son of valkyries - dalten, any

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

Of course he would be stubborn. He is her son, after all. Lagertha chuckles at his indignation and little tiny snorts.

“Come on, Dalten. Up and at ‘em. No son of mine is going to face the world lying down.” She tries to nuzzle her nose underneath his ribcage and literally lift him to his feet. But he is clearly adamant that he will be going nowhere. She briefly wonders what Tiphon was like as a child and if Dalten perhaps has an inordinate amount of stubbornness in him, due to both sides of his lineage. Either way, the current attempts aren’t working, so she decides on a more novel way to get him up (and it doesn’t involve simply waiting for him to get hungry). She allows a thick, sturdy vine to grow from her coat and weasel its way under the cracks between body and ground, then loop around the boy and try to hoist him up.

Maybe now he’ll get the picture. It’s only for his well being, after all. And surely his tummy is rumbling enough that he’ll stay up and nurse? Because Lagertha was uncommonly tired and wanted to take a nap. This motherhood thing was already trying her patience.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general