#kristnirpresti

Unconventional Munday Asks -- > @collectionofvoices -- > Accepting!

I had to really think about this, and most people would say oh, their best rp friend or ship partner. There are a couple people I would say, but the person I would pick is someone who is a close friend, even if we don't talk as much anymore and I want to fix that, so much. @kristnirpresti / @mcnsieur / @findablog, I admire you so much and I always will. I never know which blog to find you on your list, but you've always been such a supportive friend, and I know when I went through everything, I fell off the planet. But, you are the Philippe to my Louis, the Athelstan to my Ragnar forever, and so much my friend. I love reading everything you write, when I see something. I love your OOC posts, and I love how much I've watched you grow up in the last few years, whether it be here or your posts on IG.

@kristnirpresti​​ asked :   ❛❛  is this a gift for me?  ❜❜    - soft -

SEND ME “✏️ + a ship“ or “headcanon + a ship” for three ( OR MORE ) random headcanons I have for that ship! – > @kristnirpresti // Accepting!

Ragnar wakes Athelstan up at the most random times, and sometimes, he doesn’t knock. He just kind of appears at the edge of his bed and expects Athelstan to keep him from being bored.  He acts like it’s once or twice, but it happens a lot. 

Thought Ragnar’s feelings for Athelstan are complex, he’s always willing to listen to him, talk about any relationship issues he may be having, like about what happened with Judith, in Wessex. Feelings are feelings but they’re really close confidantes too.

Ragnar glanced over at Athelstan.  He felt like they understood each other more than they used to now.  He had come back from Wessex with him, after they had set up the settlement there, had made his choice. He hadn’t doubted he would but things with Aethelwulf’s wife..he wasn’t sure what it was..but it had seemed complicated..Ragnar was nosy…but he liked to say curious, instead of nosy.

He took a deep breath, as he continued to take another drink.

“What demons are you running from?  Your faith or the kind that are found under the skirts of maybe..princesses?  I tell you, women are trouble. The best you could have done is come back to Kattegat.

im not at all surprised tbh, you’re amazing

         Sleep was not something that came easily to Ragnar, not really. Being King was not as simple as many thought it was, but he especially did not sleep well, in a place that was not his own. They’d head back in the morning. Athelstan was coming back with them, although he’d noticed the way Prince Aethelwulf’s wife seemed to be looking at him, and he was still certain Lagertha was sure he had sex with Queen Kwenthrith and he knew she’d had sex with King Ecbert. Well, this had been quite the trip, it would seem. But, he couldn’t sleep and when they were home, one of his favorite things to do, was make Athelstan entertain him.  He let himself out of his room, ignoring the guards and Ragnar ever the observant one, had noticed which way Athelstan’s area was. 

He nodded, he wasn’t as talented as Helga was, but he had learned the basics from her over the years. He knew how to handle cuts, and various other things. If it was too serious they would be seeing Helga though, he trusted her over everyone with injuries. Her knowledge was deep and impressive, and he always left knowing that he would be alright. She was more than just a healer of physical wounds, conversations with her, for Athelstan helped fix emotional wounds too.

“Come closer,” he looked at the the cut on the boys arm, it was red a bit inflamed but he didn’t think it was infected, nor did he think it would need to be closed it wasn’t too deep. “How did it happen?” he asked, as he went to get some clean clothe to use for a bandage.

Alfred tried to fit in best he could, in Kattegat and he did for the most part. He was well into his teenage years now, and he and Siggy were ‘just friends’ or that’s what they told people. No one believed them and they really shouldn’t.  But, Alfred still had on his mind, that he needed to at least go to Wessex and see if his future was there, and as much as he tried to be a warrior here or tried to fit in, he just couldn’t handle some of the combat training. He still didn’t have an arm ring, and he struggled with his health.

He held out his arm, that hadn’t healed from when he and Siggy had possibly gone swimming, several days before. It was also possibly that they’d been enjoying the day next to it, on a blanket, when he’d managed to somehow roll into a bush.  

“Um do you want the elaborate reason, the true reason or the reason I’d give Bjorn if he hadn’t disappeared on Siggy again?”’

“You reopened it,” he commented. He had no real experience, with the healing arts. He was neither Floki nor Helga. He thought it had healed after the fight with Haraldson, “How did this happen, I thought you had healed?”

He sighed, as he moved carefully. “Well, the fight with Haraldson took a lot out of me, and I’ve been going about, trying to get used to being Earl since then. Lagertha is already rather large with child and I don’t want to bother her, but I’m bleeding quite a lot.”