the smile that illuminated features weary from her
journey felt almost foreign. its genuine nature, the
thought that there was no tyrant to strangle what little
life or spark of enjoyment it contained; all began to
sink into the recesses of her psyche. it was imperative
to remember that what was felt was to be fleeting, for
the moment Kattegat was Ragnar’s once more she
would have to return.
( there were moments she damned
her honour & the shackles of obligation.
although the moment she would see
Aslaug the dull sting of humiliation
& memory would emerge. )

greeting those she had parted with years ago was
never an obligation, it was done out of joy sprouting
from seeing them again after living with the burdens
of longing.
❝ —- Hello, Floki. ❞
such words were the meager warning to her impending
embrace, arms ensnaring his slender frame of the man
she had considered family.