The sun will always rise

Thistle looked at him and spoke softly, but quickly, and what happens then if nothing is given Ragnar? You are then blind in one eye, what else would you give for that knowledge if that didn’t work? Your legs? Your voice? Your mind? Your heart? What bout your children? I think that too much knowledge is dangerous, and it can lead you to do dangerous things for that knowledge. Now I will support you regardless, but I do want you to think about all that you would give and how it would affect those that you love and that love you. She didn’t really care about him losing an eye for knowledge, what she was worried about was if it didn’t happen what else would he give and where would he stop. She loved him, but she would not stand by and watch him destroy himself, merely for knowledge of the All father, when he would probably give it to him when he joined the dead legions of Valhalla, because her husband proved himself a true Viking, and a good Viking and she did not see the all father not rewarding that, besides he clearly had his favor. She knew her words would probably upset him and make him angry, but he told her, he wanted honesty so she gave it to him.

Thistle did not care how scarred her husband would become, yes he was handsome clearly so in the unscarred part of his face, but his eyes were fierce and beautiful and so was his soul, and that was all the mattered to her, his handsome self was just a bonus. She knew she was pretty, but she also knew that it would fade as she aged, but for now she was youthful and beautiful and she would do her best to keep that way, though if she gained a scar or two saving a family member or friend, she would bear that little beast with honor, she was still thinking of the goddesses of the Vikings and how she could easily support them, and often the thought of the mark on her hip made her pause, but she had not decided yet if she wanted it, and she wasn’t sure if her husband would do it, because he would hurt her, and that was one thing he was very careful not to do.

She leaned into his love bite and spoke softly with husky undertones, they would definitely be inferior in that regard dear heart. She gave him a small ornery smile and tugged gently at his shoulder, really the only place she could reach standing on all fours, but she had associated that shoulder with her spot to make a mark. Thistle arched her neck as he trailed kisses down it, and she hummed softly deep within, she shifted her weight and tilted her head so she could look at him for a moment drinking him all in.