|Ragnar is a (__viking) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-02-09 14:34:00
|Entry tags:||*log, connor xander, ragnar lothbrook|
Dinner: Ragnar and...Athelstan
Who: Ragnar and Connor/Athelstan
What: Dinner with an old friend.
Where: Ragnar's house
When: Saturday night.
Warnings: None anticipated
Despite the test run on Thursday, Ragnar was still nervous about the dinner he was preparing for Athelstan. Or Connor. His name was Connor now. And he wasn't entirely certain he could remember to stick to that.
Or that Athelstan would like the meal.
Or that he would enjoy being alone with Ragnar again. They had had a good time at the museum the first time they had met, but that had been- that had been something else. This would be the two of them in Ragnar's house, he would be entertaining. Other times he had entertained it was easy enough to move the evening on to sex if things were slowing down, but that wasn't going to happen tonight.
Not that Ragnar was anxious about not being able to fall back on sex. He was just anxious about Athelstan not enjoying himself. Or liking him. Away from work Ragnar there was just normal Ragnar, and sometimes he wasn't even sure he liked himself.
'Stan was laying in his little dog bed, tail wagging slowly as he watched Ragnar moving around, cleaning, fussing, cleaning things again.
With an hour to go he went to shower and change, trying for something smart but casual. Attractive but not 'I'm trying to get into your pants'.
Because he wasn't. He really wasn't.