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The Lost Islands
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Posted on December 30, 2019 at 11:05:15 PM by Björn & Lagertha









Lagertha's sides swell with life, a life that she has created with her icy warrior. It had not been planned but she knew that when she brings a foal into this life, it would be his, not a disgusting lagoonies. A shiver runs the length of her spine as she thinks of his featherlight touch and her name being whispered from his lips. She heaves a sigh as she passes a single glance over her slender shoulder, in the stillness of the midnight air, she will leave behind the Lagoon. As the sun sinks beneath the horizon, it casts the heavens in pale pinks, brilliant yellows and soft oranges. She watches quietly, in silent wonder as the world is washed in the pastel hues.

The time quickly ticks down as the night sky darkens to an inky black, it is time. She moves silently through the Lagoon, weaving through trees, ducking beneath branches, until she finds herself on the sandy shores. The world around her is dark, yet on the horizon she can barely make out a dark shape in the distance. She lifts her head defiantly as she steps into the frothing surf and splashes into the ocean. "Aegir, we meet again," Lagertha smiles as the ocean wraps her in his embrace. She strikes out, her legs cut through the ocean with each stroke, bringing her further from the Lagoon with each stride. She does not know what awaits her on this distant Island, but how could it be any worse than the Lagoon?


He is restless. The Ridge is in turmoil. Since, Warsaw had announced war, and he told his herd... they all have been in a constant bicker with each other. Björn stands poised on the sandy shore, watching quietly as the world is cast in brilliant colors. These sunsets were much like that of home, except there was no snow nor frigid winds cutting him to the bone. A single ear twitches as the tropical birds begin their chattering. It is a peaceful moment.

He stands like this, a single hind hoof cocked beneath his weight. He relaxes as the brilliance fades into the inky night sky, a few twinkling stars flicker overhead. He dozes off to the sound of the chattering birds and the constant wirr of the insects within the jungle canopy.


She stumbles up the beach, her legs quake with fatigue. She pauses, as she breathlessly passes a dark gaze over her shoulder to insure that she has not been followed. A soft breeze ruffles her thick winter coat and passes over her swelling sides. Her unborn child kicks in protest. "Shhhh, my dear child," she whispers into the still midnight air. She turns her bald face up the beach, and softly treads through the sand. She tests the wind with each step... a familiar scent wafts into her flaring nostrils. Björn?! She begins to tremble and tears begin to slip down her cheeks. How could it be? "Björn!" she shouts, emotion thick in her voice. Thank you. She whispers into the still night air.


A familiar voice wakes him from his slumber. Lagertha? How can it be? His glacial eyes desperately grab at the familiar face of his sister, without hesitation he heads in the direction her voice had just came from. His smoky hide vibrates with anticipation, his muscles propel him ever closer to his sister. A nicker leaves his lips as his glacial eyes narrow on the familiar face of his sister. He eagerly closes the distance between them until he stops before her and presses his forehead into hers. "Lagertha, elsku systir mín," he whispers into the still night air.


She waddles through the sand, pressing on until she can see her brother galloping down the beach to meet her. Her breaths come out in laborious whooshes and her nostrils flare with every breath. She stands waiting until he is near enough and she presses her forehead into his. Their native tongue fills the air. "Ég hef saknað þín, bróðir," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. Their embrace lasts for minutes, until finally she pulls her bald face from his. Her tears slide down her face, uncontrollably now. "It has been so long," she finally says, as she looks into his glacial eyes. "We need your help," she says quietly, as she nods towards her growing belly.



He breathes deeply, her coat smells heavily with the scent of mud and men. His glacial eyes narrow as he looks at her growing belly, and his anger begins to boil beneath his smoky hide. "Who's is it?" he asks coldly. If anyone had taken advantage of his sister, they would pay dearly for their sins against her.


She instantly recognizes the anger that clouds her brothers eyes. "It is Ragnarr's, he is here on the islands," she says quickly, in order to douse his anger before it became a roaring flame. "I asked him to," she says with a raise of her head.


He eyes his sister as she instantly becomes defensive, but he relaxes when Ragnarr's name falls from her lips. A sigh passes his pink lips, a sigh of relief. "Follow me," he nods toward the jungle. He does not know what trouble she has found herself in, but he is here to help her. Just as she has in the past.




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