drengskapr → courage♕ LAGERTHA - though a maiden, had the ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ of a man & fought in front among the bravest with her hair loose over her shoulders. ❖
“I have done it once before, haven’t I?" he asks. And he is so very serious. Rollo may die, and it has ignited the fiercest of angers in Ragnar’s chest. "Proven myself better than the odds.”
Brows raise pointedly. There’s a silent moment or two where the Earl simply pauses, knuckles pressed against his lips as he thinks. Eventually, he points a finger Lagertha’s way.
"And I have you.” He hopes, at least. But he is so tired of showing her his vulnerability. Especially since it gives her so much power over him. (He still thinks, sometimes, about how easily she could crush him if she knew what sort of hold she has upon him still.)
& now the tension seeps into her jaw, teeth clenching to grind as a breath is drawn in to calm what his response has awakened. ire grows with each passing moment, bile churning to corrode her resolve. perhaps a shield to his skull would knock the proper sense into him.
but that was not her place anymore. it had not been for quite some time. all she could do was provide the counsel of an ally not that of a wife.
❝ there is more at stake now than your own pride ! do not be so ignorant when you have so much to lose. ❞
unexpectedly, moisture springs forth to sting her eyes, lashes fluttering as her visage turns away, yearning for a foundation that was not trembling beneath her feet.
❝ do not speak of me as if i am property. we are EQUAL. i am not to be owned by you or any other. ❞
( a steadfast reminder, a means to distance herself from what the heart desires so foolishly. )