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[hvitabiorn]

vidarrson

              SHE’S THINKING ------ hands rested upon her chin as if she debates the future of the world. face pulls into a firm line, seriousness on her features && eyes narrowed ( seemingly in play ) to the proposition she’s been given.

                                     ❝ ... No. ❞

[halrhjarta]

Vikings FCs + Skyrim ( & verses ) Blogs ––– pt. 1 vidarrson || hvitabiorn || rotlaust

[kovotojas]

vidarrson

              "Could it truly be?  Froki, my companion in drink, returned at last?"

                                   Unruly grin spreads over Vilkas' lips, with a gleam in                                    his eye to match.

[kovotojas]

Froki and Agni yo

SEND ME A PAIRING

I don’t know them enough | wtf | why | just NO | tolerable | they’re okay | cute | awww | babies | hot | I will go down with this ship | OTP

[formerbravo-archived]

vidarrson replied to your post:

His face falls in /seconds/. “O-Oh. What did I do—?”

            "It's a joke. I didn't mean you're actually an asshole."

[augetur-fulguris]

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       The Frozen Hearth offered an excellent reprieve from the extreme cold of Winterhold; its roaring flame stood unfettered and the roast smoking over it grew ever so tender with the passing of hours.

        Onmund unfastened a couple of buttons and left his outer cloak on a hang to dry. Ordering up a couple of meads didn't seem like a bad idea either. Business was booming.

            He would ever so casually look up when the front door was opened, taking cursory glances at the fresh faces walking in.

[hvitabiorn]

What   can   make   beasts   shed   tears? What sentiments send bears to sadness?                                                                                         Grieving fathers?                                                                                         Absent mothers?                                   F r i e n d s sailing back across                                   a   s e a   she   cannot    follow?

      When the boy walks into the girl's view, she does not bother to push a smile, hates how she can hear the music beyond the trees--hates the idea of happiness. Her heart hurts. Doesn't think anything can fix it--even if her paws ache to reach out and keep the boy named Froki forever ( who do I have left when you are gone? no one else cares ) and though such thoughts are so far from the truth, it is all a sad little bear can think, atop her rock...

       She looks down at the boy in his cerulean eyes, wipes her nose so ungracefully on her sleeve--clears her throat.

             "Please dance with me..."