In the Year of Good Hope, 938, on Freya's Day:
I cannot understand this sense of foreboding that has overcome myself. I sense something shall happen- good or bad, I am unable to tell- in the near future, but what it is, I am uncertain.
Tomorrow we set sail for Island on another raid, my men have high hope for good loot and meat, but I have told them to not be greedy.
People say that we are thieves and butchers, but I find those words harsh and unrealistic. After all, we are just foraging for food, it is normal animal behavior. The only people who understand are my people and the three similar others, although I suspect some of the other islands in the southern lands do so also.
I have gotten off my original purpose, I believe I have spent too much time in Matthias's presence.
I presume this will be my last loge in these pages for two or three weeks, depending on how well the Gods treat us on the seas.
May Ægir protect us.
This is for the Random AU competition on the Anime/Manga Fanfiction Challenges forum.
I got the theme "Time-travel" so yahoo, Norway/Iceland in Viking age, beat that.
I will try to update this every week, and don't worry, this is going to have longer chapters and no, it will not be written in loge form. Also, I am sorry if I have gotten any mythology wrong, and if you could please correct me if I have so, I'll change it.
Human names will be used.
I don't own Hetalia Axis-Powers or the Vikings.