never the wiser

Ragnar watched as Thistle moved, stepping carefully over the curled bodies of their children, settling against his side, the pressure of her head resting against his back soothing. It exposed a vulnerable area to her — his spine — but if he could not trust his own wife not to kill him in his sleep he could trust no one. “See?” The Viking murmured in a quiet tone, meant only for her ears. “Is that not better?” He asked before he laid his head back down against his foreleg and let his eyes close once more lulled into sleep by the warmth of his little family around him.