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Ragnar hadn't admitted the things that he faced to Peregrine for sympathy, merely he needed to get it off of his chest having locked it up so tight. Despite how the Viking acted most days, despite what front he put on to others, or what others assumed of him even, he wasn't heartless. Sure, he did things that other wolves likely found appalling, he was ambitious and would do whatever it took to see that his goals were met, whatever it took without morals to hold him back but he was still canine and had feelings like everyone else, for what ever such a thing was worth. He felt pain and sorrow, love and anger. He was not bereft of emotions, simply he chose not to show them to those that he did not consider himself close too. There was a lot of things on the scarred Northman's mind lately, some thoughts much darker than others. “Sometimes I wonder if being a God would be easier,” Ragnar murmured absently, since Peregrine had brought it up. “But they too have hard decisions to make.” Decisions, the Viking knew, that were much harder than what he, as a mere mortal had to make. It was easy to use them as a scapegoat, to blame them for the wrong doings that had happened in his life, but in reality he knew, deep down, that their decisions were weighed carefully for the affected so much more than his own decisions did.

Perhaps there was no such thing as an easy life. It was just a fantasized concept that brought with it envy when it simply appeared that another had it “easy”. “Thank you,” The Viking spoke in a rare, appreciative tone. He was not sure what to exactly do with Peregine's sentiment, not used to having others be sympathetic towards him (and not entirely sure if he liked it). Ragnar did not seek pity, nor did he truly want it. It was just nice to share with someone he considered a friend, and sometimes it was nice speaking to someone else other than Thistle about things. Ragnar didn't really have friends — well he did but they majority resided in Odinn's Cove. Ragnar loved Thistle and confessed many things to her but most days they spent bickering with one another, and it was nice to talk with another wolf without getting into a yelling match, for once. “Likewise, if you or yours ever need anything I extend the courtesy as well.” Though their first meeting might not have gone off all that well — then again Ragnar had threatened to kill his brother — it was perhaps ironic and surprising to look at them now, and consider the fact that they were discussing being allies something that Ragnar had never would have before considered.

The tide was changing, it would seem, and Ragnar was weary but not unwelcoming to it.