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Lagertha is standing here nonchalantly, a cup in her hand, leaning against the beam of the tent outside. She glanced at the other Shieldmaiden that left the table she shared with Ragnar to join her own tent && of course, there was lust in the woman’s eyes for the handsome warrior who was Ragnar. “I mean it. You do not owe me anything anymore, Ragnar. I am not your wife.” && that was something they both forgot at times. Old habits died hard.
A small smile appeared on her lips, she stared at him for a second, before rolling her eyes at him. “Insecure of what exactly?” She shrugged both of her shoulder, her armor moving with her actions as she sipped some more mead. “You do whatever please you, just like you always did back then.” Lagertha had not helped it, remembering him even herself couldn’t stop him from it. “My attempts at keeping you for myself went unsuccessful. Why would you care now?”