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The show of submission, the lowering of the girl’s body was satisfactory but it did not serve to pacify the scarred Northman. The fact of it was that they had trespassed and showing him respect and submission wasn’t going to excuse it. It smothered his anger in some small forms but it did not ebb the territoriality that he felt with every pulse he felt as his blood surged hotly through his veins. The male’s growl as he placed himself in front of the growl earned him a seething and sharp glare from the Alpha. As far as Ragnar was concerned he held no right to growl when they had been ignorant enough to trespass in the first place. Ragnar was within his rights to do what he saw fit to them. There was a consequence for trespassing and he was not a soft man to let it go with a slap on the wrist. If that was what they were hoping for they had trespassed on the wrong territory. His look was intended to silence as he contemplated the options he was willing to give.

The girl began to babble in what Ragnar assumed was fear, and he listened in stoic silence. Sorry didn’t cut it. Not by a long shot. “I do not understand how you didn’t smell our urine all over our borders. We just claimed this land and I know, for a fact that the scent is very strong.” Their borders were well marked and equally as well guarded. They had managed to slip in past the putrid urine marks that lined the entirety of their borders. To have it be considered that some part of the borders was unmarked was ludicrous and insulting to the Viking who was surprised he even still retained the ability to relieve himself after the constant strain of forcing himself to urinate to mark them thoroughly in the first place.

The more the girl spoke the less Ragnar was able to understand her. With English as his second language her accent and slurring and cutting off of words made it hard for him to understand what she was saying. His gaze flickered to Surra for a split second before it rested back upon the two intruders, as he wondered if Surra could make out her words. Considering he could barely understand her reason, though he was guessing it had something to do with the heat, nevertheless, it wasn’t one he would consider good. Stavanger Bay wasn’t free territory anymore. They had made a mistake, yes, but all mistakes held consequences. If he didn’t force them to learn from this one then they would never learn. In that way he saw them almost like children.

“Tell me child,” The scarred man addressed her mainly, if because her older companion offered no words. “What do you think I should do with you, hmm? What do you think your punishment should be?” Ragnar inquired, hoping that he could make sense of her answer. He had softened his tone to address her having realized that she was, essentially, just a child. A juvenile. He had a softness for kids even if he wasn’t sure how to handle little ones such as his own; luckily death would not be in the Seer’s runes for her. He did not kill children, and he was reminded of how easily this could be one of his own children someday facing up to a mistake they made. The platinum Viking had a few ideas of what punishment he could give them but if she had an idea he was willing to listen.