Partake in a competition...

Maybe it was a good idea to impress some people around this place. Tjorvi looked around for a moment. Everyone was drinking as if their life depended on it – celebrating for a whole bunch of reasons. For the new alliance. For the married couple. For personal victories that happened in their lives. Perhaps simply because they were drengr, always ready to swing their fists and have mead in gluttonous amounts. An axe throwing competition was going on in the corner of the large hall. Nearby, another man was calling out – desperately trying to get over the volume produced by the feasting Vikings – to announce that he was looking for archers for another competition. Considering Tjorvi had been practicing in both areas, he started making his way to the crowd to reach the activities…

A single soul had noticed the cloaked figure, clearly a bit out of place in a feast like this. With incredible swiftness, it only took a couple of seconds and an elegant yet powerful swirl for a woman, clearly a shieldmaiden, to end up right in front of Tjorvi. Her full breasts gently smashed into his chest with a pair of grey eyes staring right into his like she was trying to read his mind. There was a mischievous smirk on her beautiful face, light spots of ink tattooed over it, and luscious brown hair falling down to a skimpy top. Armor that was merely covering up her chest, but the confidence flickering in her eyes said more than enough.

"Stand still, handsome." The words came out, almost as a seductive whisper, but suddenly one of her arms shifted upwards. Tjorvi could hear the unmistakable noise of an axe swinging by his head before it was released out of her skilled grip. Neither of them could see how the weapon swung through the air, and neither of them had to see either as the roaring and cheering of the nearby crowd said more than enough, once again. The brunette’s tongue trailed over her own bottom lip for a second before she gently pushed herself away from Tjorvi, taking a good look at the target that she had aimed for blindly. The inability to see had done very little to her accuracy as the axe was planted in the middle of the bullseye, made out of wood and hay. Stuck in the materials, one of the muscled drengr having to put his strength into pulling loose the weapon.

"Come on, Gyda! Are you seriously going to use the newcomer as an obstacle without giving him a chance to partake himself? Where are your manners." Someone among the audience remarked. A hand reached out to tap against Gyda’s rear, easily managing to hit the bare flesh as the bottoms of that battle gear were just as skimpy as the top. No matter how it was meant to playfully scold Gyda, the remark definitely had a hint of challenge towards the new man as well.

A gentle giggle - unfit for most warriors but so suitable for someone like the intriguing shieldmaiden - would reach Tjorvi’s ears. "I usually care more about deeds than words, but they’re right. Care to take your shot, stranger?" Reaching down, Gyda’s fingers trailed over the waistband of the young man’s pants for just a split second before her eyes fell onto the axe hanging on him. This couldn't be a thrall, right? There was something strange about this man, which made him even more intriguing for her, and it seemed like most people watching and/or participating in the axe throwing contest would more than agree. All of them were looking in suspense to see what this newcomer had to offer, and it didn't take long before one of the axes was tugged out of the wooden table. It was tossed over towards Gyda, who easily caught it and flipped it around - offering it to the man in front of her.