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⠀⠀⠀what chatter resounds from the cliff
⠀⠀⠀side, wife, that I leave my ships, the
⠀⠀⠀snakes of the sea? nay, if the 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂
⠀⠀⠀but will it, the deed shall be done
⠀⠀⠀as I have planned it, unflinchingly!
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𝓗is axe rested against the wall, untouched for the first time in days. Ragnar stood barefoot on the grass outside the camp, his hands stained with soil, not blood. He was planting something—oddly gentle, oddly still.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖲𝖤𝖱 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖶𝖨𝖭 ‘𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲’
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖭𝖦. 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳—𝖡𝖮𝖱𝖭 𝖲𝖮𝖭.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖸’𝖲
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖶𝖠𝖳𝖢𝖧.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓨𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖱⠀ OF⠀ 𝓥𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖡𝖤𝖱𝖦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Everything about her is ravishing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And menacing. Those colours
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of hers; that contrast of black
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and white. 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 & 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.
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𝓣he sea churned dark and cold beneath the longship’s prow, its waves licking at the carved dragon’s head like a beast trying to bite back. Ragnar stood at the bow, wind slicing through his braided hair, salt clinging to his skin. His blue eyes were locked on the distant ——
silhouette of foreign land—a land promised to be soft, rich, and undefended.
“Do you feel it?” he asked, not turning as he spoke. “That tightening in your chest? That sharp breath, like you’ve already tasted blood on your tongue? That is what it means to live, to hunt, to ——
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖉estiny had prearranged their path, safeguarding their discovery of the opposite. the gods had brought them together, saving them from the travesty that they lived within and bringing constant glory to accompany them. one meeting had been enough, a series of
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⠀⠀⠀⠀fragments that perfectly sink into place. coarse fingertips pull at grass, lips twisted in thought and those piercing sapphires loaded with contemplation. “it’s a trap.” a mere utterance. just the very idea has his skin boiling, aching with the ire set by saxon’s.
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⠀⠀coarse digits slither through sunlit
⠀⠀blonde tresses moments before a
⠀⠀sleeping ivar is lifted, cradled to
⠀⠀his chest. the edge of rugged lips
⠀⠀bloom with an endearing simper,
⠀⠀piercing hues floating to his wife.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ @raidingfury ࣭ ̗̀ ♱
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⠀⠀uncaring fingers riffle through the
⠀⠀remnants of aslaug’s dinner, a low
⠀⠀hum lasting in his throat as a horn
⠀⠀of ale is lifted. a generous sip fills
⠀⠀his mouth, a welcomed sensation.
⠀⠀piercing orbs remain watching his
⠀⠀wife. "he'll have me for
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⠀⠀lips sweep the edge of her brims, a
⠀⠀purposeful tease as fingers trickle
⠀⠀over a smooth stomach. “i visited
⠀⠀floki.” heavy feet cross the wooden
⠀⠀floors, a youthful ivar soon tucked
⠀⠀between calloused palms and his
⠀⠀visage painted with kisses.
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pandy.xn--6ii/ someone give ragnar interactions 👉🏼👈🏼 maybe even a few ships?