follow the echoes

He was so proud of himself too for thinking of it until he realized that Thistle would kill him and he doesn't want to lose her because he truly loves her but at the same time he's selfish and doesn't want to lose Nerian either. It's like a war inside him. xD lol, probably not because he's a total hypocrite. :P

Thistle chortled at Ragnar’s confusion and instinctively his eyes narrowed at the sound of mirth slipping from betwixt his wife’s lips. It was a sound he enjoyed, without a doubt, but he was not pleased that it was at his expense leaving him with the distinct feeling that she was laughing at him as opposed to with him (despite that he, himself, was not laughing). He gave her a wryly smirk as she sauntered up to him, the glint in her eyes enough to arouse the Viking’s anticipation. She rose on her hind legs to wrap her forelegs around his neck, her eyes, for once, level with his. They were beautiful azure blue gems set into her skull, the color of the deep ocean. While they were normally what Ragnar would consider soft, the edge of mischief had sharpened them and almost hungrily in the few seconds they stayed like that, the savage sought the windows to her soul, enjoying what he expressive things he saw there before the moment was broken as she slid back down to all fours.

“No more than I am, wife,” He jeered at her playfully on the topic of her always being right. “Do you think so, Thistle?” He whispered ardently into her ear, in turn, after she had whispered in his. If anyone knew how impressive his muscles were he supposed it would be Thistle …along with his three past wives and conquests. Ragnar was arrogant enough that he very much enjoyed the attention, enjoyed knowing that Thistle found him physically attractive when so many other women had blanched at the scars that branded his face. They had looked dominantly at the unmarred half of his face, handsome enough to obviously offset the ugliness on the left side (not that Ragnar though Odinn’s mark was ugly).