Stavanger Bay Sunlight on my side

Ragnar had been heading back to the den he shared with Thistle and their young wards (since I assume Gunnar has gotten his own den by now, maybe?) when her scent, sweet as it was with the scent of her mother's milk, tickled along the viking's black, leathery nose and he abruptly changed course eager to spend some time with her and their unborn children. As he approached he heard her quick pants, the sound of her body scooting around in the dirt, no doubt attempting to find something that was remotely comfortable for her causing his ears to thrust forth atop his skull as he shrugged into the underbrush, singular eye finding her soon and easily enough. Thistle looked measurably bigger than she had last year, though if this was because she carried more children, or if because they were his children he did not know. Perhaps, even, it might have been a combination of the both. “How big was Crete?” Ragnar inquired, ignorant to the fact that she'd been attempting to take a nap. Ragnar did not think of his wife's ex lover too often these days though the jealousy that he had once harbored – the consideration that should the DiSarinno ever show his face again that Thistle would flit back to his side and leave Ragnar without a second look back - had long since gone.


Ragnar's possessiveness had bred his jealousy but at this point he doubted there would be anyone that could separate them. Despite their arguments, which had not been as much lately, he found, they had strange love for one another. A king and his queen. Like Odinn and Freyja. Frigga might have been a temptress that caught the All-Father's eyes but his Queen was his one and true love. “Do you think they are just big because of me? Or that you are carrying ten sons in there?” He teased her lightly with a soft brush of his muzzle against her rounded, swollen womb that was exposed to him, feeling one of the children react to his touch, or perhaps it was his voice. “They know me.” He remarked with a soft, and rarely genuine smile. He should have been used to this sort of thing by now, but still he could not help but marvel over it, knowing that soon their children would be born into the world.