of the old gods - any

[Lagertha]

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

Give up the wings? Fine. Easy. No, really. She had taken them on because no one else stood out. If giving them up meant gaining her immortality back, she would have carved them from her shoulder blades right then and there. Lagertha would gladly bleed, if it meant she would no longer feel her age (which was not old, exactly, but it also wasn’t young.. and time just kept on ticking).

With her question finally answered, Lagertha returns to the Jungle, eager to find someone to pass the wings off to. It may be slightly irresponsible, but no one is a fucking saint all the time. She holds the dark gray and white wings close to her body, keeping her head low to avoid getting her horns stuck on something (that was really the only downfall - moving through the thick greenery with such large additions). A plan begins to form, but for once she is ultimately unsure of how to proceed. She asked for someone to prove themselves, and yet none have (there hasn’t been much time - but still). So without seeming like she’s going back on her word (which would never do), she has to find an alternative way to pass them on.

Perhaps if someone asked… if someone were to want to try and prove themselves, that might work... Lagertha muses over the idea as she heads towards the main gathering area, combining it with a mental checklist that seems to be growing ever longer.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general