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        A low growl escapes the woman, approaching the stranger with the intent on shoving the blade of her axe across their throat but before she could Ubbe stepped in front of her and held her back. Eivor, despite her being much shorter than the taller son of Ragnarson, continued to persist and push against him.                        ❝They are just asking for me to shove my axe                     in their throat. Stand to the side, Ubbe.❞           She spoke with aggression in her rough voice, but she knew he wouldn’t despite her persisting shoves. Eventually she gave up, but her blue gaze pierced their own. It was a warning.                       ❝Fine. But next time, you won’t be so lucky.❞

       A small scoff was given, nostrils flaring in anger as she watched the one who pushed her buttons walk away. Ubbe, of course, was attempting to keep her from snapping. She attempts to bite back a snide remark, to no avail.                    ❝Right- let your enemy walk over you. Is that                  how you see it, Ubbe?❞         She snarled out, eyebrows furrowing. A small sigh, before finally crossing her arms over her chest- keeping away from the urge in throwing the axe.                 ❝Fine. I will stay my axe, for now.❞         The God’s are on their side this time.

     The night they returned with no peace, Ubbe was ready to scold Eivor. However, Ivarr had stepped in before to back her up. It was a mess, between the two of them. Ubbe was like a pillar, but she didn’t hold back her tongue like she should of. She guessed it was only a matter of time before Ivarr had to go elsewhere, and she would be stuck with Ubbe to hear his scolding. A deep inhale, before slowly approaching him after he beckoned her over with a stern look. One of authority and... Disappointment. She keeps a distance between them, already having a gut feeling this was going to be a long talk.                 ❝... They were mocking us, Ubbe.               And standing on that table... Coming              at me like that... It couldn’t be ignored.❞         She tries to speak her sense on it, but she doubts he will be understanding. Rightfully so- she did cause quite a scene and costed them an alliance they could of had. This was the second time this happened, and this time- it wasn’t Ivarr’s fault. It was her time to get scolded by Ubbe.

        Ubbe had once been the one injured, one that insisted he was fine even if he wasn’t. Surely, he would understand that she too is stubborn. Eivor accepted help, but she wouldn’t rest for long. She had a clan to take care of. Her ravens. A small grunt left her, attempting to rise once more to no avail.                   ❝I can’t. I have to make sure my clan is safe.❞           She grumbled out, hand resting on the side of her injury. She’s desperate to get back. Her crew... Were they okay? She had to make sure.

      A small nod was given, taking a seat next to son of the legendary Ragnar. Eivor placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before placing it back onto her lap.                    ❝I understand. May you live several years,                  and last longer in our friendship.❞

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