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this will be a bit of the writing but lke im not done and its like typos so fuck ts gang gang and so basically ulf is gonna be on a slave trade become a warrior and kill the gods bye

The 8th century.

In the deep lands of Scandinavia, a young boy named Ulf Leifsson Vargungr, at the age of 16, is helping his father Leif out with some herbal teas. Ulf has dark brown eyes adorned with kohl on his waterline. Ulf has shoulder-length jagged pale blonde hair with a few small braids with little trinkets and crow bones braided in.

Ulf’s father is an older withered man with long platinum blonde hair and long nails. He wore kohl around his eyes and had scars all over his body. Leif sits on a bench inside their small cabin while Ulf grabs a small basket getting ready to wash their clothes in the small creek that is a short hike away.

“Pabbi! Thank you for the tea, but I must go now and wash the linen and woollens.” Ulf puts down the basket, kissing his father on the forehead before picking up the basket, putting his shoes on and walking out to the creek.

Leif stays quiet, doing his daily tasks as usual. Ulf grabs his leather waterskin that hung near the front of the door and stuffs it into the basket so he could grab a drink with it from the pond while he goes out to meet his childhood friend, Toke Krokarson.

Ulf walks around in the forest, walking into twigs and thorned vines that poked at his feet and legs. Ulf winces at the pain, walking more and more into the wooded area. When Ulf reached the creek his ankles were already covered in fresh scars.

Ulf looks ahead, seeing a man in his 40’s sitting on a long tree that sat across the pond.

There was a pale, frail but athletic man sitting on a fallen down tree that was halfway in the pond and halfway on the surface. He was naked and his hair was long in the shade of a powder white. The corner of his mouth has a faint scar on it, making Ulf a bit curious. His foot splashes in the water as he stares off into the distance.

Ulf was a bit annoyed that this man decided to wash in the pond he wanted to grab a quick drink in then wash his clothes in so he stepped closer to the end of the pond. “It is too cold to take a swim in these waters, sir. Are you not from here? Do you need clothes?” Ulf tilts his head, dipping the basket into the water as he washes the clothes within the basket.

“I am Lopt. I am a native.” Lopt grins, lying against the wood as he splashes his foot into the water, getting Ulf a bit wet. Ulf hurried with the washing, getting ready to run off, completely lost of thirst. “That is nice.” Ulf nods slowly, taking the basket out the water and wringing out every clothing before putting it in the now dry basket.

“I should head off now.” Ulf stands up, bending over to pick up the basket. “Where are you heading?” Lopt’s voice drops instantly, his response to Ulf’s comment made him sit up on the log.
“I’m going to see my friend.” Ulf steps back slowly before walking down a newer path which leads to the village. Lopt slides down, plopping himself into the water. He walks through the cold water, stepping onto the grass and follows behind Ulf, catching up to him quickly and grabbing Ulf by his wrist.

Ulf immediately drops his basket, yelping. “What are you doing! Let go of me!” Ulf struggles trying to get free of Lopt’s strong grip which shocked Ulf because Lopt was a very skinny man. “Stop!” Ulf tears up, pulling and pushing Lopt. “Stay still! You will listen to me boy. I am your elder!” Lopt puts his free hand over Ulf’s face before ultimately grabbing him by the jaw.

Ulf pants, freezing and obeying Lopt. “You are not the son of Leif! Your entire village was massacred years ago.” Lopt digs his nails into Ulf’s cheek, making him wince violently. “You don’t know what you're talking about!” Ulf starts to cry at the hard truth, hitting at Lopt, just wanting to forget and run back home.

“Shut up! Do you want to know the truth and get your revenge?” Lopt pulls Ulf’s face close to his, their nose touching. Lopt was visibly angry and Ulf was so scared he stayed silent. Ulf finally gets free of Lopt’s grip, running off as quickly as he could. Lopt follows quickly, stepping onto Ulf’s shadow, making him freeze instantly. Ulf falls on the ground, getting hurt and injured by nature.

“Y.. You are not human! Who are you?!” Ulf cries out, trying to move out of Lopt’s giant shadow that cast over him. Lopt’s nude body is still dripping wet pond water which drips onto Ulf making him get the chills. “Loki. You are very observant, I must say.” Loki, the new found name of Lopt pushes Ulf’s head around, making him feel a loss of hope and care.

“Why are you so mean?..” Ulf’s mouth cracks open slightly, his eyes wide. Loki sighs, shaking his head. “Your blood is dirty! You are cursed and you don’t even know it.” Loki grabs Ulf by his foot, lifting it up.

“Don’t tell me that! I live a good life! Why would I be cursed!” Ulf pulls away his foot, looking around before falling completely silent.

A young wanderer with short red hair and a harp in his hand confronts Loki. “What a God you are. Who would ever look up to you?” The young man shakes his head, his eyes shut tightly as if he doesn't value Loki enough to not even catch a glimpse of him.

When Loki turned around and walked up to the man, that was his first mistake. Ulf, once free from his shadow, runs fast, as fast as he could, trying his hardest to keep quiet and ignore all the fresh cuts from the thorned bushes.

Ulf thought about running back home but he didn't want his father getting hurt because of him. Ulf decides to drop his belongings at the front of the house and run off into a village. He ran into a village that wasn't the same as his friend Toke so he was a foreigner.
Ulf cries, falling on to the ground and just lying there.

“Who are you!” A woman calls out, holding tightly onto her children who stared at Ulf with curiosity and fear. Ulf opens his eyes to look at them before sitting up and sitting on his knees. “I am Ulf Vargungr.” His voice was shaking, struggling to stand up. The woman runs out shouting for help. Ulf looks around, confused, scared and cold.

The husband of the woman grabs him roughly, escorting him to the chief's hall. It was noisy and smelled like smoke. The chief was laughing with his men while eating a thick slab of meat on top of a thick piece of bread.

The chief notices Ulf, but he continues to eat his food while staring intently at him. The chief points at Ulf with a greasy knife, sitting up as he stares at the farmer and the boy. “What is this?” His voice was stern and a bit annoyed.

“My Lord. look at what the forest had spit out today. He calls himself Ulf Vargungr but he's not so scary is he?” The farmer holds tightly onto scared Ulf, making him feel even more scared. “Go back to your Hearth, Egil. Take this silver as a reward for finding this stray!” The chief laughs as his men laugh as well. He tosses the silver into the farmer's hand.

im writingn about uhhhh 8th century nordic mytho but its fiction so nobody here is like real so gang gang