never the wiser

Thanks! And he tries. :p

Ragnar had only began to fall asleep when Thistle had re-entered the den, having just been lulled into the wispy drudges of slumber surrounded by the comfort his children provided him, unworried because they were where he felt they were the safest: nestled against him. It went with the unspoken vow that so long as Ragnar drew breath he would never allow harm to befall them. The Viking had stirred at the sound of Thistle’s entrance though it was her chuckle that pulled him from the depths that he had began to sink down into, eyes blinking open, taking in the somehow groggy dimness of the den, surprised to find Thistle where he normally slept instead of by his side where he wanted her.

“What are you doing all the way over there for, hmm?” Ragnar asked her, voice slightly raspy from the few moments of shut eye he had managed, fixing her in his stare. “Come here and join us,” He demanded of her in his softened way.