Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
Ragnar shook his head. It hadn't been a possiblity. It hadn't been something he'd even allow himself to entertain properly, because he was a curse. He had been a curse on his family, on his children, on Athelstan. He had stolen him away, thrown him into a life he hadn't wanted, meant he'd died younger than he should...
"You really think? Wherever you are you're pretty," Ragnar teased gently, though the laugh hadn't really reached his eyes. He was a little lost in his own head, his own memories. "We had to take care of ourselves before we had you," he added.
"It might change. And if it does then you are free to leave me, as you have before. You are free to do as you wish," Ragnar said, going to the stove where he had made mashed potatoes earlier, and where they had been warming. He brought them over, scooped them onto their plates, then took the steaks from the oven. "There is a whole world you have not seen, I would never stop you."