rise to the rush

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"You are not second best," Ragnar didn't settle for second best and that was something that she should have known of him by this point. Brow furrowed at her words, and he felt frustration at her build up inside him, a hefty breath spilling from his flared nostrils in something akin to a human sigh. It seemed no matter how many times he tried to show her that she was not second best, that taking Nerian as a second wife was not a slight at her, that he hadn't lost interest in her that she would only twist them to mean everything he said was a lie. Of course, Ragnar wasn't seeing this through her eyes, only his own, and that limited his perception on the subject greatly. Perhaps if he'd had the ability to take a step back and see things through her eyes he might have better understood her pain and reservation that was to him infuriating because he couldn't understand it. "Thistle," Ragnar spoke in a soft groan against her throat as she half sighed and half sobbed as she leaned into his touches, his kisses. "My love you and I were Fated by Frigg and Odinn," He breathed unsure if she was even listening to him, unsure if his words would even crack through her insecurities but knowing that he had to try because he needed her on board with it because they would have to explain it to the children. Not that Nerian was a second mother to them, but that she was their father's second woman and would bear them half-siblings as well as their own mother would bear them siblings. It sounded simple enough in Ragnar's mind but he understood making them understand would not nearly be so simple, if they would even understand as young as they were. "You are my queen and my love for you has not gone anywhere, neither my desire. Without you I would be dead many times over.” Not that death scared Ragnar, really. Somehow, Ragnar was filled with the distinct feeling that he wasn't doing this right and so fell into silence when she strode past him, her side gliding against his, tail flicking under his chin and against his nose, inviting him."That didn't stop her before." Ragnar pointed out, not sure that he was all to keen on the idea since it was his idea and Nerian would be his second wife. Both women would be mated to him, not one another and it felt wrong that he not be the first to broach it to her, both as her prospect suitor and as her master.