Ragnar had never really been an awful person. Selfish at times, yes, but over the last thousand years or so he had mellowed out a lot. He was a different man to the man he had been as king.
He'd met Leander, and he'd known there were a lot of things missing in this man's life. Ragnar didn't know where his sometime-companion called home, but he would bet it wasn't pleasant. He would bet that Leander spent most of his money on his drug of choice. And whilst that wasn't any of Ragnar's business, there had to be nights when Leander was alone, and he might want just- something else. Somewhere safe. A bath and a bed and dinner.
And Ragnar had the space for company. He had two empty bedrooms, and several other rooms that were too big for just him and a puppy. No matter how big the puppy might get.
Leander hadn't been particularly forthcoming with his Christmas wish, and this was what Ragnar had decided on. A room at his house.
Athelstan went careering out to the front door when he heard the knock, his little puppy paws sounding on the flooring. Ragnar, dressed in his pajama pants and a tight black thermal t-shirt, followed barefoot.
"You should really try out your key," he said softly, with a smile, as he opened the door for Leander. "In case I'm not here when you want to come over. Try-" Ragnar stepped back to let Leander in, though he held the door open so that he could access the keyhole.