The sun will always rise

*Ragnar* · July 02, 2014, 02:54 PM

Ragnar might have looked like Eitri, perhaps maybe even thought similar to how his father had despite that for most of Ragnar’s life that his father had been alive to be apart of had been spent at odds with the man who passed him up in favor of Björn; Ragnar had been the second son though he was much more clever, and stronger than his older brother. Ragnar wasn’t going to cheat on his wife with his slave as Eitri did because Ragnar was better than Eitri. At least he displayed more restraint. Ragnar did not know the details of the night Eitri had taken his wild Amazon slave against her will but the girl had obviously been in heat and Eitri had in Ragnar’s mind likely been unable to control himself because Dagrun had been the product of it. A bastard son; but still a better brother to Ragnar than Björn and Váli combined considering how both of them had stabbed him in the back and betrayed him.

"Six or seven months," Ragnar responded to her question of how long Nerian had been his slave. His timeline was a little fuzzy on the subject for too much had happened between then and now for him to remember everything in palpable and vivid detail. Ragnar gave Thistle his rapt attention as she spoke, bringing to his attention something he hadn’t and likely wouldn’t have considered. Nerian was upset by his rejections, likely more by the most recent one when she had begged him to take what she had refused him months ago before he had came to the Teekon Wilds after the fiasco with Dagmar and their aborted and stillborn children. He had been wifeless and his ~~consorts~~ dalliances hadn’t interested him enough to give into them. It had been Nerian he had pursued because she had presented the biggest challenge to him but turned him down at every twist in the maze until he had eventually given her what she had wanted: him to leave her alone on the matter. It seemed bizarre now for her to forcibly want him when she had made it clear months prior that she had no interest in him and what he could give her because she was a Priestess. "I do not care what she does. If she wants to be my slave still then fine, if she wants her freedom to leave and go back to her people that is also fine," But he wasn’t confident she would go back to her people, and the thought of her going back to the Cove so Váli could beat her or worse yet rape her made him want to tear his younger brother’s jugular out.

"Just once when we go to Valhalla I want to sit on Odinn’s throne, to see what he sees, to know what he knows. Endless knowledge," Ragnar breathed in an awestruck murmur because he couldn’t even fathom it. It was then that he gave his wife a impish grin and spoke "I have always wondered what it would be like to make love in Odinn and Frigg’s chambers." Likely it would feel like punishment when they were caught but it sounded like too much fun and Ragnar enjoyed challenges. Besides, what would the Gods do to them? They would already be dead at that point.