You tell me that you are ok with Nerian but you are not. You think I can't see it? You think Gunnar keeps things from me? He is upset because you are upset and I don't want him to hate me for it Thistle. I don't want you to hate me either, It was hard for Ragnar to admit these types of things. It had always been said that a warrior never reveals his heart until the axe does but he was trying to be open with her. It scared the Viking — exposing his feelings, his fears to Thistle but it also proved that he trusted her. Why can't you share your feelings with me? I have always shared mine with you. We are together, Thistle. We are husband and wife, we are an Alpha pair. We are like Odinn and Freyja. Granted, Ragnar wasn't exactly sure if they shared their feelings or not but he didn't know why not. It seemed like a logical thing to him because Eitri and Kenna had often shared theirs and often had fights but at the end of the day they had loved each other. Kenna had loved his father even after he had an affair with a slave woman and produced Dagrun.
Ragnar watched Thistle turn away from him and for a moment the Berserker just stood there, staring at her back for a few, still and breathless seconds. When he finally did take a breath it was deep and expelled hard from his flared, black, leathery nostrils. He moved against her side as long as she didn't pull away, and murmured I am sorry my love, Whether she chose to accept it or not was up to her. This is not how I want to part ways with you, He admitted. He was fairly confident he wasn't going to die any time soon but he truly didn't know. He was no Seer, after all.