i am iron,
Lagertha and i forge myself.
My hjarta knows this. He has always known that she had seen him. She had seen him for who he is. Even to this day she can vividly remember Ragnarr's father, a cruel sadistic man. She had never spoke to him about the beatings that he had been through, mostly out of fear that she could hurt Ragnarr more by bringing such things up. Her heart had always hurt for him, when he would come to her with fresh bloody lacerations cut into his soft smoky hide. Her young eyes had popped open at first in surprise, then in fiery anger. How could he do this to you?! She had screamed.
The memories were vivid as if they had just happened yesterday. "I will always see you for who you are, it is my eiđur to you," she says just above a whisper her words fall into his shaggy forelock. A breath upon his forehead as he bows before her, a smile traces across her pink lips. How long had they been separated? The time had pushed itself between them, but yet against all odds they find themselves on the zenith of the colossal mountain. Both of them together caught in an embrace as if a second had never separated them.
Ragnarr draws back, his clouded eye and clear eye settle on her, as he speaks she is drawn deep into him. I promised you that I would follow you. Her heart gallops wildly in her chest, thundering against her ribs, threatening to jump into her throat. She hangs onto every word that falls from his dark lips, not wanting to miss a single syllable. The earth trembles beneath her hooves, or maybe it is the shaking of her very legs. The words fall from his lips, gravelly and thick. MY Geislandi Drottning. She gasps, after all this time he still feels fire in his bones for her.
"Ragnarr," she breathes his name. "After all this time. Why have you waited till now?" her question fills the space between them. Why did he travel across the vast ocean to this Isle to tell her all of this?
She has not seen him in years, not since the battles that had left them both bloodied, both of them staring wordlessly at each other. She had felt her heart soar as she looked upon his battle worn body, yearning to close the distance between them, yet she had held back. She should of went to him, she should of brushed her lips against his blood splattered cheeks. Fear had clinched at her heart just as it does now. Fear of what is to come. She knows that he wants to be here at her side, but would he leave the moment Ivar comes to call upon him? Was this their fate?
"What happens when Ivar shows up?" she questions with emotion thick in her voice. She knows her brothers tricks to well, just when she thinks it all will finally work out... Ivar materializes out of the murky nights depths, to take Ragnarr away from her. How many times had she thought Ragnarr would actually stay there, with her? Yet, to just be pulled away on another conquest. She can feel the fire burn beneath her smoky russet hide, the anger begins to boil her blood. "Are you going to leave?" she says with smoldering dark eyes.
Translation:
eiđur : oath
Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown
of the Peak
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