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[size=x-small]That they do crazy kids lol[/size],

Thistle chocked on a hysterical laugh. It was a rhetorical question Ragnar. It was not meant to be answered. I already knew the answer i was proving a point, by asking a question, with a straightforward answer. She shook her head, she just didn't know. She needed to remember her husband did not always understand such nuances. She had not meant to incur his wrath, or incite his anger. She had been merely trying to point out, counteract his words about having humility and not being a good leader. That was all, and then one thing got misconstrued and the whole thing was just a shit show. She sighed softly, they were both so stubborn not wanting to give an inch. But one of them would, they always ended up giving in, and usually it was her.

Thistle froze at his words about Nerian and Gunnar and she turned to stare at him.I already took care of Gunnar Ragnar, he is fine. He will not hate you, and I could not hate you, no matter what. And what would you have me say Ragnar? Because everytime I bring up your priestess and how i feel about it you are quick to defend and you don't listen anyway, so I do not see a point in telling you the same thing that I had already told you over again. So Yes Ragnar I was not okay, I am still not okay. I do not know if I will ever be okay, but it does not matter, because I said yes. I told you it was okay and I will continue on with the way I am. And as far as Nerian is concerned, I am used to the idea of her, and for the most part I care about her in my own way. I told you i just needed some time and I was right. So you can let that matter rest. She grew quiet and stared at him, she didn't know what he wanted her to tell him. She shared her feelings with him on everything else, except Nerian and that was because he always shut her down. He always protected his precious priestess, so yes she didn't speak to him about her feelings where she was concerned and she wouldn't. She would keep them to herself, because he didn't understand. Perhaps if someone approached him about sharing Thistle he would understand, but she did not see that happening, did not want to be shared anyway. I tell you my feelings Ragnar about Everything except Nerian and that is the way it will stay.

A soft quick shuddered worked it's way down from the tip of Thistle's nose to her tail tip when he ghosted up besides her. Because she could not deny him anything he wanted at anytime and his touch was like fire to her ice. So she let him there, she did not move, did not say anything. Though she did swing blue eyes to look at him with surprise written on her face. Ragnar Loðbrók did you just apologize with actual words instead of flowers? She stared at him a moment longer and took a deep breath and dipped her muzzle, You are forgiven and I am sorry too, but you know better than to push at me I push back. You would think you would learn. The last part was made in an attempt at jest, to try and lighten the sour mood that had permeated the air around them. She did not want him to leave like this either. I do not want you to leave like this either. She did not say anything else, but she turned to gaze out over the bay, still a little hurt and unsure how to precede.