blood and starlight

So I went off of your last post in the actual plot thread. Hope that's ok! :D

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For a moment, Ragnar swayed as he limped, so close to home now, eyes sliding closed again, and imagined that he could hear the shrieks of children’s laughter, the sound of Thistle’s laughter like the soft lull of his favorite lullaby. The sounds were beckoning the silver Viking home. The bear hadn’t gotten anywhere near anything vital, and the tears in his flesh where the bear’s claws had sliced through fur and tissue and sinew, were not that deep at all but he had lost a lot of blood and in the wake of it he was aware that even these dream sounds were too unreal. The lullaby of a happy life, of his wife and their children varying colors of the sun and the moon and some of sand and snow was not his life. At least, not yet. Their first litter of children had yet to be born. The Viking’s eyes opened with reluctance and willed his body forward to limp, each step heavy as he drew towards @Thistle Cloud as she approached, her medicines in her grasp.

“My love,” The Viking cooed half-heartedly to her, barely hearing his own soft, heavily accented voice over the loud throb of his heart in his ears. Surely, this was normal for him. Expected of him. How many times had Floki dealt with this? More than either of them could count, certainly; and then there had been the time when he had nearly died first by blood loss, second by near drowning and then by infection. Two of which in the same day, the following within the same week. I have had worse. He heard her but did not deign to answer because she already knew it since he was the only one limping towards her with a bloodied hip/leg.

Ragnar had meant to lay down so as to make it easier for her to tend to her, but the action was anything but graceful. The uninjured side of his body collided with the hard earth roughly and he curled around himself - somehow - and attempted to lick the fur matted with blood and wounds clean though his reach (mostly because of his bulky body) wasn’t all that impressive, just catching the edge of the longest, middle claw mark.