rise to the rush

I'm pretty sure it's Ragnar that should be concerned about that not Thistle. xD

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Ragnar's brows furrowed in contemplation when Thistle confirmed that Nerian and her were now 'fine'. He was not sure exactly what 'fine' entailed, nor the extent of which fine it would end up being for the platinum silver Viking had never expected that he would become the third wheel in his own idea but chose not to ask Thistle the specifics of her 'fine' simply because he deduced that it meant they were no longer at each other's throats for him because they didn't need to be. He was good at sharing himself with women so that neither would feel left out. Ragnar's lips had parted to speak right before Thistle had began speaking, her voice soft which did not necessarily match with the words that were spilling forth from her lips, like word vomit. His face remained stoic through it, but beneath the statue-esque mask his mind was deep in thought and a little bit in a stupor that Thistle thought that he didn't love her. If he didn't love her he would not have turned down Nerian every time she had tried for him, because she was his property and legally he could do whatever he wanted with her. "Why do you think I do not love you, hmm?" The scarred Scandinavian cocked his head to the side as he ghosted towards her. "I do love you, my dröttning, I have given you my heart; and a warrior's heart is never revealed until the axe reveals it," Ragnar told her needing her to know that her owning his heart was the most important part of him. "I do not wish to be parted from you, my love, not now and not ever." Whether Thistle chose to believe it or not it was true. "I never called you any of those things," Ragnar told her when she called herself selfish. "I've been considering a polygamy relationship for a while, having two wives. I cannot let Nerian go, not for another man to hurt her like Vali did in my absence. She deserves to be treated right, to be shown the ways that a man can love her in which her God cannot." Ragnar paused and licked his lips, ghosting towards her a step. "You will not have to share my heart, Thistle. Only my affections and my body." Ragnar wasn't particularly sure that she would find comfort in that but he wanted her to be clear that she had revealed his heart without the axe and that it belonged to her.