Stavanger Bay Sing me a siren song

Her growl was playful, and Ragnar answered it with a smirk that merely widened when he felt the continuous brush of her muzzle against his shoulder. I didn't say I wasn't confident, I was saying why humility isn't a very desirable trait in a leader. Of course, that was just Ragnar's opinion which didn't mean it was right. Still, he believed it regardless of what anyone else believed. It's like I never left Odinn's Cove. I'm hardly bothered by it, The Cove and it's wide span of leaders, all calling themselves something different from the last (except Ragnar who snagged the word 'Jarl' from his father, Eitri) had quite the reputation passed along to them when they stepped up to take the helm of the monstrosity that was the Cove and Freyja's Moors. No, I would never endanger the children like that, Ragnar told her firmly. Even if they were old enough to accompany him on such a trip he still would forbid them to come. He was their father and what kind of father allowed his young children to go on a trip that he wasn't sure would go how he had planned it. A very poor one.

This may be a stupid trip, But all he wanted was the white eyed man. He wanted him to pay for harming Julooke, and Ragnar was determined to get to him one way or another. Whether he had to go on a suicide mission or not. Do not worry, my love, Ragnar crooned to Thistle, placing a kiss and nibble on her jaw. Odinn will not let me die any time soon, Ragnar was so confident in that, that nothing could shake that firm belief of his. I will come back. He assured her in a husky murmur against her cheek.

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