Vikings Stories Novels & Stories

he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes looking up and to the left as if remembering. “It happened during the battle of Maldon. I was a Viking, one of the few black Vikings. My lineage went back through the Viking god, Odin, and so I was very respected. A warrior in those days fought till the death, and I was no different. We were not fighting a holy war, looking for vengeance, or any other noble means. We were out to claim land for the Olaf. Plain and simple, we were bloodthirsty warriors.

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

My sound sounds hollow even to me. She tosses her hair. "Oh, yes. So, you are going to do what? Stand up to the Vikings?" I straighten my spine. "If needed." "They are marauders. Berserkers. There are leaders, and then there are Vikings." Her chin trembles. She tries to tug her fingers from mine. I grip her hand tighter. "So what? Ultimately, they are leaders, like any other. They think with their dicks. They smell Dominion pussy and lose all coherent thought—"

Egil announces as he has done for all the fights till now. The darkness has fallen around us though at the horizon I see a light and I remember it never really goes dark this time of the year. No one has moved but the initially quiet Scandinavians quickly became a roaring group that enjoys the hard, blood spectacle. They were Vikings not so long ago, after all.

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.