A broad blonde man stood at the front of the Viking longship, staring at the ocean ahead. This man was known simply, as Denmark. He wielded a battle axe, and held it well. It was slightly taller than him, though he could swing whimsically, and never miss his mark. It had around the long wooden handle, just below the head, a worn string with a piece of amber hanging from it, which he swore was a protection of health, power and had the power against evil.
A much smaller man, Norway, was seen at his side at all times. He never wore a smile as Denmark did, though, Norway didn't believe anyone could without losing it. Denmark was probably the only person who could hold his grin as long as he did. Norway admired it, though he found it slightly ridiculous as well, he was supposed to be an all powerful Viking, after all.
And the final main man on the longship was Sweden. He was tall, tallest; in fact, even more so than Denmark, with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a stoic composure that usually consisted of a scowl no matter his mood. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was necessary and as few words as possible. Sweden did not like the idea of working with Denmark, he hated him as it was but, as the three nations that made up Scandinavia, they intended to do trade in Constantinople together, and got their separate ways again after that. You see, even though they were that that made up Scandinavia, they were still independent countries and acted as such when desired.
Their ship, the longship, was used for trade, as per their journey, and was one of the most important in the Scandinavian naval forces. It was shallow and narrow, allowing them to bring it onto a beach a go into water 1 meter deep. It's stern and bow Identical allowed direction change, and the one the three men currently resided on, held 13 rowing positions. They were followed by several other longships, all consisting of men on their side.
They were all swift in battle and followed the 'law' as they attacked only enemies. Once or twice they came across the English, as the constantly raided British Isles, killing and stealing. They brought slaves from Russia for trade and many other things such as ivory and spices.
Denmark smirked proudly, swinging his axe and giving Norway a bit of a fright. "We'll be upon the European shore by dawn." Norway merely stood, monitoring the rowers, including Sweden who was helping as he was strong. "This is gonna be great Norge." Denmark said matter of factly to his friend. The smaller blonde averted his eyes from his old friend, putting a hand to the armored man.
"Don't get your hopes up, Den. You know how these things can go." He absently reminded him of a previous pillage when the damned Arthur Kirkland, better known as England, got in his way.
"Don't worry Norge; I won't make the same mistake this time." He smiled slyly and looked back at his men. "All of you, to shore! We rest until night and attack when the sun falls beyond the horizon." He swung his axe again, and Norway watched in silent hope that this would be successful. It was not fun dealing with and angry Denmark; when his smile left, there was hell to pay.
A short intro into the AU of Vikings~ I write faster with reviewww~ DenNor to come, let me know if you want any other pairs pleassse?