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She did not refrain from expression her opinion, but Floki wasn't the least bit offended by her words. Instead, he found himself nodding his agreement. Thistle Cloud had told him that the "sacrifice" had really happened when Ragnar was high on mushrooms and had tried to steal a kill from some ravens; but in his haze, Ragnar had truly believed that the act was committed by Odinn himself.

"No, I totally get what you're saying," he replied, shifting his position slightly so that he was leaning just a bit more against her. He could feel her warmth radiating into his fur. "I think if my dad had been around longer, I would have learned a lot more about his traditions and maybe I would have appreciated them more. But I just...kind of feel like it's silly," he admitted. He just couldn't buy into the belief that there were invisible gods to appease with actions that proved to be harmful.

"Like I said, Jorunn knows a lot more about it than I do -- he's got some kind of connection with our dad that I just don't have," he added, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Perhaps if he opened his heart to Ragnar's ways, the dead viking or Odinn himself would reach out to him -- but he wasn't sure he wanted to.