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Alex met Morgan while invading a village. Arson was a shared interest of theirs. Alex lit fires with a simple snap of their fingers or even just a thought if they truly felt like it. Morgan had to try a bit harder than that. They built traps and gathered supplies. They laid complex plans and backup plans and backup plans for the backup plans. They thought at least 37 steps ahead at any given time. They hadn’t foreseen Alex. It was a happy little accident of the universe that Alex decided to invade the very same village Morgan was pulling a heist in. Neither of them were very good at being Vikings. They were both born and raised in Viking settlements. However they never really understood the Viking traditions and culture and community. They preferred the solitude and adventure and freedom alloyed to them outside of the confines of the lives they were born into. Alex supposes the only thing they truly have in common with the Vikings was their desire for a good fight. Though they shared little passion for conquest, they sought the adrenaline of a battle. Morgan and Alex met for the first time as Alex was attempting to lure a worthy opponent and Morgan set off a small explosion. Alex’s attention was captured by the fact that Morgan wasn’t running. They had been terrorizing the town for long enough that anyone in their right mind should’ve been sprinting as far as possible as quickly as possible. Yet Morgan was still here. Seemingly taking advantage of the mayhem to sneak into their target’s home uninterrupted. Well, mostly uninterrupted. That is, until Alex swooped in and started off with a barrage of questions. Until Morgan slapped a hand over their mouth and told them to shut up and leave or be useful and hold the torch. It was getting late after all, the Sun almost set. Any good heister knows a steady source of light is important. Alex’s interest was peaked. Morgan just wanted their toaster back.