Stavanger Bay things are changing

Ragnar was surprised to hear that Thistle made sacrifices to the Gods, though he was without a doubt proud of her in the same vein. He offered her a soft twitch of his lips into a mischievous grin, drawing his lips against her cheek, grazing his teeth against her jaw with a soft groan of desire rumbling in his throat. “I know,” He assured her, letting his words drift against the fur at the cusp of her ear, continuing with his ministrations of lovers touches and stolen kisses. “Then you will heal and I will kill, just like before,” He had no issues with that. He had no issues with change, either, but sometimes sticking to the traditional way of things simply worked out for the better. “My queen,” Ragnar murmured in a sultry tone into the junction of her throat and jaw. “Thistle,” He purled her name with hungry eyes suggesting without actually speaking or, even, asking permission.