#queenofkategat

[kristnirpresti]

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Finding his place when he came back was harder than he anticipated. But those he was close to, were more welcoming than those he was not. He had spent some time with Ragnar’s kids, as he was always good with those who were related to him in such a way. But now he was simply relaxing, well and watching. He had been watching Ragnar he’d been different, and he couldn’t figure out why. If one person knew, or could figure out he knew who it was.

Seeking out Lagertha was harder than it once had been. He sat down next to her, offering her a cup, he had two for this reason. “Is Ragnar planning something?” he asked her honestly, getting straight to the point. He knew asking Ragnar would get him nowhere. But if anyone knew it would be his once wife.

[vredeir]

@queenofkategat​ asked: "You will never let it go, am I right ? You do not know anything about me but here you are judging me her murder." She handed him her own sword, "go ahead, send me to Valhalla."

‘     UNLESS  YOU  ARE  IMPLYING  THAT  ALL  PEOPLE  OF  KATTEGAT  ARE  LIARS—  i  do  have  an  idea  what  happened  that  day.     ’     &     no  matter  the  strain  with  which  he  forces  his  limbs  to  carry  him,  ivar  maintains  a  tall  posture  standing  in  front  of  her:  unconcerned,  holding  himself  unnaturally  still  except  for  the  twitching  around  the  corner  of  his  lips.  drawing  in  a  big,  settling  breath  upon  the  sword  being  so  close  for  him  to  take,  he  covers  his  mouth  with  one  hand     (  hiding  a  smile,  )     &     tilts  his  head  slightly  to  the  side.     ‘     it  sure  would  be  suitable  that  you  die  an  equally  undignified  death  like  my  mother.  is  it  not  true  that  she  surrendered,  asked  for  safe  passage  and  died  with  an  arrow  in  her  back  ?  maybe  i  should  let  you  walk  away  and  throw  an  axe  after  you.     ’     laughing  to  himself,  he  tightens  his  grasp  on  the  crutch  holding  his  weight.  smiling  in  happy  disbelief,  he  eventually  reaches  out  with  the  other  hand  to  take  the  offered  sword     &     consider  its  blade.     ‘     you  are  still  underestimating  me,  lagertha.  do  you  want  to  know  what  father  advised  me  to  do  when  i  am  underestimated  ?     ’     &     even  though  he  speaks  with  a  soft     &     almost  gentle  voice,  it’s  his  eyes  which  betray  his  wickedness  as  he  locks  her  eyes  with  a  direct,  probing  gaze.     ‘     i  must  make  them  pay.     ’     BE  RUTHLESS  HE’S  BEEN  TOLD.  AND  SOMETIMES  IT  EVEN  FEELS  LIKE  A  CURSE.     with  a  sigh  conveying  annoyance  ivar  does  not  bother  to  hold  the  sword  any  longer,  the  clunk  of  metal  on  the  floor  all  they  hear  when  the  sword  falls  between  them.     ‘     it  is  true—  i  will  never  let  it  go.  if  we  meet  on  the  battlefield,  i  will  cut  you  down.  until  then  you  can  keep  running,  and  hiding,  and  praying.  i  will  have  my  revenge,  and  i  will  make  you  pay.  like  my  own  father  told  me  to.     ’

[defendpower]

        “ we make a good team, you know. ”   lagertha is a woman of standards.   although not necessarily regarding others, but herself.   she knows what she’s capable of and is always open to pushing herself, in comparison to many women who would settle to clean and cook.   she’s an adventurer at heart, like him,  and is considered a warrior  -  powerful and strong, by the majority of kattegat.   “ though I am glad I came with you.   I feel you would have struggled without my help. ”   it’s a tease, however, one of them is the waves and the other the land, destined to be by each other’s side.   /  @queenofkategat  /  sc.

[theboatbuilderswife]

                 That they had been noisy-- well, it was Floki’s home, and it was not like the man would ever hide. Björn should have been glad they had hidden themselves behind a curtain- at least.   ---   Oh, she had enjoyed herself. It had taken some convincing to have Floki allow Torstein to join them, but as far as she could tell her lover had enjoyed it just as much as she had done.   Good.   ❝ ——   I do not know yet. The archer still seems a little conflicted, ❞   she mused dreamily, looking over her shoulder back to the fire.   ❝ I would not mind keeping them both, not at all. ❞   A sly grin, mischief dancing in the back of large eyes.   ❝ -but I do not think that is up to me. ❞

✿❀      @queenofkategat   /   continued from x

[aprincessoftheblood]

queenofkategat liked a post like 4 months ago and I’m just now writing a starter

The Princess looked every bit a queen as her delegation arrived in Wessex. She stood tall, her chin raised, her eyes forward as she had been taught as a child. Her soldiers flanked her sides, their shields matching the sky blue above them, the gold glinting in the sun that shone upon them. They were an army of the heavens. And they were impressive in such a desolate place as warn ravaged Wessex. 

They had left their ships along the coast, taking the few days ride to the villa of the King of Wessex - though that was not who the princess had arrived to meet with. She had, of course, met with him as was right to do between sovereigns. She, of course, was not there just as the Duchess of Normandy, but as the Princess of Frankia. 

She had been there mere hours before a messenger was sent for the one named Lagertha. The princess was not sure of the woman’s title - was she Queen? Or Jarl? She supposed that would have to be one of the first questions. The king and his mother had allowed the princess the space of one of the wings of the villa and her maids had gone to work making it more comfortable. That was where the princess waited for Lagertha to arrive. She sat by the fire, her older sons played by the windows while her daughter sat by her feet playing with a doll.

She had a proposition for the viking queen. 

[ofragnar]

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© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere

          a soft CHUCKLE escaped ragnar’s lips as he watched her. “perhaps you’ve had too much to drink.” the nordic man said. “i thought you were going to try and CHALLENGE me to drinking.” he joked. ragnar rest a hand on her waist and another on her back, going to lead her to his bed to lay her down. “reminds me of when we used to have our fun back when we were… MARRIED.” he said, tone turning quiet at the last word. it was still hard for him to accept that she was no longer his, and vice versa… but he had to get over it. lagertha seemed happier, and that’s what he WANTED for her.

[deficd]

a small starter for @queenofkategat || Gyda Ragnarsdottir

     “Mother-- I have been having nightmares every night. I feel so tired.”

[myriadxofxmuses]

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Tagging: : @twdgdeadmanwalking , @emmaxmeyer (for any of your loves), @imcrowleytoo (for any of your babes), @theboatbuilderswife , @queenofkategat , @goxinsane , @ninja-chan , @elisethetraveller

nicknames: Mo Mo

zodiac:  Cancer

height: 5′2

time: 9:30 in the am

favorite band / artist:  System of a Down, Silverchair, Tenacious D, Mindless Self Indulgence, Slipknot

song stuck in my head:  This

last movie i saw: Annabelle Comes Home

last thing i googled:  random gifs

average amount of sleep: 6-8 depending

why did i choose this username: Tbh I had an individual blog for each person (they're still there) and it was fine, but then I started feeling really shunned and basically blacklisted from a relatively small fandom. Which I know shouldn't have mattered, but I really enjoyed the blogs involved and wanted to write with them and get to know the muns. I came into the fandom in the midst of some drama and somehow got blamed for it. Only two people will even speak to me from there now and it hurts since I had nothing to do with whatever had gone on.

(The real sucky part is that I still love the verse and my muses associated with it, so I try to speak with newcomers with the hope that maybe someone will write with me in it. But I'm completely ignored so the hurt just continues.) The fact that one person basically poisoned the rest pushed me from even trying to gain followers/writing partners like I used to. She pretended to be my friend, but it became clear she was just a shit disturber. She no longer rps at all (as far as I know), but that didn't make comeing back to rp any easier. So I picked a name that I thought would never come up in searches for the hobby.

Long, shitty story I know. Sorry 'bout that.

other blogs: @zenredneckarcher , @gcntlenightingale , @silcntwaraxe , @emilyxfairchild , @livefxrhim , @chaoticxmadness , @folkvangrxborn , @mo-mo-and-porkchop

following: 450

what i’m wearing: Goonies shirt, shorts, black chucks

dream job:  Nature photographer, location scout, forensics/detective, writer

dream trip:  Japan

favorite food:  Chik-fil-a chicken minis, pizza, tacos

play any instruments:  Flute

eye color:  Blue

hair color:  Dark brown naturally, but for now purple.

languages you speak:  English

describe yourself as aesthetic things: Dr. Pepper, blunts, halloween, and the color black

random fact:  I'm in the process of learning Japanese and Norwegian.

most iconic song:  This. (It is also me and the hubby's song so I'm a bit biased.)

[angcltouch]

                          ❛❛  𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓' 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄                   ❜❜              there  was  a  pause  to  his  words  while  he  raised  his  eyes,  lagertha  had  become  an  ally               or  maybe  a  friend               even  when  he  had  all  the  reasons  to  hate  her  and  wish  for  her  death.  ubbe  had  found  away  pass  all  his  hate  and  perhaps  even  understood  why  such  things  had  happen  and  how  lagertha  could  BE  NEEDED.  he  would  never  forget  she  had  been  the  one  to  take  his  mother  life  but  then  again  he  had  looked  away  when  ivar  killed  sigurd  so  why  not  now ?             ❛❛   what  did  happen ?   ❜❜    //   @queenofkategat   ↷   sc.

[curiiousman-blog]

in many ways, it seems as though time is slipping through his hands.   for it only feels like the previous day that lagertha and her forces had arrived to assist in driving jarl borg from kattegat.   now ?   here they were, in england again, having just had his newest son brought into the world, and supposedly this time as equals.   he shrugs to himself.   of all the people to end up beside after such an intense journey, it had to be his ex-wife.   not that he’s complaining.   or maybe he is.   he’s not quite decided just yet.   “ it would appear . . . we have not properly caught up, ”   ragnar states, his gaze forward and a finger tapping at his knee.   did they really need to ?  he glances to the floor, to his side  -  at her, then forward again.   “ since you are an earl, now.   admittedly . . . much to my surprise.   I did not think of you as an ambitious woman. ”    /  @queenofkategat  /  sc.

[ofodinn]

[ Continued // @queenofkategat ]

Blood was slowly dripping along thin wrists, chains heavily tigthened around her ankles as well, she had not been able to place her arms around the man, sitting back against her. The old greayish shieldmaiden couldn’t believe to her eyes : her King wasn’t dead. He’s been right there all that time, in that cell, creepy dirty cell.

Blue eyes that were once beautiful, she tried to reach for him when they threw her into the dungeon, only to prevent her from even touching him… she didn’t ask for a lot, just a brush, she wanted to feel his warm skin, feel him alive.

She realized she was actually feeling him from behind, she leaned her back to rest against his, even contorsioning herself to face him. Her eyes were full of tears, & despite the situation they were stuck in, she couldn’t believe he was there, & that they were reunited.

“ Ragnar…” she murmured, & the second later his giant hand crawled slowly to take hers & give her a quick squeeze, whish she responded as vigourusly. She heard him chuckle, an ironic tone… oh she missed that tone.     “ You found me, Lagertha, even on the other end of the world, you found me. ”     She broke into sobs mixed with tears of joy, causing her skinny body to shake against his.

“ I wouldn’t let you die without me. ”    she replied, sniffing loudly, swollen eyes still red, & she was thankful he couldn’t see her in such a pity state.     “ Forever, then to Ragnarok. ”

Ragnar had left Wessex some time ago, but it had been different, once he had gone further North, more up towards Northumbria. Ecbert had saved him from King Aella, and he knew that Ecbert and Aella were both dead, but he was back to being imprisoned, and he wasn’t sure by whom this time, and he knew it was her, the moment that she was thrown in there. She looked different, but not less beautiful to him. He couldn’t believe she was here. A part of him wondered if he was hallucinating her. He had done it before.  

He had tried to reach her, but he had not been able to reach her and he had pulled hard against his own bonds in the meantime, his body wincing him in main, but they were back to back now, and he realized he could feel her, from behind, and for once, he didn’t mean it sexually. He just enjoyed this intimacy, even if they would die this way.

He didn’t know what to say. He was speechless, for the moment. He didn’t think he would see her until Valhalla, and he barely believed in Valhalla, himself.  “I believe it’s you who found me.” He laughed slightly.  He sighed and smiled slightly.

“I never wanted to die without you. I just wanted to have you back..and you couldn’t forgive me until Valhalla. No regrets..but every regret..those regrets kept us from ever getting this right again. In Valhalla, it will be different.”  His voice was quieter. “It has to be.” 

[argivebeauty]

@queenofkategat ||

At first it had been terrifying. From the top of the hills she had seen them all; hundreds, perhaps thousands of blonde-haired warriors, implacable with their axes and shields. They fought with a fierceness seldom seen. And yet…  As unexpected as the attack had been, Sparta had prevailed. During the long hours of battle, for few moments Helen had feared they wouldn’t. But the Spartan soldiers were trained for this since before they could walk. They were born for battle. Perhaps a larger army would have won, but that would require many more men. They knew how to survive being outnumbered.

From the distance, Helen had watched. It had been a combat such as she had never seen before, even when she had been trapped in the towers of Ilium, watching Trojans and Greeks slaughter each other while she was caught between them with no choice but to wait upon her fate. One in particular had caught her eye. She couldn’t see her face from afar, but it was impossible not to notice the fierce warrior with the long blonde hair, who had taken many lives in the attempt to take the city. That was something she had never seen before. A woman in battle! She fought like she did not fear death. Perhaps, like she was sure of victory. Even if this time if hadn’t come.

The survivors had all been captured now. Inside the castle, the discussion was still heated as to whether they should be killed or taken as servants. Helen refused to go. She couldn’t stop thinking about the gracefulness with which that woman had carried herself through battle. It seemed devious to do either of those things to her, even if she was, indeed, the enemy. The threat. I am indisposed, she had told her husband, I will have my supper brought to my chambers. Instead, however, Helen walked through the empty corridors of the castle – the ones no one ever visited –, the basked with her dinner in one hand, and went straight to the place where the captured soldiers were kept, unguarded. She sought among them for her. Their hostile eyes were barely a threat now. The floor was covered in blood, some of their wounds still hadn’t been tended to. It was a dark night, and for a moment she feared she wouldn’t be able to recognize her. Until she saw her. Her long blond locks were quite distinctive. Their eyes met, and Helen stared at her for a few moments in silence, before approaching her further. ‘You’, she said. ‘Are you hungry? I have food and water for you.’

[aelfred]

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FOR EVERY ♡ I RECEIVE, I WILL SHARE A NSFW HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE. – > @queenofkategat – > Acceping!

Sex is one of the few times, that Alfred actually stops rambling, well after a few minutes, anyway…out loud   His mind stays pretty busy, but the words don’t com out of his mouth coherently.  Afterwards, he’s either rambling or still making not a bit of sense. 

[vredeir]

@queenofkategat​     ➔     ♡  !

‘     IF  YOU  ARE  LOOKING  FOR  BJÖRN  YOU  WILL  FIND  HIM  HUNTING  SOMEWHERE  IN  THE  WOODS,     ’     it  is  an  unceremoniously  comment,  blunt  and  with  no  prior  announcement,   upon  noting  lagertha  sitting  at  the  fire,  feigning  boredom  as  though  it  does  not  further  interest  ivar  what  exactly  his  brothers  are  about  out  there.  instead  he  reaches  for  the  wooden  bench  to  pull  himself  up     &     adjust  his  legs  as  soon  as  he  is  seated.     ‘     i  am  currently  learning  the  saxon  tongue  and  floki  mentioned  you  have  been  with  ragnar  on  the  second  raid  in  england.  does  that  make  you  the  first  shield  -  maiden  who  raided  in  england  ?  what  was  it  like  ?     ’

[tallowes]

@queenofkategat

❝ If Bjorn is going on the raid then I want to go to ! ❞ She held back on the urge to stomp her foot-- THAT would get her nowhere. It had been easier to tolerate being left behind when they were younger but now, knowing that her mother, father AND brother would be going the idea of staying behind made her anxious. She couldn’t help them if she wasn’t there, even if it was smarter for her to stay home she wanted to be with them just in case. 

[asloeg]

@queenofkategat​ ↷ meme:     " i remember exactly how i thought life would be. "

PREDICTIONS  UTTERED  UNDER  DIVINE  INSPIRATION  CAN  BE  EQUALLY  A  BLESSING  AS  WELL  AS  A  CURSE—     &     though  there  is  much  about  lagertha  and  her  pain  aslaug  might  not  understand,  it  does  not  stop  her  from  feeling  increasingly  empathetic     &     to  share  a  sad  smile     &     reach  out  for  her  in  solidarity.  lightly  laying  her  hand  on  lagertha’s  arm,  she  slowly  nods.     ‘     that  is  the  irony  about  prophecies—  they  tell  us  a  certain  outcome  and  inspire  specific  expectations  even  though  they  never  quite  tell  us  a  specific  story,     ’     like  ragnar  who  has  been  promised  five  sons  but  did  not  consider  the  possibility  that  not  all  might  be  born  from  the  same  womb.     IS  THAT  NOT  THE  TRUE  CRUELTY  OF  THE  GODS  AND  NORNS  ?  TO  MAKE  PROMISES  AND  RAISE  HOPE  UNTIL  MEN  REALIZE  THEIR  MISTAKE  ?     in  the  end,  both  women  carry  the  great  burden  to  fulfill  the  prophecy,  after  all.  now,  wistful  her  words  are  going  to  be,  it  is  an  attempt  to  lighten  the  mood  for  something  brighter  and  far  more  promising,  to  remember  what  they  have  in  common    &     share.  she  leans  in  with  raised  eyebrows  and  offers  a  questioning  gaze:     ‘     is  it  not  possible  that  the  same  can  be  claimed  for  our  body  and  mind  ?  now  i  find  myself  realizing  that  i  might  never  love  anyone  more  than  all  sons  of  ragnar.  i  could  not  be  happier  for  my  sons  to  have  a  wonderful  brother  like  your  björn.     ’