𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the banquet hall 𝙵𝙾𝚁 : alistair stewart ( @ofxdynxsties ) 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : closed
all animal rage & gnashing teeth from the moment he burst forth his mother’s womb ulf was kicking and screaming without thought , without care ( a blessing ! the midwives rejoiced , such healthy lungs ! ) such was their way ; the viking way , effective in its simplicity . by comparison the ways of the court were intricate , stifling ----- frustrating . what use were pretty words when fists spoke volumes ? self -- restraint was an unpracticed art in the lothbrok’s corner of the world , where false pleasantries and empty promises would see you gargling your own blood . yet here he attempted for his father’s sake . nodded and played along . kept the anger bubbling just beneath the surface in check with white knuckled fists at his side & a clenched jaw that vaguely ached from grinding molars & sheer pressure but . . . a kettle left to bubble inevitably reaches a boiling point .
an accident perhaps but the strike of a shoulder against his own prompted a response in kind though ulf had no reservations in knocking the offending royal to the ground . willfully ignorant to the growing murmurs of the gathering crowd ulf rose to his full height , spewing venom whilst he stepped toward the red -- faced noble , ❛❛ uvidende gris , stå og se mod mig som en mand . ❜❜
