Boat dreams: Athelstan/Ragnar
Ragnar huffed out a little laugh. "I don't think this is what greatness is," he replied. "I am lost and wandering and I wish I could die. It is far from greatness."
He didn't want to let his eyes linger on the man beside him, but looking out over the water and at the land they were passing- it was strange. It was the water between Lindisfarne and Kattegat. They had sailed this together so long ago.
"I think of you often, you know? It has been-" Ragnar paused to think over the number. "It has been nearly twelve hundred years-" his voice caught in his throat, his eyes suddenly stinging with the weight of every single one of them. "I miss you."