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Realistic or Modern Age of Vikings (Always Accepting!)

Astrid frowned, the woman was getting on her nerves, she understood her fear but it was yet confirmed what any of these men had planned, she was under her protection for now. As a hush fell across the crowded hall, she moved herself away from the fire, standing next to Leiknir. She was now facing the Earl, she awaited his speech, watching Leiknir from the corner of her eye, "you got yourself a slave?" she whispered pouting slightly, a tingle of jealousy flickered through her eyes as she stared at the red headed girl.
 
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Magnus wrinkled his brow when his leave stated she wasn't hungry or thirsty. This was turning out to be caring for a child. "Drink. You need to drink." He said a bit more forcefully this time. Magnus had been living off a diet of water and dired meats for the past weeks, so the great meal laid out before them was like a dream come true. Taking a chunk of pork in his hands, Magnus tore off a piece with his teeth, the aroma of the meat was overwhelming and and the flesh almost seemed to melt in his mouth. Magnus then took a hardy swig out of his mead flagon, some of the liquid flowing down his chin and onto his tunic. Swiping, the sweet brew off his face with his arm, Magnus quieted, now seeking that his earl was about to to speak.


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"Our raid west was a great success!" Agnar started, the men from the raid cheered in agreement "We raided many treasures of gold and silver and lost few of our brave men and the ones we lost are now feasting with Odin in Valhalla like we are feasting now" He paused, he knew everyone was waiting to hear how he would divide the treasure, would he divide it evenly? Or keep most of it for himself? He held the room in anticipation thought before speaking "Every warrior who came on the raid will get an equal share of the loot! Even myself, will have no more treasure then any other man" The room cheered, banging their mugs on the table as the music resumed.
 
As the men sheeted on for whatever gods forsaken reason, as Azura was trying to ignore him the whole time, Azura slowly scooted her chair closer to the fireplace before her, an idea popping in her head.
 
"You got yourself a slave?" Leiknir heard Astrid whisper, and, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she looked jealous! He blinked twice, then looked back and forth between Astrid and Sarnat, who seemed to be staring each other down. He was about to respond, when Earl Agnar began his speech. Leiknir snapped to attention, grinning as his comrades cheered. When things calmed down, the feast began!


He sat at the nearest table, an empty chair on either side of him. Sarnat quickly took the seat to his left, and Leiknir gestured to his right, looking at Astrid. “Join us, and we shall feast together,” he said, a wide, genuine smile evident on his face.


Sarnat wasn’t sure just what to make of the pretty viking woman, but she remembered her from the boats. She was the healer, the one who had gone out of her way to care for the other captive women. She liked that. Their language barrier posed a rather large problem, but she was already determined to learn to speak Leiknir’s tongue. But anything can happen; maybe they could be friends? Sarnat hadn’t had a real friend in years.
 
Astrid looked behind her at Azura then back at Leiknir, "I would, only she refuses to eat, and the Earl won't be happy if she dies under my care" she frowned, her eyes meeting with the red heads again, unsure what to make of her she nodded accepting her presents. She was hungry though, her stomach let out a growl, snatching a cup from the table, and a few bits of meat, she ate them quickly,it would have to do her for now, she could return after this woman ate some damn food. She excused herself, heading towards Agnar, she lowered herself into a bow in front of him, "My Earl, I wish to speak about the girl with you" her eyes looked up at him, worried.


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Azura's fear seemed to fade away in time as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her fingers felt her face, she could feel the heavy bags under her eyes from lack of sleep, her lips felt dry, her eyes stung, she had a headache, but on the bright side she wasn't getting some "blood eagle" sacrifice. She just hoped this would kill her beforehand. Azura's head hung limply over her shoulder, and her eyelids continued to try and stay open, although her eyes continued to try and rollback into her head.
 
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Malina had given the whole feast a miss, she did not feel up to being eyeballed and possibly groped in all the merriment.


Picking up her sword she headed outside and decided her time was better spent getting in practice.



Taking a deep breath she was outside take a few practice swings and jabs.






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Decthalia didn't pay any attention to what he was saying to her. "No." She said with such a stern and confident voice that women who are slaves dared to have but could never find the courage to speak up for themselves. Decthalia looked around the table at men who were devouring the meat, watching as the tender peice of flesh tore off the leg of the meat. Decthalia knew she should have stayed hidden but she herself promised that she would find a way to free the children.
 
"You can call me Agnar" Agnar said to Astrid, afterall she had grown up on a farm on the outskirts of Egersund and he had vaguely known her for a long time and her father had known his and so on. He could see the worried expression on her face "What is it?" He asked, looking from her to Azura who looked very unwell.


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"Oh, right, Yes Agnar" she smiled, slightly embarrassed by her formalities, looking down at her hands, "She refuses to eat, I cannot mend her" she looked back at the woman who was sitting closer to the fire, "what will become of her?" her eyes switched back to Agnar, "she is fustrating me, I do not wish her to die while I am caring for her..." she shifted on the spot taking a large gulp of mead, it felt good as it slipped down her throat, relaxing her slightly.


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Agnar smiled as he watched Astrid, something he hadnt done since he had become Earl "what will become of her?" He thought on her words before speaking, he had never intended to kill Azura even though he had threatened and struck her, he thought back to the events that had happened on the boat "You know, it isnt easy being Earl" He started "You cannot show weakness which makes it difficult to help people" Agnar paused "Especially with a mouth like hers" He added "She wont be killed, if we can turn her she make a valuable asset when we return to England" Agnar was surprised about how much he was sharing with Astrid which as an Earl could be dangerous for him.
 
Astrids face lit up, "Oh, thank you my Earl, I mean Agnar! that is wonderful news" she turned on her heel and hurrying back to her spot by the fire. She smiled at Asura, "you are safe" she assured her, "now please, have some broth, you look like death" she began to serve the broth in a wooden bowl, it was clear with bits of leak floating around in it, she went to reach for her gag, she snapped her hand away looking back at Agnar for permission.


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Agnar chuckled at Astrid's excitement as he sat back down on his throne, it was strange that she cared so much for a foreigner they had captured during the raid. Agnar nodded at Astrid, giving her permission to take off the gag but at this stage it was far to dangerous to undo the binds on her hands. He watched as the men feasted, his eyes moving to the large pile of treasure in front of him and the gold cross that lay on top "Christian" He muttered to himself thinking of the foreign religion.
 
She nodded, turning back to Azura she gently removed the gag, placing it at her side, "Please, for the love of Odin, eat the broth" she forced the bowl towards her face, waiting for her to take a sip. Her eyes drifted back towards Leiknir, and his slave girl, her hair was more red than hers, she envied it, where hers was a brownish red, the slave's was as red as fire, she was glaring at her not conscious of her expression.


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Inghard and a few other warriors had burst into song as the other end of the longhouse, Inghard standing on the edge of the fire pit and bellowing out the lyrics about an old man and his quest to slay an absurdly large boar.


Finishing the song and clapping a few of the men on their backs he went outside to relieve himself when he saw the slave he had taken was using a sword she must have picked up on a sword post.


He barked out a laugh, "Slaves are not permitted to carry weapons," he called out while relieving himself on a post.
 
You could see some sort of spark light up in Azura's eyes. As soon as the gag was removed she croaked out hoarsely "That hurt like a bitch." She said with a small grin. She stared at the spoon raised at her face, then looked at Astrid with raised eyebrows "Really? I'm getting hand fed?" Azura asked in fake disbelief. She then noticed jealously in her eyes and her glaring at the redhead. "Punch her, kill her, or just kick her ass." she said meaning the redhead.
 
Malina turned around to look at Inghard and frowned folding her arms.


She had come here when she could have fought back.



"If you want me to not use a blade, then take it from me"


She looked at him, she had given up a lot coming here but she would not give up her training.



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Her eyes flicked back to Azura, "She is one of you, I would not wish harm on you, so why should I harm her?" she frowned, putting the spoon in her mouth and serving another mouthful, "as for hand feeding, you will have to deal with that til Agnar has more trust in you" she lifted the spoon to her mouth again, "why did you refuse food and sleep for so long?" her face showing the worry she had for the woman.


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Inghard looked at her and paused, not having expected that response. After a moment he pulled his pants back up and turned, looping his belt. He approached her steadily, stopping a few feet in front of her.


He reached down and quickly slipped the axe at his hip out of the loop on his belt and cocked his head, wondering what her next move would be.
 
Malina eyed him with the axe, she did not want to use a weapon against him.


Throwing down the sword she raised her fists and made a quick swipe with her hands.



She respected him enough to not want to hurt him with a weapon.






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Azura was looking better already, her skin was no longer a sickly pale but resumed looking back to her fine porcelain skin. She looked like she was rather pouting as she was hand fed, looking grim as another spoon went into her mouth. "And I'd risk getting bound again if it meant punching Agnar back as hard as he hit me." Azura said in all seriousness, her voice a little less hoarse then it was.


Although a grin showed on her face, hinting she was kidding. However her face went straight at her question. "I will not die on other peoples terms or schedule. I would rather die then let them have any victory over me....I would also rather die then become a slave...again." Azura added in.
 
She glanced at Agnar as she put another spoon full of broth to her mouth, "he really isn't that bad, he has to put on a show for the men, otherwise what would they think of him? he's the big Earl that takes pitty on pretty woman?" she smiled turning her attention back to Azura, "how are you feeling now? would you like some mead?" she looked around for her cup.


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Azura glanced at Agnar "Your right. Hitting woman is a great way to make an impression ." She said sarcastically. However her grin widened as she suggested mead "Only if I can get drunk with it, and I'm feeling fine. " Azura said smugly.
 
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"Your loss." Magnus said with a sigh, as the hall began to roar with song. The swede quickly joined in, slamming his fists against the thick, oaken table. Going back to his slave, the man grinned as his pale blue eyes met hers. Love hungry and half drunk on mead, It may have just been the brew talking, she looked more beautiful than ever. From her eyes to her face, to...other


parts. She looked practically flawless to him. Pulling her close, he felt the warmth of her body against his. "Heh..." The large man chuckled before forcefully kissing the slave woman on the lips for the second time. This earned both cheers and scoffs from the many denizens of the packed hall.


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