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The stories had traveled across the globe of Ragnar Lothbrok's death, yet here the great King stood before him, in a casino, of all places. They had raided and pillaged many a village together, conquered too many cities and empires to even keep count. Blood spilled across the ground they walked on, but they walked proudly anyway. It was the way legends were created back in those days. Simpler times, in Erik's opinion. It was instinct that drove him to grasp the man when Ragnar gave the command, twisting the thief back around to face the other Viking as Ragnar called his last name like it was just yesterday they'd fought together. At his question, the other man told him it wasn't necessary, to which the vampire couldn't help the small grimace of his lips in disappointment. He barely heard the man he still held firmly in his grasp as he screamed on about suing and such, his gaze darting to the sides as the guards started coming for the man. He tensed up in awareness but knew they weren't here for him, at least not this time. When the first guard reached out cautiously to take the man from his grasp, he gave him over, but not without a little smirk when he heard Ragnar say something about him not biting much. His blue eyes watched as the man was dragged away, before slowly drawing his gaze back to the man before him. At first it was like they were sizing each other up but then both men dissolved into smiles as Ragnar pulled him to pat him on the back. Erik was always more awkward about touching, but he still gave an effort, patting Ragnar on the back himself a few times before stepping back. He only gave a small "mm" in agreement when Ragnar said something about Vikings being made into monsters. Ragnar then dismissed himself, saying he had to take care of that situation really quickly before asking if he'd like to get a beer after. Erik only thought for a moment before he gave a quick nod and smiled. "Sure." |