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squishycheekanon · 25 days

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La da de da viking Price for the win🛡️🌺

Your heavy snow boots trudged through the thick mounds of pure white snow, the freezing breeze was pinching and nipping at your cheeks. The cold had began to hurt your nose as you breathed, the back of your throat dry. Trying your hardest to keep warm, you shove your chin and mouth further into the top of your coat and breathe out hot air.

You only wanted to hunt for food and go back home, but seeing as you couldn’t find any animals near your little cabin, you had to venture elsewhere for the hunt. Something you annoyingly regretted the further away from home you got.

An exaggerated sigh left you for the twentieth time today as you knelt down on the ground feeling the snow start to soak into the material of your trousers. Pulling your bow off of your body and an arrow from the quiver that was strapped to your back. You drew back the string of your bow, holding the arrow steadily in place.

Closing your eyes, you waited. Listening oh so carefully, for anything. The sound of any animal to make itself known to you. A while passed, all you could hear was the soft wind and a nearby steam trickling quietly.

Until the snort of a deer had your eyes shooting open and your weapon aiming at the creature. Exhaling slowly, you let go, the arrow whipping through the air heading straight for the unknowing animal but ultimately hitting a different target. A huge gasp left you as you watched the arrow go straight into the chest of a man, the deer snorted before running off.

You grunted annoyed and dropped everything to run to the injured man. Your eyes set upon his figure. Large and strong, you recon if you’d hit anywhere else on him that’d he probably wouldn’t have collapsed. Probably would have grabbed the end of the arrow with his big sturdy hands and pulled it straight out like nothing happened. Probably.

The realisation started to set in the more you stared at him, you just shot a man. “Oh my, I’m…I’m so sorry!” You panicked falling to your knees next to him where he was on the ground. His blue eyes meeting yours, looking at you as though you were an alien. His nostrils flared as he quietly grunted, feeling the pain begin to spread throughout his chest and body.

“I was hunting and….and you…y-you stepped in front of the deer. I’m so sorry.” Your hands hovers over his injured while your mind began to become frantic with how to proceed. You eyed the expensive leather that graced his bulky figure. Wrapping around every muscle eagerly. The fur cloak that was spread around him, clearly from a hunt.

It did little to hide the tattoos on his arms. Further up chainmail covered his shoulders proving how sharp you’d made your arrows for it to pierce the chainmail that presumably sat below his tunic and leather. You took note of his face better now, thin lips almost covered by a bushy moustache all connected with thick mutton chops and a full, long beard that caught your attention a little too much.

“Are ya’ done ogling me lass?” He gritted his teeth, wrapping his hand around the arrow and yanking it out. He groaned loudly, deep and rough just like his voice when he spoke. It sent shivers through your body in an unholy way. Nothing like you’d ever felt before.

“Are you a royal from the mainland?” You asked, worry underlining your question.

He bellowed at that, “Ne’er erd’ that one before.” His laugh trailed off as he pressed his fingers into his wound and pulled them away watching the blood drip down his hand.

“My bag.” He was gesturing to the bag that lay a few meters over from where he was. You scrambled to grab it, desperately trying to pull it open. The leather satchel was medium size with about a hundred strings tying it shut.

“W-What do you need?” You were stumbling over your words as you took noticed of the blood that was seeping out of his wound and staining the snow beneath him.

The man grabbed your shaky hands in his and whispered “Breathe.” You listened hesitantly, taking a deep breath.

“Y’know I think I’m supposed to be reassuring you.” A breathless laugh leaving you sounding more like a scoff, he let out a chuckle his face scrunching up in pain.

“In the bag, the bottle with the red liquid.” Nodding quickly, you searched through the bag and pulled out the bottle, pulling the cork out with your teeth and looking at him for instructions. He took the glass container and poured it over his wound and drank the rest of it.

You watched as his heavy panting of pain began to level out. He soon sat up and looked at you curiously, “I’ve ne’er seen ye round these parts before.” He states though you’re pretty sure it was a question, you simply shrug and stand up. He followed suit, a shock jolting through you when he stands only to tower over you greatly.

“I, um really am sorry. It truly was an accident.” You wring your hands together before offering one of them to him. He looks surprised and you don’t blame him, you’re sure a woman has never made this gesture to him before.

“Svo fallegt,” he seemed to look over you for a moment then let his large hand wrap itself around yours with a shake, “S’okay.”You nodded letting go of his grip and making your way to pick up your bow and quiver.

“What’s ya name?” He asked suddenly feeling a wave of panic as he watched you walking away from him. You answered, waiting for his in return. “Price. John Price.”

Now where had you heard that name before?

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ghouljams · 5 months

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Have we… heard about Viking!Prices darling yet?

We have! Viking!Price has a Völva(Witch/sorceress) that he's desperately in love with. Courting a völva is no simple thing though. They dance around saying the words they mean, never quite touching the affection between them but never ignoring it. He brings her gifts from his travels, and she covetously hides them away. She lays blessings upon him, worries over his wounds, and he wishes he could take away the weight on her shoulders. They sit quietly next to each other, counting the lines on their fingers, easing their calloused skin in one another's grasp.

Price dislikes the way the spirits treat his völva, running her ragged and speaking about her as if she isn't something wondrous. One day he'll have enough of it and put her over his shoulder to steal away somewhere kinder. Somewhere warm.

#ghoul speaks #x oc #cod x oc #john price x oc #viking!price #price x witch #völva!witch #the otp continues to otp unfortunately

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dante-mightdie · 16 days

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viking harem but it’s this pretty little princess with her FourBigGuys™️ soap who stole her from her home, price who insists they share (but is the worst at it) and ghost who’s her loyal Dog he literally follows her everywhere especially when she goes to see gaz who always has flowers for her (and then soap shows up out of nowhere to insist no flower is prettier than his their lady

please god this is all I want PLEASE

c/w: poly!141 x fem!reader, smut, cockwarming, public sex, marking

you would be treated like an absolute goddess and the best part about these 4 brutes is they’re customisable! you have one for every occasion!

simon is there for when you need a big scary man to keep you safe from any perverts who may watch you whilst you bathe in the lake :( this menacing warrior standing so he blocks anyone’s view of his pretty lovie in such a vulnerable state

just make sure you repay the favour by letting him put you on your knees and fucking you behind a tree, his cloak thrown on the ground so your skin doesn’t get all muddied and scratched by the elements :(

gaz is your loverboy. he’s there when you need someone to play with your hair and read you poetry. takes you for strolls in the local markets and prepares picnics in the forest

big fan of making love under the moonlight, his hips slowly grinding in to yours as he intertwines your fingers with his. soft gasps escaping your lips every time he hits that one spot inside you and makes you clamp around his cock

johnny is your wildcard. you never quite know what you’re gonna get with him. if you come to him, bored out of your mind, you could either end up absolutely hammered at a local tavern or going for a horse ride through a shallow stream

he’s a very tender lover. he can be very rowdy, grabby even. leaving dark bruises on your hips and waist as he manhandles you into the position he wants but once he’s got all that energy out of his system, he’ll trail soft kisses over each mark. resting his head on your tummy as you gently untangle his braid and play with his hair

and price. john’s lap holds a very special place in your heart as a safe space. a quiet sanctuary where you can unwind. he knows what you need when you pad over to him and climb onto his lap. a pleased grunt leaving his throat as you settle into a comfortable position

will spend hours with you, rubbing his warm hand up and down your back in front of the fireplace until you decide that’s not enough. your hand would trail down his hairy chest, slipping under his trousers to pull out his cock and slip him inside you

everyone knows not to disturb you both during this time, even the boys wait until your both settled before worming their way into the room for some together before bed <3

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miguel-owhora · 2 months

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back on my viking au bullshit, but im changing it so gaz is your first - and willing - wife :3 his story is that he's the son of this nobleman in this village that you raided. at first you try to get his sister, but his father - and fuck that guy btw - trades gaz for her, and you find gaz way more prettier and happily accept.

at first gaz thinks you're cruel and a brute, that you'll hurt him and shit, and, well, he's not entirely wrong. you didn't become leader by being soft and kind, and though you can be rough amd temperamental at times, you make it a point to try and listen to gaz and respect his boundaries half of the time. that, along with delivering pretty objects to him from your latest raids, earn his affection and he becomes used to being your pretty wife, and eventually becomes numb to all the violence you bring if it means to keep your people strong and wife safe.

your latest gift surprises gaz. three men, all equally pretty and part of the british army, bounded and brought to him as gifts. gaz isn't you, he doesn't like how many people at your hands, but he usually ignores it because he's not there to witness it. but this time, these men's lives depend on him, and despite him not wanting any pets (as you call them) he accepts just to spare them of their deaths. that, and, well, it gets lonely at times when you're off on a mission overseas. maybe they can keep him company...

#mr. o'whora's works !#MEOW #viking!mreader and his pretty wife gaz #hgmgjf #and their three pets price johnny n simon

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maria-and-aguilars-codex-1492 · 23 days

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If anyone has a fic where Viking!Ghost and Viking!Soap steal reader away in a raid or even Viking!141 taking reader in a raid, please send it my way 🙏🏼

#ghost x soap x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghost x reader #poly 141 #price x reader #gaz x reader #viking au #poly!141 x reader #ghoap x reader

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amustikas · 1 year

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thank you sm for 4k on twitter!!

these were some requested drawings :D

#john soap mactavish #soap #johnny soap mactavish #price #price call of duty #viking soap #call of duty #soap has floppy hair in this #he still slays tho

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blackcrowing · 5 months

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Book Review of 'A History of the Vikings: Children of Ash and Elm' by Neil Price

This is probably singlehandedly one of the best academic books I've read as a pagan addressing the Viking era and its people's.

The author did a PHENOMENAL job of using academic sources (archaeology, literature, historical linguistics, etc) to really paint a living picture of the peoples being discussed in their entirety. The author left room for the peoples spiritual/supernatural believes that I don't often see done by writers who are not writing specifically for a pagan audience.

It was deeply refreshing and I sincerely hope to see more academic authors following in their footsteps in the years to come

#pagan #paganism #paganblr #norse #norse paganism #norse polytheism #scandinavian #Scandinavian paganism #Scandinavian polytheism #vikings #viking era #book #books #book review #Neil Price #children of ash and elm #blackcrowing

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the-hearth-and-the-wild · 6 months

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Strangely, Asgard also contained temples, cult buildings where the gods themselves made offerings—but to what or whom? The mythology of the Vikings is one of only a tiny handful in all world cultures in which the divinities also practised religion. It suggests something behind and beyond them, older and opaque, and not necessarily ‘Indo-European’ at all. There is no indication that the people of the Viking Age knew what it was any more than we do.

Neil Price, Children of Ash and Elm

#book quotes #children of ash and elm #norse mythology #vikings #norse #viking history #books and libraries #literature #books and reading #Neil price

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wishesofeternity · 1 year

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"In a literal sense, the Vikings are of course people of the past, dead and gone—but at the same time they inhabit a curiously haptic kind of prehistory, one that appears to return whatever pressure is applied to it. Many have been tempted to put their fingers on the scales of hindsight and imagined that the impulse to do so came not from themselves but through the revelation of hidden truths buried by time. Medieval monks and scholars reinvented their pagan ancestors either as nobly misguided forebears or as agents of the devil. In the manuscript illuminations of Romance literature, with a kind of Orientalist prejudice, they became Saracens, enemies of Christ depicted with turbans and scimitars. In Shakespeare’s England, the Vikings were taken up as violent catalysts in the early story of the kingdom’s greatness. Rediscovered during the Enlightenment as a sort of ‘noble savage’, the figure of the Viking was enthusiastically adopted by the nationalist Romantics of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Searching for their own emerging identities, Victorian imperialists scoured Scandinavian literature looking for suitably assertive northern role models, expressing the manifest destiny of the Anglo-Saxons through their Nordic cousins. The logical end of that trajectory came a century later, when the Nazis appropriated the Vikings in pursuit of their racist fictions, elevating them as a spurious Aryan archetype; their modern successors still plague us today. Elements of the broad Pagan community now seek a spiritual alternative that draws inspiration from Viking religion, with Tolkienesque flavourings added to a cloudier Old Norse brew. All these and many more, including today’s academics and the audiences for historical drama, have taken the fragmentary material and textual remains of the Vikings and recast them in moulds of their choosing. At times it can seem that the actual people have almost disappeared under the cumulative freight they have been made to bear."

- Neil Price, “Children of Ash and Elm: A History of the Vikings”

#history #norse history #vikings #viking age #viking history #neil price #children of ash and elm #this was a phenomenally detailed and comprehensive book #queue #mine

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chernobog13 · 1 year

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Baffling Mysteries #24 (January, 1955). Ace Magazines. Cover artist believed to be Ken Price.

That time they got the origins of Thor and Captain America mixed up.

WARNING! This scene appears nowhere in this issue!

#Baffling Mysteries #Ace Magazines #Golden Age comics #Viking #Ken Price

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sbeana · 9 months

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YALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT FUCKING TIMMMEEE IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

#yes girls i am working on another tlt comic while i wait for my new sword to get here #its damascus steel its viking replication its 38 inches long and i got a coupon so fucking good that it knocked the price down from 200 #to literally only 82 dollars #and it comes with a free fucking leather sheath like i am living it UP

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squishycheekanon · 22 days

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MI LORD MORE OF VIKING PRINCE PLSSSSSS. I cant stop thinking about him being a big bad wolf kinda man and reader like his prey. aAHAWHWJSI imagine taking him back to your cabin after hes hurt and one thing led do another and HES DOING YOU HARD AND ROUGH

(Lord forgive me)

He really is big bad wolf kinda man. He’s rough and harsh. He makes me wanna character develop for him so bad😩I have thought about doing a part two so much but I’m torn between this and the pen pal au��

#squishycheekanon #squishycheekanonanswer #asks are appreciated #squishtalks #sweet asks #viking!price #viking au

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ghouljams · 26 days

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ghoul Ghoul GHOul GHOUL

GHOUL

GHOULLLLL

THE FUCKING VÖLVA!WITCH AND VIKING!PRICE FIC WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK AHHHHHHHHHHH JKDSFHAKJHGFGLHASJHD;KADJJKASFHAHLWEFUWE

Here's more just for you (I have been sitting on this too long)

The spirits whisper to you, words you never understand until they leave your lips: prophecies and missives, blessings and curses. You've never been more than a vessel for them, trained for it since you were old enough to understand what a Völva was. Maybe even before that. You sleep restlessly, and wake with your hands shaking and your mouth tasting like death. You have to check your tongue most mornings to be sure it isn't black with rot. But there are times, lovely times, when you wake up to warmth, when you wake up with arms around you, when you sleep through the night without so much as a dream.

You're pulled to wakefulness with your joints popping, your spine arched painfully as the last words of prophecy leave your lips. Price marks on velum, scratching with quick strokes of charcoal. He reaches a hand to pet your head, and you nuzzle into the touch. That seems to draw his attention, his eyes flicking to yours and his pencil stopping. You draw in a breath and taste smoke, funerary, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"What did they say?" You ask. You've never been a good orator, never better with your words than the spirits that possess you. Price traces his fingers over your cheek, soft, silent, mournful. You already know what they want.

"There's a healer we're meant to pick up," He tells you, "Will be good for the village, take some of the load off of you." You hum, though it comes out heavier than you mean it to, more of a sigh. Price clicks his tongue, more diplomatic than you ever have been. You wish he wasn't sometimes, that he'd kick up the fuss you want to, that he'd have some- some grievance with the work you send him out for.

There will be someone else to watch you when he leaves, an elder, someone that abides by the rules, that never seeks your comfort over the magic that you can provide. You like that Price never seemed to care for the rules around you, like that he's pushed his way into your little bubble. You know the elders are hoping he'll do more, that their precious captain and prized Völva might make something useful to them, but he's never done more than hold you.

"Is that all?" You push yourself to sit up and Price hands you a cup of water.

"You should rest," Is his answer. You hate when he does that. You reach around him for the velum prophecy and he catches your hand, brings your fingers to his lips, kissing them the way you wish so desperately he'd kiss you. "Sweetheart," He murmurs, the low drag of his voice dripping like honey over your tired mind, "worry about it in the morning."

"Will you still be here?"

The hesitation on his face, the pity in his eyes, is answer enough. You swallow your bitterness. Of course not. Price has his own affairs to attend to, he can't be seen tending to yours as well. He's not the priest of this temple, you are.

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a reverence that only serves to stoking the aching in your chest. "My pretty Völva," He drags his finger over your lips, "my sun," your brows draw together, his thumb pushing into your mouth and against your tongue, he holds you in place even as your hand curls around his wrist, "just a little longer and I'll steal you for myself."

A chill ripples over your skin. He doesn't speak without thought, doesn't make promises he won't keep. You nod, feel his thumb hooked over your teeth like an anchor. There's something dark but honest shadowing the blue of his eyes when he nods back. Just a little longer, you tell yourself, and you'll be his. You could wait forever if it meant waiting for him.

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #captain price mw2 #captain john price #captain price #john price #price x reader #price cod #price mw2 #captain price x reader #viking!price #viking au #oc: witch #völva!witch

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dante-mightdie · 23 days

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Viking!Soap who goes off pillaging, as one does in their free time, and comes back to Price with the squealing, kicking daughter of their (now dead) enemy clan’s chief.

Basically, “Look what I caught,” he says as reader kicks at him to let her go, to no avail, as she calls him a brute. He looks at Price like a dog bringing its master a bird.

god I woke up and hour ago to check my inbox and you guys sent in so many good ass requests i’m so proud of all of you

c/w: basically kidnapping, anal, stripping, dub-con/non-con, mentions of alcohol and pillaging, I can’t write in a scottish accent leave me alone

price had already settled down for the evening, his heavy cloak was slung over the chair in the corner of the room. his long hair had been taken out of the same bun he puts it in everyday, mousse brown hair falling in waves all the way down to his shoulders

he had planned on relaxing in front of the fireplace, nursing a bottle of mead but those plans seem unlikely now judging by the sounds of chaos approaching his tent. loud boisterous footsteps and laughter combined with high-pitched shrieks and cries

john knows that it’s johnny before he even sees him, that scottish brogue is unmistakable. he lets out a deep sigh when he finally sees the warrior burst into his home, a wound-up girl slung over his shoulder. price narrows his eyes as he watches johnny manhandle you, your back to his chest as he holds you down with his arms around your waist

“look what a’ found for ye, chief.” johnny says, a big grin spreading across his face as you kick and thrash in his arms, screaming your head off about what a brute he is, “stop yer whingin’, hen.”

“found?” price grunts out, taking a sip of the honeyed alcohol with a seemingly unfazed look on his face. your aggravated thrashes have calmed down to quiet sobs as you plead for these big, horrible men to let you go

“Anno ye said tae leave that clan alone, chief but ah caught this one bathing in the stream and knew ye would like her.” you can practically hear johnnys tail wagging when the apparent chief stands up and walks over to you, gripping your chin to examine your face before letting out a pleased grunt

“ye like her?” johnny all but whines, dropping you to the floor when the chief jerks his head to signal to out you down. you scramble to your feet, taking a few steps back and backing yourself into a corner

price lets out a small amused huff at your fight, downing the rest of his drink in a few big gulps. he walks over to you, your attempts to push him away are pitiful as his hands grip the hem of your dishevelled dress and tears the fabric in two

you squeal and weakly punch at his chest as he strips you down with what seems like no effort at all. your hands only stopping to cover your completely exposed body. johnny takes this as his cue to leave, turning on his heel with a defeated look on his face

“get over here, boy. I’ll let you have a taste after i’m finished with her.” price says, not even turning to look at johnny. instead keeping his animal gaze on your tits as he gropes them with his rough hand, “need you to tire her out so she doesn’t keep me up all night.”

johnny doesn’t need to be told twice as he takes his spot next to the bed, hand sliding up his kilt to stroke at his cock which had been hard since he snatched you up from your burning home

john grabs your upper arm and manhandles you over to the bed, bending you over the mattress and pinning your wrists to your lower back with just one of his monstrous hands

“please.” you plead, “i’m already promised to someone!”

price lets out a proper laugh at that one, lifting his spare hand and bringing it down on your ass with a thundering crack that echoes throughout the room. you squeal out in bed, pushing back your hips when his hand soothes over sore skin

“then I guess i’ll just have to kill him.” he grunts with a weak shrug of his shoulders as he shamelessly gropes your ass. this does little to soothe you as you soon start up your useless kicking and thrashing again. price only responds to this with another hard slap to your ass, “settle down. I’m not gonna fuck your cunt tonight. I know a lady when I see one. I’ll treat you proper on our wedding night, yeah?”

john uses his grip on your ass to spread your cheeks, spitting a fat glob of salvia at the right rim of muscle above your pussy. two of his thick fingers prodding at your ass before slipping inside. you squirm in his tight hold, let out a loud whine

he lets you adjust for a little while, waiting until your cries had settled down to soft sniffles before beginning to fuck your ass with his fingers. johnny makes himself known with his soft grunts and the slick sounds of his cock being stroked under his kilt

your soft pleads for him to stop are coated with cracked moans as he stretches your ass out. ha scissors his fingers inside, pulling them out when he feels little resistance. he fishes his cock out from his trousers and pressing the tip to the entrance of you

you whine and wiggle your hips slightly, your pathetic attempts at trying to get away do nothing to help as he grabs his cock and pushes himself inside you. his fingers couldn’t compare to this burn of being stretched like this on his cock

johnny lets a choked moan, throwing his head back as precum dribbles from his tip

“quit your whining, mutt. you’ll get your turn.” john grunts, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders as he begins to fuck into your ass relentlessly

his face is inches away from yours, the animalistic glint in his eyes is a sharp contrast to the glossy, subdued look in yours

“he wouldn’t know what to do with a wiley little brat like you, girlie.” he grunts in your ear, one hand coming down to rub your clit with his thumb. he lets out a loud groan when he feels your ass clamp down around his thick cock, “don’t worry, I’ll take all that fight outta ya.”

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wutheringmights · 11 months

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I finally had time to finish reading "Children of Ash and Elm" by Neil Price. This was such a great read for people who want to get more into reading non-fiction for fun but aren't really experienced with the genre yet (aka: me).

The book acts as on overview of the Viking Age, going into detail about religion, society, history, and more. I was always learning something new and fascinating with every page.

And now my fascination with vikings has only deepened, and I'm already chomping to learn more.

#i need to remember the name of that youtube who does videos on viking life #this book also took me forever to read not because i hated it but because i started reading it at the worst time possible #i just caught up to the person i have my reading bet with but luckily the next few things on my tbr are easy reads that will give me #some filler page counts #me reading #me rambling #children of ash and elm #the children of ash and elm by neil price

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kitchen-light · 1 year

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In his meeting with Scandinavians out east, ibn Fadlān describes the men thus: "I have never seen more perfect physiques than theirs - they are like palm trees, are fair and reddish, and do not wear the tunic or kaftan. The man wears a cloak with which he covers one half of his body, leaving one of his arms uncovered.

Neil Price, from Chapter 3 ‘The Social Network’, from “The Children of Ash and Elm | A History of the Vikings”, Penguin, 2020

#neil price #ibn fadlan #quotes #essays #words #found*#history #vikings #idk just liked this description very much

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