Stavanger Bay [m] ride of the valkyries

Thistle stood herself allowing the sea to wind around her. She was not sure how she felt about Ragnar's newest daughter, and truth be told. As much as she wished to offer a place in her breast for the girl. It was with a great deal of discontent and guilt that Thistle could not. Not because she didn't want to, but frankly because she was too broken at the moment to be any good for anyone. She was barely taking care of her own children. Oh she was trying, and she was putting on a brave face, and moving on with her life, but it was not easy. And Thistle knew that the girl had not wanted to meet a queen, but her father. Well Thistle was all the girl had at this point, for RAgnar was long gone.

Thistle didn't give a rat's ass if Bryn was the daughter of Ragnar and his second queen. For Thistle could boast more than all of them, that she had all of RAgnar they just had his body. She had his heart, he had given it to her himself. He had not strayed from her without permission, and he had not left her berefit unpurpose. He had loved her fiercely and that was something she took great pride in. SHe could care less if others didn't like it. And she could also care less if anyone, anyone thought they were better than she or her children because of a birthing order. She didn't know if this was how the girl felt, but she could imagine. Ragnar's children for some strange reason believed they were better than most, and Thistle didn't give a crap. The girl had told her of brothers coming behind her, so THistle watched for them, wondering about them. Would they look as her husband had? Would it hurt her to see them? Even the girl made her heart squeeze painfully time to time.

Thistle walked along the beach and the forest keeping both in sight. Her mind on other things, for a moment she did not notice the girl that had yet again rocked her world. Even in death Ragnar was managing to take her out of her comfort zones.