the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Ragnar had long ago understood that not everyone was going to like his beliefs, or agree with them, for that matter and for the most part, Ragnar was complacent about it as long as they didn't run around saying it, or belittling his Gods to his and his children's faces. He could not control what anyone felt aside from himself and he could only influence if wolves were susceptible. Even then, he did not presume to take away the freedom of choice. It was that reason that he was able to take his Priestess as his wife, too, knowing that part of her heart still belonged to her God. Ragnar was arrogant enough to think he was going to steal it from her nameless, faceless deity, who commanded her to never take a man, to never bear children, that such things were wrong and horrid. It was a high price to ask for when he gave them nothing in return. He had not saved them from Ragnar and his Berserkers when they had invaded her pack lands and it hadn't saved Nerian when Ragnar had deigned to steal her and make her his slave.

The dark woman make a hum of contemplation and then asked him what he considered one of the most ridiculous questions he'd ever heard. Did he do any sacrifices. He did many, and then some that no one knew of but Odinn and himself. Like the wolf he had sacrificed to Odinn after the Festival of Uppsalla. I am a Pagan, of course I do sacrifices, He fixed her in his glacier stare then, Even wolves. He murmured in a softened tone. Granted, they were wolves that he did not know but even so. When Odinn and the other Gods demanded it he did it in not-so blind faith (as far as he was concerned).

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