trust in the gods,
Lagertha live for each moment.
Skjöldur mćr. He breathes, pride gleaming in his dark chocolate eyes as he looks down upon his fair haired daughter. She was only a yearling at the time, but he knew the fire of the Dreki burned within her soul. Lagertha looked up at her father with a beaming smile before she went off to find her older brothers. She learned quickly that in order to survive in the harsh, unforgiving northern lands you had to be just as harsh and unforgiving. Lagertha's eldest brother always protected her, but Ivar, he was always the one who tortured her until she vibrated with anger. She could still feel his malice filled words, his stinging insults and the occasional rake of his teeth across her smoky russet hide. With each insult and punch thrown, she grew stronger.
A smirk crawls across her pink lips, Ivar had tried to break her, his envy of her dripped off of every insult and malice filled word. She had screamed at him her ears laced into the soft skin of her nape, her eyes had burned bright, and she threw her hooves at him. Ivar had just laughed and continued to taunt his little sister.
The sound of hooves against the skittering stones draws her away from her thoughts. Her dark eyes search for the source of the noise, her muscles begin to grow taut beneath her russet hide. She pivots away from the edge of the jutting cliffs, her hooves sound hollow against the mountains hard stone. Her ears rotate forward, standing erect beneath her thick veil of pale forelock. She can feel something strange tugging at her very soul, it beckons her to come closer. A faint whisper touches her ears, the voice, a voice that has not caressed her ears in too long. His voice.
She blinks in surprise, as the abberation materializes right before her eyes, he looked so real. It wasn't possible. She had left all them... and him. She inhales a sharp breath, her mind must be playing tricks on her. He is a draugur, Loki is up to his tricks once again. She closes her dark eyes, clinching them shut. But when she opens them, he still stands there, all of him. You sure lead me to the most interesting of places, tempting one. Her dark eyes fall on Ragnarr, a smile begins to spread slowly across her pink lips. "I listen to the whispering of my sál," she says as she steps closer to him. "And if I didnt go to interesting places, you would be bored, just sitting around in the norđurlönd, verndari minn" she says with a smirk tracing her lips.
"Yes, Ragnarr, it has been," she words almost sad upon her lips. They had been close as children, and he had always been her shadow. When Ivar would mercilessly beat on her, she remembered him stepping in to protect her. But as the years passed she had seen less and less of him. It pains her to look upon his face and to have the unanswered questions clouding her mind. Where had be been? What had he been doing with his years? Who had he spent the time with? For a brief moment, she feels jealousy burn within the pit of her stomach. They had fought together, and in the end stood bloodied side by side. Would he of forgotten that?
His next words draw her back to him, his words were mysterious, filling the space between them with prophecy and hopes. She feels her jealousy melt away, after all these years, he had knew the would meet again. She dares to step closer, the space between them begins to vanish. She can feel the throbbing of her heart, it beats against her ribs with a quick staccato. He stops his pacing, just as the sun touches her russet hide. It catches the soft lines of her face, lighting her pale hair into a fiery halo and warms her dark eyes. She looks upon him, his face transforms from a stoic mask to one of yearning. Her heart thrums faster as he closes the last inches between them. I see you. She can feel the vibration of his muzzle against hers, and it ignites the fire within her sál.
"Ragnarr, I have always seen you," she says just above a whisper.
Translation:
Skjöldur mćr: shield maiden
Dreki: dragon
draugur: ghost
sál: soul
norđurlönd: north land
verndari minn: my guardian
Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown
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