If Ragnar had known that Thistle thought him and reckless went hand in hand he would have corrected her. He did not perceive himself or his actions as reckless, had learned that you couldn’t afford to be reckless since he had been Lead Berserker. The life of his men would have been at stake and sometimes it was better to let the enemy take the initiative. See what they would do; but maybe to her it did seem as if he were reckless. Unfortunately, he was not a God (though even his Gods could bleed and die) and injuries came with the job. With his way of life. Ragnar did not notice her wince when his body collided with a heavy thud to the hardened earth, clouds of dust billowing out around him where he had disturbed it. As he attempted to clean his wound for her she snapped at his muzzle, teeth near the leathery flesh of his nose - for the love of Valhalla he’d been trying to help her — but ceased his licking to fix her in one eye, studying her as she grumbled (albeit good naturedly but Ragnar didn’t pick up on this the oblivious man he was) and gave into her demands with a begrudging, exasperated sigh.
Despite his exasperation — the fact remained that while there were some things that he would not budge on with her she had somehow managed to grab his heart. Or …he had given it to her. Either way: she had it and the Viking was a little more willing to at the very least try to see her way. To take into consideration her side.
The feel of her tongue gliding over torn flesh, exposed sinew and matted fur was, somehow, a soothing feeling. A comfort. It brought Ragnar to the realization that he had come to rely on Thistle heavily - not just as a Healer but as his love and his wife, the mother of his children. She was all of that and more - if it were a possible thing; and further more he learned as she smoothed her tongue repeatedly over the blood matted fur and open wounds that he trusted her impeccably. Wholly. Ignoring her comment about him purposefully getting injured just so she would touch him (admittedly it was a perk) but if he wanted her to touch him he would have just asked. Ragnar wasn’t very timid - if at all, truthfully.