warriors do not show their heart
until the axe reveals it
She notes the scars around his lips (how had she never noticed them before?) and wonders what they might feel like running down the silvered lines of her back. Which is a completely inappropriate thought, and takes all the steam out of her intent to give him a severe tongue-lashing. It is further stayed by something about being back in the land of the living, and she frowns slightly. An odd turn of phrase - but there was the Afterlife, which she had had some sort of aid creating, if she is to interpret the mission correctly. Her mouth opens to fire off a question, but Magnus beats her to it, and she snaps it shut again.
Oh, how her mouth seems to always be pursed into thin line. It isn’t necessarily a flattering look (as Offspring so kindly pointed out - she is not a looker - and luckily for her, he likes his mates to be beautiful), but she has never known Magnus to like her (not like-like her) for her softness and winsome allure. There is a great silence, and then Lagertha looks the buckskin stallion in the eye. “The short version is that magic sent me to a hellish, upside down world, where I spent the last two years keeping myself and my daughter from being eaten by Monsters. The long version involves politics and from what I gather, the icing on the cake of Beqanna’s displeasure.”
The old battle-axe is tense, but she keeps the ire to a low simmer and relegates the agitation to a furiously lashing tail. Lagertha is years behind in moving on; each scar forced the resentment deeper into her body, until it seemed to be a part of her bones. She’s never really forgiven easily, which makes her a rather bitter, hard sort of woman right now. And she’s not quite sure she wants to talk about it. “Do explain what you mean by being back among the living.” she requests quickly, before looking away from him and back to the huddled masses.
The relief she feels in his presence is unnerving. Lagertha doesn’t know what to do with herself.
Lagertha
@[Laura]