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  1. Rec 49

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    Lagertha never once flinches. It’s what stands out as clear to Athelstan, in the blur after his fever abates enough for his hands to do good work, when they bury Gyda and when they bury Thyri and when Lagertha turns her focus to the wreckage that is what remains of Kattegat. She never once flinches, her spine remains unbent, her eyes remain hard as iron.

    Athelstan does not think he would have that strength. He knows he would not have that strength.

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    16 Mar 2015

  2. Rec 88

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    "Ragnar’s motorbike still scared the hell out of Athelstan, though he was wise enough not to mention it anymore. The first time he’d said anything, the rest of the guys just laughed at him, cheeks ruddy with beer and the cold wind, and Athelstan felt like a kid at a party he wasn’t invited to. Which was not entirely inaccurate. "

    (aka, biker au with semi-organised crime. semi-season 1 compliant. but also, y'know, au.)

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    13 Mar 2015

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    There is no world, no universe anywhere, where Scott would let Stiles die.

    He said he'd do something. And he does.

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    4 Mar 2015

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    Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year.

    And he really didn’t know how that had happened.

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    17 Feb 2015

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    Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

    As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

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    17 Feb 2015

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