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"You can't protect me. You can't even protect yourselves."

 “I have survived so many things, boy. One might say that I am lucky. Another that I have the Gods by my side. But don’t you think it has to do with how good I am at surviving?” He did not always want to die. There was a time that he wanted to live to be great, to travel, to laugh, to see his children grow up. Lately he had been looking things --people-- to distract him, but nothing seemed enough. “Why do you think I can’t protect you in any case?”

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"Are you threatening me?"

“That depends, King Robert.” Ragnar smirked and locked his eyes with the other for a long moment before continuing. There was something about the other man that showed hunger. But not for for food or women-- those he used for distraction, Ragnar prresumed -- but for blood, for war. What a terrible thing it was, to be born a warrior and have to live in a world of peace. Ragnar however had no intention to fight if there was another way, and there is always another way, especially in situations like this. If Robert Baratheon proved to be anything like Jarl Borg  however, everything would change. “Are you planning to hurt my family or any of my people?”

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@agirlingrey (x)

"As you should." Ragnar chuckled briefly, being quite entertained by the girl's reaction. She was surely not the first person to be sarcastic or passively aggressively polite in Westeros, but still, it was amusing.  "It all depends on what you choose to learn from it." Not everyone is going to tell you something to change your life, girl, but what people choose to tell you reveals something about themselves. He did not share that however and smirked instead "Have you learned a lot of things that changed your life? Or am I the only one that is kind enough to share wisdom?"

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@handofhonor (x)

standing in the water, his pants were wet to his knees and despite the chill, ned paid no mind to it. he was more interested in the person coming in on what looked like a strange boat. there were no northern ships that looked of such a thing. ned almost walked further but someone grabbed him, pulling him back to the sand. here he could feel the coldness of the water and he shivered for a moment, pulling his cloak around him tighter. when the boat landed, ned looked up to see the man who climbed out. ned thought it was strange he had only a beard and no hair on his head. doesn’t his head get cold?

“where are you from?” ned asked, curiously peering at the boat.

“Hello.” Ragnar smiled at the boy, leaning towards him so he could almost be face-to-face with him. The boy seemed brave enough to approach him and the rest of the Northmen whilst others ran. But that also made him reckless, didn’t it? “My name is Ragnar Lothbrok. And you are?” he introduced himself, signaling his people not to start exploring yet. “And I come from Scandinavia, which is far far away from here. What is this placed called? I think my friends and I have been off course.”

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@queenmakcr (x)

                          What was going on? The princess was no matchagainst the Northern king with his large stature and experience of raiding, fighting, kidnapping even? What G O O D was she to him? He had dragged her to his boat, she had expected him to take her with force, butsurprisingly he only set her down on his boat, arms tied up before she felt the both move far off. Away from home. As the days went, the temperatureDECREASED and Arianne was certain she’d die from the harsh cold, being used to a hotter, drier climate and clad in naught but fine silks. Perhaps it was weakness, maybe they would laugh, but the princess didn’t even try to suppress the tears trickling down her cherub cheeks. The cold in tandem with her sadness only proved to be too much for her to care about her dignity any longer.

                                  To her surprise she felt a heavy weight on her shoulders, the Northern king had to her surprise, places a heavy coat on her shoulders, protecting her against the cold. Strange… why should a kidnapper show such kindness? Perhaps he was different. Or perhaps he thought she was a prisoner of value. Either way she didn’t care much for his reasoning, feeling only grateful for the warmth his furs brought. She even managed to smile at him in thanks.

This place -Dorne they called it- was so much warmer than any place he had been. He had grew up next the sea, humidity was familiar to him. But heat...heat he could not stand. It was almost as if he could not breathe. That however, did not stop him and his people to raid.  The people were dressed differently, the houses were different. But they could not explore it, not just yet. As all things, it needed patience. And a plan. The girl was no fighter, not that her skills would be any use against a ship full of warriors. She was not just a peasant either, that Ragnar knew the moment he saw her. It was something in the way she was dressed, something in the way she was behaving. Even though she did not speak, her silence was rather loud. “Hello.” he spoke in the language he had heard they spoke in Westeros, which luckily for him it was the language of the Saxons. “I am Ragnar. I am a King of a place far away from here. My home is Kattegat.” he told her quietly, adding a smile to it and reached to give her some dried fish to eat “I am afraid we do not have anything else.” he smiled apologetically.

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@krakensdcughter liked this for a starter (x)

“I did not expect any visitors... What brings you  here?”

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@heiressofdorne (x)

                                                         She stares at him, eyes                       still wet and red from the tears. No LONGER is she sobbing                         though, she merely looks exhausted and frowns LAZILY.

                            " Oh but why should you even care?                                                      Did you not say it was over between us? “

Ragnar opened his mouth, wanting to tell her that he still cared despite how much he did not want to. But what would be the use of that?                                                          “I’ve told you why it’s over.”

                                                    “But you still need help.”

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@pureironking (x)

   « I can walk. »     The King replies through gritted teeth, stabs of pain hitting him with every steps he takes, trying to balance the weight on the good leg. At least he didn’t lose too much blood.     « Lead the way, I’ll follow. »

“Of course you can” Ragnar sighs, staying close to the man. His pride became annoying, but he doesn’t say anything “Look around you. Everyone is leaning on someone, you will not look...I don’t know what you think you’ll look like.” he says quietly but in a stern tone, as if he was talking to one of his sons. “We won. Be happy about that.”