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| It was hard not to think of Sveið and wrong, Ragnar understood, that he did. He had a wife now that he loved, something he had before garnered that was impossible. Especially now, with Bragi's appearance and mysterious birth unto the world she crept into Ragnar's mind, forbidden but defiant, and with her the memories of what he had done and the very real knowledge that Bragi was, indeed, his son. He had the mind to keep it to himself and pretend that the boy was nothing more than a bastard of Váli's, to not confirm Thistle's suspicions that would, likely, only lead to outrageous fits of jealousy from her if Sveið ever did make an appearance in Stavanger Bay to be with Bragi. Ragnar realized he could not claim that a part of him did not love the child's mother. She was the mother of his true born son...his only living flesh and blood child. That was not something he could turn off even if he had wanted too. It was only after the heavy weight of those realizations pushed down upon his shoulders that Ragnar knew he had to keep his secret as safe as he could. Or rather yet, let them assume what they would and remain indifferent of the boy. It felt wrong to ignore his only true born son; to expose the knowledge felt risky. Ragnar's attention was shifted from the sky, earth bound as his ears twitched and the muscles pulled taunt beneath his coat of platinum silver at the sound of approaching footfalls through the sand. The noise would have been drowned out by the sea if the waters would not have been relatively calm. In comparison the shift of sand beneath paws was tell-tale and easily distinguished. Eyes of Caribbean ice moved to first seek the silhouette that became more defined the closer she came to him. She had stopped, sitting upon her haunches with a heavy sigh having, it seemed, failed to notice him. For a moment the scarred Scandinavian was contented to study her, debating whether he wanted to make his presence known to her or not. For a few moments he remained silent though hardly out of sight and after a few more seconds of deliberation the Northman finally let out a soft chuff to announce his presence to her. What she decided to do with it was her choice to make. |