Stavanger Bay Sing me a siren song

Thistle could never hate Ragnar, no matter what he did to her. It was in a way very sad, for he could do anything to her, and though it maybe bad enough for her to leave, she would not hate him. Always she would love him. She supposed she shouldn't despair, that was a good type of love, as long as he didn't take advantage of it.

Thistle did not like to fight, as a matter of fact she hated it. However, she was far too stubborn to not stand her ground when someone pushed at her. It was self preservation she supposed to push back. Thistle honestly didn't know if she could ever leave the scarred man that was hers, but not only hers.

Thistle mumbled softly at him about yea she did. But she did smile then a small smile, a soft one. She was still hurt and a little upset, but she was slowly calming down and she was determined to salvage her day. Thistle looked at him and then nodded I love you too Ragnar. She slid her head against his shoulder, she would tuck herself under his chin, but decided against it, preferring his shoulder anyway. She nipped gently enough and then licked the side of his face.