Vilh Stoutkin

Fishman... Warrior... Northman... I know not any other way. [[Member of : Vikings of Kattegat]] [[Tracking: vilhstoutkin]]

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Helga + Vilh

“Vilh!” Helga shouted as she picked up the skirts of her dress and ran towards the man she recognizsed even at such a distance.  The sand quickly gathering in her shoes hardly bothered her, she’d had many a year living by the water to grow used to it. Her smile was almost a from ear to ear as she finally came within talking distance, “Hello, stranger.” she said, joking affectionately. 

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Weaving a new net takes time and effort, and isn’t at all something he might have enjoyed before. But now? It is one of the few things his hands remember how to do, and he likes that.

He hears his name, over the gentle lapping of the waves not far away; and blue eyes turn up to meet the new company. A small moment for recognition. Helga. And a lopsided smile of his own graces his lips.

                     “H-Hello.”

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Torstein + Vilh + Ragnar

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Ragnar frowned and went to cross his arms, but stopped himself, afraid of intimidating Vilh while he looked so nervous, and put his hands on his hips instead. He knew that it must be something important, probably dangerous, to have Vilh come all the way into the Hall in such a state. “Do you know their names? The men that you heard talking?” Ragnar hoped that it was something simple to start him off and help jog his memory. “Or perhaps, where you heard them?” (( torstein-of-kattegat, stoutkin))

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There was a sense of hard thought coming from the Stoutkin boy. Torstein looked up from where he sat, watching the boy rubbing the back of his head. There was a painful look on his face, like thinking actually hurt him. Torstein flicked his eyes to Ragnar. He could tell his friend was trying to be patient with the boy. But it seemed to be getting him nowhere.

Torstein nudged Stoutkin’s hip with the back of his hand to jolt him into thinking quicker. “Come on, boy. Men talk all the time. Tell King Ragnar what they were saying.” He shook his head, exhasperated. 

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He’s trying. What had Inka said to do when he couldn’t remember--- start at the beginning. The grip on his head slackens and fingers instead tap against his skull. Tap. Tap. Tap. Where did he go this morning? Hooks. Hooks. Hooks. He’d needed hooks. The blacksmith. He’d gone to the blacksmith--and then? He’d waited. Can’t remember why. Voices. Talking. 

           “The---the b-blacksmith m-my lord.” 

It is a rush of words and almost said as though he were trying to say each one all at the same time. His gaze flickering from the steward to the king. Voices.Voices. Voices. Talking quiet and heated. One was angry. The angry voice he’s heard before. He’d come around the corner, he’d seen.

               “Er..erlendur....Horik-son.”

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Open// Vilh +

Today is a good day. 

Any day that see the nets full is a good day, and he doesn’t at all mind the difficulty of hauling them ashore. Nor the rather tedious job of threading string through each to hang for drying. Only to repeat the process over and over again. 

Vilh enjoys the hard work, if gives him something to do. Something that he is good at. And while it is not something as grand as Floki’s gift for invention, or Ragnar’s gift to lead; Vilh takes a bit of pride in it. After all there are not many that have his knack for the trade. Even his father has to admit that from time to time. And it is because of the simpleton’s skill that many in Kattegat have food upon their tables even in the  harshest of winters.

Yes today is a good day.

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Torstein + Vilh + Ragnar

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Ragnar untangled himself from Athelstan and was answered by a whine of protest from the smaller man. Ragnar chuckled fondly and sat up to stretch. He rubbed his eyes and listened. He could hear Torstein and Vilh speaking in the distance across the hall. He wondered what had brought his friend the fisherman out so far, and when their voices rose he began to worry. He stood and pulled on his tunic, then padded around barefoot to put together a pack of herbs for Athelstan’s hangover. He pressed it to Athelstan’s forehead and made sure that he was sat up holding it to himself, then gave the other side of his forehead and kiss and got up to tug on his boots and head out into the Hall. He lingered out of sight as he listened to what was said, but when Torstein called to him he showed himself between the two. “What is the matter my friend? All of this shouting and so early after a feast?” he grabbed Torstein’s beard and gave it an affectionate tug, then clapped Vilh on the arm.  “It is rare to see you so far from the shore, Vilh, tell me, what has happened?”

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Torstein rolled his eyes at Ragnar’s beard tug, but he knew this was his way of saying he was pleased to see him, even it did mean he had gotten him out of bed this early in the morning. Torstein was going to tell Ragnar about him seeing the Stoutkin boy walking for the hall carrying swords, but he kept his mouth shut and let the King address him first. At Ragnar’s question, Vihl’s brows pinched together, and Torstein wondered if the boy had actually forgotten what he was doing here in the hall. And then he stammered something that Torstein could not quite understand. He looked up at Ragnar, patient as ever. But Torstein did not think Ragnar should be waiting for answers like this.

“Come on, boy. You are stood before a king in his hall. Get on and say what you meant to tell him.” He did not shout - did not dare to in front of Ragnar - but he was stern with the boy.

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( kinofodin torstein-of-kattegat )

Vilh’s features brighten when his gaze catches sight of the king (much like a dog’s or child’s might at sighting something familiar); and there is not a single hesitance in him when he rises to his feet. Though his head does bow in respect to being addressed, but then well it has all gone rather blank hasn’t it?

What has happened? What has happened? That’s important that is. Very, very, very important. And his brows knit. What has happened? Something big, something troublesome, something threatening. What has happened?

The steward’s words have a very wary gaze shifting upon him. One that is generally saved for a far more intimidating thing-- like his father Víðarr. And its a subconscious movement, that has fingers resting at the back of his head. Tightening their grip as though it might help him think. And his gaze falls away to the ground.

            “M-men---                            t-talking.”

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Torstein + Vilh + Ragnar

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Torstein nodded, thinking he knew what the boy went. There was an awkward silence for a time as they both sat drinking, Torstein for once only wetting his lips on the cup. “RAGNAR!” he shouted, making the boy jerk in surprise. Then he added, “I do not know where he has got to…”

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He does indeed jolt when the steward is suddenly yelling. Not at all sure why that is necessary. And he finished off the ale in his mug, setting it aside. The names he must keep hold of repeated like a chant inside his head. Lips barely moving in the process. He mustn’t lose this its important.        “I...               I will---                        w a i t.”

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impishcreed asked:I know not of this chatzy. *pouts*

[[lol its for the kattegat group however i DO want to talk to u!! i is forever on skypes :P]]

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Hmph. *folds arms like a child* Perhaps I do not want to now.

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[[ooooh come on Floki dun be likes that. :P you should feel special cuz ur the only reason Vilh didn’t stay on his hiatus lol. ]]

[jorindelle]

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[[in chatzy channel if anyone’s awake or around lol]]

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Give me 5 mins and I’ll be on!

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[[yay!! :)]]

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impishcreed asked:I know not of this chatzy. *pouts*

[[lol its for the kattegat group however i DO want to talk to u!! i is forever on skypes :P]]

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[[in chatzy channel if anyone’s awake or around lol]]

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"You think you're better than other people!"

There is a very long, very silent moment that passes betweenthe fisher man and the ship builder. One that has the former blinking several times at a slow mythotical pace. Vilh better than other people? That is not at all true. If anythinghe thinks far to little of himself. After all the saying ‘tell someonethey are worthless long enough and they will believe it’ held somesmall bit of truth to it. Did it not?        “I---Floki does not....                       I.....                                     d o n ‘ t....”He can’t even grasp the words he wishes to convey. Let alone thereason why Floki would believe such a thing, let alone say such athing confuses him. He can think of nothing that would have impliedthis. Nothing that would have made his friend believe such an lie. But that is not saying very much is it? After all, what does Vilh know?Not much, at least by what his father says.Hurt, confused, and without the ability to even speak in his own defense;the over sized northman simply turns and walks away. And he keeps walking, because he doesn’t know what else to do.

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Firefly {Sentence Starters}

"That's good. You just lie there and be ironical."

"This place gives me an uncomfortableness."

"Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone."

"We're not gonna die. We can't die."

"You're always breaking the rules, no matter which society you're in!"

"This must be what going mad feels like."

"Hell, this job I would pull for free."

"We'll check it out, see if there are any survivors."

"I think I'm on the wrong ship."

"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

"Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"

"It's a wonder you're still alive."

"How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"

"You think you're better than other people!"

"We will rule over all this land, and we will call it- This Land!"

"I got stabbed! Right here!"

"Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?"

"Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail."

"Are you always this sentimental?"

"I believe that woman's planning to shoot me again."

"I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you."

"Why don't we just ignore each other until we go away?"

"Ha ha ha! Mine is an evil laugh! Now DIE!"

"I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much."

"If you're being a gentleman, I may die of shock."

"Why are you so fascinated by him?"

"If I could make you prettier I would!"

"If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed."

"Walk away from this table, right now."

"Drunks are so cute."

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[[i did a thing instead of doing replies on my main blog lol]] [[tada! new theme!]]

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Torstein + Vilh

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Torstein filled two cups of ale and passed one to Vilh Stoutkin. Then, his curiousity building about the boy, he sat next to him and looked over him quizically.

“You are not a man of many words, are you?“ Torstein asked. “But it looks to me like you are a fighter. And a good one, since you are still alive. And staying alive in Kattegat,” he chuckled, “is sometimes hard to do.”

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Vilh took the cup, against ducking his head, though it is with an air of thanks this time. He takes a drink from it, before his gaze becomes well lost in the liquid left within it. Though it does not remain there long, when the steward speaks again. And a subconscious hand lifts to gently worry the marred skin,  hidden beneath blonde locks.

         “N-no not--anymore.”

The words are stumbled, and yet hung upon. As though each are a great puzzle that requires him to decipher before use. Though an almost shy smile twitches at his mouth, at Torstein’s assumptions.

      “...Fight...                    in r a i d s--                          p r a c t i c e.                              Fishing...                        fishing b e t t e r.”

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[[yep i’m a 1000% sure my response asks are not going through. Sorry impish i tried T_T]]

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[[ok so i think my ability to answer asks is shot….-glares at yahoo- ANYWAY torstein-of-kattegat if you have skype can you send your name my way? I’d like to talk to you and kinofodin at the same time about the thing we discussed. Thanks!]]

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[[ok offline guys. i just face planed into the keyboard]]