Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
"We do not have salmon in the lake, otherwise I would be out there catching it for you, of course," Ragnar chuckled. "It might be a little too cold right now to wait around for something to bite. I worry I have become a little too warm blooded. Though I do swim out there every day. My neighbours have complained." That wasn't strictly true. Commented on his sanity was more the point.
A sudden ache flooded his chest when Athelstan spoke in their old tongue. The urge to reach over and hold him was overwhelming. He didn't know if that expression told on his face when Athelstan turned back to him, but he tried to look more neutral.
"I'm glad. I'm glad it is comfortable. I have a room here, if you ever need it. If you find you cannot afford to keep staying there, or if the ghosts finally come and find you-" he smiled. Ragnar's fingers slid over Athelstan's knee as it lay against his own. "I have a lot of it planned out. I have a powerpoint presentation to go along with it. I am very good with computers now," he grinned.
One of the timers beeped and Ragnar stood, going to get the little salmon packages out of the oven. They were wrapped in paper and sat on some spring onion and asparagus and capers. Simple, but tasty.
"It'll be a little hot," he said as he placed the plate in front of Athelstan, resuming the contact of their knees.