Little boy blue and the man on the moon

Unbeknownst to Ragnar she was not going to fight with him about this. He needed to welcome Gyda back on his own terms and she was not going to stand in the way of that. She was growing older and with her age, was a maturity and she was finding that it was easier to pick her battles. Her husband usually gave her whatever she wanted anyway, with or without a fight, so. Thistle's hackles rose and they fell not in the want to attack, but rather in the way his tone was. It merely startled her.

Thistle had not told the children of their parentage to upset them or Ragnar. But rather so she wasn't carrying the secret around. It had been more for her benefit than her childrens, to live with that secret always worrying someone else would tell them, it was awful. So she had taken the reins in her own hands so to speak. And it did not keep Ragnar out of the loop, after all for all things that mattered he was their father. Thistle's hackles did raise at the question of Ragnars. She would rather move on from Crete and forget he existed if she could. Granted yes she saw him in Mercury especially, but he had left and as far as she was concerned he didn't deserve a second glance. And on top of that her viking beserker had come in and stolen her heart anyway so Crete no longer mattered.

Thistle thrust her ears forward why would he go there. It is not safe there Ragnar! She quickly quieted herself too upset to listen now, fear for her oldest child eating at her.