Re: Lagertha/Ragnar
[She screamed at him again, an outlet for her anger and fear, no longer thinking of hiding their presence from the people in the village below, be they friend or enemy. Each blow of hers that landed brought a desperate sort of satisfaction, and her mind knew that his disadvantage would be that he did not want to hurt her.
But his advantage was his size, and she was prone on her back. If she were still standing, she may have been able to use quickness or leverage against him, but he was able to capture her knife hand and lean hard to press her wrist into the dirt beneath them. It earned another wild cry from her and an attempt to bring her leg up high enough to connect with arm or shoulder? Anything that might loosen his grip on her.
But he was a warrior too, strong enough to have killed great wild creatures once, just to woo her. He was not a drunk, not strangely mad and weak as her current husband. She could not best him with a simple twist of her body to strike at him. He held her down even as she screamed again and tried to writhe away from him.]