the    library    and    aggressively    reaches    for    a    textbook    by    her    head.      ‘‘   hi,    thanks    for    trying    to    frame    me    for    MURDER,    you    witch.   ’’     he    whispers    angrily,    grip    on    the    book    tightening    as    his    lips    purse.      ‘‘    listen.      we    do    not    need    a    repeat    of    current    events,    astrid…    you    and    i    both    know    this.      because    as    smart    and    as    𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 - 𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞    as    you    think    you    are,    you    aren’t    nearly    as    smart    as    miss    rodham.      𝚜𝚑𝚎    𝚌𝚊𝚗    𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘    𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢    𝚏𝚘𝚛    𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗    𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜    𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝    and    you…    what,    held    a    press    conference    with    as    much    reach    as    a    vine    star    trying    to    relive    their    glory    days?    ’’     lips    twitch    into    a    snide    smile    as    he    shoves    the    textbook    into    her    arms,    gaze    tersely    locked    on    hers.      ‘‘    it    was    nice,    though…    𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.      i’d    maybe    revisit    disappearing    after    i    crush    you    at    the    polls.   ’’    [  @edenslegacies​   ft.   astrid   sloan  ]