Stavanger Bay [m] ride of the valkyries

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Thistle was fast becoming irritated with the girl in front of her. Just as she was with all of Ragnar's spawn, despite her own. She was tired of constantly answering questions, and constantly trying to prove that she was just as worthy, probably more so than all the other freaking whores that Ragnar had slept with or conceived children with. Frankly, she was just tired of defending herself. It wasn't fair, and she was tired of it, and if Ragnar had been here right now .She probably would have ripped a chunk out of his fur, on principle. Thistle froze quietly at the girls words, and stared at her a strange look on her face.

Hann sagði mér að ég hélt hjarta a skjöldur-mær og hjarta hans. Hann dreymdi hann birgði mig blóðmör ég trúi er hvernig hann orðaði það. Faðir þinn var mikið eins og þjóðsaga hans, þar til hann hitti mig. Og jafnvel þá var hann enn eins og það, bara ekki eins lauslát en hann var samt bara maður.