#we know they weren't around for h2o

[murdockhawkeye]

was it ever actually explained how the '50s generation found out about the fifty years moon? 'cause it doesn't really sound like the kind of thing you can guess based off of planetary alignments

gracie could've turned into a goldfish for all she knew

[hip1991]

002 : Blue House

"So, I was called by this woman, A-Ananiel was?" Lucifer nods at the reply and confusion of the kid. "She told me that she could pay me a lot of money for looking after you!" He takes out some of the money that Ananiel gave to him and shows it to Lucifer, it was at least 100000 pesos.

Lucifer grunts, annoyed by this ordeal and change of events. "Now when I think that shit couldn't get worse" She saves her gun in the holster and firmly grabs the kid shoulder. "You come with me!"

"W-what!?, w-why!?" Joel jumps refusing to accept Lucifer threat. "Because you were the one who started it little fuck!, now you owe me this!" She squeeze's the kid shoulder harder. "B-but i didn't knew that that woman was going to kill you!, I have nothing to do with y-you!".

"You --weren't-- before being paid by that bitch!" She shouts still holding the kid shoulder. "Do everything I said and I may not kill you!" Lucifer lets the kid shoulder go and starts to re-think about everything, Joel is still stunned by the events that unfolded and the attitude Lucifer has taken towards him. "Now, if I leave this place Ananiel may come for me, however she took advantage by the fact that no one is on sight" she mentally says, Lucifer then takes the kid left and right arm looking for a watch. "Damn, you don't have a watch with you?". The kid shrugs. "No, I don't have any money for one, but I could tell the time by looking at the shadows!".

Joel points out at the shadow made by Lucifer; he stares to it for some seconds. "It's around 12 and 1 PM" Lucifer raises an eyebrow, a bit skeptical by the kid prediction. "I'm telling the truth! the closer you get to the equator the easiest is to see the hour!" The kid once again points out at the shadows. "When the shadows casted by you and I become closer to our feet-" Lucifer looks her feet and see how the shadow is closer. "It means we are midday!". Lucifer jaw drops, and quickly starts to analyse everything.

"So, it's already 12, and El ruso hasn't appeared, this means that I was either fooled or he has been spotted by DP. But right now, my main objective is to deal with her. Think Lucifer, think" She starts to scratch her head, planning for a way to get out of the court. "Her ability seems to work with the moist of the climate, however" Lucifer looks around, she looks up trying to see if there are clouds, but the sky was clear as always. "She doesn't seem to be using it..." Lucifer turns her attention towards the court, seeing the whole scenery that surround her. "And she isn't around right now; this means that she was probably using her own water".

For those who don't know most of the human body has water inside of it, and by water it could be any type of fluid that has H2O, like saliva and blood; like Lucifer, Ananiel's Manitou could manipulate water, however while Lucifer is only for healing Ananiel only works for transporting herself between places.

"If she's bleeding right now... she must be trying to heal herself!" Lucifer grabs Joel arm, tightly she comes face to face with the kid. "Kid! do you know where you met this woman!?" Joel nods. "Y-yeah! it wasn't far from here!" Joel points outside the basketball court, north from their current position. "Around three to five squares from here!".

"Alright then, you guide me" He grabs the kid arm and drags him out of the court into the streets, they walk down in a speedy pace, with Lucifer holding Joel arm tightly; he's obviously very scared by what could happen and how he got involved in here. So, in order to calm the tense air, he decides to speak a bit with her.

"S-so... You're truly the devil?" Lucifer raises and eyebrow while keeping the footwork. "No... I think..."

"Y-you think!?" Joel reacts stunned by her answer. "Yeah, I do" Lucifer tries to shrug it under the rug. "W-why!?" he tries to get the much as possible from Lucifer. She sighs and seeing hat she doesn't had any other option decides to finally tell everything to Joel.

"I'm a fallen angel, I come from an organization that uses codenames, mine before falling was Metatron. Pleased?" Joel keeps himself quiet for some minutes, he couldn't believe the fact that aside from, paras, guerrilla and Narcos there were another group of people behind society doing things. And using codenames and weird abilities. "Why did that woman transport between clouds!?, it's she a witch? are you a witch too!?"

"No, it was an angel, and her ability was a Manitou" Joel a bit confused looks back at Lucifer trying to find a more concise answer. "It's hard to explain but is basically magic that comes from your soul". Lucifer expects this answer to finally kept the child silent.

Now, what is a Manitou? as stated in the introduction, Manitou's are the equivalent of someone soul inside the The Euclidean Dimension, a place that exist above reality, they can manifest in every way possible, as creatures, as abilities or as person themselves. Everyone has one however there's a 0.00005% of probability of unlocking it, you could raise that by having a link with someone who has a Manitou by 25%. For example, if your mother, father, brother, son or any blood related person to you has a Manitou you have a 25% of having one; however, if you want to unlocked it you must experience what is known as a Near Death Experience, an NDE could be anything from surviving a car crash to suffering the death of someone you love; every single event that left a scar in the human psyche could trigger a Manitou. Ananiel, the angel that is attacking Lucifer was trained by the DP.

Most of the angels are orphans, Ananiel was one of them, born in the streets of Medellin she was born from in a bathtub she was originally going to be aborted by her mother as she was a sexual worker and couldn't be properly handling her, thankfully the DP sends some agents in the poorest parts of the country as they want people who come from nothing. Ananiel mother was convinced by a DP agent into selling her, she awoke her Manitou by the age of 15 after being sent to the jungle and with her group being used as a way to clean it from paras, sadly she was the only survivor and thanks to this she unlocked her Manitou, "The Police".

The Police allows Ananiel to become clouds of water with the H2O hidden in her body, one of the downsides of this Manitou is that she must have a lot of water inside her, she can't use the moist of the place because it would make the particles of her body to be dispersed in the atmosphere, she is capable of moving through the air as little clouds keeping her body constitution. Like Lucifer she could easily be healed by her Manitou thanks to water she must drink.

Now, coming back to our unlikely couple. Lucifer and Joel keep running through the streets, and finally arrive at the place where Ananiel recruited Joel, it's an empty street with badly designed houses as the neighborhood is one of the poorest in Bogota, the street was empty and no one was on sight, some cars were parked nearby and the houses appeared to be empty. Lucifer started to look around, into the second floors of the most of the houses, the windows were empty, but. In a blue house of two floors a shadow could be spotted it was a woman, it was Ananiel.

Lucifer tightly grabs Joel shoulder. "I'm going to kill this bitch, stay here" she whispers, Joel nods and decides to stay behind. Lucifer quickly breaks the blue house door window and opens it from the inside, she enters the house with her gun closely pointing and scanning the area. As she goes upstairs the door of the house quickly closes; she turns around to see but at she does this Ananiel quickly appears once again and stabs her in the back.

"BITCH!" She shouts in pain. Falling from the stairs into the first floor, Ananiel chuckles. "I still don't get why you were the second in charge!" She says with a smirk on her face. "You're the stupidest person I have ever met!".

While bleeding Lucifer quickly sees how many bullets she has left. "Only 4..." She sees around and sees that Ananiel has dissolved once again. "And she's waiting for my next move."

Lucifer quickly and brusquely gets up from her place and runs through the kitchen searching for water, Ananiel realizes this and reappears behind her, thankfully Lucifer manages to avoid another attack and safely arrives at the kitchen, she closes the door and the windows tightly in order to avoid Ananiel transporting with her clouds, she also makes sure that not a single hole of air could be uncovered by Ananiel. After that she runs towards the sink and drinks some tap water, although isn't the cleanest (as some parts of Bogota hasn't clean water) she still drinks it since it doesn't matter as long as she can heal herself.

"Now, I have to think of another fucking way" she says. "I only have 4 bullets left" As Lucifer looks around the kitchen an idea came to mind, she moves the kitchen around and methodically disconnects the gas line, she also starts to look around for a lighter in the kitchen, she finds one and its gasoline based meaning she doesn't have to turn it on right now to see if it works. She covers the pipe with one piece of paper so she couldn't die for intoxication.

"Now, when that bitch comes... I shall turn the lighter and pipe on and ta-da! she will be burned alive!" Lucifer decides to open the door and sees if she's around, she doesn't see anything. "That means I win..." She whispers.

Ananiel reappears behind her, this time close to the sink, Lucifer sees this and quickly starts to shot at her. Ananiel tries to avoid her and is moved towards the gas line. "What the-" Ananiel says still in her cloud form. Lucifer laughs and shoots at the line with her last bullet, the bullet lands on it and starts to burst out fire, the fire quickly gets towards Ananiel and starts to burn her. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She screams, quickly trying to go back to her original form but is pointless, the fire still go rampant in her body. Lucifer closes the kitchen door after escaping it, the screams of Ananiel could be heard through the entire street as she is burned down. Compared to Lucifer the fire could easily catch her because of the moist clouds that her body could become started to fused with the gas that the room was filled in. Lucifer puts some of the house furniture facing the kitchen door in order to block it so Ananiel couldn't escape, she opens the door to the street and sees Joel, he's sitting down in the pavement counting his flowers. "Let's get the hell out of here".

"W-what?" Joel jumps from his place. "You have dealt with the woman! I don't have anything else to do with you!" And it's true, he has his money and has nothing more to do. "Well, someone is probably calling the police right now, and if you stay here, you could be a suspect" Joel frowns slightly at the news. "And?". Lucifer sighs. "You have a name, you have a family, you are someone; I'm nothing; and compared to me you have something to lose, don't you?" Joel looks down to the floor, somehow sadden by Lucifer phrase. "N-no".

She catches the way the kid tells this and decides to extend her hand towards him, in a sign of solidarity (despite their bad first impression). "Still, come with me; you're already involved in this crazy thing" Joel gives a tiny smile and grabs the woman hand. "Thank you"

To be continued->

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Same anon as before (at this point I'm not H2O only anymore right?):

Everything about Fae Jazz is great. If you're taking suggestions for other names, I was thinking more along the lines of clever reference (because like... "bearbert" is a pun and I know you were going for something along those lines but Higgs isn't exactly a pun? And yes she's prone to naming things badly but this is someone she's actually trying to do someone nice to, not someone considered an enemy like Crate Creep lol). May I suggest Elsie, Frances, Doyle, or a combination of all 3? (In case you missed the reference, the Cottingley Fairies were very famous in photography history! I learned about it in college because I'm a nerd :3 still one of my favorite random things I've learned about. I get the feeling Jazz might know about it because the Fentons could have done research into other mythological creatures while on the hunt for ghosts or to prove they were ghosts not mythological creatures? I feel like it could have been one of those things baby Jazz would've been interested in--even weirdly mature smart little girls like horses and fairies and stuff y'know?)

Oh speaking about college, if this is later in the main trio's adventures (ie. Danny is king and etc. and everything else seems to have already happened) since I've been imagining most of this stuff pretty much post series/Danny and co are in Junior year, that means Jazz is in college by now and it's more reason for her to have gotten sucked into her own adventures and picking up her own supernatural responsibilities outside of the main group. (I mean, where else is she gonna meet fairies? Kinda doubt they'd hang around Amity Park!) Like how Tucker and Sam have their own supernatural responsibilities that Danny tends not to get involved in unless they really need it (whether they get in over their heads or they ask for it), Jazz's own supernaturalness gets separated from the ghostliness of "normal life" in Amity park that way, and like the others Danny only really helps out if needed and requested (because... let's face it, he's clever but not that clever, he'd probably get his name stolen if it weren't for Jazz's interference...)

Also dang please imagine Jazz starting to apply Fae rules to just about everything she does to not only get used to it but also because they apply to her now too? Like not entering a house without being invited, etc. (On the Darker side of things, maybe she technically owns her friends' names so that other fae can't steal them? I don't know much fae lore though so idk how that'd work, I just think it'd be an interesting thing for Jazz to have/know/do.)

love it, higgs is now doyle. and while i feel the fenton parents were always obsessed with ghosts specifically and would actually ironically write off other paranormal creatures on principal. because science. ectoplasm and ghosts are provable with shoddy science. and they're in a different dimension, that's why no one sees or believes in them. but monsters? living in the same world as us? just in hidden societies? now lets not be silly.

jazz on the other hand, rebelling as a kid, and firmly parking her camp in fairies and not ghosts. stubbornly maintaining that they're real. having little wire and fabric fairy wings that she would wear all the time. having books and figurines that she still loves but keeps in storage since she became a 'grown up'. love it. doyle sees a picture of jazz wearing fake wings and is so offended.

as for this being an exclusively collage adventure i am down for it. i can imagine her ivy league school, which we can fudge the details on since it's a fantasy world, is like a collage town surrounded for miles by dense forests and there's all sorts of stories about people going missing in those woods or seeing weird thing. jazz mainly blames drinking and considers herself too mature for that. but then of course while walking home from the library someone calls for help from the forest and she goes, getting led deeper and deeper into the trees until she gets a clue into what happening and maybe almost shoots the mysterious person who appears to help her with an ecto-weapon. they of course are doyle and jazz is both weird and clever enough to talk circles around them. she of course immediately recognize that mysterious people appearing deep in the forest when you're lost should not be blindly trusted. between being a psychologist, having experience with ghosts, and being polite enough not to be rude, jazz is unlike anyone doyle has ever met before.

i'm also imagining jazz bringing doyle home when she visits home and everything clicking into place for them when they see the family this girl came from and the terrifying amount of ghost activity going on. are fairies and ghosts rivals? there's potential for that. do they at very least normally stay out of each others affairs? for sure. i just like the idea of doyle having a 'oh no. oh shit. oh shit. i need to get of here' moment when they realize that they're in over their head and had completely misread and underestimated jazz as a human. she is so much more chaotic than they ever knew just looking at her and her school life. and that's not to mention the creature her brother is. because he's not even technically ghost. like i can't imagine other magical creatures reactions to danny being a halfa. if we're going with mythology being half dead and alive is considered dark as hell so he's probably scary to other creatures and developing a reputation when he helps his friend.

jazz takes to be a fairy way too well in all honesty. she was weirdly mentally prepared for this day. not intentionally of course but between having her fairy phase and frequent exposure to weird and crazy things... lets say her morals were already a bit skewed and she was prepared for fae rules. applying them in general life is a vibe though. most of them she already considered just polite or her things she could pass as being weird. but it's becoming a thing. i actually see her accidentally being really good at stealing names. like she's not doing it intentionally but she keeps getting more powerful the more names she has. doyle is both frustrated and impressed. i don't see jazz taking her friends names if she can help it, in part because she already knows them and doesn't need reintroduction, but also because having someone's name is mostly about having power over people. like names are powerful. the whole point of giving your name away being considered is dangerous, is that the fairy will use your name to control you. so jazz definitely isn't taking names intentionally. and even when she does take a name doesn't use it.

some other fairy lore things to play with. jazz having an allergy to iron and by extension steel. jazz being much more protective of nature. sam low key being annoyed that jazz got better with plants than her, but also 100% ready to use that to her own ends. jazz being able to travel to the faery world through fairy ring portals. jazz getting sharp teeth. jazz developing a thing for counting. the fairy world being split into courts and having a whole lore and internal logic that is human logic. wordplay and music suddenly becoming really important in jazz's life. - Hestia

[literary-spirit]

Chapter 2

Bjorn stared at Bonnie as if a second head had sprouted from her neck. "So what are you implying? That the world is not flat but-,"

"Round!" Her head bobbed in a rapid series of nods. "Yes."

He watched her for a moment longer before snorting, "Impossible...ridiculous even! Surely if I were to sail too far in either direction my ship would eventually fall into oblivion."

"No, you'd just end back up in the same place you-,"

"Land!" A gruff voice growled from the head the ship.

Torn from their back and forth, she looked up and her chin almost smacked the floor of the ship. The sight of Kattegat snatched her breath and knotted her tongue. Television didn't do Ragnar's kingdom any favors compared to what the naked eye perceived in person.

"What you're feeling now is the same feelings I have each time I return. Bonnie," Bjorn whispered next to her ear, before his rough palms closed around her hands. "Swear your allegiance to me. Remain always at my side and I vow to protect you for as long as we both remain on Midgard."

Confusion wrinkled her brows. What the hell had she done to provoke such and oath from one of history's greatest names? "Why offer me this? You hardly know me."

"Because the same emotions I feel when I return to Kattegat is the same sentiment I felt when I looked upon you for the first time," he gave her hands a squeeze, "Something within speaks to me."

"Wha-," her voice went hoarse in the presence of a throat so dry she doubted even high quality h2o could quench her thirst. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed and tried again. "What does it say?"

A smile caressed his mouth as he lifted her hands to press a kiss to the back of them, "To hold you dear. For you're to be treasured."

"Bjorn-,"

"Will you bequeath me your vow, Mystical One?" He demanded as he imprisoned her in his electric stare.

Unable to do anything but give into the iconic Viking who was destined to carve his name across time, she nodded once. "Yes, Bjorn Ironside. You have my allegiance. My sworn word that I will never stand across from you on a battlefield and if left up to me, I vow to remain by your side for as long as we both shall live."

The words were out her mouth before they had a chance to tap dance across her mind. What the hell? Why the hell would she promise such a thing? She had to find Klaus! There was no time for her to become just another name on Bjorn Ironside's hitlist.

"Good, this pleases me," He laughed and released her hands to clap his. "Now we must seal our sacred vow." The laughter faded from his features as his facial muscles stiffened into a mask of sincerity.

Her breathing slowed while she prepared for the fuckery sure to follow. "How? Please don't say by blood."

"No, this way is the right of it," he whispered as he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face. Slowly, he leaned down to allow his lips to graze hers. Before it fully registered what jumped off he pulled away. "Now it is done."

"Okay, so now that's out of the way," she cut her gaze to the shore as she attempted to even her breathing and calm the flipping in her stomach. "How do you plan to explain me to your wife and the rest of your family?"

Bjorn's face scrunched. "How-," she halted his question with an unflinching gaze. The smirk on her lips hinted at all-knowing. He inclined his head as a concession of sorts, "Allow me to worry over my family. I have given you my sworn oath. There is no other in Midgard who can compel me to break my vow to you."

"Alright, my protector," she glanced over the multitude of people who at present packed the harbor, "I believe you."

Bjorn helped her off the ship onto the dock. When he turned two children raced into his arms followed by a petite woman with crinkled flaxen hair. Torvi. After the kids had released him, she threw herself in his arms and kissed him so hard she damn near sucked his whole head in her mouth. Moments later he untangled himself from her hold.

"How fare your travels, husband? Did the gods smile favorably upon you, was greatness achieved?" Torvi questioned as her gaze drifted to Bonnie and lingered.

"My travels have fared better than even I anticipated. For the gods have bestowed upon me the most wondrous of gifts," Bjorn turned to cast a wide smile at her and an extended hand. Accepting the outstretched palm, she allowed him to pull her to his side, "This is Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls and she is under my protection."

"Is she a slave then, Bjorn?" The oldest of the two boys questioned.

"No, Guthrum," Bjorn kneeled before the child to stare him in the eyes, "She is to be a most sacred friend to our family and that is how we shall all regard her."

"But she is dressed as a slave," Guthrum insisted, waving a hand at the burlap sack dress she wore.

Bjorn tsked. "Guthrum, it is not the garments that are donned which confirms the value of one's worthiness. However, worry not. For she shall be cloaked in the finest hides, silks, and furs befitting her station soon enough."

Raw pain etched its way across Torvi's face. "So you have taken a mistress?"

"I'm not his mistress, nor will I ever be," Bjorn head snapped around to peer up at Bonnie and she gave him a look that carried the weight of her words, before her gaze swung back to meet Torvi's flared stare, "on that you have my word."

"She speaks our language," She said, her words ringing more as a statement than a question, "Fluently, it would seem. Did you teach her?"

This gave Bonnie pause. Weren't they all speaking English? There wasn't an ice-water day in hell she spoke old Norse fluently. Not even with Super Head's tongue.

"Bjorn!"

Two tall lean muscled boys just beyond the dawn of manhood with eyes as transfixing as Bjorn's, cut through the crowded dock. Without any need for introductions, she knew who they were before hello crossed either one of their lips, Ubbe and Hvitserk. One after the other, they gathered Bjorn in a spine crushing hug. Each brother concluded their embrace with a pound to the back.

"How went your raid, brother?" Ubbe asked. A longing flicker which couldn't be mistaken for anything other than wanderlust sparked his unblinking azure stare, "Was the plunder worthy of the voyage?"

Hvitserk laughed and his consideration wandered from them to her. His iridescent sapphire blue irises almost leapt from their sockets. "How far south did you raid, brother?" He questioned, while running his gaze up then down her and back again.

Curious, Ubbe tracked his brother's stupefied stare back to her. When his gaze crashed landed on her, he stepped around Bjorn to invade her personal space. Once he towered over her, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her cheek. He then lifted the digit to his face for inspection.

"I assure you, it doesn't rub off," Bonnie said, before reaching up to do the same to him. When she inspected her thumb, she frowned down at the dirt on the pad of her finger. "But I see that yours does." She lifted her finger for him to see.

Ubbe's scrutiny snapped back to her face and doubled in its intensity.

"Where will you be placing her to serve, Bjorn?" He demanded

"She's not a thrall," Guthrum corrected, "she's a sacred friend to the family."

"What?!" Ubbe and Hvitserk questioned in unison.

"Guthrum speaks the truth," Bjorn cosigned, while inserting himself between them in order to address Ubbe and Hvitserk face to face, "Bonnie is a free woman and has my sworn vow of protection. Fear not, however," He pointedly glanced back at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed slave girl who pleaded to have her thrown in the sea to please the gods. She in turn cast her gaze downward and feigned modesty. "I have secured a wealth of suitable thralls to add to the great hall, stables, and trading block." Ubbe and Hvitserk exchanged smirks. "Now come, let us make our way back to the keep. I'm in need of a meal and rest."

****

Bonnie glanced the one room shack. Like on television there wasn't much to the small space. There was hardly any room for Bjorn and his family. Where in the hell did he expect her to sleep? Her gaze moved to the only bed in the home. A pair of hands grasped her shoulders.

"My uncle Rollo has a keep only a few paces from here. My plans are to restore it so you may reside there," Bjorn whispered next to her ear, answering her unasked question as if he had real time Shade Room updates to her thoughts. "It should be complete before we sail for the Mediterranean."

A smile trembled across her lips. "You want me at your side when you sail for the Mediterranean?"

"Of course," Bjorn crowded her into a corner and lowered his voice, "There is a great truth I am with haste coming to realize."

"And that is?" She questioned, while noticing Torvi side-eying the hell out of them.

"There is not a moment when I do not long to have you at my side," he answered.

"And when did you have time to come to this conclusion in the three days of knowing me?" Bonnie scoffed. "Bjorn, I have yet to leave your side so how can you long for something you never had to miss." She inhaled and dropped her head to exhale. She needed a moment to mentally check herself. The angst gnawing at her chest had nothing to do with Bjorn and everything to do with the 21st century Viking she may or may not have left behind. "Look, this isn't what you think it is, trust me." She placed a hand on his chest. "You're just in the throes of a fleeting infatuation."

"You doubt my words?" He demanded stepping impossibly closer. The press of his hard body, pounding of his heart, and the unyielding steel hanging midway down his thigh spoke major fuckery about his earnestness.

"Never, I'm just skeptical about the longevity of their sincerity," she admitted, "Especially, when physical consummation isn't forthcoming. I meant what I said, Bjorn Lothbrok! I refuse to be your mistress. I won't do that to Torvi."

A knock sounded on the door, cutting off anything further he had to say. Torvi rushed over to answer it. Soon after in walked Sigurd. Aggravation provoked the muscle in Bjorn's jaw to twitch but despite his irritation he turned to greet his brother.

In three strides he crossed the room and embraced Bjorn. Sigurd eyed her over Bjorn's shoulder. "By the gods Hvitserk did speak the truth. You are in possession of a maiden who is cloaked in twilight even in the sunlight. Is she that pigmentation all over, brother?"

"I can assure you, young Sigurd, Ironside wouldn't be able to tell you one way or the other," Bonnie snapped.

Sigurd scoffed. "Young Sigurd? The brazenness of you! I'll wager you've yet to greet your sixteenth summer! You barely have the look of a girl who's one and five."

She tossed her head back and laughed at his flattery which bordered on absurdity. "You're sweet, but I haven't seen sixteen in eleven summers."

"Impossible," Sigurd spat as if he were on the verge of calling her a damn lie.

"Well you know what they say about black," She shrugged as she glanced down. Guthrum and Hali appeared to be hanging onto every syllable of her words. Introducing a set of stereotypes to a race of people who'd yet to form an opinion about her race of people wouldn't be a good look.

"No, what do they say," Sigurd demanded.

Her gaze rose to meet his. "They say nothing, and why're you so pressed to know my age anyway, Viking? Don't you know it's bad form to question a woman about the amount of summers she's seen?"

Torvi released a cough that sounded suspiciously like a chortle.

Bjorn leveled them with a not here for it expression before returning his attention back to Sigurd. "Why are you here, Sigurd?"

"My mother has prepared a great feast in your honor. She requests you bring your family and your..." his gaze moved over Bonnie as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, "charge for an eve of merriment." He stepped around Bjorn to loom over her, "Name yourself."

"She is Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls," Guthrum answered.

Bjorn turned Sigurd towards the door. "Inform your mother that my family, charge, and I shall attend. Now seek out your leave so we may be rested for whatever Aslaug has planned."