Thread: Defense of VInland (Lagertha X Frelance)

Sunn watched the three men boast and boast about their many victories on the battlefields over the years. Most of their friends had gone, dead, they were the oldest yet of her tribe yet they awaited a bloody death on the battlefield. She listened shyly as they laughed loudly, and she only smiled when they toasted with her. Sunn was only sixteen, and unlike the boys that were 11 ready for war, girls had to wait until they were older. Sunn seemed the lucky one, her friends were all jealous, and other women in the village had envied such a young girl going to fight, but Sunn was different. One of the men was larger, but all of them had bleached there hair to some degree to make it blond. Sunn watched them laughing, snorting, the big man's belly jiggling as he leaned down on Sunn's shoulder hollering in his rage of drunk. Then! Then this one time Sunn! Reinn ran into a post in his rage trying to chase down one of the indians! Ahahaha! Such a sight! The men all laughed as Sunn giggled softly, covering her mouth. Reinn, the larger man frowned, her belly jiggling as he wrapped arm around Sunn. Ahhh! Don't tell the poor girl of my mishaps in battle! Odin will surely be mad if we make her frightened on tripping on her own sword! The men all laughed, red faced as Reinn patted her on the back roughly causing her to spit out her ale all over Dyri, the old weathered looking viking. He looked down, crazy blond brows rising before looking at her and tilting his head for a moment. Sunn waved her hands in the air, embarrassed, but Dyri only smiled showing teeth missing at her, and they laughed again. Don't worry Reinn. Odin saved you from great judgement with that post! Dyri laughed, snickering at the man as Sunn took another long swig, she could feel the alcohol hitting her, warming her, but she didn't stop. Perhaps if you could see in front of you with that big belly you might have missed it and surely fallen to your death! Dyri laughed and they roared with him. It was the post or a pit to Odin! The post called my name first! Gods be blessed! I live for another day! Reinn hollered, fists in air as ale shot from his mouth. Sunn bunched her shoulders up, smiling, her eyes caught something she hadn't noticed before. There was a man across the room looking their way, surely he was looking at the commutation the four of these men were making and not her. Dyri watched Sunn's eyes, looking over his shoulder to see the guy as Reinn and the other continued laughing. He smiled at the shy Sunn, grinning from cheek to cheek. He's another warrior from a different tribe. Probably sizing you up Sunn, wondering if you'll stab him at night! Dyri laughed, intoxicated and the others bellowed with him. Sunn shrunk in her seat, horn in front of her face covering it as she looked away embarrassed but smiling. See! The girl knows what we are talking about! Dyri laughed harder and Sunn covered her mouth trying not to spit her ale again. Ahhh! Dyri! Don't make me fart! Sunn is too shy to speak to anyone she doesn't know! Look at her here! Reinn motioned to the room. All these strange men and woman sizing all of us up, thinking, who can I trip on the battlefield to win Loki's favor for a night! No wonder the poor girl won't speak to us like usual! Sunn bowed her head, as if ashamed. True Dyri, True Reinn, but I'm sure on the battlefield she'll be a fierce silent opponent! A thin looking man cooed, a scar from one ear to his temple in a cresent moon shape. Drink more Sunn! Don't drink so slow! The night is young! The man, with his scarred hand reached across the table grabbing her horn and forcing it upwards. Sunn squirmed as they chanted, Drink! Drink! pounding the table as she tried to gulp it all down.