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[contrecoeurs]

“ For someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud”     

 for Lagertha from @ofodinn​​

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.   𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

        “ You were dead ! ”    Lagertha snapped vigorously. She had poured her whole soul and love into these confessions on his coffin.      “ I thought you were dead, Ragnar. ”      Honestly he only deserved to be hit and a good slap. His annoying smirk was glued to his lips as he watched her with his light blue eyes. 

Now that the battle was done, and that his plan had worked majestically, she would never hear the end of it. His ego was immoderate. And though, even with all of that, he managed to pull a smile from her clenched jaw. The shieldmaiden looked away with a scoff, blushing even as the man kept staring at her.      “ You should have told me.”     The blonde spat out, chin high as if to defy her King, hand on her hip. No title between them, just them, Ragnar and Lagertha from their old farm. Even if she was relieved he was not dead, she had went through a heavy emotional breakdown when learning about his death.     “ At least you came back somehow, so I can kick your ass.” 

[kristnirpresti]

{ @ofodinn​ - ♡ }

“Bjorn is a man now, you cannot fault him for a decision he rightfully is allowed to make.”

[jcyfulmess]

continued from x.   @ofodinn​​, Ragnar.

      Seven days. The words had fallen out of her mouth without much thinking. Lagertha didn’t want Ragnar to believe she’d always be his - even though it was the pure and simple truth. His ego had gone bigger with his new title, especially when it came to the two of them. He didn’t care much about being King, she knew that, but he did care winning. Especially against the woman who used to be his wife once. 

She knew exactly what he wanted from her - the thrill. He expected it, he teased her on purpose, with that little charming smirk of his. Every single time, she would melt inside for his genuine eyes. Their love story had been tragic. She left him, but it wasn’t because of lack of love. Quite the opposite. She couldn’t bear the sight of her husband with someone else. She couldn’t bear his mistakes... even now, after decades, the wound still felt as fresh as yesterday.

“ I like you Ragnar, ”     she looked up at him, a sly smile barely covered by the tankard she was holding and sipping from,     “ I care about you, you are the father of my only son, you are my King too... and you are appealing. But... my heart had stopped beating the way it used to be years ago.”     You broke it.     “ And you... could you possibly stop loving me ? ” 

[theboatbuilderswife]

━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ@ofodinn​ asked:                             “how long has it last been since you slept?”

           𝐀   𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐀   𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑     -perhaps a foolish attempt to dismiss the question without having to give him a proper answer                        although the answer was more than clear. Bags were hidden under painted kohl, but the slight shaking of her hands easily gave her away. Helga just shook her head, gaze avoiding Ragnar’s. Now was not the time to speak of things like this. In her eyes they were of none importance with everything else happening around them. Sleep would come again, some day. Right now there were other things to discuss.

[samcrodoc]

☒ Is there any sort of behavior towards your muse (ic or ooc) that you simply cannot stand?

@ofodinn​↠   “It’s Munday!  meme “ /  accepting

     This is a topic that is one I have thought of many times and answered many times and usually ended up in an argument.  -laughs;  There are actually a few but the one that pisses me off the most is the one where people say that she began to whine and become weak in season 3, I believe.  YES!  Tara came back to the life she never really wanted years before but that was HER decision but she was trying to get Jackson to follow the promises he made to her of getting them all out of Charming, away from SAMCRO because at one time; Jax wanted that , too.  Even when she handed over the syringe  to him to kill Clay; she was not being weak…she wanted the end game.  Kill Clay and get the hell out but people still believe she was whining and nagging him constantly.  Even when she went to jail for the club, she was not whining but she knew she had to take matters into her own hands but even Jax reminded her she came back into the life.  

   The second one is people have come at me with “Ima would have been better for Jax, she was stronger and could have handled the life.”  This goes with the whining Tara and I am sorry but Ima couldn’t have done anything for Jax.  Tara was the one that was always there, no matter what and she was a strength to him that people forget about because of the last season and everyone thinking she was a rat.  She was a woman trying to survive with two boys but the life she was in…no happy endings and no white picket fence.  

[angcltouch]

                        𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒,  a  long  sip  ran  down  his  throat  while  his  eyes  focus  on  the  man  before  them,  a  man  he  had  not  seen  in  years,  a  man  he  looked  up  to  even  if  now  his  heart  was  still  confused  either  to  feel  hate  or  happiness  for  the  sight  of  the  man.  slowly  ubbe  let  the  glass  on  the  table  before  him  raising  from  his  sit  and  standing  tall  before  his  father.  he  was  not  sure  what  words  to  use,  WHAT  TO  FEEL                   he  had  wished  for  his  father  to  come  back  for  so  long,  even  if  he  had  shared  vicious  words  about  ragnar,  in  his  heart  he  did  so  because  he  was  hurt  and  missed  his  father.            ❛❛   so  it  seems  you  found  your  way  BACK.   ❜❜

            @ofodinn   ↷   sc.

[vredeir]

@ofodinn / @crowsandmurder (hvitserk) ↷ meme: " i don’t understand why you’re acting this way. "

‘     I  AM  NOT  EXPECTING  YOU  TO  AND  HOW  COULD  ANY  OF  YOU  ANYWAY  ?  CONSIDER  YOUR  LACK  OF  UNDERSTANDING  A  PRIVILEGE,  DEAR  BROTHER—     ’     &     for  all  the  mockery  and  tossing  barbs  he  is  known  for,  it  is  a  simple  truth  in  ivar’s  mind  that  none  of  his  brothers,     (  nor  anyone  else  who  is  whole  for  that  matter,  )     will  ever  be  able  to  comprehend  the  nature  of  his  notions.  how  could  they  with  their  immunity  they  are  taking  for  granted  ?     ‘     is  it  truly  so  wrong  of  me  to  question  strategies  when  i  believe  there  are  better  ways  how  to  win  a  battle  ?  my  legs  may  be  incapacitated  and  i  may  be  the  youngest  on  top  of  that,  but  you  ought  to  concede  something  to  me.  battle  tactics,  for  that  matter.     ’     leaning  in  to  look  hvitserk  directly  in  the  eyes,  ivar  supports  his  weight  with  crossed  arms  on  top  of  the  wooden  table,  unbothered  by  what  his  older  brothers  may  think  of  his  antics.     ‘     you  are  older  than  me,  but  you  know  what  it’s  like  to  be  younger  than  björn  and  ubbe.  was  there  never  a  moment  where  they  made  a  decision  you  considered  less  than  ideal  ?  maybe  even  after  you  told  them  an  alternative  idea  ?     ’     ivar  continues  to  gaze  at  hvitserk  with  an  arch  of  his  eyebrows,  mildly  curious  to  hear  what  hvitserk  does  have  to  say  about  that.     ‘     i  don’t  know  about  you  but  i  have  no  intention  to  be  reduced  to  my  age  nor  my  legs.     ’     even  with  the  very  possible  consequence  that  he  will  alienate  his  brothers,  sooner  or  later.

[hedebyforged-blog]

[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking 

non sexual acts of affection. @ofodinn​ for Ragnar

         Silence engulfed the room as Lagertha had just left it. Both lovers, ex-lovers of that said warrior woman waiting patiently. He had piercing blue light eyes, exactly how Lagertha had described them so many times. Astrid sipped on her tankard, then grabbed her knife back only to carve the piece of wood she had in her hand before he arrived.

He kept watching her, & she stared back at him the whole time, amused smirk playing on her lips. He gestured towards her, brow rose with curiosity then pushed herself up her seat to walk around & prop down the bench by his side. Astrid grinned with cocky expression, probably too confident in herself, blue eyes watching back at him.