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In a way, she had it right but also, as Ragnar was sure the both of them knew, wrong. It wasn’t any one’s business but it was because they were apart of this pack and a pack needed to work as a cohesive unit or else it would fall to it’s knees bloody and beheaded. They were allowed privacy as individuals but also they weren’t allotted much of it as a family. Secrets were best not kept when they could get around and become some ugly, twisted version of the truth. “It is what it is,” Ragnar sighed then. “Either we will not have to seek permission at all next year,” Meaning Ragnar would be the Alpha of that Viking pack he had dreamed of starting since before he had even arrived to fulfill Odinn’s demands, “Or we will known to ask it first.” Meaning that if his plans should never fall through they would seek Pump’s permission first. However, for the moment, Ragnar did not dwell upon the future and what it had in store for the couple. There was too much time in between to think of much with any sort of conviction.

He smiled wryly at her words but in truth, though he understood she had not intended them that way, it made his near single minded drive and ambitiousness as greediness. Maybe he was greedy. Maybe his entire culture and kinsmen were greedy; they certainly put it off when they raided and slaughtered innocent packs for the simple sake of self preservation. For food and medicines so they could continue to thrive and survive in a world where only the fittest did actually survive. His eyes were grim as he processed that, wishing for the smallest moment, that Nerian had never told him about her “seven deadly sins”. He still did not entirely understand them - he would never fully understand her or her ways; but he shrugged it off in the next hairsbreadth of a second, offering his wife a lazy, albeit suggestive smirk. “You would know,” The Viking murmured to her, his softened, heavily accented voice growing heavy with the edge of huskiness that had crept into it.