Thistle's tease managed to bring a small ghost of a smile to the Viking's lips though it did not linger there long. His eye swept over her face before it settled upon the supple roundness of her sides, not bulging yet but still noticeable, nevertheless. It was his children that grew within her this time, and while that filled him with a strong swell of pride, he realized that because she was pregnant that the urgency of this sea scented stranger needing to be dealt with had become sevenfold. He would not have her injured, he would not lose his children. “You will have to be more careful now,” Though she likely did not need the reminder he was going to give it to her, anyway. “I will not lose you or our children.” She already knew he did not forgive miscarriages. She had heard the horror story of how he'd given away his second wife to a neighboring pack as a gift because she had killed his children. Perhaps it hadn't been so, but the Viking did not know that it hadn't been her fault. True, he had not loved Dagmar as he did Thistle, but even so he would rather not find out what another miscarriage would cause him to do.
“I do not have to be a Seer to know that something is coming to our Bay and that we need to be prepared,” Scent markers were not so boldly rolled in for absolutely no reason at all. “We should tell the others, maybe in a meeting, a discreet, low key meeting. Let them know that they all have the power to take hostages. I will kill these hostages if they cannot give us Intel that satisfies you, my Queen.” Truth be told, Ragnar just wanted to kill something period. He was blood sick and weary and killing, fighting, and raiding would help to set his unease to rest. When Spectra piped up about the appearance of this supposed “Odinn”, it did not occur to Ragnar that it would be his stolen, estranged son masquerading as the All-Father, though this was because Spectra had left out the most important detail of Tyrr's physical appearance: the silver splashes under each eye. After all, he had no reason not to believed that Odinn would come to his pack mates (after all Odinn took many shapes and sizes), though it did not fail to occur to him that this was a sign of some sort. His eye swept over the girl with a renewed interest, oblivious to the fact that Thistle had taken a step away as if she feared Ragnar might attack her. “Odinn has many names. The All-Father is merely one of them.” Ragnar informed her, willing to share his information of the King God with her, almost excited that at least someone in the Bay had seen Odinn.
It meant that the All-Father still favored them after all, to him.
