Ragnar was prepared to fight, prepared to die to protect Charon. Death with inevitable and all would die when the Valkyries came for them, when Odinn came for them. The Northman did not fear death. In fact, he would welcome it, knowing that he would be seen to the hall of Valhalla, to see and fight along side his father once more and those whom he had lost over the years. Death was a celebration. A new chapter to a never ending story; and it brought a small measure of comfort that even Gods could die. Odinn himself knew how and when he would die, by the jaws of Fenrir during Ragnarök. Singular eye locked upon the ebony beast who had charged at his boy, the platinum silver hackles bristling rigidly along his spine in warning as the creature drew nearer, still. Strong muscles pulled taunt under his wind swept fur, a side step taken with the intention of intercepting, but the midnight male had put up no fight to Ragnar's threat and command. Ego flooded the Viking though his appeasement was not shown, kept closely hidden. Ragnar was wiser than that, not some green boy who allowed such things to go to his head and knock down his guard. He did not trust so foolishly, nor easily. The ease of which the previously charging male had given in and conceded arose the Viking's initial suspicion, but he watched, ready to lunge forward at any moment as he allowed Crescendo near the corpse where Charon ate, waiting as the ebony creature worked to sever the head from the body.
It took him time but Ragnar watched contently as the male, finally successful, disappeared into the horizon with his prize. Ragnar did not move for a few moments, watching, just in case before deciding that the male was likely not to come back, he turned his attention to Charon giving the child an affection chuff before he leaned down to sniff at the dog's corpse the Ostrega child ate at with apprehension. Ragnar had never eaten canine before, and it would be a lie for him to say that he was not even a little bit curious.