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| It was day two of Junior’s stay in Stavanger Bay with the Loðbrók couple and their children and Ragnar worked to squeeze time in with their newest addition — whether she was a temporary one or a permanent one — treating her just as he would if she was his daughter. He had fallen under the conviction that she was a gift from Odinn, or a sign, one or the other and while at first he had considered her to be shy he had realized the day previous that, that wasn’t the case. In truth he did not mind her boisterousness because it was a trait many Vikings had (one that Ragnar himself didn’t share in) and also one that Tveir had though Junior definitely gave him a solid run for his money. She seemed to be getting better though Ragnar knew that Thistle was still keeping a sharp eye on the girl’s health. He had asked Sköll too as well if the Flokisson got a chance though Ragnar suspected the Tiny Viking wouldn’t go too near her if only because he couldn’t speak common tongue very well and as far as he was aware Junior didn’t speak Norse.
He had traded shifts watching the Bay’s captives with Sköll having him play babysitter to the two trespassers while he tracked down Junior. He assumed she was playing with his children. He was oddly sort of reluctant to ask the girl the questions that he knew needed to be asked of her: who were her parents, where was she from? So she could be returned to them if they didn’t come to the borders looking for her before that. So far no one had came inquiring about a lost child but it had only been two days. If she even had any parents at all, he didn’t know; if she did he was sure they were worried sick about her because he would have been. He would have moved Asgard and Valhalla looking for his children if one of them went missing and would not have eaten or slept until he had found them. Especially if they were as young as Junior. Ragnar paused deliberating between whether he wanted to hit the borders and perhaps invite the girl, if she came at his summon that was, to patrol with him so he could do two things at once, or if he wanted to pull her away from the den if that was where she was. Altering his course he headed towards the border and when he reached it lifted his leg to relieve himself on the nearest tree before he took a deep breath glimpsing out at the vast expense of untamed lands feeling much better than he had in weeks knowing that packs were not literally right on his doorstep anymore. After a few moments he tipped his muzzle and called for Junior, settling upon his haunches to give her a bit to either answer it by appearing or not. It had not been a command and he had left her a choice of accepting to declining it because she was a their guest and did not have the same obligation one of his own children would carry. |