a gift from the heavens

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Ragnar felt the moment when Thistle leaned into the touch of his body against hers, felt the subtle shift of weight and the meshing of their starkly colored fur and smirked ever so slightly to himself. There was never a moment when the feral Scandinavian did not desire or revel in the touch of his love. "I think Junior is good for them," She was older than them and Ragnar assumed she could take the stance of someone they could look up to that was relatively close to their own age. It did not fall under his notice that there might be a small struggle for dominance between Junior and Ein given their eldest son’s bossy disposition but Ragnar wasn’t overly worried about it. It was something the two of them would figure out on their own. More so it was something they needed to figure out on their own without the intervention of him or Thistle. It was the foundation blocks of society, dominate and submissive and Ragnar intended to keep out of that if to teach his eldest son that he needed to solve his own problems. "I believe we need to discuss what to do about Junior," The most obvious choice was return her to her family, of course. It was his knee-jerk reaction beneath the selfish desire of wanting to keep her safe within the Bay. The girl hadn’t been very forthcoming about her parents or where she had came from though in her defense Ragnar realized he probably should not have promised he would give her lessons in being a shield maiden before bringing up that particular subject, and no one had came to their borders looking for a lost puppy yet.