rise to the rush

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Ragnar considered her words, wondering if Thistle was, indeed right. Was his 'feelings' for Nerian more than he had always thought in that case? He had thought that he had been taking care of her because she was his slave, his responsibility and it was, therefore his job. It was true that after Dagmar and before Sif he had tried numerous times to get Nerian to lie with him and each time she had rejected him, speaking of celibacy and that her God would know until Ragnar had given up and left her be on the matter. If Ragnar did love Nerian it had likely happened a long time ago and was out of his control. It wasn't fair to Thistle, but it wasn't fair that he was being punished for it when he could do nothing for it. He loved them both. Wasn't that enough? Especially from a man who had never loved before. He had lusted and it had burned as bright as a morning star only to die as quickly. As it was he could not live without either woman in his life, his slave nor his queen. Thistle was his soul mate or so he thought that was the right term to describe it (despite his lack of knowledge on what a soul was) and he did love her truly. She owned his heart, proven by the dream that he had fed her blood pudding. That dream meant only one thing: that he had given her his heart. "I told you I have given you my heart. I dreamt I was feeding you blood pudding and that was when I knew." Aside from ripping it out of his chest and handing it to her, which would leave him quite dead, he wasn't sure what else to do to prove it to her. He could love without Thistle having to sacrifice his heart. It was hers, and she had the power to crush it if she wanted too. She could obliterate it and he had no idea what might happen if she ever decided to do that to him and figured that it wasn't a state anyone wanted him to be in. He had no words for her on how this would be different because he had never had more than wife before. He had had a wife and many dalliances but never two women who he was committed too to bear him sons. He was curious and excited to find out, though. To know that shortly he would have two wives and another litter of children, his first known and present litter of the year of his blood....well providing Nerian consented. Silently, he moved closer to her and began to pepper her jaw with sultry kisses, before he pulled back some to see if she would accept his advances or spurn them. "I have missed your body." It had been a long time since they had made love and Ragnar did not want Thistle to think that the fire of desire that burned for Thistle had gone anywhere with the prospect of a second wife on the horizon.