RAGNARSSON.

an indie young ragnar from the last kingdom written by tess

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they say ‘time heals,’ but even now i know that’s a lie. what people really mean is that eventually you’ll get used to the pain. you’ll forget who you were without it; you’ll forget what you looked like without your scars. written by tess.

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⚠ and this is for uhtred lmfao

SEND ⚠ TO CARRY MY MUSE / ACCEPTING

the spinners wind fate, threads of gold to be cut at their whim, and uhtred’s has forever been a complicated one. taken from the saxons, raised as a dane, and almost abandoned by them both ; he’s a child of many paths but this one- his death- is unchangeable. fate is fate. and the gods laugh at the chaos. as it stands ; three against him. a large northumbrian and two smaller, much swifter ones. a triangle of blades. such a fight should be easy were finan here, beside him, but he isn’t. in fact uhtred feels isolated, even upon such a crowded battlefield. 

serpent-breath sings in his hand, slicing the air as he twists the blade to parry one stroke and then another- shield long-since lost to the strength of a huge saxon axe. and it’s almost as though he can see the very moment his life will be taken but uhtred tries to ignore the ravens circling directly overhead. instead, he swings with all the skill and grace of a warrior, overcome by the battle-calm. nothing can touch him, or so it seems and a howling cry for MORE breaks from his lips, piercing the sky as the rain comes, washing the blood from the lightning-bolt cloak he wears to honour gisela. 

more do not come but they need not. for, after taking a strike to the calf, uhtred staggers. he takes one of the smaller men with wasp-sting, cutting through the mail and gutting him but it leaves him defenceless and VULNERABLE. then the pain comes. a short sword finds its way through his thick mail from behind and uhtred’s chest BURNS. eyes rise to find the larger of the remaining two standing above him and the dane grips the hilt of his sword hard so as to find valhalla when he dies. 

but the killing blow is halted and the tears from uhtred’s eyes fall in relief as he gazes up into the eyes of his brother, whose sword has slain the most formidable enemy. and he’s as grateful to see that face as he was when ragnar rescued him from sverri- wound, a moment, forgotten in spite of its damage, before uhtred coughs and hot, crimson blood spews from his mouth onto the sodden earth at ragnar’s feet. hands find his shoulders though the cold is already settling in his bones. ‘ my sword. ragnar— ’ because fear grips too. FEAR of spending the rest of eternity in niflheim. 

some words find their way through the cries and shouts and then uhtred is lifted from the ground into an embrace that feels like home. serpent-breath and wasp-sting are clutched close in shaking hands and the sky above is grey with sadness. and uhtred remembers everything so clearly about his childhood ; the first time he called ragnar his brother, the way he, as a small saxon boy, had SMILED about it. he remembers laying that first time with brida and all the love of the women who’ve followed. and in the near-death, uhtred swears he sees ravn and ragnar the elder and sigrid and rorik, iseult and gisela waiting for him. 

     ‘ valhalla. ’ is the last word he manages before the world goes black.

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since these seem to go around faster / i also suck at making promos, hit the heart or reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a slightly canon divergent Gisela from The Last Kingdom books and tv show! 

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stellaluminis.

                 ❝ I happen to be a  perfectly  reasonable  height for an elf! ❞

    ‘ which, for avvar, is tiny. --at least you’re taller than the ginger dwarf you sent packing. ’ 

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“Your throat must be as dry as a dead dog’s bones!”

meme. accepting.

ragnar shrugs off the last of the furs he’d been travelling in, and offers a laugh as he sits by the fire. it’s been a long day’s travel, to say the least, and he thinks there might not be a more accurate way to describe his current condition. perhaps if she’d said he was exhausted too, but he feels better and better the longer he is in his brother’s hall. 

it’s good to see friendly faces after spending so much time travelling through hostile lands.

      ‘ you aren’t wrong-- i wouldn’t say no to a drink were it offered, lady. ’ 

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jamestown starter sentences

feel free to change pronouns, etc. from episode 7.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave us.” “Everything’s about to change. Everything.” “The law, as you know as well as I do, bends to the man with the riches.” “I’ve witnessed what is out there, and I know what it’s worth.” “Will we drink to your good fortune?” “Your throat must be as dry as a dead dog’s bones!” “You’re not worth the blood that runs in your veins.” “Will you have a drink with me, my true penny friend?” “I can’t bear that he is free to terrify me.” “We will see that he is locked up for his crimes.” “I didn’t kill him.” “You fear him. I can see it.” “Do you love your brother?” “The pain is mine to bear.” “Are you the Devil? Will you devour me?” “Your name will, before too long, be renowned.” “Perhaps you might be in need of wise council.” “I knew the day would come when it would be my turn.” “I’m asking for justice.” “Ain’t you going to at least question the man?” “Shame on your church-kneed, worm-livered Christian souls!” “He can come after me again any time he chooses to. How can I live here knowing that?” “I didn’t say I’d take on the task.” “Why would you say such a thing?” “You’re the only one here who can assist me.” “He must see that you’re not afraid of him.” “I’m sick with fear.” “I might’ve saved him, but my courage failed me.” “So this is about a woman?” “Do you want to kill your brother now?” “Perhaps you do not know yourself well enough.” “He lied to us.” “Why are you telling me this now?” “Good fellowship is free.” “When a man enters into the position of wealth, he enters into the world of politics.” “You need a protector.” “I’m a prisoner of my own deeds.” “I will say nothing of what I know if you abide by my instructions.” “Do it. I will not stop you.” “Look at me. Please. Look at my face.” “Fate has scarred me, so that I never forget the man I am.” “I don’t ask you for your forgiveness. I ask for your mercy.” “I’m a man who keeps my word.” “Any man that betrays me, thieves from me, lies to me… He’ll wish he never set eyes on my wretched face.” “You fobbing, mewling puke of a man!” “I am loyal to my friend! What are you faithful to?” “You’ll be charged and tried. How do you fancy the gallows?” “I’m so grateful to see you alive.” “I want to repay you. Will you let me?” “Didn’t I plead with you not to go?” “Have you any idea how much fear I’ve suffered?” “You promised you’d protect me, and still you left me here all alone!” “How do you expect me to trust you now?” “They will run and those same men will die.” “The more men who die, the more those who remain will see that they actually need me.” “I take no pleasure in any man’s hardship or ruin.” “You want to know what a man believes– it’s not what he says, not what he thinks. It’s what he does.” “There’s no life left for me here now.” “Isn’t it beautiful?” “There’s no place for us here anymore. The world’s turned.” “See how you prosper without a woman!” “Nature has made fools of better men than you and I.” “We must decide whose side we’re on.” “What’s that? It’s the sound of no woman about. Isn’t this the life?” “Sound the alarm!” “Not so proud are you now?” “You’ll always be my brother.” “She has me in her grip.”

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stellaluminis.

                 ❝ Maybe  you’re  just very large. ❞

      ‘ and does that make you any taller, warden? ’ 

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stellaluminis.

open

                 ❝ – Was that a  short  joke? ❞

      ‘ no. you are just very small. ’ 

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hclywcrs.

so ragnar had not dreamt of finding him ; and for a moment, uhtred’s eyes lower as though the mere EFFORT of lifting his head is too much. ‘ they can. and they will. as sverri’s whip did. ’ quite gone are the days when he believed nothing could touch him and uhtred visibly FLINCHES at the thought of that first lash breaking skin as he protected halig. dry tongue drags across his chapped lips as if to wet them but it’s pointless and his hands, calloused from the rowing oar gently touch the long grass where he’s sat. he has not lost all compassion. ‘ who were we fighting ?— kjartan ? ’ he asks, just for the chance to hear HIS BROTHER’S VOICE again. 

     ‘ sverri is dead, and in hel. he can’t touch you again. ’ ragnar doesn’t doubt that, when he dies, uhtred will find himself in the hall of the greatest dead. he will see many of his enemies there, but none of them will be that bastard of a slave master.

he wants to touch uhtred, but he looks like he might fall apart if he does. and so ragnar simply smiles, best he can when faced with such a sight. hild has restored him to something of the man he was before, but he still looks half-dead, half-starved, half a ghost. he can’t imagine what it is he’s been through. ‘ yes. and his ugly, coward son, sven. they died like hounds, uhtred. like infants. ’ 

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fanknife.

trust is not something that comes easily nowadays  –  it’s as elusive as safety and comfort since the world went to shit, and so maybe there’s a part of her that doesn’t blame the way the barrel grins down at her. still, her eyes narrow slightly at it, and the twitch of her gaze turns back to him. her knife’s tucked away in the band of her pants  –  she can’t reach it even if she needed to, so now all that’s left is to comply. survive.

           'okay – alright! jesus! could you put the gun down?!’     her hands are still open and held ahead of her, and she doesn’t dare glance away from him, but it’s starting to look more like she needs a quick escape route. (she won’t be a prisoner again, and won’t stay split from her family. i have to find them. i have to go back.)

               ‘it’s just me  –  up the coast. our sanctuary was overrun; got infected.’

he does as she asks, though only because the sentries will take care of her if she attacks. it’s hard to tell what the truth might be these days, and her story sounds like one he’s heard a hundred times over. maybe the thing that makes ragnar crack is that, on the off-chance that she just happens to be some kid, he doesn’t want to be responsible for her death. 

threats are one thing. young girls with nothing left are another.

         ‘ if you do anything stupid, ’ he warns, ‘ or it looks like you’re springing a trap, we’ll kill you. ’ he watches her for a moment, to make sure she understands, and then moves to open the gate. 

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MEMENTO MORI  —  remember you must die. / independent and selective hela, queen of helheim, norse goddess of death. earth-616 and myth based.

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bleedouts.

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        the  sharp  tip  of  rowan’s  longsword  swings  up  to  clip  his  chin,  settling  there  in  threat.  ‘  you  take  five  steps  back.  ‘   being  without  her  cavalry  is  –  odd  –  and  getting  loghain  and  maric  to  work  with  her  has  been  a  struggle  in  itself,  but  she’d  be  damned  if  she  gave  them  away.  didn’t  think  to  find  avvar  all  the  way  over  here.  it’s  easy  to  tell,  by  his  garb.  

ragnar doesn’t move. he tilts his head up, just ever so slightly, in response to the blade beneath his chin, but he’s never taken orders from a lowlander before and he isn’t about to start now. so he stands there, firm and stony, and simply keeps his eyes upon the woman before him. 

      ‘ you’ll put down your sword if you want to keep your hand, ’ he says, calm as anything. he’s moved his own hand away from the hilt of his blade, lest she think he’s going to try something and cut his throat, but there are other members of his clan about. at least if he dies, he’s certain brida will see this lowlander follows soon after. ‘ you’re trespassing. ’ 

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@defenderofthegrove. modern sc.

      ‘ this? it’s nothing. ’ and that is a bit of an understatement, but ragnar’s had worse injuries and he’s sure he’ll be able to shake off his current one. besides, ‘ you look worse than i do. are you okay? ’ 

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let me make my mistakes and like this post for a very short modern thing.

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fanknife.

             ——  she feels like she’s had a gun pointed in her face within the last couple months more times than not. but this time, it’s something she understands; walkers are everywhere, the further up the shore you traipse, and there's risk upon risk that washes up on the beach, just like this. the barrel of a gun holds a promise she doesn’t want to see kept, so her hands splay and raise from her sides, eyes trained on the shooter.

               ‘–  my name’s alicia  –  i’m not going to hurt you – i just  –  i just need somewhere to stay. just – one night.’

he watches her, and he keeps his gun trained on her, and not for one second does ragnar allow himself to trust her. ( a girl is never just a girl anymore. once upon a time, he would’ve wanted to help her, but she’s just one person and there are plenty more to care for inside. ) 

he gestures for her to move closer to the gate, off to the left. all the while, he’s keeping an eye out, trying to see if she’s got anybody with her just waiting to attack the moment he lets his guard down. there are other sentries-- indeed, some of them are here with their guns pointed her way as well-- but ammunition is tight, and it’s better not to get into a fight if they can avoid it. 

       ‘ where did you come from, alicia? how did you find us, all alone? are you sure there isn’t somebody out there with you? ’ 

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        ‘ i nearly shot you. ’ is that meant to be a warning, or is ragnar simply chastising her? it’s hard to tell. either way, he’s still looking ready to use his gun if he really has to. just because a girl isn’t a walker doesn’t mean she isn’t a threat-- and ragnar’s prepared to do what it takes to keep his people safe. ‘ keep your hands up. who are you? ’