Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

She spoke that she had no desire to rule which was so very different from his own desires in regards to leadership and he smirked slightly, mostly to himself at the use of what he thought was an endearment. Dearheart, he kind of liked it even if it was a little strange to him. “Things are not the same here at the Ridge as they are in Odinn’s Cove,” The Viking attempted to reassure his wife, eluding subtly that he did have deigns to rule again. Something that Ragnar realized he should probably share with her now that they were “married”. “That is our way. I do not think that is Pump’s way. I made a deal with her some time ago about becoming the Beta Male, shortly after the landslide. I think I have kept up my end of the bargain though I do not know if or when she will promote me.” And it wasn’t as if he could challenge for the rank since it was currently unoccupied. He could only challenge the rank above him which if his grasp on their hierarchy was well enough was likely the crippled Kennedy and no matter how ambitious or ruthless Ragnar was there was no victory in challenging a cripple.

“You don’t have to worry so much,” Ragnar smiled down at her. “Odinn has promised me a long life and I plan to live it.” He told her in hopes of easing her apparently sudden worry about having to lead. “Yes. You are my Queen and everyone beneath you has to listen to you.” That was the simplest way Ragnar could explain it to her. “I said you would be a tiny Viking, not a weak Viking. Don’t twist my words,” He teasingly defended himself, giving her a mock offended look. “That is what is best about my Gods, Thistle. They only desire your respect not your devotion.” In any rate it was likely that Ragnar was devout enough for both of them.

He felt her nip at his shoulder once more, and Ragnar took it to mean that it was her favorite place to plant love bites on his body. “Mmm,” The Viking breathed in a soft groan. “I have missed your body.” He admitted to her in a cheeky, entirely way too suggestive manner with a sexy, mischievous grin to accompany his words.