Ravensblood Forest [m] let the rapture tear them away

That's fine, ahah. ;p EDIT. You get my 100th post! :D

In truth, Ragnar had not thought much of Thistle’s admittance of the tryst between her and the faceless Plateau male other than to contemplate on the rare times it weeded into his brain, as to why he was the first of knowledge about it and why she had not gone to Pump who was the actual leader of their ragtag band while Ragnar remained just the aspiring one - though as far he was aware only Pump and himself knew of his ambitions for the position of her Second in Command. It couldn’t have been because Ragnar - if he had been the leader - would have let it go. In Odinn’s Cove illegitimate pups were not uncommon, often the result of copulation between a slave girl and either her master or whatever male decided to mount her, and typically, allowed to live. Thistle was no slave and the stranger that had stolen her maidenhood was not even apart of their pack so the circumstances were admittedly, different but still, the Viking wouldn’t have made a huge deal out of it even if she had actually became pregnant.

Ragnar’s black, leathery nostrils flared when a familiar, heady scent, dreaded and adored as it was, tickled across his nose, causing the siren’s song he had been trying to dull to flare up with a spiteful vengeance. The girl and her infernal hormones would be lurking in Ravensblood, wouldn’t they? He froze when he heard a sigh - no doubt from Thistle who likely had the same reaction to stumbling across him as he did her. “I should be the one sighing mær,” He murmured under his breath keeping his distance from her in the small clearing they had both found themselves awkwardly placed in. “I didn’t expect you to be out of the Ridge,” He admitted attempting to ignore the call of her hormones while attempting to hide the gravitational pull and reaction they had on him.

It dawned on him then the possible reason why she was out here and he said keeping his face stoic, “Did you find him?” Of course the answer was evident - there was on one there but them (and Odinn admittedly), and no musk of man or sex that would have otherwise clung to her. But Ragnar had to ask it because as long as he was talking it was easier to ignore the call of her body to his.