swimming in the smoke

He could see the worry brewing like a far off storm in the azure pools of her eyes, beautiful and captivating as they held his icy oceanic gaze. Ragnar suspected that nothing but his return would truly erase her worry. He did not understand where her worry stemmed from, unaware that she was in love with him and that it was that love that housed her worry. When it came to the matters of the heart Ragnar was unknowing and inexperienced. He drew in a careful breath and let it out. “Thor will watch over me,” Thor was certainly not Ragnar’s favorite God but he would do in a pinch the Viking supposed; and if it made her feel better for him to commit a God to watch over him while he was away from her then he would do it, if only to ease her worry a fraction. “I must go now, Thistle, I promised her I would meet her before sunset.” Ragnar sighed with reluctance as he detached himself from her after giving her one, last, lingering kiss, rubbing his cheek against her own before he lowered his muzzle to her rounded womb. “Behave for your mother, children.” He spoke to them before he pulled himself away further knowing that if he did not his reluctance would only grow.