Gaby

I just realized that I do have Tumblr so why not share my little passion project that single-handedly carried me though exam session, my little baby that grew well over what it was supposed to - man, I haven't been that inspired in actual years now.

If you like Askeladd and Vinland Saga, you'll hopefully like this. If you do not know Vinland Saga, I invite you to try and watch it - it's not everyone's cup of tea but once it is you fall DEEP.

"He raises his hand and sets the skies ablaze with arrows - but even his strongest, furious flames can never burn the ideal image of king Artorius, the valiant sacrifice of the grandest man Askeladd will probably ever know.

True warrior dies standing, unaffected by Askeladd's depravity and fire.

Thors' kid screams his anguish and Askeladd mourns among the ashes."

OR

Askeladd hates the fire and yet can't help but burn until the day he dies.

Viktor always had to watch Jayce walk away, to be the face of their achievements, to get them sponsors, to the councilor duties, to be with Mel. He had his reasons and maybe it was needed and he did come back each time something happened - but when shit was going down, when everything was on fire, Viktor was always alone.

But this time, Jayce stayed.

Can you... Can you guys imagine. Get in the Water. Poseidon is MAD happy to finally get Odysseus. Get in the Water, Odysseus. Or I will DROWN your Ithaca, or I will GOUGE your son's eyes. Odysseus answers, begs. What else can he do? It's Been Ten Years, they are both hurting from loses. Why can't they stop and just... go home. Finally, finally get to the home that is so close.

But No. The god says "Die". The god sends waves, sends him under. Ruthlessness is Mercy, he said before. He will not let Odysseus get away again. There is no escaping god of the sea now, not so deep in the ocean. Odysseus can hear Polites, can hear Eurylochous, can hear his mother. All of his comrades are Waiting, Waiting, Waiting. He can't let go but he must. They are Waiting. But then something unlike the sound of trumpets - crashing waves - resonates within him. A beat like his heart but getting stronger, getting more powerful. His chest is vibrating with it when he finally hears the tick-ticking, so familiar yet foreign. Then, a voice shakes his very being. "I was promised blood." Godly wrath fills him and suddenly Ares' instruments are all he can hear, followed closely by his soldiers' vengeful cry.