A soft smile graced Ragnar's lips when Gunnar confirmed that he always had time for him, which was nice to hear. He had once worried that Gunnar would grow to resent him because Ragnar had been fairly certain that for a while Thistle had resented him for his choices regarding Nerian and Thistle and Gunnar were close. Looking at it now, Ragnar was relieved and glad that Gunnar and Thistle were close because it meant, at least, that if something did happen to him Gunnar would keep her safe. A soft chuckle left the scarred Scandinavian's lips as Gunnar spoke his thoughts aloud. Gunnar didn't yet understand how women worked, but in time, Ragnar was confident, he would learn. He looked down at his second born son, frosted gaze meeting his Queen Wife's mini-me's. “Of course I worry,” He would be a poor(er) husband if he didn't worry about their safety. Nerian wasn't overly confrontational and so it was Thistle that Ragnar worried about the most. As far as anyone was concerned she might as well have considered herself to be the mortal incarnation of Frigg the Queen of the Valkyrja. “You will understand someday when you have a wife of your own son that women will do what they want,” It wasn't Ragnar's right to take their freedom away from them and he could tell Thistle not to do something willing to have bet his life that she would do it anyway.
“Women do what they think is right even if it is stupid. You tell them and hope that they listen knowing that there's a good chance they won't.” To Ragnar, he had entirely summed up his experiences with the opposite sex.
“Can I ask something of you?” Ragnar asked Gunnar, severity heavy in his soft tone.
