Thread: Ambitions from a stranger [Andronic x Lagertha]

Harald stood at the stern of his ship as it dipped and rose with the waves. He was a man of power, his legacy was not always great. He had started as a simple farmer, he had wanted to remain so, but fate did not allow his greatness to be quashed. Born into a family of Viking rejects he was not meant to be anything, yet his spirit had pushed him, had made him fend for his life. He had tried to bring glory to the Jarl of his land, but the man had been insane, had thought he meant to take his throne, and due to his insanity, it had happened. He had been killed by Harald, and now Harald was Jarl. Yet now that it was all said and done, the man had realized he had a hunger. A hunger for battle, a desire to be known. To own the world. To pillage the most resilient places, to take the most beautiful women. He exhaled, his large chest rose and fell, hard work had given him trunk like arms and legs, a barrel like chest, he was a berserker. Known for his strength and fury. He was a feared warrior anywhere he landed. His land was beautiful, but beauty could be multiplied. Right? He smiled to himself, showing his perfect teeth as he grabbed a jug of ale and placed it to his lips, taking heavy swallows, his Adams apple bobbing as he drank.today, we add another treasure to our small Earldom. And then? We travel across the ocean come next summer! He announced. This was their last raid of the year, it was getting far too cold to continue doing this. The waves crashed against the ship, he felt the cool water and stuck out his tongue, tasting the bounty of the ocean. He had dreamed of this, this fucking Jarl had slighted him like the others, and now he was a man of power, he needed to continue growing, so he was coming after him. A quick raid, a few wenches to warm his cock and empty his heavy sack into. Maybe hed do it on that Jarls very throne. Dag. Dag. He laughed softly as he ran his fingers over his face, splitting the index and middle finger so that one eye peaked out onto the unsuspecting land they were approaching. The entire world is mine. He spoke through a cackle as he straightened up and grabbed his axe, feeling the weight of it in his hand, his leathers hugging his body tightly, his pants doing the same, his blonde hair, long yet tied back into a braid, preventing it from getting into his face and blinding him while he fought, at the same time, the dagger on his hip would allow him to cut it off quickly should someone grab hold of it and try to lead him one way or another. He was deep in thought, thinking of the plunder when his ship jerked, they had hit land. He rose his axe and he thought to let out a battle cry before jumping off into the shallow water and running towards the land, but he stopped, it was easier to get what they wanted if they took them by surprise. They grabbed torches and began to light the place aflame, as people exited their homes, his men and women made quick work of them. The women they tried to save. Same with the children. They made good slaves. It took a good ten minutes before they began to mount a counter offensive, by then? It was too late. Harald knew they had won. He began to advance on the throne room. That was when he froze, covered in blood, flames writhing behind him. He looked at her and then his men spread out behind him and he smirked as he dropped his axe and began to walk towards her, every one of his steps sounding wet, echoing against the floor with every step he took. It was blood. He was drenched.i am going to fuck you silly red. He spoke with a smirk as he approached and grabbed her by the throat, looking into her eyes. He was certain he should see fear, but he didnt seem to find it. His right hand held her by the throat, the second one, calloused a warriors hand ran along her hip, moving under her shirt, tracing her skin.you are a beauty. How often does the Jarl put his cock in you? Or is he too old to get it up? He was frustrated that he hadnt yet found the Jarl, at first it was meant to be a raid, but now it was an invasion. It might have even been that the Jarl had gone on his own raid and hadnt left any competent warriors behind to protect his holdings, but he still had his men searching for him. More than likely the man was a coward and he had run into hiding. He would have him, he would kill him. And everything he owned would be his. Hed probably fuck his wife at least once before killing her too.