[His heart stops for that moment, his breath stills and all he can hear is the silence of the woodland surrounding them, all he can do is look upon her face. Normally he's one to remain completely composed, was able to handle objectives at a moments notice but this takes away his moment to focus on anything else but her. The shield in his hand, the axe, they immediately drop to the ground with a thud as soon as familiarity seeps in, rushing over him like a fever. Seeing her here, knowing its her it's like an illusion of first, hard to believe, hard to process. Since his arrival here he has not gone a day without thinking of her, thinking of his family and wishing he could return to them and assure their safety after everything that happened, everything that had come to pass. His fists clench at his side tightly, his eyes close for a moment then open to see her still standing there and he knows its not a dream. His heart suddenly races within his chest, his breath quickly picks back up once more and is shallow from his lips. It is her and she is no longer still, she is running.
She is running at him.
Ragnar Lothbrok watches her weapons drop to the ground, watches her approach him and he reacts, bringing up his hands to clasp around her waist the moment that she hits him and they fall back to the forest floor. It doesn't hurt, not in the least, only leaves him without a breath for a split second before she is punching him and he exhales sharply with a laugh, tilting his head back against the ground and wincing slightly before looking back at her, his legs shifting to intwine with her own.]
I made you lose nothing. [Came the teasing reply as he smirked, shifting his body, throwing his weight to the side to try to catch her off balance and knock her onto her side. With any success he'll try to pin her on her back, reaching for her attacking hands with the same look upon his face as he normally did when they got into these little tussles, seemingly violent to watching eyes but it was day to day for them, normal and by the gods she was here, she was real.] How was I supposed to know you were hunting?
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She is running at him.
Ragnar Lothbrok watches her weapons drop to the ground, watches her approach him and he reacts, bringing up his hands to clasp around her waist the moment that she hits him and they fall back to the forest floor. It doesn't hurt, not in the least, only leaves him without a breath for a split second before she is punching him and he exhales sharply with a laugh, tilting his head back against the ground and wincing slightly before looking back at her, his legs shifting to intwine with her own.]
I made you lose nothing. [Came the teasing reply as he smirked, shifting his body, throwing his weight to the side to try to catch her off balance and knock her onto her side. With any success he'll try to pin her on her back, reaching for her attacking hands with the same look upon his face as he normally did when they got into these little tussles, seemingly violent to watching eyes but it was day to day for them, normal and by the gods she was here, she was real.] How was I supposed to know you were hunting?