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“Yeah, I'm going to at least ask,” Even if Thistle told him no well at least Ein could say that he tried. He couldn't imagine just sneaking off like some hooded vigilante in the middle of the night, despite that Ein wasn't sure if push came to shove if he would be able to sneak out despite that he'd been told no. He'd rather not to be placed in a situation like that and he didn't consider it as a viable option currently. “Pff,” Ein let out a loud noise. “She'll probably tell me no but I have to try.” Granted, he had nothing to prove that he could actually accomplish it and Junior herself had already said that she couldn't do it on her own and she was older than him. Her shrewd assessment of him caused him to give her a flat look. Sure, that was easy for her to say. Being a Viking wasn't a condition for life at Stavanger Bay for wolves that weren't related to a Viking. Ein was Ragnar's son and he wasn't so dense as to not realize that he wasn't expected to be a Viking. Ragnar had said it to them many times that it was something that he expected out of them. How was Ein supposed to face that? “Exactly you were never a viking. My father expects it out of my siblings and I. How am I supposed to tell him that I don't want to be what he thinks I was born as?” Ein wasn't even sure that he was making any sort of sense. In reality, he probably sounded like a whiny child — which may or may not have been what he was at that moment. He only wanted, though, to attempt to make understand Junior that choosing not to be a Viking wasn't a possibility for him while he lived under his father's reign still.