a gift from the heavens

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His pace was leisurely and relaxed as his paws carried him through the tangles of over grown brush from the years of the ancient forest of Stavanger being unclaimed. He had to duck and squeeze his way through the lower hanging branches of the ash trees, each reminding the Scandinavian of Yggdrasil despite that he imagined that Yggdrasil was measurably bigger than these miniatures and it had to be in theory because it held all of nine realms together, binding them inexplicably to one another. Still, there was a slight rush of excitement every time he came across one, a pricking sensation at the nape of his neck that wasn’t all together unpleasant. He had not forgotten his most recent talk with his wife, about some day sacrificing his eye as Odinn did to see if the tree would bestow that great knowledge upon him as well. In a manner that was understandable and rational to anyone but Ragnar Thistle hadn’t been overly thrilled about the idea though he suspected it was more because he had told her once that he would give much more than his eye to acquire it and that she knew his ambition well. Even Ragnar, himself, could not say where it would stop…where he would be willing to draw the line in pursuit of knowledge. It was the ultimate power, after all. It could best brawn because out smarting your opponent worked just as well as being able to physically take him down. His pace increased when he caught Thistle’s scent on the wind and was surprised to find her sitting with her back to his approach, and though Ragnar couldn’t be sure what she was doing he assumed that she was waiting for him. It was an unfair judgment to make because there were numerous reasons she could have been staring so intently through the trees and despite his arrogant belief it didn’t always have to do with him. Swiftly the Viking approached his wife, brushing his body along side hers, inclining his muzzle to brush his lips beneath her chin, his tongue smoothing over the velveteen fur he found there before he pulled back slightly. "I was hoping to find you away from the children," The scarred Northman gave her a trademark coy smirk before he fell silent contended to study the lines of her face until the real conversation needed to be made.