wrath of the northmen

*Ragnar* · April 29, 2014, 06:16 PM

Ragnar's exit post.

At Thistle’s correction regarding the bear Ragnar’s eyes snapped to her sharply looking for any signs of injuries - even though he knew she had not been attacked by it - “Oh,” Well that changed things quite a bit. The situation had abruptly shifted with the knowledge that it had came after Thistle and Pump. “I did not know.” And was a little irritated that he hadn’t been informed sooner. He had gone along the borders - into the forest even - thinking it was as not as big of a threat as it was. However, there were slightly more pressing matters that needed to be the focus of his attention at the current moment and so Ragnar let it go for the time being. Thistle corrected him just as Ragnar had expected her too. He might have seen the finesse and art of her trade, he understood it’s importance and respected it more than Thistle probably knew. She had saved his life with her knowledge though she had never told him that, either - and Floki had saved his life countless times though Floki was hardly as modest about it as Thistle was. Ragnar gave a nod as to the situation with Diluculo glad that she was giving him permission to handle it as he saw fit as long as it did not upset the pack in any sort of way.

Ragnar stoically, regarded Pump’s words with careful consideration, dissecting them to see if there was any sort of hidden meaning that would catch him off guard in the future. They were not the words he had been wanting. Still, she denied him. For a wild second he contemplated who he would have to kill for the position because he was not beyond that - if ending his brother, Björn’s life was any indication (it was), and if she was underestimating his ambition she would be in for the shock of her life. Killing was in his blood, it was apart of his genetics. It was understandable that Pump wanted him to focus on his wife and babes, it made sense but he was made to lead. Eyes narrowed into slits in their pools of Caribbean blue as he looked at neither Thistle or Pump. For a second he stared at nothing as he realized he was failing Odinn and knowing that made his heart feel heavy. How many times would Odinn accept his failures before he was barred from Valhalla? Odinn had selected him, had favored him and yet Ragnar saw only how he was failing his God - his descendent.

Ragnar only knew if Pump chose someone else over him that he would leave. It was ultimately her choice but Ragnar would no longer continue to be her lap dog. He could be a leader and a father. Ragnar’s own father had done it but there was no sense in arguing with her over it - her decision had been made. He looked at Thistle then, feeling Odinn’s disappointment in him like a crushing weight. “I didn’t need to be told to take care of them,” The Viking told Pump before he then looked to her, “Goodnight Pump.” The Viking spoke his parting words before he offered Thistle a parting nuzzle before he stalked off towards Ravenbloods Forest where he intended to spend the night without the warmth of Thistle’s body beside him, without the shelter of the walls and roof of their den. It was his way of strengthening himself and pushing his body’s boundaries and hopefully restore whatever was left of Odinn’s faith in him.