Saemund awoke as the first light of day cast itself over the mountains. Rubbing at his tired eyes, he shifted into a more comfortable position. Stretching his arms out and arching his back, he groaned out a satisfying yawn. Opening his bleary eyes he looked out at his surroundings.

He had slept outside.

A blanket lay draped up to his waist, and he could feel a pillow resting behind him on the log. Why did I sleep out here? Saemund groaned again as his back cracked again with the strain of standing up. Ambling for stability, he managed to finally make it to his feet, though a soft thump and a slight moan stopped him from moving away. Looking down, he saw that Njal, still asleep, was right at his feet. Well alright then, He thought, must've fallen asleep on my leg and I didn't notice. He stepped quietly over the man. Looking around again, Seamund decided to make the most of his early rising and head out for some fire wood. Trudging into the house, he grabbed his trusty axe and headed through the door to the forest that lay outside it.

Walking briskly back across the grassy area containing the little ring of logs, and now also a snoring Njal, Saemund reached the edge of the woods and stopped. He turned around to glance back at the man. He still lay in much the same position as Seamund had left him in, curled up on the ground next to the log, but the force of his headrest being lost had resulted in his blanket slipping down to his waist. Saemund shivered just at the thought of leaving him in the slightly chilly morning air.

Saemund walked over to him and, cautiously, grabbed him under his arms and pulled him back up so that his head now rested on the side of the log. He took his blanket and pulled it up to his chin, a notion that the sleeping man seemed to register as he had unconsciously pulled it tighter around himself. Saemund smiled at this and grabbed his own blanket, which he had previously cast aside, and draped it over Njal as well. Satisfied with his work, Saemund stood up yet again and headed to the woods.

"FUCKKKKKK"

Saemund jumped up at the loud noise. What the fuck was th- "FUCKING HELL SHIT"

Saemund turned around from where he was chopping wood and looked towards the direction the screaming was coming from.

Grasping his axe tight, he bolted toward the edge of the woods and towards the house.

"NJAL WHAT'S WRONG?" He practically screamed as he dashed into the clearing containing the logs. His heart was racing and he stood prepared for anything, may it be a bear or an army of men. He held his axe out in case of attack and scanned the area for potential threats.

All he saw was Njal, leaned up against the house.

Saemund inquired "WHAT'S GOING ON? ARE YOU HURT? WHERE ARE THEY?" as he began frantically searching the area.

Still, he could find nothing out of place.

"Nothing's wrong you imbecile." Njal seethed.

"WHY WERE YOU SCREAMING THEN?" Saemund had paced over to were Njal stood, and continued to raise his voice even when he stood no more than three feet away. "YOU SHOULDN'T BE SCREAMING. YOU SHOULD ONLY SCREAM IF… YOUR SCREAM TO BODY RATIO WAS AT 'BEING EATEN ALIVE BY WOLVES' LEVEL. THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT." Njal screamed back, his face now looking straight up at Samund.

Besides his angrier than usual scowl and scathing look, something was visibly off with Njal. To Saemund he appeared unstable; something he picked up on when he noticed the Norwegian was still clutching the side of the house and swaying slightly.

"The hell're you looking at, Dane?" Njal hissed.

"What's wrong with you? Njal what're you-" "NOTHING GODDAMMIT" Njal yelled, and at that he ran away.

Well, At least he tried too.

Njal face planted straight into the dirt as soon as he tried to take a step away. Groaning, he rose up his hands, and in a fit of pure anger punched the ground with as much force as one could muster while still having their face pressed against the ground.

"What're ya doing Njal?" Saemund asked, wearing a particularly condescending smile.

"WHY HAVING A CULTURE FEST OF COURSE, I FELT ME AND THE NICE, BROWN, NORWEGIAN DIRT COULD HAVE A LITTLE BONDING TIME, YA KNOW?" Njal screamed into the ground. He picked himself up as best he could, and shakily made it over to the house where he then hung onto the door frame.

Saemund couldn't help but laugh at this, and the hateful glances Njal shot at him weren't helping his case.

"What're you doing Njal? Haven't got your land legs have ya?" Saemund chuckled out.

"What do you mean, idiot Dane… shouldn't you be like this too?" Njal questioned.

"Um, no? I'm not drunk, or whatever the hell you are right now" Saemund answered.

"Damn… you.. You don't feel anything?"

"Uh…" Saemund had to think for a moment, what am I supposed to be feeling? "No?"

"Not even a slight… uneasiness? Like the ground is just… shaking or something?" Njal furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Uh.. noooo…-oh. OH. Today's… Thorsday correct?" Saemund questioned.

Njal could only stare at Saemund in utter confusion.

"What in the hell are you.." he cut himself off as Saemund continued looking at him for an answer. "yes. Today is Thorsday. You've been here like.. 3 days. Why?"

"Today's supposed to be the actual day that you… your will country become… with me." Saemund said. "Most countries go through… side effects." Saemund chuckled to himself and added much more confidently " Of course being the Argr that you are they're probably worse than usual"

Njal glared at him and said "I will throttle you, Dane."

"That's nice, Norwegian." Saemund said, now with an even bigger smile on his face.

"Don't use my own mockery against me." Njal bit out.

Saemund only smiled wider.

After a few tense moments, Saemund spoke up again.

"So, Congratulations?"

"What are you talking about, Dane." Njal finally said, still staring at him with murderous intent.

"Well I guess technically you're a Dane now too, Dane." Saemund smiled. "so should I say, that's nice, DANE."

Njal's death glare met Saemunds cheekier than ever grin, and coming to a silent agreement, they both lunged forward.

AW SHIT

THOSE BE FIGHTIN' WORDS

next chapter is going to be so fun oh my god

it involves asses

lots

of asses

and Sweden.

yep~