@Sköll
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Thistle stood on their newly fashioned borders. They still had a way's to go before they could lay claim, to the bay. However, she was a frequent visitor here. It aided in calming her worry, and her nervousness. She would be happier, when they finally claimed home and she had her own den again and they were far from the bloody beach. She had been working hard on learning her husbands tongue, especially since the children especially Tveir took to it like, there was no tomorrow.
She actually decided she wanted and impromtu lesson, and besides Ragnar had mentioned that the boy Skoll was an able bodied healer, it would be nice to learn some of his own trade secrets, she would in turn teach him what she knew if he wanted to learn. She lifted her sandy colored muzzle to the sky and called out to him. Then she lay down and waited, she was able to be away from the pups for longer periods of times, they were almost weaned, just a few more days and they would be eating nothing but regurgitated meat.
I used the dictionary you have as well as this http://imtranslator.net/translation/engl...anslation/ so it is a cross between norse and icelandic lol
She briefly wondered if he would even come, having forgotten for the moment that SKoll had taken over her own duties, at pup sitting while she left. However, she had passed Ragnar as they went separate ways he back to the ridge and she to the bay. So maybe, Ragnar would have went back to the pups, rather than take up a patrol of the ridge's borders until they were moved completely.
Thistle did not know how to handle the show of submission from Sköll, she maybe the Alpha's mate, but she herself was not an Alphess. She was still merely a peon on the proverbial Hierarchy ladder, and she was fine with this. Granted she was the highest ranking, other than her husband, but she was not the highest ranking, so it was a little odd to be shown such submission. She tried to accept it with grace, even though it did unnerve her at times.
She heard Sköll and turning her head she offered him a smile, She dipped her muzzle in acceptance of his hello and returned her own though broken as it was
Hello Vinr She had to think hard how to talk to him as best she could.
She took a moment to frown in contemplation as she thought of the words she would need to answer him.
"Ragnar Segir mér sem þú eru heilari? Yes? Me too. Ég hef forvitni if you would fregna plöntur hér? Skipta fyrir lærdóm í norrænni? "
She panted a little bit after that speech, her language broken and guttural compared to the finesse her husband and Skoll and their children could speak. However, she was proud of herself all the same.
Basically Icelandic/Old Norse is pretty much the same language. :P lol, I think Sköly-poly has a little crush on Thistle, lmao.
“Hello,” Sköll returned the common tongue word sheepishly, meekly, if only because it was probably the only word he had perfected. Hello. For a moment, he was reminded with his first ever meeting with Majesty …for he had felt the same way then as he did not in the presence of Thistle Cloud: meek and sheepish. She was beautiful and strong, and even to the Tiny Viking, in some ways intimidating though she had been nothing but absolutely friendly to him, even allowing him the trust to watch her children without her presence. It was easy for Ragnar to trust him, Sköll understood, because they had known each other for a long time, since Sköll had been born. Thistle did not have that same courtesy and he was still half expecting her to mistrust him. Sköll smiled wryly knowing that if Floki and Helga were here they would have liked Thistle immensely but for whatever reason his parents continued to suffer Váli’s bad leadership …likely in some doomed attempt to keep it afloat because if it fell to ruin generations would be lost.
A pack wealthy in intricate family trees and with culture and knowledge would be entirely lost for no doubt they would scatter. It was sad, when he thought about it.
Sköll was brought out of his thoughts when Thistle spoke to him again, this time using his language, though her words were a bit broken and unrefined. Of course, this was to be expected and so far she was doing much better with learning Norse than he had ever gotten trying to learn the common tongue; then again she had every incentive to learn it. Her husband spoke it natively, her children were learning it and catching onto it quickly, and he …though he was nothing but a caretaker to her, he understood, but he spoke it. It was not an advantage they shared when it came to languages. “Já” Sköll agreed with an enthusiastic nod of his head. “ Ég mun skiptast lærdóm norrænnar fyrir lærdóm af plöntum” It would be good to learn what was indigenous here and what wasn’t. Things were different from the North, this much had became abundantly clear to the Healer.
For a moment he stared at his paws before he lifted his face, shyly, to look at her, blazing orange eyes brightened by the blackened crimson markings painted under his eye, striking down his cheek like centered tears of mud and blood, that Ragnar had painted there using an eagle’s talon they had plucked from the bird before burying it in one of the caches of the Ridge. It was a silly thing really, a tradition his father and mother practiced but it made him feel like he belonged again, and made him feel closer to his parents. “Þakka þér, konan mín” He dipped his head to her, and waited patiently though the gangly Tiny Viking was eager to get started.
It's very hypocritical of him. xD [size=-3]but the ragnar he's based off of asked athelstan (who is basically who skoll is based off of) if he wanted to "join them" in bed sooo...i can't say that with certainty, LOL.[/size]
The Jarl’s wife had a smile of pure radiance. Sköll had only ever heard of angels when they had raided the cleric where Ragnar had stolen Nerian as his slave, but if he had to considering someone as angelic it would have been Thistle. The Tiny Viking’s skin grew hot beneath his fur and he felt immeasurably glad that wolves didn’t blush and hoped that the aversion of his eyes would be taken to be submissive as opposed to being lowered out of embarrassment, or shame; or since they seemed to be warring within the Flokisson for priority: both. Tell me Sköll, she spoke and then fell silent leaving a dangerous moment when his heart began to sprint in his chest afraid that she had found him out. However, after a stretch of moment that seemed to last for eons she finally spoke and he was able to calm the rapid beat of his heart. If she had suspected, at least, she hadn’t spoken about it of which he was grateful. She had asked about his markings, the ones Ragnar had assisted him in painting upon his face…and he wished he had a better answer for her but he didn’t. “Ég veit ekki. Faðir minn var alltaf með þeim, stundum gerði mamma líka. Ég spurði aldrei en ég trúði að það er bara eitthvað sem hann gerir,” Sköll admitted as he glimpsed around them, lowering his head to sniff cautiously at the ground that gave way to slopes of tall grasses that gave way to a sandy shore.
His ears perked atop the head as she told him about something she called ‘poppies’. That they were the seeds of this red flower and they were used for pain but if used too much could cause hallucination and addiction. It sounded very familiar to him. “Eins og Berserker sveppum sem við þorna og borða á hátíðum og áður bardaga?” He inquired in a thoughtful tone wondering if Ragnar had came across any of them. He would have had in order to ever go into battle or hold a proper festival.
We are an eager beaver xD and that is fine with me Excited Am I! And that seemed to be the way of many different cultures vikings, spartans, romans....etc etc...french. Homosexuality was actually widely accepted long time ago..what the heck happened to people snorts*
Thistle saw the want for home in his face. It was the same face she wore at times. She would not trade her life now for anything, she would change a few things, such as the sire of her children, but she couldn't do that, and the man that deserved the love was their father anyway in everything, but blood. But she did miss home, even at the best of times, it was like a ghost limb, a feeling that was there, but apart from her.
"Ja I Kunna, peir bara hafa kyn.....ligggrr áhrif" she had a hard time with one of the words she was trying to say so she drew it out, sounding it out as best she could, She did not mind that he was there, listening to her struggling, he himself could certainly understand the trials it was to learn a new language.
She tilted her head and smiled at him, with blue eyes and spoke softly
"Þakka þér fyrir að kenna mér" She shifted and stood to her small paws, her size mostly back to normal, though she was a bit thicker around the middle, but still both vikings towered over her.
I know, I'm sorry, lol. xD We're this close *pinches fingers really close together* at having what we need. Plus we'll be able to plot and stuff once we're moved and not in limbo (being in limbo kind of bothers me). xD My usually super long threads will be back and I won't care about the 'ten posts and done' once we're moved. :P Ahaha, I don't know! Ragnar (on the show) didn't suggest it because he wanted Athelstan (because he doesn't love him like that's it's definitely a brother affection) but b/c he wanted Athelstan to enjoy Lagertha. xD
“Yes,” Sköll offered her in her native tongue, the word spoken meek and timid, unsure if he had gotten it correct. ‘Yes’ and ‘no’ were kind of simple concepts and translated much easier than everything else, similar to ‘hello’ as a greeting but he was still unsure and was left with more doubt than he was confidence. The Berserker mushrooms did have bad side effects and many Vikings suffered from them for the rest of their lives as they grew dependent on it’s properties to allow them to ‘fight like demons’. They did not fear death by culture alone but the mushrooms blotted out the pain receptors and kept them going like a frightening force of nature even when they were bleeding out from a fatal wound because they didn’t feel it. In one manner: it was smart and strategic. On the other end of that, when it wore off, when they were back among their pack and family it’s side effects lingered. Addiction was only one of them. It amplified post traumatic stress in some, and in others caused them to hallucinate even without it in their systems.
Though Sköll did not voice it, out of respect for Ragnar and his wife, he suspected that even Ragnar suffered from the mushroom’s ill side effects. It was not present in the form of addiction, or post traumatic stress, but Sköll suspected with as much confidence as he knew that he drew breath, that it did or would affect the silver man in some way or another. “og þakka þér fyrir að deila, líka” Sköll told her with an answering smile as he watched her rise but he had settled upon his haunches and was contented to sit there and take in the land around him for a bit, maybe mark some borders so he could tell Ragnar he contributed.
It doesn't bother me I just enjoy teasing you a little bit. I would feel a bit affronted I think if my husband so much as even attempted to suggest that..i'd be like enjoy me...am I a toy for your amusement? Although I must say there are some men out there that I would let enjoy me....:D
Thistle's ear twitched at his attempt at english and she beamed at him.
"Gott starf" If Thistle had known he was a bit low on confidence, she would have done her best to make sure she helped to boost it. Confidence took you a long way in the world, if you were confident you usually succeeded so much better.
Thistle was not 100 percent sure exactly what side effects her husband had, but she did know he usually got a fever afterwards, because he got wounded so badly and thus the wound got infected. She sniffed gently at the weak borders and with a small smile she turned started trotting towards home, but she would mark some borders first, stopping ever so often to pee.