"The Space Between Life And Death, That’s Where We Are The Most Alive."
-Floki, The BoatBuilder
-Mirrored Responses
-21+ MV/MS rp
-Vikings RP, OC's welcome
-RT, & help a man find his clan.
@ConstantHelga between hers. "Perhaps today is a day for us to hide away from it all together?" he asked curiously, "Or perhaps you could hide me away before Ragnar comes looking for me?"
@ConstantHelga Floki slowly pulled his gaze from the waters, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Helga's head. "Nothing that should worry you now, my heart," he spoke into her hair, his arms slipping from around her waist so that he could step to her side. His long fingers lacing >
@ConstantHelga in which he had just been staring at, losing himself in thought for a moment.
(Hopefully it will fade soon. I can't imagine the destruction that is going to lay in its wake.)
@ConstantHelga Floki pressed a soft kiss to her temple his arms loosening slightly around her, but the shipbuilder did not move from being behind her. "There's trouble coming, my love," he commented lowly, "thing are going to change here in Kattegat." He shifted his gaze back out to the water>
@ConstantHelga "My mind is always dreaming," he admitted as his arms tightened around her, pulling her back flush against his chest. "It's always wandering," he added.
(Please keep me updated! These news reports are insane!!)
@ConstantHelga Floki couldn't help but notice how her face lit up the minute he revealed himself. He momentarily disappeared from her view, and slowly snuck up behind her, his lanky arms slipping around her waist.
"I have missed you too my heart," he whispered against her temple.
((We have>
He sneaks silently up behind @ConstantHelga, his lanky arms slipping around her waist in a tight hug. He dips his head just enough so he can bury his nose and face into her hair.
@ConstantHelga The minute she leaned back against him, Floki felt the instant calm surround him that she always provided him. She always calmed the wild storm that raged with in him. Feeling her arms resting over his, Floki's arms tightened around her slender waist. "Do you have a busy day >
>from a Christian?
A loud groan escaped from between his thin lips as Floki slid down the side of the boulder. He sunk to the ground, resting his back against the hard surface of the boulder as he cast his gaze away from Kattegat and to the water way that lead to the vast >
> hair, shaking his head as he watched the boats in the water approaching Kattegat. How could an outsider, a traitor, be given such a prestigious position near Ragnar's side? It made no sense to the boatbuilder. How could their Gods allow Ragnar to be swayed and take counsel >
#solo
Sitting high above Kattegat, Floki sunk his lanky figure down upon a boulder, his gaze lingering down upon the village that he had called home from the time that he was a mere babe. Life had changed since the times of his youth, but some how Kattegat, stayed the same. >
>The only thing that seemed to have changed to the boatbuilder was his relationship with his best friend Ragnar.
Somehow the outsider, the Priest Athelstan, had wormed his way into Ragnar's close circle. Angry at just thinking that, Floki raked his fingers through his short >