Lagertha Loðbrók (couldntkillme) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-06-22 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | lagertha |
Who: Lagertha and Open
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Near the graveyard
What: Lagertha's arrival
Warnings: TBD
Status: In progress
Lagertha let out a growl of rage, her balled fist landing heavily on the wall of the building, little cascades of dust swirling down beside her head. This was not what should be happening. Ragnar was the new king of Denmark, her son, Bjorn, a prince; she should be with them, not here, wherever this was. She had fought so hard, her whole life, to keep her head above the water and provide what she could for her family and now, at the vital moment, she could not be with them.
Her own lands, in Hedeby, would be at risk, her men scattered to the winds. She needed to return to them but she didn't know how. No one she had come across so far had been able to help her; no one had been able to explain where she was, how she had come to be there or why everyone was speaking a strange form of English.
Athelstan had taught her a fair bit of his native language, although she had never been fluent in it like Ragnar was, but even what little she knew didn't seem to help her here. These people's accents were strange and they only seemed to understand the odd word in whatever phrases she tried. She had attempted to ask for directions to something she would recognise, some kind of landmark she would know, but all there seemed to be in this place was strange buildings and even stranger people. For the first time in her life, Lagertha was scared that she wasn't going to be able to cope.
The thought had crossed her mind that this could be Asgard, that she had somehow been surprised in the assault on Kattegat and been taken by the Valkyries to Odin or Freya, but there was nothing in this place which looked remotely like Valhalla or Fólkvangr - no great halls, with doors so wide that eight hundred warriors could march through at once, no field of the dead, waiting patiently for Ragnarök. This didn't even match the descriptions of Helheim. Lagertha had to concede; she was well and truly lost.