Bound in blood, ; Aslak

[Aslak Ulveham]

He stood up from his chair and started to pace back and forward with his arms crossed on his back. His footsteps rung heavily in the longhouse, maybe the women had left the building, feeling some sort of tension building up.
There was at least tension building up inside him, it drove him mad. His brother was trying to make him calm down, lay aside thoughts of swordfights and bloodshed; he knew that as well as he knew that older man.

Where Aslak was brutal and rough, Sigurd was controled and calm. The thing they shared was how restless both of them were. That thought lightened a fire within his eyes, making a sly grin lure itself over his lips, he stopped, smiling at the mere air. He chuckled silently, not relaxing for a moment, but rather keeping his stiff positure with his hands crossed behind his back.
"If we can't have an open war, then we can do it in silence." he kept that sly grin on his face, starting to walk towards his brother, though keeping a distance.
"Remember that there are many ways of leading a war, big brother." He chuckled with a low laughter, grey eyes shining with predatory lust for a hunt, a chase.

[Sigurd Sea-Sailor]

He watched his brother stand up from the chair and started walking around. Even though they were both restless Sigurd was known to be a little calmer than the younger of them – at least in temper. Looking into Aslak’s eyes it was clear that he lusted to hunt the Amazons down. In the background he heard a door shut. Hild had withdrawed to her chambers. The woman knew she would get her say soon enough, but this wasn’t the time. No one but Sigurd and Aslak had anything to do in this conversation at this point.

“Sure,” Sigurd said and placed his hands on the table. “But we still need to know what we are fighting! You cannot lure anything without knowing what bait to use either,” he continued. To start a war now would be like fighting in pitch black darkness without even knowing what they were up against or how to kill it.“There is a right way, and a wrong one. Which one is which I don’t know yet, but we will not do anything until we find out. I will not risk it, brother. Not now.” His voice was more firm now, but he took a deep breath and sat back again. “But if you have any suggestions that will not put any of our kinsmen in danger I will like to hear them,” he then said, looking at Aslak.

[Aslak Ulveham]

He chuckled again, seeing that his words had led his brother to a different conclusion than the one he himself had in mind. It was quite brilliant actually, or dumb, your choice. Aslak wasn't a man who went in for things without getting gold and green forests, but why not prove that he could be more than he was? Why not show different values of the wolf? The sacrificing part.
He parted his hands and put his arms out at each side, looking as if he wanted to show the world, the big point.
"Who said anything about fighting and sacrificing our men, big brother." Once again he chuckled. If he had been in his normal wits he'd been sure that he'd completely lost it by now. But he had such a calm way about it now, just chuckling like some wolf who had found the best elk in the forest. "As said, there are many different ways of warfare. Some include charm or martyrdom."