Re: Lagertha/Ragnar
[She scowled up at him when he sat up, still wary enough of attack to not want to reveal either of them. But no one jumped out from the grass or the nearby cluster of trees and bushes. Her hand stayed near her own sword hilt, not yet comfortable enough to relax.] I cannot... [She frowned more and looked again at the village below them. It remained peaceful, and the longer she watched, the more she recognized people, barely changed from her long-ago memories. Even children, who she knew were supposed to have grown, had remained the same. And that was not meant to be. What had happened? She turned to him again, to question him, to demand answers that he was not giving, and her gaze finally locked on what had been bothering her, itching at her mind, since he fell clumsily off his horse.
She closed the distance between them with hardly more than a flicker of warning, her hand suddenly clenched in his hair close to his scalp, pushing his head so that she could more closely study the right side of it, bare where his hair was shaved away. The skin there was free of the inked lines of the raven he had claimed before she had left. If anything, she would have expected him to add to it in the years since. She knew of no way to make the tattoo disappear other than cutting the skin away from flesh, and there was no scarring to betray that had happened.] Where is it? [Her words were a hiss, her fist tightening in his hair more, even as the fingers of her other hand touched the side of his head above his ear, tracing lightly where she remembered the lines to have been.]