i am taking life day by day, or year by year

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

When it comes to her one and only son, Lagertha’s primary worry (and worry is a loose word… more like concern) was that it would seem that she is not a very good parent. That she had failed to mold her offspring into someone successful. That her son would not be better than Scorch’s daughter. She felt even more foolish, to have hinged some bets on whether or not another living (thinking, breathing) being would live up to the expectations it had been born into.

Trust no one but yourself.

Dalten finds her in the morning, when the light begins to filter through the dense canopy and she is breaking her fast. He is unexpected, and Lagertha finds herself trying not to look at him as if he were a stranger, but her own flesh and blood. Mom. The corners of her lips twitch briefly into a slight grin, and then fall flat again. She should berate him, or perhaps even worse, give him the cold shoulder. Something to show her immense displeasure at his disappearance. But the tone of his voice, the timidity, the in his gaze and step tell her that he is already… somewhat ashamed of his behavior.

So be it. The worst sense of guilt often comes from ourselves.

“Dalten,” she says simply. “Ready to join the real world?”

She knows there are some magical and immortal folk that can fall asleep in the Jungle for decades and wake and still be exactly the same. He does not have that luxury. He is the son of a King and a General, and his father is expecting her to fulfill her end of the bargain sometime soon.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general

[do you want to go ahead and say that he already met Tiphon, ever so briefly? Since that thread was started at some point The rest... eh, make it up as we go?]