Horizon Ridge I'll send you to hell in a handbasket

It seemed the worst of their fight had passed and Ragnar, exhausted from the trip having pushed himself a little harder than had probably been necessary to get back to her. He noticed her wince but didn’t comment on it simply because he didn’t have the chance. Beating him to the punch Thistle informed him that one of his sons had a strong kick and the Viking smirked to himself. “Then sleep, I will watch over you.” He murmured to her before he laid down in a sphinx position outside of the den they shared together, prepared to take a light nap while Thistle slept.