a thirst for battle surged through the shieldmaiden’s veins,
trepidation conquered by her unyielding courage. this raid
was similar to the rest, invading to gain what treasures lied
beyond foreign walls but the moment cries for salvation would
grace her ears as they leapt from the throat of a defenseless
woman, valor would take root once more. in mere moments,
Lagertha emerged separate the predator from his prey, urging
the female to run as her elbow collided with the viking’s jaw
exerting considerable force. & while he fell to the dirt, her line
of sight rose to meet that of a man she did not recognize, one
who was strangely captivating. there was something oddly
reminiscent of divinity about him.

( still within a territory that was
not Kattegat, the unknown caused
her fingers to curl around the hilt
of her blade, suspicious to trust one
she was not acquainted with. )
❝ —— who are you? ❞