make me feel alive

thistle laughed and looked at her husband and teasingly spoke Scorn me once Ragnar and I will show you exactly what that hell is, trust me. She knew he wouldn't and she was merely teasing, but she decided to let him know she was teasing in case the message was lost on him in translation, sometimes he had trouble with common words. She wished she could talk to him in his own language he would probably like that. I know you wouldn't though Ragnar.

Thistle raised an eyebrow and then spoke You will tell her no such thing Ragnar. I am a big girl I can take care of myself, and I think I have enough maturity to handle situations. I will not treat her badly or any differently. She has knowledge I would like to know and she does need a friend, even if I am a bit irritated with her does not mean a thing. I'll get over it. Because you are right she can't help it. Though if she crosses the line again not even you will be able to stop me Ragnar. And she meant it, she was a patient and kind woman and she took a lot of crap but when it came to her own and her happiness well she would fight for it. It bothered her that he still needed his priestess, but she would deal. The thought was fleeting and scathing, but she dealt with it.

Deciding she did not like this trepidation she shifted and moved forward. She nipped at his shoulder and buried her face in his scruff, but did not move. She was still lightly irritated, but she wanted to make him sure she was not upset with him.