in my dreams we are always together

“My respect for Floki’s pride, mostly,” Ragnar responded with an errant shrug of his broad and scarred shoulders, sharing a secretive grin with her. “But also because I would have gotten a reminder of how the Gods always watched.” Or something along those lines. Floki wasn’t exactly what anyone would call predictable; but that was a far cry from a bad thing to the Viking. Ragnar glimpsed around them then before he bent down to give her a kiss. “I put off my patrols early this morning to finish those so I should probably go tend to my Warden duties.” Of course, his duty as husband and father would come first, always, but he couldn’t shrug off what made the money his Trade duties as Head Warden.