Stavanger Bay flying to the stars

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The soft whine that had emitted from the Captive's lips did not soften Ragnar's resolve, did not earn that battle born Scandinavian. Where Ragnar came from you knew your place or you suffered consequences for it that sometimes led to death. Ragnar was incapable of feeling remorse and pity for this creature, because he had trespassed and then disrespected and challenged Thistle while trespassing. One without the other was pushing Ragnar's breaking point, but pushed him over that ledge. Eyes of caribbean ice stared without a shred of warmth, holding a thinly veiled contempt within their icy depths. It took a lot to earn Ragnar's trust and so far this captive was so far from it Ragnar wasn't sure if he could feel anything but disgust for him. It occurred to Ragnar that he probably should have chased him off. Likely, any other Jarl would have and told him to stay away and never come back. His 'generosity' wasn't really generous, as it was the only reason Ragnar had really allowed him in was for his own purposes. So he could punish him without having to chase him down, or potentially, step on another pack's toes (not that Ragnar had any kind of issue with doing that sort of thing). When the male spoke, Ragnar's facial expression remained stoic but his brow furrowed ever so slightly. That was the second time this man nearly read his mind. The first, being when Ragnar had considered taking him as captive, and now, this. But...reading minds was impossible. Still, two times in a row seemed like a bit of a stretch — unless circumstance was all it truly was (had to be because no one could read minds). Ragnar was weary and half tempted to call Thistle here to carry out the punishment instead of him. Making her hurt another being would likely only piss her off even more, but by this point Ragnar figured he was already so deep in the waters of trouble that he was surprised it hadn't drowned him yet what was one more thing? As it stood, his Queen Wife had already forgiven Kryillos but Ragnar didn't know that, and if he did he probably would have had something smart to say about how it was ok that this male trespassed and then disrespected her authority that she could forgiven like the drop of a pin but she couldn't forgive that Ragnar took Nerian as a second wife, something that Thistle had given him permission for; it was no contest that his Queen Wife made little sense to him on his better days. "Would it?" Ragnar inquired, with faux interest, wondering if he shouldn't think of something else, now. The last thing he wanted Kryillos to think was that Ragnar did anything because he suggested it. Ragnar did what he wanted, when he wanted too and rarely pulled influences from anyone else. If this happened, it would be on Ragnar's own agenda, at his own discretion. For a moment, Ragnar nearly considered seriously trying to talk Thistle into doing it for him, if only because once Ragnar started he wasn't so sure he would be able to draw the line to stop. After all, he had nearly killed Tiarnan.