Re: Boat dreams: Athelstan/Ragnar
He had never seen Ragnar flush like he was now, at least not from conversation. He'd seen him with his eyes bright and his cheeks ruddy -- or blood stained -- from battle. Or pleasure on those few times when he had seen Ragnar immediately after having sex with one of his wives. Though he had not been flushed the time he invited Athelstan to bed with himself and Lagertha, but his skin had been shiny with sweat then. Or other fluids that were not his, but that was not a thing he had investigated. To see him blushing now though -- that made his eyes go a little wide, and a small smile curled his lips. "I'm glad you don't think of me as a dog."
He had never been good at obedience, not even to Ragnar.
His smile slowly fell as Ragnar mentioned the town. The same town Ronan was in. Did he tell him? Did he leave it for a surprise? "Where in Repose? Where would I find you?" Was it even a choice to not find him? It didn't feel that way, and Athelstan was not sure he wanted it to. Once he had promised to always follow Ragnar, no matter if their Gods were different -- they had not met by coincidence. It wasn't coincidence now that eased them together. "Your Gods still look after you, Ragnar," he whispered.