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OOM: Vigil
May. 6th, 2015 01:35 amRagnar had gone out all by himself, built and lit the fire by the beach, and sat down, wrapped in his cloak, settling in for a night of remembering.
So much had happened since then -- Rollo's treachery, bloody battle, Floki's injury.
But Ragnar hasn't forgotten what the woman in the magic place had advised him, and he feels the need to do that before he can continue with the life he needs to lead. Before he can make new decisions and new plans.
He sits in the dark by his little fire and remembers his little Gyda. He remembers her coming screaming and bloody out of Lagertha's body, he remember carrying her on his shoulders to Uppsala when she was barely three; he remembers her playing with her baby goats, fishing and weaving with Lagertha, learning to read from Athelstan. He remembers Björn and her peering at their new slave. He remembers her watching the sacrifices in complete, accepting silence.
He's sitting by his fire, feeding it occasionally, and does not otherwise move. If he sheds some tears while he is sitting there, nobody will notice.
But he wouldn't be Ragnar Lothbrok if he didn't cheat at least a little -- at some stage during the night, he knows that company and some hot mead are coming and despite his grief, he'll be glad to share that.
The mead and the company, and the grief.
So much had happened since then -- Rollo's treachery, bloody battle, Floki's injury.
But Ragnar hasn't forgotten what the woman in the magic place had advised him, and he feels the need to do that before he can continue with the life he needs to lead. Before he can make new decisions and new plans.
He sits in the dark by his little fire and remembers his little Gyda. He remembers her coming screaming and bloody out of Lagertha's body, he remember carrying her on his shoulders to Uppsala when she was barely three; he remembers her playing with her baby goats, fishing and weaving with Lagertha, learning to read from Athelstan. He remembers Björn and her peering at their new slave. He remembers her watching the sacrifices in complete, accepting silence.
He's sitting by his fire, feeding it occasionally, and does not otherwise move. If he sheds some tears while he is sitting there, nobody will notice.
But he wouldn't be Ragnar Lothbrok if he didn't cheat at least a little -- at some stage during the night, he knows that company and some hot mead are coming and despite his grief, he'll be glad to share that.
The mead and the company, and the grief.
