Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

I know that's what makes them so badass, I think! ;D Wrap this up so we can have another? Though if no one takes your open thread with Thistle I might snag it. :)

In Ragnar’s defense, if one could be truly made for the Viking at all, Odinn had commanded him to carry out his will, not hand them off to another in the hopes that things went well. No. Their culture was specific, and there was a right way to do things and then there was wrong ways to do them - just like anything. Their game of chase forgotten by both of them he heard her sigh. It was not quite an exasperated sigh he guessed but it wasn’t exactly contended either. “I am fairly sure one of our seeds took, Thistle.” Whether it was the faceless Plateau male’s or Ragnar’s own, unless Thistle proved to be infertile. Ragnar felt her bury her face against his neck but the Viking had no words of comfort to offer his wife. He was not the type of man to offer comfort at any rate. “This is not the only place for us.” Was all Ragnar offered her. Whether it provided comfort or not depended upon her, really.