Stavanger Bay All that glitters

Lol it's fine...yea Thistle was trying to get away from her husband and ended up running into a mini ragnar....

Thistle had not needed to ask her husband the question about what he would give, because she already knew the answer, he wouldn’t stop. Just as he probably already knew the answer but didn’t tell. She had merely asked it to make him think about what he would be doing to his family if he gave up more than just his eye, a leg she could deal with maybe, but more than one eye he would not be able to see, no providing there, more than one leg again no providing and finally if he gave up his life, he would leave a hole in their midst, but he didn’t seem to care, at least not enough. And that was why she supposed he did not want any of his children to be like him; because she had no doubt that he would be the same way with any future children.

As far as Bragi was concerned, Thistle could care less if he came from Ragnar’s loins, she really could. It didn’t matter to her the past was in the past. She had been irritated admittedly, so of course her temper was a bit closer to the surface and normally where she would not have reacted to words, she did. The boy had been a bit disrespectful at least in her mind, and he had asked her a question that she had answered, and he got upset with her. That was the reason for her fight with the youth, but yet again, her husband thought it was because of him, so of course that had added more to her irritation which was the reason she had stayed away, had thought about leaving for a few days, but hadn’t, couldn’t leave the children, and couldn’t leave him even for a day.

Normally, thistle would not care if he had pulled rank, however he had pulled rank, just because he didn’t like what she was saying and in his anger. That was the reason she had disliked the fact he had done so, but she couldn’t say anything, because he was right he was her alpha, her jarl. Even if he had pulled rank when angered, such was life and she would have to deal with it, even if she didn’t want to. Thistle tilted her head ears splayed, wondering what to do and what to say. She decided to just throw caution to the wind and she strode the distance between them, keeping blue eyes on him, but she did avert them finally and nudged his shoulder and tucked her head under his chin if he would let her, she wasn’t sure if he would. I’m sorry Ragnar she did not elaborate, but she would if she needed too, but she thought saying sorry was enough though she did say something else. I’ll tell Bragi too, poor child.