Heeding the woman's words, Saemund ducked around the nearest street corner all the more wary of any passerby's. If one Woman thinks of Njal that way, there is no doubt that the rest of the residents share her feelings. He paced back and forth down a side alleyway, considering his course of action. Ok let's see, cute girl has Njal issues. Why?
Saemund feels as though he's got a target painted in the square center of his forehead. Saemund did not particularly enjoy this feeling of vulnerability due only to his lack of local knowledge.
His confusion and annoyance quickly rose into a feet stomping and fist clenching tantrum.
I don't even know what I've apparently done! How does she blame me for staying with Njal? What the hell did he do to her? Murder her brother or something? Either way does she think I had a choice in the matter? Saemund thought as he dashed out of the town, wanting to be rid of whatever stigma it carries towards him.
Disregarding Njals request to retrieve a letter, Saemund planned to charge up the mountain side, kick down the door, and then force Njal to admit to whatever he had done and to apologize for it, because his actions had interfered with Saemunds flirting. If he can't even talk to a cute girl in this back country town without her flipping a shit over his housemate, then he wasn't going to stand for anything Njal could throw at him. Maybe I should tie him to that beloved chair of his and leave him all nice and pretty in front of her door. Sure those claws she's got could do some damage to his sour little face, bringing him out of that stupid little trance he's always in. Maybe I can hit his damn troll in the face with my axe while I'm at it.
Moving quickly through the field, Saemund reached the base of the mountain and gazing up caught a glimpse of his destination. "That little shits going to pay! "
"I have to disagree, Denmark. I'm both not very little nor am I going to offer you any sort of payment."
Sure enough, sitting prim and proper and always, even in a tree, sat Njal himself. He sat about ten feet up, in a tree literally no more than two paces away from Saemund, legs crossed and an open piece of paper in his hand. Njal leered down at Saemund, wearing an especially sour frown on his face.
Saemund, tired of being at a loss for words because of this man, decided instead to scream out and kick the tree in question. Attempting to scramble up the trunk and grab a hold of Njal failed miserably. The Dane kicked and screamed and threw pine cones at Njal, who just easily allowed them to bounce off a sort of force field he'd created. Njal, though ignoring the Dane and reading the letter, could not help but smirk at his guest's childish behavior.
"ARE YOU JUST GOING TO SIT THERE ALL DAY, DRIVING ME CRAZY?" Seamund screamed from the ground where he now sat, having completely given up on getting Njal down.
"I was thinking about it, yes. Although I need to get home to watch a sunset, now don't I?" Njal stated, now staring down at Saemund and being completely amused.
"Thanks for getting my brothers letter for me, Dane."
"Fuck you." Saemund replied, sounding considerably calmer. "ugh, I just want to go fucking home already BUT NO! I have to stay here with a tree dweller! A murderous mountain goat who commands fucking trolls and talks to fucking fairies or something!" He threw up his hands and decided to just lie down right there on the forest floor. He really didn't see the point in getting up.
"Murderous? And how do you know I talk to fairies?" Njal questioned
"Why else would that… Hilda freak out? What did you do, murder her husband? Because she thinks I'm your accomplice or something... oh and you know I notice you whispering to yourself? I'm just as much of a nation as you are; I know fairy tongue when I hear it. Hell, I'd bet I'm twice as old as you anyways, Norge."
"Hilda? Why would she go off on you? You weren't being an idiot, were you?" Njal asked, sounding slightly concerned. He swung his legs, and hopping out of the tree, met the Dane on the ground.
Njal looked down at Saemund, still sprawled out in the dirt. "What happened?"
"Right back at you."
Njal sighed and plopped down onto a nearby boulder. Drawing his legs up and wrapping his arms around them, he reluctantly began to talk. "Hilda absolutely hates me. She'll go off at any mentioning of my name. This is why I sent in that anonymous letter instead of actually requesting and paying for the coat directly. "
"Why does she hate you though?" Saemund interjected
"Shut up and let me finish, you. She hates me because, as you know, it's somewhat unacceptable for a man my age to be single. The fact that I'm rich and own the entirety of the land here, really makes people mad or in Hilda's case, jealous. They think I want to keep everything to myself. But she was absolutely head over heels for me, though I don't know if it was for me or my money…" He chuckled, nervously shifting around on his seat. "So she had planned for us to marry, and I wasn't exactly in position to object so I just… ignored her."
Saemund sat up at this, looking in disbelief at Njal. "The hottest girl in town was openly vying to marry you and you ignored her?"
The look Njal shot at him showed that he had no repercussions whatsoever.
"I don't care for how attractive she may be, but I know that I'd rather not marry her or anyone else. I'm quite fine with that, it's her that's got the issue with it. Instead of being smart about it and figuring out that I simply wasn't interested, she goes and tells the whole town that I won't marry her because I've been with one of the fishermen! She just drew the unmanly card out of nowhere!" Njal yelled, causing Saemund to stare over at him with a quizzical look.
"Well have you been with one of the fishermen?"
Njal chose not to answer and instead decided to stare a hole straight through Saemunds forehead.
"I mean it's not that unbelievable, if you ask me. You just look argr, what with your skinny arms and your pretty hair…"
"I will poison you, Dane."
"No! no, I mean, it's not a bad thing! You just seem like the type, not meaning that you are…"
Njal continued to stare straight through Saemund, and minutes ticked by in complete silence.
"Uh… it's getting dark Njal… should we go up to your house now.. Or"
Njal abruptly stood up and stomped up the mountain side, not even bothering to look back to see if Saemund was following.
ANGST ANGST ANGST
so I am going to blame pre- and post-Reichenbach depression on my late update. (Sherlock has taken over my soul and then simultaneously crushed it into at least eight diffrent pieces.) but this is Hetalia! so:
I'm skiing right now so that means: No internet for research and plenty of time for writing
Uhhhhh so yeah
Argr was a pretty negative insult to call someone, as Vikings got really worked up over their manliness. It's pretty synonymous with being a bottom, and no one then wanted to be that. It was socially acceptable to sleep with men so long as the Viking still married and had children and preformed his manly duties as a top, but if you were a bottom you were unmanly.
Vikings actually killed each other over this issue.
In Njal's saga, which is where I got Njal's name from and some aspects of the story (ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST), Njal is called unmanly due to his lack of a beard. The entire saga is pretty much a bad soap opera with the underlying idea being "the Viking were dumbasses because they had huge blood feuds over the fact that they couldn't control their wives and they were insecure about themselves." and I think that sums up this time period pretty well.
Samund is a rapidly changing array of emotions because I just feel that he is impulsive (He's also considered very manly with his axe and he's so manly that no one questions his lack of a beard either.)
(every time I write 'Saemund said' I want to play Simon says with someone)
yeah i'm not much of a writer, am I? Oh well it's fun
Reviews are greatly appreciated