Now, he did not look for that to be in the cards unless for some reason Bragi decided to stop running away from the truth and accept it.

Still, like any father, Ragnar worried about him and worried what Thistle might do to him if he spilled his secret to her. That he had taken and given the famous shield maiden his seed and that Bragi was the product of that blood frenzied, Berserker mushroom induced night. It was the same reason he did not broach the subject of a polygamy relationship with her, either, though he desired it, greatly. Both Nerian and Thistle were special to him and he did not realize what was wrong with wanting them both aside from that it was nothing short of pure selfishness and possessiveness. He would not give up Thistle for he loved her greatly, but he held affections for Nerian affections that went beyond master and slave, affections of a man and women kind. With the two women at odds with one another he knew he would never broach it with her, not when he felt that their rivalry with one another was at it's peak. In his younger years he would have been arrogant and smug that two women were battling it out over him, conceded beyond all rationality over it. Now, he just felt something of a sorrow about it because he wanted them to get along and he wanted them both to be his. To, as Nerian said, both give him sons. It was an enticing idea that had ensnared him the moment she had spoken it though he resisted because of the promise he made to Thistle. He could not lose @Thistle Cloud she was his soul mate even though he wasn't very clear on what exactly a soul was.

The swell of excitement in his chest was beaten down and contained swiftly as it came to his attention that Thistle, as far as Ragnar was aware, still didn't like Nerian and he had vowed that he wouldn't take another woman...but in Ragnar's mind this didn't fall under that particular category. It wasn't as if he was seeking Nerian for pleasure ...he could get that easily enough from Thistle. He truly did, in some warped way care for the Priestess and he wasn't sneaking behind his wife's back, either. If and when he broached the subject of it she would either be willing to give it a try, to invite Nerian into their home, family, and bed or she would be disgusted and angry with him. Not angry enough to leave him he assumed if only because he would only be suggesting it. A suggestion was not the same thing as actually doing it. If she refused him his polygamy desires he supposed he would have no other option then to drop it for once and for all.

"I told you I have given you my heart. I dreamt I was feeding you blood pudding and that was when I knew." Aside from ripping it out of his chest and handing it to her, which would leave him quite dead, he wasn't sure what else to do to prove it to her. He could love without Thistle having to sacrifice his heart. It was hers, and she had the power to crush it if she wanted too. She could obliterate it and he had no idea what might happen if she ever decided to do that to him and figured that it wasn't a state anyone wanted him to be in. He had no words for her on how this would be different because he had never had more than wife before. He had had a wife and many dalliances but never two women who he was committed too to bear him sons. He was curious and excited to find out, though. To know that shortly he would have two wives and another litter of children, his first known and present litter of the year of his blood....well providing Nerian consented. Silently, he moved closer to her and began to pepper her jaw with sultry kisses, before he pulled back some to see if she would accept his advances or spurn them.