His Punishing Angel [camrynn + any]

[Lagertha]

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

On some days, Lagertha things that if you’re bored, you’re just being lazy. Other days, she just wants to doze a little bit longer in the early morning sunlight, and if that is being lazy (indulging her real age, not the stop-and-start appearance), then so be it. She’s earned it.

Although after several years, her patience for the Fairy is wearing thin, and she’s about to throw in the towel and give up on her immortality. Which is absolute bullshit, because the Fairy itself said it would be in the Meadow for the inhabitants to petition it for reinstatement of their hard earned rewards. It’s looking more and more that if she wants to stop time for herself, she’ll have to take the throne and stop playing by the rules. Fine. Resume earlier plans. Move on, before she became an old bag of bones.

The General’s waterbuck horns now arc a good four or five inches above her ears, sharp and pointy and ringed. They no longer seem heavy, though they are a constant reminder of the responsibility she carries with her, day and night; the safety of the Jungle and her sisters is (usually) foremost in her thoughts. Except for the days when she lingers quietly in the Meadow, watching and waiting, and hunting for her lost Immortality. She can’t hear the others think, of course, so she doesn’t know she’s intruding - but can you blame her, the stallion’s burning tail is a freaking beacon. Show-off.

Oh - but - now wait. Lagertha has tricks of her own. Chuckling to herself, she coats her iron-gray skin in an armor of blood red garnets, leaving the onyx crown of thorns as a dark mark along her upper thigh. Her broad, muscular body glints with every confident step, and as she draws up alongside the gray stallion, she says simply, in her very matter-of-fact-Lagertha way, “I assume you know you’re on fire?”

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general