Ragnar: Sharpening knives H-hey, uh, you think this cryptic shit means somethin' or just more bullshit from our brother?
looks at the message let me take a look…hmm…your brother says that he’s sorry and that he’s been trying to reach out to you but something prevented him from doing so. he wants you to know that he loves you and he’s coming back home.
drops his sharpening stone, eyes wide Holy fucking shit, he's alive! He's actually fucking alive! grabs ThistleMelancholy's shoulders tightly
yeah but what does the drawing mean?
throws his knives into the air and catches them Fuck if I know, Thistle! But we gotta prepare. He's coming back, and I won't let him walk into another massacre.
ok ok calm down I’m working on deciphering the symbol he was last in contact with a research team in alaska.
paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair Damn it, Thistle, we don't have time! We need to act fast, before he gets here!
snarls No, Thistle, we need to move now! We can't afford to waste any more time! Pack your bags, we're heading to Alaska right now!
grabs ThistleMelancholy's arm and pulls her towards the door No time to lose, Thistle! We need to find those fuckers in Alaska and prepare for whatever comes our way! Move it!
grabs his backpack and starts rummaging through it Fuck, Thistle, we need to be prepared for anything!
she runs over to her room and grabs her camping gear
As Ragnar and ThistleMelancholy rush to pack their things and head to Alaska, they encounter dangerous adversaries and face life-threatening challenges in their quest to rescue their long-lost brother.
so I found the symbol he was last seen in alaska. there’s a cabin in the woods.
slams his fist on the table, eyes gleaming with determination Good, Thistle! Now we know where to go.
and I have the coordinates
grabs ThistleMelancholy's arm and pulls her towards the door Alright, Thistle, let's fucking move! We're going to rescue our brother and put an end to whatever game these bastards are playing!
grabs her backpack and follows her
rushes outside and starts the engine of his truck Hold on tight, Thistle! We're tearing ass to Alaska!
jumps into the passenger seat and buckles up
revs the engine and speeds off, tires screeching Hang on, Thistle! We're gonna tear through those Alaskan mountains like a damn tornado!
whispers I hope my maps are right
grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white Don't worry, Thistle, I've got this under control!
nods and puts her phone on the couch
slams his foot on the gas pedal, roaring down the highway Fuck, Thistle, I won't let these assholes get away with what they've done to our brother!
looks out the window those poor animals
grits his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tighter Damn straight, Thistle! These fuckers think they can mess with our family and get away with it?