Saemund held a cold slab of meat to the purple hued area around his eye. He was frowning, due in part to the split lip he had, but mostly because the Man who had caused his pain was lying, staring, and right the fuck next to him.
"What the fuck do you want?" he jabbed
Njal replied "You're lookin' rough, " and with that added a sideways smirk.
Saemund groaned and turned over as best he could accomplish with his sore body. He didn't want to deal with this.
"'s what you get for bein' all 'imperialistic',Dane" Njal said.
Saemund could only sigh and say "You're pretty rough yourself, Norge" as he propped himself up on the wall of the House. After their 'clash of frustrations' they had both quietly limped inside to heal themselves. All they ended up doing, however, was collapsing right inside the door after grabbing some much needed bandages and slabs of frozen meat.
They had been there for perhaps an hour already.
The fight, including, but not limited to, kicking, punching, biting, and hair grabbing. Though bruised and battered, both could subconsciously agree that reverting to fists flying did not let out as much steam as they had wanted.
About the only thing they could agree on at this point is the fact that neither one enjoyed their situation.
"You called me Norge. Don't do that." Njal looked towards Saemund.
"Well I thought it'd convince ya that I didn't do anything at all to you, you're still the fucking dick of country that you used to be."
"Not technically though."
Saemund scoffed at Njal "Who even cares about technically? Yeah sure your 'honorary' name changed a bit, but you seem to not care that mine did too."
"You're not the one being owned though." Njal sighed " And yeah, there's no Norge anymore, so just stick to Njal and everyone'll be happier"
"Well I am no owner, mind you. I'm only here 'cause my King told me ta be."
Njal made a noncommittal grunt, and silence once again fell between the two.
"SSSSSHIT" Saemund hissed as he dabbed a water soaked piece of cloth to a rather large cut on his leg. "I mean, we're fucking immortal and shit, can't Idunn give us some more healing powers or something? I mean its great 'n all that I can't break my leg, but FUCK THIS STINGS"
Njal only chuckled at him, though he too grimaced from the pain radiating off his scraped up arm as he bandaged it up.
Once both of them finished, they again lied back against the wall.
"I hurt… everywhere." Njal said into the air.
"I'm with you." Saemund then staggered up onto his feet, "so I'm gonna…" he made a gesture that looked like him chugging back a large drink, and pointed towards one of the cabinets in the kitchen nook of the house.
He returned from burying around in the cabinet, and in his hands where two, rather large, horns of mead.
"Is that how you deal with stuff you don't like? Subdue it with alcohol?" Njal said.
"Hey if you don't.." Njal cut him off, hands grabbing at the horn in Saemunds hand, "No, I want it. I don't want to even think about your kings fucking power complex, I just want some mead right the fuck now."
Saemund laughed at him and handed over the horn. He sat back down next to Njal, and then both looked over at the other. With a simple quick glance, both raised themead to their lips, and with a shout of "Fuck the king" they tilted back their heads and drank.
"Why the fuck did we think this is a good idea, Saemund?" Njal said, looking up at the man's head that lied rested on his own.
ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER BECAUSE FUCK
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