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TEST DRIVE #6


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But she errs on the side of caution, knowing full-well that she doesn't know this terrain well in the slightest. One misstep could see her in any number of situations she'd much rather avoid. Patience tends to pay off anyway. That is definitely true now, as she can just barely hear something move ahead of her; a rustling of leaves, the smell of fresh earth rising in the air. She pushes her spear forward, taking on a position by which to more effectively defend herself—
and is faced with both the last and the best person she might ever hope to be trapped in this place with. The breath leaves her lungs in a long gush of air, ghosting before her in the cold stillness of the forest. Lagertha could smile. She could laugh. Hell, she might even be forgiven for running straight into his arms and laying one on him. All of these and more certainly are tempting. But what she ends up doing? Well, it involves running, certainly.
However, she runs at him like a woman going to war, and she only drops her weapons (smartly, she thinks) when she is within a four foot radius of him. Then, she takes a leap at him, a flying tackle that would leave lesser men senseless. Not him, though. Lagertha is counting on it. Her fist rises in the air, aimed dead-staright at his gut, a smack she thinks he well-deserves. )
You made me lose my prey! ( Her words are hissed from between clenched teeth, pride causing her to tip her chin up and the weak sunlight filtering through the canopy to catch and flash in her eyes. She is.. so very relieved to see him here. The priest must be with their children, she assures herself of this.
Which is why she feels quite justified in another attempt to hit him. He can take it, right? Or he can turn it around on her, like he tends to enjoy doing so much. Either way, she can't complain. They'll catch that bloody board and find their way home. Nothing is impossible when they're together. )
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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?
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Her eyes find his, blue on blue, and she returns his gaze with intensity. Inevitably, his arms pull her down into his body, and his legs weave and meld with her own. She is trapped, for all intents and purposes. For now. He knows better than to think he can hold her for long, or if she does not wish it. It so happens that she does. Too long, she has gone without seeing his face, or those of their children. A woman more sentimental than she might weep for joy.
Instead, she shoots a smirk at him and hits him again, choosing this moment to lean forward and capture his mouth with hers in a searing kiss. Her teeth nips at him, and her nails dig hard enough into his back, now that she is holding him, to convey just how happy she is to see him. It doesn't last, though; abruptly she breaks the kiss. )
How were you not to know there was a boar in your path? Has your skill in tracking dimmed in your old age?
( She laughs, letting him momentarily pin her on her back. Why not? In the end, he will go and fetch the boar he's caused her to lose. Her eyes sparkle while she simply looks at him, daring him to restrain her. He has her hands, but not her legs. And she is swift to employ both her legs and feet, aiming jabs at his shins, calves and groin in order to hopefully gain her freedom. This is hardly a domestic dispute. Far from it: it is fun, a never-ending challenge they both yet relish in each other. One day, Bjorn will understand and not nearly experience an apoplexy should he witness them like this again.
Lagertha writhes and twists her body, trying to gain back her leverage and turn the tables back in her favour. If they're going to do this in the woods, it's going to be after dinner has begun roasting on a spit. )
By the gods, you can wait. I'm hungry. ( Naturally, that trumps everything. )
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The woman's words cause another laugh to sound within his chest as he feels the success of his momentum pin her against the forest ground, the foliage from his own decent sticking to his back, shedding leaves around them from the quick movement. He knows better that he cannot hold her for long but the smirk upon his lips grows as his hands hold tight around her wrists, trying to move his legs and body out of the way of her feet, prone for the attack.]
You assume I was tracking the beast in the first place. [The final word is on a winded breath as she strikes near his groin, moving just inches out of the way from something far more painful if it were any closer. He moves his body to shift more weight upon her, rising back then pushing back down roughly to try to cement her more into the earth. The brightness of his eyes apparent, he looks down upon her with affection, playful and raw.]
And what is it you are hungry for, my love? [His eyes lid, suggestiveness heavy in his tone as he allowed her the shift in weight and rolled to his side, still holding onto her wrists like a lifeline, his thumb brushing under the pulse of softer skin.] Or will only blood satisfy you?
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That kiss was fantastic, and she is quite proud and smug when they part, and he looks satisfied, despite the fact that she didn't completely go along with him. He likes that about her, she knows; that she goes her own way, because inevitably it ends up running completely parallel with his own. And for a moment when she lies there, pinned beneath his weight, she laughs, and then leans up to swipe her tongue over his mouth, a tease, more or less, because then she is nipping at him again and trying to evade being caught by him further. )
Then what were you doing? Resting in the middle of the afternoon? You truly must be getting old! ( Well, shit. He's got her, hasn't he? And her attempts to get him have more or less failed. Allright, allright. Fine! Two can play at this game. Arching her body up, she presses herself to him from her hips on upward. Her eyes, bright and gleaming even in the shade of the forest dance merrily. )
Yours just might if we end up without anything to eat for the evening meal. ( Though the intensity with which she looks at him is clear: she is so there for anything else. Later. Twisting her legs, she cages a hold upon his like a vise, and throws all her weight into rolling herself over, or at least an attempt to do so to finally free herself from his hold. )
You have two options: catch that boar and spend the night without sleep, or do not and risk my wrath. Which shall it be?
( Hah. As if she'd ever seriously hurt him. But her wrath is still threat enough to have some sway here, which she is banking on. She'll decide later whether or not to actually carry it out or not. )
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The banter between them is endless and they both play it off, but inside his chest Ragnar's heart is racing quickly with the excitement he held within, being able to see her face and feel her presence. Pinned beneath him, the laugh she shares is like a warmth and he feels it within the very bones of his body, the taste of her tongue upon his mouth, the teasing gesture causing a sly grin to spread across his features as he feels her body arch up into his own, his own hips canting downwards to meet the motion. His vivid eyes are locked on her face, chuckling at her words and giving a shake of his head.]
You think the worst of me. [The tone he offers is not genuine because he knows it's all play and offers it back at her, the smile on her face is enough to keep it that way and as she continues to speak, he listens intently, ignoring the surroundings of the woodland for now, completely focused on her and that is when he feels her legs around his own. The throw of her body he allows and melds into, rolling his own form to the side and back onto his back, looking up from the ground to the sky, her image silhouetted against the parting in the trees. His hands immediately move from her wrists to her hips and hold tight, fingers splaying against the material of her armour.]
A dilemma, but here is my rebuttal. [His hands pulled her down, pressing her hips against his own as he arched up against her, a wry smirk crawling across his lips.] A night without sleep and your wrath to contend with. I'm not hungry for boar.
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It is entirely a pleasure to be back here in his arms, a return to the familiar and the joyful. She knows entirely where she stands, and even when he is being a little shit as he is currently, she is not at all displeased. Quite the opposite. His teasing earns him both a hard whack to the gut as well as a laugh. As always, she can give him points for trying. )
Always. ( If this goes on any longer, she won't be able to think, let alone move. His actions are indeed evoking a response in her body. Her heart races hard against her ribs, and her stomach flutters and tightens into knots. And he knows damned well what he does to her, too. She grits her teeth and squints her eyes in mock ferocity, and grabs at both his hands, locked upon her hips. Her nails dig in hard, so that he might let go before she forgets herself and fast food really becomes a relevant term. There are leaves and twigs in her hair and attached to her clothing, and she still can't focus upon anything else in this entire forest but for him.
Though she knows she has no choice. Her stomach growls, proving that why yes, she is quite hungry. ) Yet I am. Listen. ( Again, her stomach growls. The look in her eyes intensifies. )
I want that boar. Whether you're coming with me or not. But if you do, I might be kind and make a meal of you later.
( The suggestion is heavy in her tone, and she winks at him. )
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In all honesty, the Northman knows very well what is doing, how he is tempting her and can feel the bend of her will but no, his wife is far more stubborn than that and knows how to get to him as much as he knows how to get to her, under each others skin but only in the best way possible. Her nails upon his wrists bite into his flesh and his grin broadens, flexing his fingers tighter before letting go with a laugh that catches his breath as he drops his head back onto the forest floor in a consent of defeat, his palms up, fingers spread, turning to wrap his fingers around where he could grab hold of her forearms.]
Very well. [Amusement laced his tone as he listened and then allowed another sound of laughter to catch his tone, hearing the groans of her stomach and making a move to slowly pull himself up off the ground he laid upon.] We can't have your gut singing and chasing the hunt away, after all.
[The suggestion is picked up on and he smirks, eyes lidding in a playful expression before he leans upwards to claim a small kiss of her lips.]
Let's track a boar.
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The forest returns to life in a burst of sound and colour the moment he releases her wrists. Birds flap their wings and call trillingly overhead, and she can feel the tickling sensation of an ant crawling along her arm. The pair of them are covered in twigs, leaves and mud. There is a streak of it as wide as her thumb is long upon her left cheek, and she can't help but laugh in unison with him. This is familiar. More along the lines of what they both find familiar. )
That would be impossible when you've already chased it away. ( The upturn of her mouth has a smug air to it, and she grins as he pulls them up, the ant falling back to the damp earth, forgotten. Lagertha presses her index and middle fingers together, and jabs him playfully just beneath his ribs with another laugh of her own. )
It is heading east.
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Her words make him chuckle once more and give his eyes a small roll skywards before looking back to her with a lidded gaze. Reaching up he took hold of her hand and pulled himself to his feet, dusting off his slacks and tunic before he feels the jab into his torso and the chuckle turns more into a laugh as he makes a move to grab her wrists once more, trying to pull her close and throw her a little off balance but keeping her upright.]
It won't go far. [Came his playful reply before releasing her once more and striding back to his things to pick them up, throwing his shield over his back, quick to return to her side as if this could be a dream, as if when he turned around she would no longer be there.]
Come on then, woman. Get your weapons. [The teasing of his voice was obvious, the smile on his lips matching it, his expression lidded as he shooed at her with the handle of his axe.] Always dragging your feet.