The young boy gasped for air, feeling his body being dragged out of the icy waters. He didn’t know who had saved him, but as he blinked, the water clinging to his eyelashes like dew, the stranger’s features finally came into focus. The bluest eyes Floki had ever seen were staring down at his own, and he sensed something in them akin to worry. It was oddly refreshing. “Wh-Who are you? What happened to me?”
It all had happened so fast. Rollo and his stupid friends were circling a boy probably about his age but taller and before Ragnar could reach them to stop them, they had thrown him in the lake. When the boy didn’t come back to the surface, the boys got scared, they ran.
And so did Ragnar, towards the boy. Without second thought he dived in the water--which was way colder than it seemed and managed to get him out, sighing in relief when he saw him breathing.
“I am Ragnar.” he smiled, but it did not last as he had to tell him the truth “My...brother and his friends threw you in the lake.” he almost felt responsible for it, it was his brother after all. “They...won’t hurt you again, I’ll make sure.”