Captives

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Gradually, though the process was undeniably slow for the Viking whose native language was not the common tongue, it was becoming easier by small degrees to understand the girl when she spoke to him. Again, it brought the consideration that his own accent made understanding his common tongue hard but it wasn’t a comparison he could make because he heard himself talk every day. She introduced herself giving him what he assumed was her full name, and then a nickname. Not one that he would call her, granted, but it was good information to have, nevertheless. There was little doubt in the Viking’s own mind that he would stick to calling her ‘child’ during her two week imprisonment within his Bay; as for the male who did not seem to talk …well Ragnar had no intentions of addressing him personally lest he decide to growl again but even then the type of addressing the scarred Northman intended to do wasn’t a verbal one. At her question, Ragnar was silent for a stretch of a moment, thinking through if he needed them for anything. He didn’t particularly want his prisoners near his children (it was kind of scary how easily the words ‘his children’ automatically included Junior) so any aspect of using them to baby sit his heathens was off the table. Ragnar was picking about who he let near them, anyway. "We will decide where it is you will sleep," It seemed as good a time as any, and while Ragnar wasn’t going to give them any real preference he had no idea where he was going to house them even though he intended to keep watch over them during the night sacrificing his normal sleeping schedule to make sure they didn’t try to sneak out. He didn’t really think they would given his absolute seriousness and easy disregard for their lives but he had always felt it was better to be safe than sorry.