Horizon Ridge Can't hide the truth

Ragnar listened respectfully when Thistle posed her question to him, no doubt speaking of the scars that marred the left partion of his face, carefully arranged and designed though to most they without a doubt simply looked ugly. Ragnar had never expected anyone to understand their symbolism and their meaning to him. They were supposed to be arranged to form a disjoined raven - Odinn’s mark. Her question was fair but simply reminded Ragnar of how much he had yet to teach Thistle. “It is not something that is expected of us, if that is what you are asking. It was my choice,” Ragnar informed her with a thoughtful undercurrent. “It is Odinn’s mark - a raven. My father carved it into me when I became the lead Berserker shortly before he died and if, someday, they want marks of their own, I will bestow the same honor.” Ragnar would not refuse their sons if they too, wished to bear a mark of a God upon their face/body.

Thistle did not seem overly outraged at him when she finally spoke in response to Týr as she had when he had told her of Dagmar, though she did not sound overtly enthused, either. In hindsight, Ragnar realized that he could not blame her for though he assumed she was more upset that he had not told her sooner than she was about the fact that they had taken the boy captive. That, however, proved to not be the exact case. “I have taken many captives in my short life, Thistle, I have killed many. I know these things seem wrong to you but it is the way of life for me. I don’t expect you to agree with it, and I will perform the Rite Of Passage to make you recognized as a Viking but you don’t have to participate with me in the way of life as in Raids and Slaves and things if you do not wish too.” Ragnar told her demurely though he secretly hoped that she might, someday, change her mind. He wanted to share his world with her and all that it entailed. It was not exactly uncommong for them to make wives/husbands of wolves from other cultures (especially of packs they raided) but she was his first non-Viking wife and his desire to share his world with her was the truest form of trust he could ever offer her.

“Floki and I never really discussed what would happen if his memories came back,” Likely, Ragnar looked back upon it, they should have. It had been determined by Floki that his head injury would keep his past memories at bay, that he would never know different. If Sveinn regained them he would either understand why Ragnar had done what he had, or he would hate him for it. “I wouldn’t say it would cause a problem, he is just a teenage boy; and if they would awaken he will either hate me for it or understand why I did it.” Ragnar spoke offering her a nonchalant shrug not really all that worried about it.

"Take care not to worry so much Thistle, he is a docile boy." Docile for a Viking, but clear headed. He doubted that even if his memories were regained that Sveinn would take action - that wasn't the kind of wolf that he was Ragnar had learned.