If it had never been for his Priestess and her near constant talk of sins he might have never understood avarice and might not have found himself wondering if they were a culture plagued with it. Was it something that could be inherited through the years from father to son? The thought of avarice, the mere consideration of it made Ragnar wonder for a moment if something wasn’t happening to him. Why was he so suddenly concerned with if he sounded greedy or not? Ambition was a ravenous thing, he knew it, he accepted it and attributed to his previous thought he would teach their sons that while it was a good thing, it was also a blinding thing, hungry like a monster that became stronger the more it was fed. It was, like most aspects of Ragnar, a dangerous thing. Giving his head a firm shake he attempted to dispel it and yet, it did not fully work and his mind only wondered more, spurred, as he always was, by his curiosity. How was he greedy? Sure, Loki was a greedy God but Ragnar did not worship Loki he worshiped Odinn and the Allfather had yet to reprimand Ragnar for anything of the sort. When they didn’t punish for it as Nerian’s God did. It was her nameless, faceless deity that was greedy; like Loki. Greedy, selfish, and horrible to his many wives (going with Ragnar’s conviction of that because this deity never loved them, never gave them the pleasure that a man could and would).