Ravensblood Forest the eye of odin

of course I am always up for Thistle Ragnar threads. and Ragnar in dilerium is hilarious

Thistle knew her viking would just brush of her concern but she could not help it. It was the way she was made to worry and heal others. It was just the simple fact of the matter really. She would always put other's before herself, though she would find at the birth of her children they would come first over any and all though that time was not here yet admittedly.

Thistle could feel the heat radiating from underneath her husband's pelt and she bit her lip hard tasting the coppery taste of her own blood. She looked around to see how much further they needed to go. They had a few minutes of a walk ahead of them. She looked him over with practiced eye, she could probably get him to their den, but she was not 100 percent certain and it worried her to no end, stubborn viking he would do this push himself until got sick.

She would have to stop frequently herself for her rounded sides took most of her energy when walking. However, she was unsure if this would help or make it worse for the scarred warrior that she loved.