Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama As the raiders crowded before the gates, pushing and chopping at the edges Rollo turned to two young men at the back of the group. You two, run back and tell Ragnar we have taken the castle. One of the young men, barely old enough to have grown a beard looked downcast, a voice griped but we'll miss the plunder. Gesturing with the axe between the boys legs Rollo stood close, looking down with mad eyes and a growl in his voice, you'll miss more than that! Fear ran across the man's face as his eyes widened, if you hurry you won't miss it all. Now go! Shouting the last order the two men took off running down the road. Turning to the gate it was moving back and forth as the men pushed, the bar inside was sturdy and resisted the raiders as they heaved. Rollo added his own muscles to the line of men who pushed forward, a wave of motion that ran back and forth to the gate. The bar held and he looked at the walls warily, expecting something from the tops, but no men showed. Judging the height it was not a high wall, they had no ladders to reach the top though it was not that high. Getting a few men by the corner of the gate where the wall was low had them get on each others shoulders, they were able to reach most of the way up. Walking back Rollo judged the men and the height, Bjorn stood beside the men, a look of hesitation on his face as he eyed Rollo sensing the intention. Are you sure? Why not? No worse than running uphill, holding the axe tight sprinted to the wall, a foot on the back of each man who suddenly saw Rollo heading towards him and they stiffened. The first footfall was met with a groan as Rollo's momentum brought him up to the next man. Another foot and he began to feel his weight drag him back, pushing upwards the men shivered but held under him. The last man shouted in preparation as Rollo placed his foot square on the man's back, the empty arm reached up and fingertips clasped the edge of the stone. The arm tensed and with his own shout and prayer to Odin he was up and sitting on the edge of the wall, looking down at the men below a trail of footprints on the men who dropped to the ground below. A cheer went up as he grinned widely, the men stopped their heaving at the gate, raising his arms the axe free in his hand Rollo spun on his ass and turned to face the empty wall. Warily he heaved himself off the edge, stepping down to the walkway looking for an enemy. It was quiet, except for a sound that came from far away, he could not tell what it was. Coming from deep within the castle it continued, rhythmic in a way, like a prayer almost. Moving to the gatehouse and down to the inner gate swung the axe up twice, the bar loosened and he slid it aside with the muscles in his shoulders tightening and straining with the effort. The gates parted and the raiders entered with a cheer, the men shouting Rollo's name as they entered. Bjorn gave him an impressed smile, come on Bjorn, let's see what they left us. Men ran throughout the halls, the sounds of plunder filling empty halls. The clatter of plates and dishes, cracking wood of locked doors and chests sounded as the cheers and shouts of the men echoed. It was not a big place, Rollo was amazed at how the people liked to build these big stone houses, then when the raiders came ran away. It seemed a waste of effort. The men were enjoying themselves in a hall, finding a cask of ale they were handing out cups to those who came by, three came up and handed Rollo a big cup that he drained with a smile then took another and wandered through the halls. Hearing again that sound as he neared a set of stairs that curled upwards. Axe on his shoulder he climbed up, the sound increasing. It was a song he realized, coming from somewhere above. Simple, and slightly haunting, but the voice was pleasant. Calming. Feeling at ease, of it may be the ale, Rollo wandered down towards a closed door, as he opened it he stood quietly bloodied axe on one hand and ale in the other. In the room before the window a vision from the gods greeted him, the woman was young, a wide, round face and dressed all in white. For a moment, as she turned, Rollo thought he had died and it was one of the valkyrie come to take him to Valhalla. A quick look down saw the blood of his enemies but nothing of his own. She was breathtaking, as the eyes turned towards him he saw the lips parted. The song that had lured him came from her, the wide lips parted slightly as she looked up at him. Eyes bright and defiant. The simple white gown revealed a generous busom, the long braid of hair was snaked with pearls. For a moment he was not sure what was more precious, her of the pearls. Then Rollo realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled deeply. Taking a sip of the ale as he looked at her, a wry smile changing to one of amusement. From behind two raiders came up the stairs and seeing the woman they began to move around Rollo, large as he was the door still had space. Raising his arms to block them he said simple, harshly, mine. The two men slunk away as he walked into the room. Softly closing the door behind him, placing the cup on a table, leaning the axe next to it. Are you all alone here? He asked in Norse as her song still echoed in the room, the look in her eyes told him she did not understand, smiled as he walked closer seeing how small and unafraid she was. A true beauty, he had not seen anyone as desirable as Lagertha when they were younger. Siggy still remained in his heart and he loved her still, the feelings that rose for this songstress were something deeper. Trying to seem as unmenacing as he could half naked and half covered in blood walked up to her. Switching to the unfamiliar English he held out his hands empty to show he meant no harm. Hello.