Thread: Ambitions from a stranger [Andronic x Lagertha]

Oydis was outside, tending to the livestock when one of the guards gathered her up. She was silent, pulling her hair up as she entered the hall. Darkness was rolling over the small town of Grund, lights lit up the streets as most of the villagers were in their home or eating. Majority of the guards were out, waiting at the gates. Oydis, was in the hall now, cleaning up the dishes and bringing out the food. The table was set in the hall, the food lined up and presented neatly ham, a full pig with an apple in it, chicken, potatoes, peppers, cabbage, mushrooms. There was soup, clams, anything you could think of. The plates were set, the horns were full of ale. Yet. No one was in the hall. Oydis stood there, looking at the empty hall, the candles lit, the moonlight pouring into the room, and the terrible feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. They left. Oydis heard the voice of a small girl next to her, a servant Grima had hated so much she had cut out an eye. The girl was fifteen, and had fallen in love with another servant boy. No doubt they had fucked. Grima, the spiteful queen of Dag, had slit the boy's throat, and then taken the child's eye for looking at Dag the wrong way. Oydis was surprised Grima had left her with no scars. Though, she supposed Dag had told her to let her go, since, for some reason he seemed to favor Oydis. Oydis had never been interested in sex, or men or women. She simply did not care. When? Why? Oydis looked at the girl, who was much taller than her with blond hair. Her name, the girl's name evaded Oydis, and she simply called her Girl. Oydis leaned over to the Girl as she handed Oydis a broom. An hour ago. The guards spotted ships on the sea. Girl said brushing her short blonde hair back over her left eye. Then why didn't they tell the village? Oydis gripped the broom, before she heard the cries outside. The roars of victory, and the cries of defenseless men being slaughtered. It was then, when she could hear them knocking on the hall doors. Her right arm jerked out, pushing the Girl back. You should go. The Girl looked at her, her dark eyes gleaming in terror at Oydis. Girl's dark arm, tan from long labor outside, gripped Oydis arm. Come with me. Oydis shook her head shoving the girl away. Out! Oydis wasn't frightened. Girl simply nodded as the doors broke, and ran at full speed out the back. Oydis looked forward as the feet hit the wood, rattling it under her bare feet. Thud. Drip. Thud. Drip. Cries sounded behind the noise. Yet, Oydis was almost mystified, a deja vu. The stranger stepped forward, drenched in the blood of innocent villagers. She could see the women, children, being lined up. At least, the pretty women were. A congregation of men stepped forward behind him, all bloody. There had been no defense. Earl Dag had surely left with all the good warriors at first word of the invasion. He had sacrificed the village for his life. Somehow, Oydis knew that would happen. Dag never had seemed the brave type. Oydis looked at the axe, massive as it dragged against the ground leaving a bloody trail. She could see the fires illuminating the man's body. The closer he got, the more her head tilted back. She was small, only standing at roughly five feet and two. His words did not seem to phase her, nore did his hand around her throat. Crude. Oydis spoke in response to his threats of fucking her. That and his question about the Jarl. She twisted, uncomfortably as his hand went up her dress. Angered, Oydis smacked the broom into his side. Oydis grunted, trying to move to kick him. I would not touch either of you if it was that or death! Oydis' brows furrowed, annoyed. Why did it seem like everyone expected the same thing of her? To want to please a man and be bent over like other women? None of it sounded slightly appealing to her. Now let me go! Oydis gasped a bit as he held her throat, but fear never his her face. Maybe, that was why Orm had laughed the first time she had nearly died. She wasn't exactly normal. If, you could call any of them normal.