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❝ Up onto the overturned keel Clamber, with a heart of { s t e e l } C o l d is the ocean's spray And your DEATH is on its way. With maidens you have had your way Each must -- d i e -- some day. ❞ Lagertha, Shield-maiden. Wife of Ragnar, Mother of Björn Ironside and Gyda. [A Vikings RP blog for the Shieldmaiden Lagertha.]

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Earl Lagertha | 2.08 Boneless 

[fatedlives]

        {➳} —- “Come, sit. Share with me where you’ve been.” Lagertha offered a smile — such things were rare on her face; but it was radiant, upon its appearance. "I am always fond of new tales.”

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Lagertha’s Armor

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Mother and Son

[fatedlives]

Do not       underestimate

                   my           r a g e ———-

or you’ll end up                                                DEAD.

[gavefarmore]

    “And I could use the rest,” Ragnar gives by way of agreeing. He takes a seat with a small sigh before reaching to take the offered cup. After he’s managed down a particularly large gulp, head cants Lagertha’s way and he offers a smile. "And how is my wife, hm? Aside from lonely."

[fatedlives]

     {➳} —- "Not yet full enough with ale," Quipped she, taking a long sip and peering over the rim of the mug. Lagertha brushed her fingers across Ragnar's knuckles, offering a warm grin. She had missed him, more than she'd admit. "Have you eaten, husband? I kept spare supper for you."

[fatedlives]

Baby!Björn begging for sweets (✿◡‿◡) Baby!Gyda politely asking her mother if she could have some (✿◕‿◕) Lagertha covering her babies in kisses while they eat their treats (✿◉‿◉) CUTE VIKING BABIES *:゜☆ヽ(✿◉‿◉)ﾉ ☆゜:。*。

[belovedbygods]

      Reaching up, the girl placed the crown ever so gently into her mother’s hair, with a proud smile. "You look even more beautiful, modir." Would such a thing be possible.

      Gyda saw the glint that caught her mother’s eye, that give away that she was in a playful mood. It never failed to rouse a cheeky grin from the otherwise innocent face of her daughter. 

      “Would she have us?” Gyda had hope in her eyes. It would be wonderful, to be care-free, and dance through the Fjords all day alongside Freyja. 

      “Siggy taught me,” Gyda could not accept all the credit. The woman had been eager to teach her, just as her mother had been to teach her to fish. There were many things she wished to learn, though she often found herself too nervous to ask.

      Gyda knelt then, to gather her things so she could return home with her mother. 

      “Do you think Fadir and Bjorn would like one?” She asked, a grin on her face, half expecting she knew the answer. 

      But she guessed Floki might. 

[fatedlives]

  {➳} —- "Aye. I think she would, dóttir. For what Gods could look upon you, and not see your light?" She waited for Gyda to collect her belongings -- whilst Lagertha gathered the wrapped parcels she'd purchased from the market under her arm. "Oh? You shall have to thank Siggy for teaching you. T'was most kind of her."

         Lagertha gave a small laugh. It was a sort that did not come often, but it was a pleasant sounding thing. Such laughter was reserved only for her family -- and, occasionally, for Floki's antics. Of all of them, it was Gyda that managed to coax effortless smiles from the shieldmaiden's lips. Her daughter was her joy, her love; where Björn was her great pride.

            "Your Faðir would not say no, I am sure. You've him wrapp'd around your little finger, dear heart." Lagertha cast a glance towards the lass, eyes bright with a Mother's warmth. "Björn... ah, mayhaps not -- he is a young boy, after all. They are rarely fond of such things."

            Ahead, their home came into view, once more. "I shall start on supper, when we arrive. Would you care to join in?" She asked, shifting the packages she held to her other arm. "... perhaps, I shall make us a treat, for afterwards. Sweet-bread and cream."

                 The prospect of treats was always exciting for her family (Lagertha herself rather enjoyed things with hazelnuts in them) -- the children, especially. Björn had gone about begging for sweet things, as a toddler. Now that he had grown, begging had been replaced by a subtle attempt at coercion. Lagertha rarely indulged him; yet, she enjoyed the smiles, all the same.

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I am anger, under pressure Left in cages, a prisoner, the first to escape I am wicked, I am legion Strength in numbers, a lie, the number is one

[fatedlives]

     {➳} —- "Come, share a drink with me." Lagertha flashed a smile, pushing forward a copper cup. "I could use the company."

[fatedlives]

[ literally weeping a siggy and björn followed me. my dreams have come true. ]

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Hear the call of the fallen ones Wisdom of those whose time has gone Live your life bravely my first born son, On battlefields fight, don’t run.

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[belovedbygods]

      The girl jumped at the touch, not expecting anybody. But when the voice came, so familiar and warming, a smile grew so quickly on her lips. "Mother!" She turned in her arms, joy in her eyes. 

      “It is!” Gyda exclaimed, looking a tad apprehensive, until Lagetha’s approval came.

      She raised her hands, holding another - this time the flowers were blue. "I made one for you, also." She urged, reaching up to place it on her mother’s head, though she could not quite reach. 

[fatedlives]

{➳} —- Lagertha's smile was full of pride, and warmth, and love for her daughter. Graciously, she accepted the girl's gift, dipping her head to allow the lass to place it upon her. Chuckling, the shieldmaiden could not help but touch the soft petals as it rested atop her hair.

               "How beautiful!" She remarked. "I thank you for your kindness, my sweet."

            Arching a brow, a cheeky playfulness crept into the woman's features. "Look at us, dear one. We are like Freyja's handmaidens!" She added, tucking a lock of Gyda's hair behind her ear. "Such skillful hands. I am proud of you."