(m) the lightning we generate without restraints

It is fun I like to see Thistle's reactions because even i don't know what she's going to do next lol.

Thistle huffed in annoyance her blue eyes flashing at him with irritation. "You are insufferable Ragnar! Now look what you did. She watched the herbs go partially away from her. She could not reach them now so she would not be able to shove them down his throat. The minute she got up he would follow and she would not be able to lure him to the ground again, he learned to quickly from her tricks.

So instead she put all her weight on him simply sitting down on his side and chest to keep him from moving to much while she contemplated on how to get the roots down his gullet. She was thinking hard, though her mate made it exceptionally hard to do so he and all his rugged handsomeness it was hard to deny him what he wanted.