GravityShe grinned at him. Dragons ravaged their livestock, Vikings bled and bellowed, and still she could smile. Blood stained the cracks of her teeth and her skin glistered in the firelight, smudged and cracked, but she was every bit as beautiful to him as the day she stood fresh and flower-scented at their wedding.More Like This
It was more than her smile that drew Stoick towards Valhallarama, even as battle blistered around him. He felt compelled to check in on her with every break between conflicts. He needed proof that he still had her. An irrational tenancy to indulge in battle, but one she tolerated.
"Yeh alright?" Stoick asked. They were always the first words from his mouth, even when he knew her answer.
Valhallarama wiped the sweat from her upper lip with the back of her hand and thumped her fist against her chest as if to prove her sturdiness. Her hair was pulled from her braids in several, dirty tresses and she sporte