blood and starlight

You get my 300th post with Ragnar! :D For a second there I had to double check to make sure it was right and that I had actually posted that much. xD

Ragnar put much stock into things such as prophesies and superstitions. Half of the time, Seers never gave direct answers and Ragnar had learned that more or less they were up for open interpretation. Or at least that was what Ragnar assumed, where it was right or not he couldn’t be sure. His interpretations had yet to cause Thor to strike him dead so he decided that his assumption was safe. At least for the time being. The prophesy that Ragnar would have many sons had been as clear as crystal, not some crafty worded response or his least personal favorite, the returned question worded differently to make a wolf deduce that what they desired to see would be so. Though Ragnar believed in a Seer’s powers, he also believed that the Gods did not always answer them — after all they were busy, too and surely they could not answer every single question every single wolf had.

“He did,” Ragnar confirmed at Thistle’s chuckle, wondering for a moment if she was taking him seriously. But this was Thistle; and she knew better than to mock his Gods, especially to his face. Had she not felt them? Heard them that day in Ravensblood Forest when he had summoned and then been possessed by Odinn? Had she not heard the guttural and tremble of the Allfather’s powerful voice? Ragnar chose if only to soothe his own concern that she had been laughing fondly at the idea of having a lot of sons and that it meant nothing else. “Pregnancy is becoming on you, my love. It fills me with great pride and happiness to see you round with my children.” He murmured into the silky velveteen fur of her ear, voice low, nearly a accented whisper. Desire and love also, but those went without saying.