shatter me

Learning a language and teaching it would take quite some time and though Thistle had their collective lifetimes to learn it, Ragnar was, accordingly, in no hurry to teach her. Not because he didn’t want her to know it but because he figured she would share the lessons with their sons. Despite they contrasting differences they made a good, albeit probably unlikely pair period. Even their cultures were vastly different though Ragnar had intentions of teaching her the full ways of being a Viking. Ragnar watched as her brow furrowed when he spoke of sacrifice and for a moment wondered if she were about to tell him that she wouldn’t do it. It hadn’t occurred to him that she would tell him no, but he supposed if she did he would have to make the sacrifices himself as he had originally planned, granted, they wouldn’t be as powerful. “I can teach you,” Ragnar assured her, skimming his tongue over her nose. “It is nothing. You just kill your sacrifice animal as cleanly as possible and then after each kill say a little prayer I suppose you could call it to Freya and then separately, Frigg asking for a successful and easy birth and the continued health of you and our sons.” Ragnar told her. It was rather simplistic to him but then again he grew up sacrificing - it was nothing to him.