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Víðarr · 11-18-2023, 11:26 PM

The viking king watches as a boy, maybe about Erik's age, races off after him. Erik had been his navigator for the day, after the time they'd spent with the Armada during their travels. The roaming... it's the viking way. There were many other things within that viking way, things that Erik would learn later. For now, the boy would enjoy his cats, enjoy his training. Enjoy learning how to pack a punch, despite his difficulties. While many of his siblings showed more promise (Akito in particular managed to stand out), there was fight in him. Rage recognized rage, after all. All things that would come together in time. They were only boys now. They had time, and he refused to pit them against each other. Not these boys. Though no one quite knew it yet, life for the eldest viking litter was golden in ways it would never be for the others.

Someone was approaching him... a greeting, one that left the viking king tipping his head to the side for a moment. He'd seen this man before, during the fall of the false idol at his own hands. "I would not call it that, he is my son too." Víðarr's grasp of the common tongue was still tenuous in places, especially when he's been able to retreat and speak only the mother tongue around his pack. Well, it's good practice regardless. Still, there's a bit of a smile on the edge of his tone, and at the corners of his shadowed lips. While a stranger, Víðarr remained relaxed and neutral as he turned to look at Sirius.

The Armada-- Sirius Fatalis. There had been whispers, and the viking king could finally put a face to the name. While not particularly politically inclined, Víðarr has at least rough ideas. The lay of the land. "Víðarr Trygg, from Heiðinn." An introduction that he'd give with a relaxed smile, a confidence about him. Would it prove easier to trade the wool than he thought? Sirius's interest in the wool has his interest in turn. "Yes, beautiful wool, with the promise of more later in the season. Some bear pelts, and a pair of fine axe heads too." Víðarr gave a smile, a tip of his head. He'd come to trade as an honest man, but he wouldn't undersell himself by any means.

"Víðarr"

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