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His words had stopped Maude's war path. In fact, she rather appeared at a loss for words, Kjalarr realized, though the words she did settle for only served to confuse him further. He was so tired of mind games. Why in Hel's name couldn't anyone just tell him, outright, what they wanted? Subtly had never been a trait of the Viking and he supposed that left him at the clear disadvantage. “Why didn't I what, Maude?” Kjalarr spat, his irritation unbridled. “Enough of these mind games, both of you. Why are you mad at Ondine, Maude? She can't help she's in heat,” but Kjalarr was not going to say that he forced himself on her because he hadn't. She had accepted his advances and he had done what his nature encouraged him to do. He ensured the Loðrók line continued. “Your anger at her implies that she should not have accepted my advances but why. I am the Alpha.” He was the most powerful, the strongest. How Ragnar had told it he was descended of the Allfather, Odinn himself and all of his children would, too, carry the blood of the Allfather.

When Ondine moved to nuzzle his neck, right after he had finally gotten Maude calmed down, Kjalarr snapped at her, his teeth clicking together in a threat. He disapproved of her audaciousness after he had finally managed to become a peacekeeper, when he felt like he was on the brink of making a breakthrough with the pirate. Kjalarr did not appreciate Ondine undermining him like that, even if she hadn't meant it. Perhaps it had truly only been intended to be an affectionate gesture but given that he largely felt like he was missing some vital piece of information between the two of them he had his sudden doubts. “Do not instigate her ire further, Ondine,” He growled lowly to her before his eyes snapped back to Maude.

“Someone tell me what is going on between you two. Now.” He was tired of being caught in the middle of it, unaware that he was actually the cause of it and that he would always be in the cross-hairs of it.