Stavanger Bay All this time

I had to re-delve back into the creation of Nerian and see her reaction, I forgot she had scars.

All tangible thoughts left Nerian there was nothing for Thistle, or god or the gods or Freya or of anything at all it was as if all her years of meditation had finally paid off ten fold allowing her to soak up this moment with no thoughts to interrupt it. She'd mediate for 100 more years just for one more moment like this. Her body hummed in response to him Nerian's movements and reactions slowed eager to make every second of contact last, every kiss and touch sear into her soul. Nerian's body became pliable under his touch bending to his will fitting against him like a glove.

His voice seemed gruffer to her his words taking a few more minutes to register in her mind then normal, a warm fuzzy fog had intoxicated her brain, refused to let conscious thoughts in.

Nerian turned her head so that she could look into Ragnar's eyes, then her own eyes widening in surprise as his words suddenly became clarified by his position. Her mouth opened with quickened breathes escaping her. Didn't she need to be in heat for this? Was she still in heat? Wait no... she didn't none of them were....

Nerian shuttered.. she remembered how valiantly she fought to save herself from Váli How only her cries for Ragnar had ever stopped him but she received redirected attacks instead, the pelt upon shoulders hid many scars, which she had treated herself so that they were minimal except the one the had received the day she had been aided in her escape to find Ragnar. That one had been treated on the run and so it was more raised in the shape of teeth hidden only by it's width, size and ragged shape unless one looked for it anyhow. That night she had collapsed on her side tucking herself into a fetal position as she was drug around by the shoulder until she had been forgotten, until Váli had been distracted.

This was not then, this was what made 'then' worth it. Nerian closed her eyes and exhaled, releasing her apprehension and fear shifting gently she pressed her hips against his chest, begging him to claim her. Ragnar... She whispered barely peeking from below her heavy lidded eyes Make me your wife before all the gods and all the world.