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"Helgs," he said, and he sounded more relieved than anything. To see her alive, to see her well, Floki at her side. She could see how there was emotion in him he often refused to acknowledge. "You're alive."

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                                    She had lowered her hood of her cloak just the slightest, having hidden herself behind Floki’s tall figure. It had not been their intention to make themselves known, not to anyone. They were meant to leave, to flee these lands knowing it would only bring them more misery if they decided to stay.

     ❝ I am — ❞  The wound in her neck had already healed, thanks to her husband’s hands. It had never been life threatening; the body that was buried never having been hers but that of a dead Saxon woman whose flaxen locks had resembled hers.

     ❝ — but you know we can not stay here. ❞

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“You say that now,” he said, his face illuminated by the fire. Helga could tell he didn’t believe her, as much as he might have wanted to. There was too much distrust. “And you may even believe it. As so, ‘t is what my mother used to say, and look what she did. She went. She had help from Lagertha, yes. But who says no one will help you leave, one day?”

His hands were occupied with scrubbing at the shoulderpiece of his armour, as he if he tried to undo it of Aelle’s crusted blood.

                            ❝ You are afraid someone will kill me, like your mother was? ❞  Pale brows knitted together into a soft frown, a soft sigh all that kept her lips parted. She understood his worry; his mother brutally taken away from him, away from all of them really - but there was no reason to worry as her own life was not threatened by any, for even the grudge once held against her husband was long forgotten.

     ❝ I will not leave, Ivar, I can promise you this. - but you must understand that for every being on this world an end is woven. Only the Norns know what will happen to us eventually. ❞

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                              ❝ I had no idea Floki would return so soon already - ❞  Hands rested on her hips, surprise still lingering on her features upon seeing the boy having crawled all the way uphill to find her in her gardens.  ❝ He could at least have kept you company for a bit - he knew I would be out here. I hope the journey here was a pleasant one however. He seemed awfully grumpy this morning. I honestly have no idea why. ❞

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“I let the deer go,” he huffed, “so Sigurd said that is the reason they usually do not take me on the hunt, which is a lie in its own right. Last time I shot twice as much as he did, and one of them was a stag. Now, this one time I missed, he decides to hold it against me.”

There was a scowl on his face as he hauled himself onto the steps in front of Ragnar’s throne, settling onto the furs that laid at its side. “So I told him that next time, I would shoot extra to make up for it, and he said there would be no next time.”

Ragnar listened to his son’s words and raised his eyebrow. “So, your brother says that because you let the deer go, you are not allowed to go on a hunt? Well last I checked, Sigurd is not the oldest and doesn’t get to make decisions about everything. Ubbe would be who would get to decide.  Everyone misses things from time to time. I’ve missed targets, gotten defeated. I’m basically a failure now, to most people.”  

He sighed, glancing down at him. “Well tell him you’re going anyway. You know, if you want to hunt so much and think you can, we could go. I’m sure an old man and his crippled son would make a good hunting team.” 

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“ stop bossing me around, you’re not my mom. i’ll go to sleep when i want to. “ ((sorry was too perfect))

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                                 ❝ And keep us awake with you restlessly crawling around? I can not put you back in that hammock Ivar, and I am not going to wake Floki to do so for me. ❞  She had a blanket wrapped around her shivering self, standing just behind the small fire still burning in the hearth as she looked down at the boy with a scowl on her face. Not often would she get irritated, but even the littlest sounds reverberating through the small home at night was more than enough to keep her awake.

     ❝ If you are not willing to go back to sleep then go outside, take a few furs with you if you need, but please let us sleep. You know how Floki gets when someone wakes him up without a good reason to — ❞