Thorfinn sometimes wondered if he had done something to offend the gods... okay, maybe he knew he had hundreds of times over but the gods were meant to smile upon warriors. He didn't feel so very smiled upon at the moment.
Thorkell and his troops had arrived on the Ketil farm two months before buying his freedom and in exchange for his agreement, they paid for Einar and Arneis as well, Garnar had been killed before they could save him so the two were together now heading to Norway, they were not allowed to join Thorfinn as he was being taken to Jomsburg to replace his grandfather as Chieftain of the Jomsviking.
What did this have to do with anything? Well, Thorkell had known the boy was as pure as snow through the king of Denmark. The boy king who had once and still called himself Thorfinn's friend despite selling him into slavery. He had known from a drunken talk in Merica that Thorfinn had never wanted to sleep with anyone, and when Thorkell poked fun he realized the same was still true.
His great nephew was nearing his twentieth year and was still a virgin. That great blood was never meant to be preserved for sacrifice, no it was to be sewed and passed on. "Just fucking stay here boy." Thorkell pointed at him slamming the door, he was in a chamber of a strange room. They stopped in London, it was on the way. Though he was nervous, knowing both what was supposed to happen and that Canute was somewhere in england still. He couldn't face the king.
Thorkell himself all of seven foot four and all muscle walked down to meet the men who went to get the girl. Thorkell was the Earl of Jelling, he wouldn't sent anyone less than lovely to deflower his great nephew.
Thus left Thorfinn picking at his nails nervously, this was so stupid. he wanted nothing to do with any of it.
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Date: 2016-08-02 01:46 am (UTC)Thorkell and his troops had arrived on the Ketil farm two months before buying his freedom and in exchange for his agreement, they paid for Einar and Arneis as well, Garnar had been killed before they could save him so the two were together now heading to Norway, they were not allowed to join Thorfinn as he was being taken to Jomsburg to replace his grandfather as Chieftain of the Jomsviking.
What did this have to do with anything? Well, Thorkell had known the boy was as pure as snow through the king of Denmark. The boy king who had once and still called himself Thorfinn's friend despite selling him into slavery. He had known from a drunken talk in Merica that Thorfinn had never wanted to sleep with anyone, and when Thorkell poked fun he realized the same was still true.
His great nephew was nearing his twentieth year and was still a virgin. That great blood was never meant to be preserved for sacrifice, no it was to be sewed and passed on. "Just fucking stay here boy." Thorkell pointed at him slamming the door, he was in a chamber of a strange room. They stopped in London, it was on the way. Though he was nervous, knowing both what was supposed to happen and that Canute was somewhere in england still. He couldn't face the king.
Thorkell himself all of seven foot four and all muscle walked down to meet the men who went to get the girl. Thorkell was the Earl of Jelling, he wouldn't sent anyone less than lovely to deflower his great nephew.
Thus left Thorfinn picking at his nails nervously, this was so stupid. he wanted nothing to do with any of it.