this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more
Mostly to prove the naysayers wrong.
Scorch can still go fuck herself, but she would be damned if any tongue found her wanting for loyalty.
On the outside it may seem as if the gray mare was attempting to get back in Scorch’s good graces, but the fact is that it was purely self-serving. While she would never dare to dream that the Brotherhood would ever owe her a favor, she hoped he had an in with them. The ruse she devised had been fairly clever and executed with minimal bloodshed (though she honestly didn’t care about that. Mountain’s head could have been beneath her hooves and she would have been happy as well), and the best part is that it was thought up all by herself.
Sure, maybe he would have been deposed anyway, and they most likely didn’t need her help. But wasn’t it more fun this way? And wasn’t it the perfect excuse? Blame it on the Amazons. Blame it (praise her) on Lagertha. She would be thrilled to play the part.
Lagertha Kingstealer.
Spymaster. Master Thief. Intelligentsia. Power player.
The possibilities were endless.
As endless as her disappointments and daydreams, and so she brings herself back to reality when the group reaches familiar soil. Lagertha takes the lead and delivers the small group to Scorch, standing quietly while Mountain bombards her with demands and questions. The first thing she hopes is that the woman will gloss over the fact that Lagertha used her old title to fib and get somewhere (the mess is in the details), and the second is that Scorch doesn’t get to take any credit for this one. Errant then suggests they leave the two monarchs to talk, and she nods, both in agreement with his suggestion and to his request. And in return - she is on the black stallion’s heels as they melt into the darkness, the words halfway to her lips to take the credit for it, until she realizes it doesn't matter. It would all come out in due time. And in the end, it really doesn't matter because she wouldn't have had time to get more than a few words out before Errant vanishes.
If he knows, he knows. Telling him would have seemed rather desperate. Which she is, but coming off like that wasn't part of her personal agenda.
She snorts, rather irritated at his brusqueness, but given his picking and choosing of aide, is ultimately not surprised. She understands that he is neither on her side, nor Scorch’s. He is for himself and the Brotherhood. He is for his family. None of which include Lagertha, and she wonders how much it includes the hairless rat.
Fortunately, she doesn’t have long to ponder because there is yet another visitor at their door; one who does the taking of the taker, and with more power (god she hates to admit that) than she could ever wield.
Eight.
lagertha
carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general