You followed Agnarr with your eyes as he drunkly laughed with a group of warriors, probably sharing stories about theirs lasts raids, not even once bothering to look back at you.
"Stop drooling" Ivar murmured by your side, rolling his eyes before turning to you. He never thought you'd be this type of girl, creeping on a man, not to say that he couldn't understand why you liked the man so much, he wasn't nothing out of the common,
"He wouldn't date me" you shrugged, taking another sip of you meat. There were many other girls chasing after him and well, you though that the best to do was stay away, keep your proud. "Who would date me?"
"I don't" he offered you a smug smile, alsmot hidden by the horn in close to his lips. By the other side of the table, Aslaug called his attention.
"Don't make me smack you in front of your people, Boneless" you flashed him the same smile, patting him on the head. "You wouldn't handle it anyway" you watched him from under your lashes, trying to keep your proud smile to yourself when the boys started to laugh.
"Go to Hel"
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VIKINGS IMAGINE - BOOK I
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