Feeling quite accomplished after his first viking, Feykir was on a several day mission to get as drunk as he could off of fermented fruits and other storm born delicacies and find as many freeborn girls as he fancied. Never a party until someone got pregnant, he liked to think. His face twisted up at the thought, trying to think it through properly. Well, that didn't make sense at all actually. Because sometimes he didn't actually realize these filthy lionesses were pregnant until they were popping out cubs right on the ground.
Never a party until you tried to get as many lionesses pregnant as possible! Yes, that was a much better goal for parties. It seemed he'd forgotten his mess up during the first viking entirely, because it was entirely outweighed by the capture of a thrall. Even if he'd had help with that, it was still his victory!
"You know, you miiiight want to slow down just a little. Sure you could get drunker than a monkey's arse but it would do you little good, amiright? Of course, do whatever you gotta do but I see you eyeing those ladies! I got your back, I totally understand where you are coming from!" Dagrún had spied Feykir partaking in celebrations from quite a bit of distance. He'd decided the best course of action was joining his friend! Because obviously they were friends now! They'd become reavers together, after all!
Feykir choked on the bone of something he was currently injesting before shooting Dag a dirty look. Why him, exactly? Further more why did Feykir always get stuck with the weirdos? "No, no, noooo. NO." He knew simple words of refusal wouldn't deter Dag somehow, and he hated that he knew that. He didn't really want to know something like that. "Don't you have anything better to do? I wouldn't mind a female's company for the evening… but I really would mind you sticking about the entire time. Please just… oh thank the sea.." The last bit was mumbled. "You're a sight for sore eyes!" He called past Dag.
"Well there is something I never thought I'd hear you say. Dagrún must really be bothering you!" she smirked as she nodded to both males. "It is a good day to die." She claimed, grinning. "And I take it from what is in front of you that your first viking went quite well… surprising." Hial was slightly glad that Feykir's viking went well because it meant they could focus on that, rather than Hial's own first viking. It wasn't as thought she'd had a terrible one... but when it came down to it it'd been down right embarrassing. Some days you just woke up and made a fool of yourself, and that was what really irked her about life. She wanted to strike foolishness from her nature, she wanted to be fantastic and fierce all the time!
That got a big laugh out of Dagrún, throwing a wink Hial's way. "A good day to die indeed… and he did do quite well! He captured himself a thrall, you know!" Dag took it upon himself to give Feykir a friendly shove before sitting himself down. He knew the shove would be neither reciprocated or appreciated and that was just fine with Dag. Feykir had a bit of a temper on him and his shove probably wouldn't be friendly or joking, which was a disappointment for Dragún. He really wouldn't mind some male friends... or female friends, for that matter. Just friends in general... at least he could count Hial as such. She was a good friend too, never dull or annoying in his opinion.
He rolled his eyes at them both. "You two know each other?" He was surprised at how annoyed his voice came out. What should he care if they knew one another?
"Oh really? And just where is this thrall? I'll believe it when I see it." Well! She needed to up her game, if Feykir had already managed to catch himself a thrall. That was interesting, but she felt like she wasn't getting the whole story.
"Well, of course I did! And she is…" He waved a paw. "Doing thrall things."
Dagrún snorted. "Sounds so promising. Hial, you just went on your first as well, yes?" He wagged his eyebrows at her and smirked, letting it roll over into a chuckle when she laughed. "Want to walk?" He nodded his head away from Feykir. "Someone has some other conquests he wants to make, from what I understand."
Hial snorted. "I hope she didn't run off already, Feykir." She blinked a little, surprised by the fact that it was a female thrall... well no, not surprised by her gender but... maybe surprised it was bothering her. That was strange, why should it? Feykir and his female thrall... Hial would need to get a look at this new thrall of his. It would also be nice if for once in his damned life Feykir could act less like a sourpuss. "Alright Dagrún, we can walk if you promise to tell me what really happened."
"What is there to tell? She is my thrall, fair and square." They had certainly put a damper on his celebration, assholes.
Dagrún rolled his eyes. "Well, fair is fair to be sure." He hoped Feykir caught the dripping sarcasm in his tone, though either way it wouldn't matter. Lions weren't sarcastic for other lions to catch on… they were sarcastic for themselves. If someone caught on that was just an added bonus. He wondered why Feykir was being such a downer and he had some theories. He eyed Hial and grinned with sudden understanding of what was really going on. How interesting!
Hial threw her head back and laughed hard at Feykir's defensive nature, figuring the story was going to be even better than she imagined. She moved past him and nipped his ear sharply. "Have fun with those conquests Feykir… though I doubt you'll win anyone over tonight." And that was odd too because the announcement that Feykir was going to go do what he would with the ladies like usual actually irked her! This was not good at all!
He snorted. "Says you… what the hell do you know? Heading off with Dagrún? That's your idea of a proper lion hmm? Very well versed in the romance department I see."
These two sure could pick a fight, couldn't they? Dag sighed softly and wished that Hial would stop delaying her departure… he didn't really feel like getting into another fight with Feykir. "Hey, I'll have you know I am quite the catch." He grinned at the other male, though it slipped a little when he saw the look on Feykir's face. What idiots these two were! They quite clearly liked each other... wasn't that what was going on? It must have been.
"Yes, that is what this is." Her tone was flat in a way that conveyed more of the ridiculous nature of Feykir's statement than sarcasm could. "In any case, Dagrún is more of a lion than you have been being lately." Her words were blunt, still flat. She looked away, annoyed. "Some day I will kill you, Feykir." She glanced back and smirked. She then took her eyes away from Feykir, putting him out of his mind the best she could. She bumped Dagrún as they started to pad away, trying to get rid of the annoyance circling around in her head. "Sometimes I just do not understand that male. He acts like such a cub." It seemed like trying to shake the annoyance away or even think it away was easer thought about than actually executed. She needed a distraction, she knew Dragún would be a good one.
Dagrún snorted, thinking privately that Feykir was not the only one that acted like a cub in this situation. It certainly wouldn't help to tell Hial this though, as she would probably just get very pissed off. So he kept his maw shut, wisely, at least on that topic. Otherwise he was free to talk about anything, and he more than did so. He expertly steered the conversation away from Feykir, the thrall and his and Feykir's first viking onto less substantial topics. Topics that were much nicer to talk about, that didn't put anyone's tail in a knot!
He did nothing as they left, except for looking very sour. He mumbled to himself before standing and shaking off, walking in the opposite direction. Whatever, none of it mattered to him. He would have to find out, however, how it was exactly that Dagrún and Hial knew each other... had she ever mentioned Dagrún to him? Not that he could recall but that didn't really matter... mostly because he didn't often actually listen to what it was Hial had to say. This tactic had obviously been a mistake. Firstly because he was annoyed and surprisingly angry at her easy departure to spend time with that a** instead of celebrating with him... and secondly because he couldn't stop thinking about that lovely yellow lioness and what it had been that she'd had to say. What he needed to do immediately, however, was find himself a pretty lioness to cozy up to. Pretty lionesses solved most problems, he'd found.
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