Astrid quería tener a Bjorn Ironside, le fascinaba aquel hombre pero el corazón de Ironside era únicamente de su esposa Elizabeth, desde que poso sus ojos, no habido otra mujer que no sea Liz y ni siquiera no dejó de pesar en liz cuando dejo Kattegat con su madre cuando era un niño..
Elizabeth había derribado las corazas de hierro que había en el corazón de Ironside y lo desarmaba con una caricia o un beso.
Hey! I know this seems random, but I’ve been looking for people to rp vikings and I’m Norse, have you found many people? I would make a blog for a Viking character if I knew there were people out there. Let me know, thanks! - ooc.
@mcu-pep
Hope you don't mind me posting this publicly. I myself am in search of people. I even resurrected @theroleplayingedda (a masterlist of rpers) in hopes of finding people with limited success. But I did find as many active (this year, at least) blogs in my followers and in the tags that I could. So I figured I'd put this here in case others were having trouble too.
Really hope you guys do not mind me tagging you like this... If not, lemme know and I'll remove you. :)
@nykrose Nyk, the Näcken.
@valkxrie Brunnhilde, the Valkyrie
@varldsormr Jormungandr, the world serpent
@eddapoetic Havar, a fun fusion of many trickster deities
@starwrittenfates Sigyn, too many monikers. IDK, man.
@astridnorddottir Astrid, a valkyrie
@wildserkr Victor Halvorsen, a berserkr
@gulldrengur Baldr
@brknmnds Ivar, Sigurd and Hvitserk of Vikings as well as Angrboða and Jörmungandr
@arcanigenum Loke and Ull, the gods
@yggdrasilushxrt Dvalinn, one of the four deer of Yggdrasil
@savstaroth Thor, the god and a couple of OCs that might fit the descriptor idk like Ida Fjalarsdóttir, a witch
@mistressesandmastersofmythos Odin, Hel and Freyja, gods
@cryptiique Angrboda, Atreus (loki), Heimdall and Freyr (Of God of War canon sorta)
@storiedhistories SO many God of War muses.
@tessastormrp Baldr, Freyr, Harald Finehair, Loki, Tyr, Ubbe (GETS HIS VERY OWN TRIGGER WARNING!) Ragnarson and Sihtric of TLK
@all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone So many Vikings and Vikings: Valhalla and The Last Kingdom muses!
@entangledmuses Lagertha, Anma and Katia of Vikings. Eadith from TLK and lots of ocs with Viking and TLK verses!
@eclipsecrowned Fenrir, Freyja, Hel (Listen. LISTEN, Kadian's Hel is the BEST Hel. I DO make the rules), Hnoss, Laufey, Odin, Sigyn and Utgard-Loki
there needs to be a study into how the vikings franchise keeps utilizing homoerotism in its key lead dynamics and then pulls out the “nah nevermind here’s an undeveloped opposite sex romantic arc that wont matter bc they’ll get killed off anyways soon but we had to keep things from getting too gay”
ragnar/aethelstan, lagertha/astrid, ivar/heahmund, now harald/leif
“York is envied by the Vikings and during the battle, Ivar sees a Saxon girl fight with one of his warriors. The protagonist has a brother with the same disease as Ivar.”
The next morning, Ligeia was empty of any kind of emotions and feelings. Her dark circles, speaking for her. Ivar has thought about her words, all night, depriving him of sleep. Ligeia’s stomach hurt. The thought to kill more people made her sick. Feeling nauseous, she didn’t eat when she wakes up. She is also very quiet. Ivar announced to his army to get prepared, that it was time. At the announcement, her shoulders are sagging. Why is he so damned stubborn?! Secretly, she has always thought that he was smart, but right now, he was stupid. All this is for something that happened in the past. Something that technically Lagertha has the right to do. Also, Aslaug wasn’t a saint, her attention was clear because she is a volva. And has a mother, she wasn’t great either. That’s good that she takes care of Ivar, but not at the expense of the other boys.
Ligeia was putting on her armor with a heavy heart, deadly silent. Apollo watches her quietly but terrified inside. He realized that if something happened to her if she… dies on the battlefield today… he pushed away his negative thoughts. Rosalia was playing with her chessboard. “Ligeia?” Someone called her behind the curtain. “You can come in.” She answers. Harald appeared ready to battle. “Are you ready?” He questioned. “I am.”
No, she is not. She gives a last glance at her brother and sister and leaves. The lump in her throat intensified with every step she takes. She arrived next to Ivar’s chariot, not even looking at him once. Harald and Hvitserk updated her on the plan when a scream gets their attention. She looked behind her and saw Rosalia running in her direction. Apollo is struggling to follow her, calling her name. “Lili!” She cries. Ligeia knelt down and reception her baby sister jumping into her arms. “Lili, where are you going? Pollo said, that you are leaving.” She said, grabbing with her little hand the collar of her clothing. “I have to go somewhere…” she starts trying to find the best words. “With Ivar, for protecting you.” She continues looking at Ivar for the first time this day.
“I think you are big enough to know that, I probably not coming back.” Ligeia has her heart in her throat and clears it out. The big blue eyes of her little princess, full of tears, break her heart. Because she knows what “not coming back” means. “Are you going to see Mom and Dad?” Tears falling down her rosy cheeks, Ligeia swipes them off with her thumbs. “Maybe. But I will try my best to come back to you. To both of you.” She stated, looking at Apollo who was behind Rosalia. “I love you so much, you are my everything.” She takes Rosalia in a tight hug, then she kissed her all over her face, and did the same for Apollo. “Promise me to be strong for both of you if I don’t come back.” She begged in Apollo��s ear during the hug. “You are coming back.” He said. “I need to hear you! Please, promise me!” She was now holding his face in her hands. “I promise to be strong and take care of both of us.” She sighs in relief, closing her eyes, a solitary tear falling down, she kissed him on the forehead, stands, dries her tear away.
When putting some distance between them, she can still hear Rosalia cry, cracking her heart even more. Men moving, she pushes herself through the crowd. Ivar gives a glance in Apollo and Rosalia’s direction and met Apollo’s eyes. A strange feeling in his chest, guilt. Ivar gives the signal and the army walks to their battlefield. Astrid glances at Ligeia from time to time, more concerned than usual about her quiet behavior. She looks tense. All the warriors are in place, Harald, Astrid, Heahmund, and Ligeia make their way into the first line.
Heahmund speaks up in old Saxon “I can’t wait!” He said, with adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Why, does that beautiful sword of yours thirst for blood?” Asks Ivar in the bishop’s language. Heahmund takes his sword out and touches the blade tenderly. “Perhaps my God intended it to slake its thirst upon pagan blood… that’s why I’m here; to do the Lord’s bidding.” “And mine, bishop Heahmund. And mine.” Ivar makes sure that he remembers that he is also following his orders. Ligeia rolled her eyes, to the bishops rambling. Looking straight to the horizon and cross Bjorn's eyes. Through her eyes, she speaks to him, and he understands.
Harald turns to Ivar. “What do you think?” Asks the tattooed man. “I have a feeling that Bjorn is playing a game.” Stated Ivar was suspicious. “What kind of game?” Wants to know King Harald. “Well, what if he is keeping a lot of his army in reserve? What if this battle is just a feint? What if his real plan is to outflank us and drive on and try to destroy our boats?” The possibility of being defeated bloomed in Harald’s mind, so at the moment in decided to trust the young Viking. “What should we do?” He demands. “I'll pull back a third of our army to protect our ships. It is a risk. But it would be far worse to lose our entire fleet.” Harald sighs deeply, looking at Astrid. “So, I think we should send Hvitserk with some men into the woods over there, and try and outflank them, dividing Bjorn's forces.” Proposed Ivar. “I agree. If you take Astrid back with you. I don't want her to die.” Added Harald, taking Astrid by surprise. “No.” Objected Astrid. “Yes.” “I am fighting!” “Not today.” Insists Harald. “Astrid, go with Ivar.” Recommend Ligeia calmly. “I want to fight by your side!” Protest Astrid. “We will have another occasion for that.” Promised Ligeia, smiling at her friend. Two men grab Astrid and put her on Ivar’s chariot. “Ha!”
The chariot move away and Ligeia follows it with her eyes and Astrid looked behind her shoulder. Ligeia slightly lowers her head, telling her that it will be fine. She was left with the King and the bishop. Getting her sword out, holding her shield in the other, she starts to think what the hell she was doing here?! The opposing side launched the attack. Then Harald followed. The first wave with Bishop Heahmund. Ligeia was going to follow him, but Harald stops her with his sword, so she steps back. Watching the battle unfold in front of her eyes, she has a bad feeling. Something was wrong and they were going to fail. The second wave. The fight was fierce, men and women fighting with rage, not scared to die. In the third wave, Harald and she enter the arena.
She fights with strength, blood all over her face and hands. Her breathing was chaotic, screams of warrior and pain, ringing in her head. Her tight hurt. Everything went in slow motion. She looks around her, terrified and sad to see all this life taken. The movement on her right brings her back to reality. She didn’t hesitate and sank her sword in the body in front of her. Lagertha and her troop ran to them. Bjorn and his soldier coming front. They are surrounded. Harald seeing this doesn’t hesitate. “Blow the horns! Summon Ivar !” The poor man blows the horn twice before being killed. Ligeia starts to feel exhausted and overwhelmed, and scared. She was fighting with the blond woman she has seen on the hill. She was stronger than her, much stronger, she avoids the attacks with difficulty. Her shield was broken, only her sword was left. She stumbles back, knowing that it was the end. “Retreat! Retreat!” Screams Harald leaving the battlefield.
The blond woman raised her arm in the air and prepared to shoot her with her blade. “Torvi, no!” The blond woman froze and looked behind her. “Don’t kill her!” Scream Lagertha. Ligeia looks at Lagertha confused. “Go.” She tells her with a movement of the head. Ligeia slowly steps back and takes the same direction, has the others retreating. Ivar was waiting for them, with Astrid. Harald arrived at him. Ivar looked at the soldier remaining. “Where’s Heahmund?” He asks. “Your Christian’s dead. Come.” He said frustrated. “Where’s Ligeia?” Asks Astrid not to see her friend. “I don’t know, probably dead too.” He said. “No, she can’t be! I gotta find her!” She stated, going in the direction of the battlefield, but Harald stops her. “If she is alive, she will come back to the settlement.” “But…” she tries to insist but Harald cuts her off. “No but. Let’s go.”
The night sets in, with no sign of Ligeia. Ivar was worried, he didn’t know what to say to Apollo and Rosalia. He was biting his fingers, mind working. Is she dead? Is she alive? Where is she? All those questions turned in a loop in his head. Ligeia was exhausted. Walking slowly, with her injured leg. Her eyes were blank. “Someone’s coming!” Scream one man, making Ivar lookup. “It’s the Christian woman!” He straightens up, grabs his crutch, and gets closer. He can see men making way, and she appeared. Limping, holding her leg to help her walk. “Ligeia!” Scream Apollo, but Ligeia doesn’t react and keeps walking passing next to him.
Apollo follows her with his eyes. He never sees his big sister like this. She looked so… scared. She was like in another world, not even blinking. Ivar swallowed with difficulty, he feels terrible but also relieved to see her alive. The night set in, Ivar decides to go to his tent, tired of this major defeat. He takes off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the area. When he turns around, he straightens quickly surprised to see Ligeia is standing at the entrance. Her hair untied, in her nightgown, and a shawl on her shoulders, covering her upper body. She looks so small like this, he thinks. Why was she in his tent? That was the real question.
She slowly gets closer and without letting him analyze the situation, slaps him real hard, making him turn his head to the side.
“You left me for dead.” She said with all the hatred she got. “You left me there to die!” Her voice goes up in volume. She pushes him on his chest, making him stumble a little to his surprise. “I thought I’d never see my brother and sister again!” She pushes a second time with all her strength, tears rolling down her face. “Men’s life wasted because of your selfishness!” A third time, and he fell on his bed. She puts herself above him and tries to hit him. She succeeds in giving a second slap but then he finally goes out of his lethargy and tries to stop her. “Enough!” He growls in a deep and warning tone. “I fucking hate you!” She cursed. He ends up locking her arms behind her back.
Him sitting, her on his lap, their faces close. Her hair was messy, and her nightgown has slightly dropped on one shoulder. “I am sorry.” He whispered. Ligeia Brest going up and down because of her breathing. “I am sorry, I should’ve not let you come with us.” He confessed. They just looked at each other. Ivar gazes slide to her lips and when he met her eyes, the atmosphere change. The tension was so thick that it can be seen by the eyes. Ligeia felt the atmosphere changing, and in Ivar’s eyes. There was something that she has never seen, something powerful. Their faces were inches away from each other.
Ivar’s grip loosened on her wrist, and without warning crashes his lips on hers. Surprisingly, she responded with fervor. Her hands now free, she supped his face, getting closer. His arms surrounded her waist, hands resting her other back. He made his hands travel her back, waist, ass, and thighs. He slides them under the tissue and squeezes the flesh, making her whimper. Something in his body was shaken, of the sound she just did. The kiss was angry, frustrated and a fight for dominance. Realizing what is happening, Ligeia’s eyes shot open and she pushed him away and get as far away as possible from his body. He falls on his back and didn’t move.
“Stop this nonsense! This war is stupid and I am sure in your heart you know it.” She said putting her finger in his direction. “You can live with your family, but you are willing to destroy it for something that even isn’t your concern. Be a man and take the right decision for goodness sake!” Then, she stormed out of the tent. What in the Hell has just happened? She shakes her shoulders and puts on her straight face and goes back to her tent. They both didn’t find sleep that night, too distraught about the feelings they felt during the kiss. Ligeia was feeling ashamed, to let him touch her like this, but at the same time, she liked it.