Hearing his small son say his father's name made a ghost of a smile tug at the edges of the scarred Scandinavian's lips.
He would have loved you and your siblings, As much as Ragnar missed Eitri, he was also happy for him, as well. His death had came too soon and at the hands of Ragnar's power hungry older brother but going to Valhalla. It was what they all worked for. They all strove for the day they would be reunited in the Hall of Valhalla, training with Odinn and the Valkyries. Fighting and dying each day in preparation for Ragnarök only to feast and drink all night. It was where Eitri deserved to be but that did not mean that Ragnar did not miss him at times. As a young boy it had been annoying to be told how much he looked like Eitri and now, as an adult it was a high compliment. He could clearly see his father in the build of his face, his
eyes but Ragnar was himself, too. Odinn had became Ragnar's father figure with the passing of Eitri not knowing who else to turn too. The shrill cry of a raven had Ragnar lifting his head skyward, eyes of caribbean ice watching the shadows' flight path before it disappeared into the canopy of the ancient treeline.
He would convene with Odinn, going to the God that he revered the very most for the advice he was looking for. Likely, it would leave a delusional fevered Ragnar to be taken care of by one of his wives but the advice that he knew the All-Father would give him was worth it. It wasn't as if every wolf got the chance or had the ability to speak to their God such as Ragnar ...even if it took a few Berserker mushrooms to make it happen. It was worth it.
Come find me when you are ready to begin your lessons and we will work to get you the apprenticeship, Ragnar told his son, giving the boy a fatherly nudge. Odinn is calling me and I must go to him. Ragnar hated to cut his time short with Tveir but he would see his son later and it wasn't as if he could just ignore a God.
