#ofragnar

“y’just gatta trust me here. we’re not dealing with gods; we’re dealing with monsters.” he was sure that ragnar could handle himself. the other man was more than capable of that. but dealing with people, their grief and the hunt itself was a whole different ball game.

“ I cannot stay Ragnar. You know that. My people need me, & my warriors need to meet their families. ”     Her voice was firm enough for him to understand she was serious.  He pressed himself against her, his hand gripping on her shoulder, desperately trying to reach her, to beg her almost to stay. After shrugging him off,  he got pissed. Fair enough, as she began to raise her voice louder... & the second later, it felt like years ago, when their harmless fights only led to playful wrestling... & more. Unable to move the way she wanted to because of her injury in her shoulder, she soon found herself facing the ground.      “ Ragnar ! You are hurting me ! Wether you want it or not, I am bond to leave. ”    Teeth gritted together, she glared back at him as he loosened his hold on her ever so slightly. She sighed & rolled on her back,     “ Björn will stay. ” 

sam looked down at the viking, his lips parted as he panted. the fingers digging into the sides of his chin, holding him firmly with stern meaning, nearly makes him squirm beneath the gaze. so, this is how they were going to play it? ragnar was so close, and yet, so far away still, blue eyes flickering between his own hazel and his lips. it could have been mistaken for lust. “maybe i just wanted you to save me.” sam teased.

continued from x. @ofragnar​​

no because this is a list of my muses, not yours! it’s checking which of my muses you’re interested in.

his steps halt in front of the norseman, trying desperately to stifle a grin. it was always a long night when the undying hunger took over. but there’s a gentle hand in contrast that stroked at ragnar’s cheek briefly, nodding his head. “very long night.” his other hand raised to try to clean up his skin, only to make the mess worse and smear it into streaks. “i’ll go take a shower and then we’ll get some food, yeah? i’m starving.”

Asta knew how a wound could get infected and the receiver could get killed. She had heard it happen and this time she didn’t want to see it happened. Her hands worked quickly, putting her mother’s herbs on his hip after rinsing the wound off. A small smile forms on her lips at his smirk. “I know, I always watch these fights. Not just to help out the wounded either.” She longed to join one, but didn’t feel skilled enough to do so.

louder for the kids in the back !!   excatly this, dear !