raise me from perdition

[size=x-small]Do you want to fade this since we have the other thread?[/size]

Thistle did not disagree that Stavanger Bay belonged to her husband. Just as she knew he’d get into Valhalla despite his own doubts. He was a brave warrior, had been before as well. Just because there was less fighting in this area of the world, meant nothing. As far as she was concerned he had already proven himself. And continued to do so as he followed Odin a bit blindly (no pun intended). Thistle knew that some things had to give in order for them to survive here. Some things had to be different here. Blood was different, family was different.

Thistle’s nostrils flared at the amount of her husband’s restraint. As she continued to slide alongside him and nip and lick and nuzzle. She stopped though finally, and slid beside him. She leaned against him and buried her nose into his neck. Breathing him in she waited to see what he wanted. A small smile on her face, happy to have him here with her now.