ran my wandering mind away, Lagertha

[Lagertha]

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

Ugh. Do you know how much Lagertha hates the fact that it has taken her half a year to get back into pre-baby fighting shape (then again, she had a very high standard of fighting shape, so… there was probably a noticeable difference). There’s no way in hell that mares who continuously pop out kids can every be true warriors.

Which is just fine. She doesn’t want to have any more children any time soon, unless it is for more political positioning. That’s a hard limit.

The only thing that could change her mind would be for someone to come and sweep her off her feet.
Please stop laughing. It’s a… possibility. Not a probability. A possibility.
She has all the time in the world. Someone might eventually come along.

The hardened, steel-gray warrior is taking half of a personal day, or something like that. She needs to cool down a bit, and decides to venture out of the warm, wet depths of the Jungle. Normally, she would relish the heat during the winter, but today is different. Today she is restless; there had been so much activity lately that a lull leaves her legs itching for something to do. Which is slightly ironic, given that she ended up in the Meadow. Nowhere is as exciting as her Jungle.

A slightly familiar voice makes Lagertha turn her head, her gaze coming to rest on the Tundra man she’d met the year before. “Crito,” she says in greeting. “Is the Tundra getting too cold for you in winter?” She chuckles, and then decides to answer his question. “I needed some potential political power. Seemed like an offer I couldn’t refuse.” She shrugs (nevermind that she had offered up her own womb), and then smiles a little deviously. “So… how’s the ousting of the King going? Did my little steal ruse work?”

She doesn’t know he’s Scorch’s sister. She also doesn’t know the brother’s don’t know it was all her doing.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general