❝  ————-  S H I E L D   W A L L  !  ❞

        in the heat of battle, the shieldmaiden’s voice would ring
        out among the clash of metal, the thud of wood & the chorus
        of combatants around her whilst her delicate frame took the
        place of the fallen. with her hair loose about her shoulders,
        Lagertha harboured a LIONHEARTED will as well as the duty
        of sacrifice, willing to perish for those at her side — her
        father among them.

        & when the last of the opposing force was defeated, crimson
        littered her countenance, the spray of an enemy’s severed flesh
        tainted her own. the moment they could lower the weapons in
        their grasp, cobalt optics befitted with onyx around them, rushed
        to connect with the striking luminescence of Ragnar’s own sight.
        looming anxieties were put to rest, comforted to see he was one
        soul left standing as others awaited the flights of Valkyries to
        guide them to Valhalla. 

        as quickly as her eyes may have found the younger Lothbrok,
        they were lead away, to survey the bodies which were scattered
        on the field around her. perhaps her glance had been to bait
        him to draw near but was it wise to tempt  f a t e ?