Stavanger Bay in the midnight hour

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Silence was the only thing that answered his demanding questions for a little bit and though Ragnar felt the slight pinches of irritation he exuded patience despite that it was not a very sincere patience. The stranger exposed his belly to Ragnar who found satisfaction in the most submissive form of submission their species could give. A rumble of content settled into his throat that never managed to make it to the surface if only because he was still waiting for some sort of verbal response, unaware that the boy was like Skoll and not entirely able to give one in English. It became apparent, however, when the boy spoke in a foreign tongue ...one that was definitely not English or old Norse and that left Ragnar at a impasse. He did not recognize the tongue in which the youth had spoken so it was likely that, likewise, the youth would not recognize Norse. While this was something that Ragnar understood despite his fluency in both the common tongue and his own native tongue it still did not buy an excuse for trespassing. Eventually, the boy began speaking in broken English, the words discernible enough for Ragnar to understand what he was trying to say. He was looking for a home. "You were trespassing," Ragnar stated blatantly, his mind working towards the only conclusion for this situation besides death. "You will be my captive." Likely, it wasn't the home the youth had had in mind but as Ragnar did with all his captives he did not outright voice that there was chance for redemption and a place in the pack for them if they at the end of their captivity decided to stay.