^^ Magna and Hansen ^^

"Not yet, the men will be fishing now. My favorite use of this... like ice fishing, but done in mass quantities." She shrugged, as the men started dropping fishing lures, attached to poles.

I chuckled and joined in.

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I stepped off my little boat, and smiled when Bryn clung to me, happily humming. "New job, new job, I have a New Job!" She sang softly, obviously enthusiastic about her 'New Job'.

I chuckled and patted her salt-stained hair. "Yes yes, indeed. Now I have time to-"

"Andy Andy! Come quick!!!" A little girl sprinted up and hugged my shin.

"Gia? What are you doing out here? It's Freezing!" I picked her up and tucked her into my lovers jacket, as I wasn't wearing one, and leaned down to her level. "What's wrong, little one?"

"There's a Christian in the square, and he's very nice, but father's friend is going to kill him!" She squealed.

I sighed. "And?" I asked callously.

Her lip wobbled. "But-! But-! You have to help him!!!" She demanded. "I order you! My papa will make you listen!!!" She yelled imperiously, waving her tiny fists at me. For all of four, she was a terror on me.

I sighed. "If your papa's friend is trying to kill him, why would your papa want me to stop him, little princess Gia?" Her lip wobbled even harder, and then the dreaded happened. She started crying, wailing almost, crumbling my resistance.

I sighed and covered my face, looking away. "Dammit, good job, Andy, you've made her cry... dammit all." I started running towards the square, and caught the axe above the priests neck, just in time.

She giggled, and I looked to see Bryn had followed me, and was watching warily, Gia's head poking out of the top of her cleavage.

The sight made me laugh, and I looked at Ord. "Walk away, Ord. Don't make me embarrass you. Unless your Jarl has ordered this slaying, this is murder, Christian or not. As a murderer, it would be within my rights to slay you. Do you believe yourself my equal in battle?" I asked softly.

He yanked his axe back. "I'll have his head, if he speaks of Odin this way again."

"I'll see to it that he doesn't." I nodded.

He sheathed his axe, and spat on the christians bald head. "Fucking pathetic..." he snarled, and stomped away.

I kicked the Christian, turning him over. "That was stupid." I said in Saxon.

He blinked, and grinned heartily. "Perhaps, but God provided me salvation, anyhow."

I scowled and kicked his stomach, standing on his chest. "Don't ever act as if your God directs my actions. Ever. I saved you because the girl cried. Otherwise I'd have let him kill you. Begone from my sight, you bald fuck up." I kicked him again, and he scurried away.

I looked at Gia. "There. I've saved him. Happy? You're not going to cry anymore, right? You swear?" I asked.

She huffed. "Fine... but you should be nicer to him. He's stupid, and doesn't believe in Odin, but he's very nice."

I sighed. "I'm aware. Go on to your father, then, and tell him of what havoc you've wrought."

She giggled and shimmied out of Bryn's coat, then darted away towards the Jarl's hall.

"She's adorable." Bryn commented.

"She's the next Jarl, and my cousin." I shrugged. "And she's 4."

"What? I thought at least 6?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No. she's like me and my mother, and all the other women of my family. Her brothers are more reasonably sized, but still big." I shrugged.

She laughed. "So that's why no one is shocked by my size. It's normal for giantesses to live here."

I nodded. "Very true. And there's weirder here." I shrugged.

"Not possible." She shook her head, disbelieving.

I cocked out my hip, and crossed my arms. "Challenge accepted... The let us go meet Hansen." I marched back towards the docks, and she followed, confused.

I led her towards my mother's vessel, where she was talking to the Ghoul, Hansen. He had been burned and cut by christians, many years ago, but survived, and was currently the best Wayfinder of all the seven seas.

I led her on board, and up the steps of the massive ship to the captains mess. Mother had stone dust on her face and in her hair, for some reason, but I ignored it.

Bryn gasped when she saw Hansen, but he just laughed, his blackened, stretched, and scarred skin tensing visibly. "Aye, girl. I'm
Alive. And no, I'm not a revenant. I'm Hansen, Wayfinder and captain of this vessel, The Essex. I stole her from the English Royal Fleet when they burned me."

"It's certainly impressive... not very fast, I wager?" She asked, looking at it curiously, stroking the wooden railing, and bravely ignoring his features, focusing instead on the ship.

He shrugged. "She moves very well, actually, with her three sails and a pilot sail, plus rowers." He nodded at the three massive masts.

She whistled softly, looking up at the crows nest. "I bet... amazing... and have you made improvements?" She asked.

"I have. I implemented the Thorburn into the hull, with amazing results. The power and weight of the ship breaks five-foot thick ice like simple glass, with no wind, only rowers. And with the heated core, it melts through the ice as well." He nodded.

"Heated core?" She asked.

"The metal has a hollow core, and it is filled with hot coals, making the metal white-hot. And the entire structure is laced with metal, making its stronger, and lighter, because less metal is used to be as strong as the wood. The entire ship is my life's work, and it shows... anyway, I was told that you mean to attack the Isle of Man? I'd like to come along. I'm only interested in taking the priests as slaves, not the gold." He asked, grinning a scary grin.

She hummed. "If you can keep up, I see no reason why not... and- wait, does this ship have multiple levels?"

"Indeed, three to be exact. The third is a cargo hold. We can haul more than your entire boat can hold with room to spare down there, and still leave the second level, the slave pin and day crew sleeping area, empty for them." He chuckled.

"Two crews, to preserve their energy?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"Indeed." He nodded.

"Amazing... and how does it handle storms?" She asked, grinning now.

"Very well, even fully laden, I've tested it many a time, even during a full-strength hurricane. I lost my fore-mast, but the ship survived." He chuckled.

"And this is how it's steered?" She touched the wheel.

I pulled mother away as they continued to talk about the ship. "So? What do you think?" I asked.

She smiled. "About your woman? She's perfect for you, I think. Sexy, smart, strong, and kind, with just a hint of savagery, but she's also ambitious, and inventive, and she really does seem to love you, or what might become it sometime soon. At the moment she's just smitten, but it will become more. True love doesn't happen in a day or two." She answered concisely, not teasing me for once.

I nodded. "I feel the same... she's perfect. I will grow to live for her, breathe for her, and love her, I think."

She smiled again, and then chuckled. "And she's great in bed, no?"

I moaned. "Fuck's sake! She'll be the death of me... amazing. And that tongue!" I leaned back against the railings spinelessly, sighing in pleasure at the memory.

She laughed. "I bet. She can fill your heart and body like normal women get filled, unlike your other women... I felt the same for your father, honestly. Truly, Not just the sex, but the feeling being around him gave me." She said softly.

I smiled. "It's perfect. I've never been so happy as when I'm towing her around, showing her my world, making her a part of it."

"I never thought I'd say this, but good luck on your raid." She changed the subject, eying me with a mixture of pride and worry.

"I'll be fine." I waved her worry off.

She raised an eyebrow. "You can't even tie a proper knot."

"I can too! I learned from sewing, is all." I defended myself, blushing.

She frowned. "All knots are sacred. You should remember not to tie a boats lines with sewing knots. Anyway, how do you feel about the raid? I know how you feel about violence, but you must realize that Thor and Tyr have you weapons for a reason, and it isn't to sew." She raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I understand, mother. I do. I just don't like hunting humans. Animals, I can hunt, because I'll eat them. I don't like killing for sport. To defend myself is one thing, but to attack peaceful priests? This feels mindlessly savage."

She raised the other eyebrow. "Do you remember the legends of our gods? There is no one more savage, other than the Wild Gods."

I nodded. "True. But I'll do what must be done, no need to worry."

"Oh I'll always worry. I'm your mother. But you can handle yourself. Now. How do you plan on having her next?" She grinned lewdly.

"Mother! You don't need details!" I laughed, a weight lifted from my heart now that some of my doubt was gone.

She shrugged. "What can I say, big women need more sex. You're no exception. And neither is your woman."

I smiled. "I see... well, she seems preoccupied right now." I nodded to the woman in question, who was reading a map with Hansen, charting a course to The Isle.

Mother smiled. "She likes sailing. Good, but dangerous."

"Not if I'm with her." I smirked.

She hummed again. "Maybe. Anyway, Nadia probably wants me to lay down about now." She strolled away, whistling a tune.

I watched Bryn interact with Hansen for a while, until someone called my name. I looked down, and a boy, only of maybe 19 summers, stood on the dock, one I recognized. He served the Jarl.

I sighed and leapt off the ship onto the dock, bending my knees, landing in front of him without a sound.

He looked nervous, mostly because of the complete silence of my movement. I'd never made a sound while moving, in my life. It came in handy in the forest, which I supposed was the point.

"What do you want, boy?" I asked him, crossing my arms to hide my breasts from his almost-innocent ogling.

He blinked, blushed, and then looked down. "T-the Jarl wants to speak to you. Now." He stuttered.

I nodded. "I figured. Let's go, then." I patted his head, and walked past him.

He gulped audibly and ran to walk in front of me, blushing again.

"Oh? I figured you'd ogle my ass as well. Seems you have manners after all." I chuckled.

He shook his head. "I was shocked, at first. I remembered why my mother taught me after a few seconds."

"Mm. Good." I said, and patted his head again, then hugged him to me, walking with him, whilst enjoying his innocent reactions. We arrived at the great hall, and I/we strode in, grinning. "Hello, Uncle! To what do I owe this rather sudden summons?" I asked loudly, my voice carrying.

He looked at me, and then the boy I held captive in my arms, and sighed. "Please, first. Let Naga go, niece. He's too weak for your attentions. Anyway, I called you here because Ord tells me you attacked him in the market, in defense of a Christian priest?"

"I see. Now, that's funny..."

"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It is, Because, I remember this situation very differently from my friend Ord, it would seem..." I nodded.

"And how do you remember it, pray tell?" Jarl Göttin asked, tilting his head expectantly.