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  1. Rec 50

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    After years in Kattegat, the unthinkable happens.

    It would be unthinkable to do anything else.

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    08 May 2019

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    A reader in search of comfort should probably avoid Major Character Death fics, but I knew your writing well enough to hit this fic when I was in the right mood- and holy shit was I rewarded!

    This little epic is chock full of ridiculously hot smut. Imagine me biting down on the palm of my hand as I read through each of Athelstan's encounters with his send-off party.

    There is emotion in this fic, as Athelstan says his goodbyes to his Kattegat family and friends- maybe just enough emotion to keep this fic on the rails and away from what could have turned out to be so cracky.

    The premise is right there in the show, when we see Earl Haraldson's slave face her harem of men who want to send their good wishes to their departed chieftan. I scratch my head and wonder why there were not more gang bangs written from this prompt when fandom was young? In any case, the story is in your talented hands as you send us on a wild time with our once-naive monk.

    And the result is red-hot madness! A MCD fic that begs to be read over and over again - quite a feat when you consider the need for fix-it in this fandom after the events of 3:6.

    A return to emotion takes over the fic's ending. We know fully well what is going to happen when Athelstan enters the trance-like state and visits the angel of death. Even this knowing, was not enough to make me contain my tears.

    Discovering a fic like this, after binge-watching this show over the summer... "Joy has never felt this wondrous."

  2. Public Bookmark 28

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    In which I try to answer two questions, simultaneously.

    What the hell was Ragnar doing the whole time Athelstan was wandering around, drugged and lost and lonely?

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    What the hell happened after we cut away from Athelstan and Thyri?

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    30 Apr 2019

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  3. Rec 49

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    All is change; all yields its place and goes. - Euripides

    In the aftermath of the season's ending....

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    03 Apr 2019

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    This fic takes the reader back to the wildly innocent days at the end of season 1, before the dreadful event of 3:6. It is fascinating to look at Floki through this author's untarnished eyes. He is a friend to Athelstan and a confidant. This is as refreshing to read, six years later, as it was the day it was posted- maybe more so because it makes the brand new Vikings fan yearn for the days when the unknown could be anticipated with exquisite joy as much as trepidation.

    Athelstan is written beautifully in this, although his inaction is maddening. This draws the reader closer to him. When things are not spelled out, we are not guided in how to react to his characterization, we are left to develop our own impression of him and this is what works so well in the fic. There is a quality of eerieness about his sitting on the freezing Kattegat dock night after night.

    His grief over Gyda and Leif, when voiced, is heartbreaking and palpable.

    The author resolves this grief with a stunningly physical sex session between Ragnar and Athelstan. The physicality of this coupling is among the best I have even encountered in any fandom:

    "Ragnar rose up on his knees, taking the lower half of Athelstan with him. He was bruising, punishing in his pace, but Athelstan took it all. Elbows sore, he dropped back down, heedless of the angle on his neck. His hands sought and found Ragnar’s legs and he held on as the heat built into a blaze and the blaze swept through him like lightning.

    Then he was wet all over, patched in hot stickiness and limp as a dolly. Ragnar’s hold switched to his hips and the final thrusts were so hard that his shoulders slid back and forth across the floor. The man’s eyes closed. His teeth bared in a grimace. When his head fell back and a deep growl of satisfaction passed his lips, Athelstan breathed his name."

    You can actually feel the scrape of wooden floor digging into the back of your shoulders. Top notch writing.

  4. Public Bookmark 30

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    Ragnar longs for his ever after.

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    01 Apr 2019

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  5. Public Bookmark 46

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    Will you walk with me, Athelstan?

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    23 Mar 2019

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