Ok my turn!! Vikings for the tv series ask game!!!
Favourite character:
I’m torn between Gisla and Aslaug;
Funniest character:
Ragnar with his facial expressions. Muahahaha!
Best-looking character:
Rollo and Ubbe;
Judith and Gisla;
3 favourite ships:
It’s so difficult to pick a ship in this show because the relationships portrayed are really problematic, even for Viking Age period.
Rollo & Gisla, before Hirst dragged the Duke of Normandy into that nonsense;
Kwenthrith and Æthelwulf;
Lagertha and her cat;
Least favourite character:
I think all characters are flawed at this point, but not those flaws that can make us relate to them as human beings, regardless of the time period. They are inconsistent. It all goes to Hirst and his writing at the end of the day.
Least favourite ship:
So many that it’s almost impossible to pick. But I think I’ll go with Astrid x Lagertha because it was meant to please the male audience;
Reason why I watch it:
I no longer watch it! I watched the first 4 seasons because I love history and as I was scrolling the channels I came across one of the episodes back in season one and started watching it, then during season 3 I became part of the Rolisla (Rollo x Gisla) fandom, then Ivar’s Heathen Army happened and the heartbreak, hahaha. I’ve been here for a while. LOL
Why I started watching it:
Because it seemed an interesting premise of the semi-mythical figures mixed with the Norse mythology and historical events.
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Do you miss Gisla? I do. Part of me wants to see her again to get some closure. But the other part doesn’t because...well Hirst’s writing.
I do too, I miss her and Rolisla so much, but tbh her absence from the show is for the better.
I dread so much the rumours about Rollo being in s6a/b, even though I doubt it since Hirst has made it clear as water he hates him, but still I am afraid. S5 already ruined his characterization, and s4b did so much already to set a path on Gisla that pretty much was going to end up like Margrethe's (when she stated that she would kill her children if she knew they were viking, which was so not in character 🙄).
I am glad both of them are staying out of this shit show. I have a few edits, gifset and fanfiction in store about them (both together and singularly) and their children, and I will make up for fan content until someone will pick up their story and turn it into a serie or star them into one (still have hopes for TLK to at least mention them)
I know I am not talking about Gisla as frequently as I did, but I am still in love with her and Rolisla' story and I will always be, they are my favourites both historically wise and in the show.
But again, seeing Gisla would make more damage to her character than good, and tbh I want her to stay safe for as long as she can be. I am already really skeptic about how William The Conqueror will be handled, figures how she would be with Hirst in total control of the narrative.
I need her, but I want her in the hands of someone who is going to give her justice as a character, and not treat her as badly as she already was.
I know it is just a matter of time though until someone will pick their story up so let's not lose our hopes!!!
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The sea fig, ch. II, Adela.
(second chapter <3)
The sun was setting when Adelaide returned to her room. It had been a week since she first stepped into her aunt’s homestead, and she was still adjusting to how different London was to her homeland. The room was still showered with remnants of twilight, brightened by the light green of the walls. It didn’t have much furniture; by the south side was a bed, supplied with a swan feathered mattress and pillows and furred covers that contrasted nicely with the wood of the headboard. A wardrobe stood by the west well, and where the floor raised in a platform sat a simple bathtub. The north side held most of the windows, and a desk with a looking glass and some parchment alongside it. Though it was different from her room in Normandy, she enjoyed how simple it was.
Had she been in Normandy she would have lulled herself to sleep listening to the crashing waves, or the sounds of the city filling the air. London wasn’t much different, admittedly. While during the day it seemed dull and uninteresting, when darkness set its rule and the moon showed her face the city lit up. The alehouses represented much of the night’s entertainment, and the bustling sounds reached her windows, leaving her longing for something other than the stillness of the castle.
Her aunt and her ladies in waiting provided a good distraction, and quickly she had sparked up a friendship with Gytha, with which she spent the nights in pleasant conversation. Sometimes they were joined by Aelfwynn, though she appeared busier than Gytha.
Adela undressed and put on her nightgown, waiting for Gytha’s company as she brushed her hair by the desk. After a few minutes of silence finally the door opened, and she smiled as she saw Gytha enter her room.
“I am sorry if I couldn’t wait for you, I just needed to get out of that dress”.
Gytha let out a soft chuckle as she closed the door and she sat on her bed, her blonde hair now goldened by the candle’s lights.
“I imagined, sorry if I was late, your aunt needed me and Aelfwynn to sort out some fabrics.”
In a moment Gytha and Adela were deep in conversation, talking about each other and their lives until then. Gytha had much to tell about Denmark, how different it was from England and its people, and Adela in return talked about Normandy and how different they were from Frankia as a whole, how her people lived in relative peace and convivence.
“Of course it isn’t all sunshine, admittedly many Frankish Lords dislike us, but we also have some powerful allies like our cousins in Aquitaine”.
“Oh, so I guess there are Earls like Godwin everywhere”.
Adelaide’s interest was sparked when Gytha mentioned that name, and she couldn’t help but want to satisfy her curiosity.
“Isn’t he the right hand of the Queen and King alike?”
Gytha scrunched up her nose, shaking her head. “He certainly plays the part. He does his job well, but never trust him too much”.
Adela’s mind went back to something her Aunt Maude once told her. It was about her grandfather’s father: William Longsword. He had been a good ruler, but too trusting of the other. That was his demise.
Gytha suddenly shifted and looked at her with a glimmer in her eyes.
“You ask an awful lot of questions, but never tell anything about yourself. All this talk of Normandy won’t fool me! Now you shall tell me about this Duke of Lyonnaise”.
Adela laughed a little and shrugged, not very entertained by the tale of the less amusing nuisance in all of Frankia.
“There is not much to tell, he is uninteresting but a good party. There is a man who I like much more, the Duke of Blois. But my family dislikes his, and my father would not have that union.”
“Did you love him?”
“No, I wouldn’t say I did. I just liked him far better. It wouldn’t be wise for a woman such as me or you to do more than like any man”.
“And yet Queen Emma and my uncle seem to have found more than just liking in each other”
“You are not wrong. But that’s rare, and the one exception that confirms the rule.”
“And don’t you hope to have… something more?”
Adelaide moved to answer but stopped herself. She had never thought about something more; yes, she had many examples in her family of people who married and loved each other, namely her forebearers Duke Rollo and Princess Gisla. She had been married to him by her father to form an alliance, and had fallen so deeply in love with each other that many Norman tales and songs still told of their love and how beneficial that union had been for both Normandy and each other. Their son William Longsword had found love in both his first wife Sprota and then Liuthgarda, who responded in treachery. Her grandfather Richard the Fearless had loved her grandmother Gunnora, and then his many mistresses, with which he had produced some of her uncles. And her parents themselves were very happy with each other. Despite coming from a line of people who had found love in their partners, that something more wasn’t what she saw in her life. Since she was a girl, she had been educated in all matters regarding the politics of her lands as was Norman costume. Her greatest desire had always been to form a beneficial alliance for Normandy, and maybe marry in the confines of Frankia, as to not stray away from her beloved Rouen.
Gytha’s question wasn’t one she had ever considered, that something more for her looked more like being fortunate to find a man who’d allow her to rule beside him whatever land would welcome her as its own. She found herself grow uncomfortable, her guts stirring for a question that had been innocent and yet had cracked a chasm where she had always found sure footing.
“I don’t know what’s more, Gytha. It isn’t in me. My Aunt was kissed by fortune, but I have never thought of more and I… don’t even know if I want it”.
Gytha looked at her with a knowing look, and smiled a little.
“Let me tell you, you resemble a lot your aunt when you make that face”.
They ended up giggling and changing subject, concentrating in lighter chatter. Adela was grateful to have Gytha with her, a friend with which she could be herself and not be judged as too harsh to be ladylike. Maybe her exposure to her aunt as her lady in waiting made it easier, or the fact that she was a Dane, but she didn’t seem to mind Adela’s sharp words and observation. And she genuinely liked Gytha, who was fun and gentle and kind.
When it was late enough they realized it was time to retire, and though they didn’t want to put a stop to their fun it was time to rest. They were exchanging the last few words before Gytha’s exit when a sound caught their attention.
They stopped talking and realized it came from the city. It was the scream of a woman, a horrifying wail that made Gytha and Adelaide rush to the window and open it. A few guards were already covering the area, and they couldn’t see what was happening behind the entrance arch that sheltered them from the view. In a mix of curiosity and fear the two made for the door so they could at the very least ask the guards some informations, when outside their corridor they met Earl Godwin.
“Ladies, stay in the room and do not get out for any reason. If in need of anything I will place guards outside your doors, though now I must hurry and call Queen Emma”.
Gytha nodded and moved to close the door, but Adela prevented it by holding the door in it’s place.
“What is happening?”
Earl Godwin was taken aback by her questioning, recognizing in her the same mannerisms he had only seen in the Queen before now.
“The Dane priest Cynleaf was killed; we are assuming the attack was provoked by another Dane in the alehouse”.
Adela could sense Gytha gasp and tense behind her, and soon the Earl left them. They ended up spending the night together in Adela’s room, with guards outside the door and the chaos of the city muffled by the windows now closed.
Gytha had succumbed to sleep almost instantly, leaving Adela alone with her thoughts. Before she fell asleep, her agitated mind kept circling between the events of the night and Gytha’s words.
He certainly plays the part.
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