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The door to the mead hall swung open with a creak, exposing the cool evening air to the raucous laughter within, the sound piercing the otherwise quiet evening like a hot knife through butter. No one paid his entrance - or his companion's entrance thereafter - any mind, which was almost preferable for the time being.
His eyes soon located the center of the commotion, an empty mug of mead flying through the air and cracking against a nearby column. The pair of new arrivals made their way as inconspicuously as they could through the crowd of cheering and whooping onlookers, pushing to the front of the encircled congregation.
The first thing the two saw was a blur of a leaping woman, gut-tackling another Viking onto the floor. Her quarry's back hit the floor with a resounding crack of wood, and a jeer of sympathetic pain from the crowd. The man was either too hyped on adrenaline or too drunk to register the impact, and attempted to nail punch to the side of his assailant's head.
The woman ducked under and twisted herself around, striking out and curling a leg around the man's arm. She latched her hands to his wrist and laid back, soon joining her other leg to lock, and trapping the Viking in an arm bar.
On her back, the victor clenched and flexed backwards, her tattooed arms well-shown as the man's arm was stretched to its limit. She gave an almost feral laugh, though it was short lived, as she caught a glimpse of the rougher of the two new arrivals.
"Baird, heimsk skepna, you missed all the fun!" the Berserker cackled as her opponent began frantically slamming the floor with his free hand, tapping out.
The assembled Vikings hissed and cheered, some throwing mugs in anger - presumably expressing rage at a lost bet - and some threw their hands into the air in victorious pumps.
She unlocked and rolled backwards, springing to her feet with an energetic grin on her face. The Highlander, Baird, allowed himself to chuckle in amusement. His graying beard morphed as he smirked.
"She can't be more than twenty winters," the Valkyrie frowned to him from her position at his shoulder.
"You wanted my best Vikings," the Highlander grunted, "She heads our Úlfhéðnar."
The Valkyrie watched the Berserker triumphantly strut over to reclaim her mug, which she immediately began filling under the tap of a cask. She huffed, recognizing that the young warrior was nothing if not confident.
The Berserker approached them, slowly, as many shoulder-pats and mug-claps were had along the way, but the stout Viking eventually arrived, a wry smirk present on her lips, her eyes scanning over the Valkyrie.
"You taken for the night, lass?" the Berserker threw up a suggestive eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, her auburn dreadlocks swaying as she did.
The Valkyrie narrowed her eyes as the question registered, which admittedly took longer than she would care to admit.
"For the rest of my nights," The Valkyrie answered.
"Skítur," the Zerk mused "Odin's beard, aren't all the good ones?"
"Alfheiðr," chided Baird, the Highlander.
"Sorry, höfðingi," she took a swig from her mug of mead.
"Ylva, this is Alfheiðr," Baird gave a nod in her direction while looking at the Valkyrie, "Alfheiðr, this is... my sister by law, Ylva."
The Berserker looked between them, briefly. The Valkyrie noted a spark of intelligence in her eyes. The devil-may-care attitude was most certainly a clever facade.
"So, it's true, then," Alfheiðr looked to Baird, "We're going to war?"
Definitely smarter than she let on, thought the Valkyrie.
Baird gave a slow nod, "How soon can the Úlfhéðnar be ready for a raid?"
A creeping grin broke Alfheiðr's lips, spreading ear to ear. A mischievous but deadly glint flashed in her eyes.
"Now, now, höfðingi," the Berserker knocked back the rest of her mead, "Don't ask a girl questions you already know the answer to."
Baird smirked, raising his chin a bit in pride, "We sail at dawn. There's some knights that need a strict lesson in the finer points of consequence."
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