i am iron,
Lagertha and i forge myself.
Dark eyes smolder with an icy fire, it yearns to consume Ragnarr in retribution for his transgressions against her, yet part of her aches to forgive him. A battle wars within her and it tears her into two parts, it threatens to bring her to her knees, to leave her torn and broken at his hooves. She hates him for making her feel this way, she feels vulnerable and weak. Yet, she can not bring herself to send him away, so she just stands there, her face in a stoic mask of indifference. Until, he speaks, his gruff words thick with emotion, spilling his heart to her.
His words, were soft, ment only for her ears. She turns her dark eyes upon him as he spills his worries and fears. The air is filled with his thick, northern accent, it surrounds her and envelops her with every syllable. How she had missed him... every bit of him. The sisters took my eye as punishment, as a reminder to never lose sight. He says as turns his blind eye to her, it is cloudy and milky white. "Oh, Ragnarr," she breathes, emotion thick on her words. She reaches her pink muzzle to touch the hard line of his cheekbone, just a moment it lingers there, before she pulls back.
She meets his gaze as he finishes, the dark smoldering in her eyes just a flicker as the anger melts away. Her heart thuds against her ribs, her breath shallow as she hangs on his every word.
The silence spreads between them, as they behold each other in the sun's filtering rays. She secretly admires the sharp lines of his cheek, the myriad of scars across his smoky coat. Ragnarr parts his lips and his next words strike her with a mixture of fear and surprise. She takes a step back, her ears disappear into her plume of blonde mane. How could he be here? She can barely hear Ragnarr as he continues, the loud roar in her ears makes his words almost inaudible. She stands there in disbelief but Ragnarr's words reach through the dull roar, and he pulls her back to him. It is you, not Ivar I will follow. he says, his words heavy with sincerity as they leave his lips.
Before the mountains watchful eye, Ragnarr promises himself to her, an oath that was is substantial as the monolith beneath their hooves. As his oath leaves his lips, he dips his forehead and bends his knee to the stone beneath them. "Ragnarr, please." she quietly pleads with him, as he lifts his head to her level. Her eyes sparkle as she closes the distance between them until she can press her chest to his, she feels the thunderous beat of his heart. She wraps her neck around him until her head lays across his withers as she speaks. "Ragnarr, I have prayed to the gods that you would find me. And here you are." she says breathlessly. "I forgive you Ragnarr, you are of af sál minni," emotion thick as she speaks.
Translation:
af sál minni: of my soul
Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown
of the Peak
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