chapter 4: Ash

My fur clad feet strut through the ash and dust, and I feel proud. We did this! Sve and I, with Norge as our leader, not caring how horrible we appear in the eyes of others.

And it is completely horrid, but even with my feet treading over burnt houses and mangled bodies it's hard to feel anything other than joy and lifted spirits. This, all around me, shows me that I am strong and undefeated. It shows me that the two little boys I raised are also strong and undefeated, and it makes me feel a lot more powerful than I really am. And my god do I enjoy it!

I head towards the capacious piece of land that used to be the town square and see the familiar face of Norge through the veil of smoke and ash that has descended upon this village.

Oh Nore. That boy has grown up into something beautiful. With those eyes that make you feel like you're falling into the deepest part of the ocean and hair that resembles sun hitting snow, it's no wonder that so many human women fall in love with him.

I can't help but love his personality too, most people view him as heartless and brutal, but I always get to see the other part of him. I'm the one who gets to watch him smile when he takes a swig of freshly brewed ale, who notices the tender way he holds his pet cat, and who pretends not to see when he wipes the tears off of his cheeks.

I could never prevent myself from falling in love with someone like him, and that realization only makes it hurt more when he treats me as nothing more than a comrade.

My toes crunch on the ash in front of me and he turns to see who's approaching, he gives one of his ever so rare smiles when he sees me. "Danmark! we did well here, no?"

I grin back at him and push my hand through my hair in an attempt to make it spike up in front. "Yeah, and did you see all the gold we found?"

He flings his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, He's only ever this jovial when we go on raids, I have no idea why. "Well of course I saw it, Dane! Didn't you see that pile? It's rather hard to miss!"

"I suppose you're right." He shoots me a teasing glance, and I almost melt from his adorable smile.

Unfortunately his face quickly falls back into it's usual emotionless state before he responds. "Let's go get Sve, okay?"

I frown at that name. I know Sve's in love with Nore too, the two of us haven't gotten along very well since we told each other that.

"D'n't b'th'r, ''m 'lr''dy h'r'." (Don't bother, I'm already here)

Nore and I both whip around, and there's Sverige making his "thinking face," which happens to be more of a glare than anything else.

"Well, let's head back to the boat, then." And with that statement Nore starts off towards the sea, with Sverige following after him.

But I don't go right a way. Instead I tilt my head to the sky, and open my mouth to let the ash fall in. A few flakes fall in and I spit it out with disgust. If this is the taste of my handy work, then my creation is terrible.

AN:yes, I know there acting OOC, I just don't care that much, yell if you want to just don't yell at me. We'll be spending a few more chapters here in the viking age so ether snuggle up with a blanket and get used to it or stop reading cus you cant stand it.

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