Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
Athelstan could imagine it well of Ragnar's Gods. They were more like their human counterparts in that way, some good, some of them less so, but they all had their place within the world. "She told you I was coming back to you?" He almost laughed at Ragnar being so distracted by her appearance that he had trouble understanding what she was telling him.
"If I saw her again, I would feel much the same way." Whatever muddled mass his feelings for Ragnar were, how he felt about Lagertha was clearer. Cleaner, perhaps. She was beautiful and fierce, and she held a place in his heart and memories that belonged solely to her.
"I do worry," he whispered as their foreheads touched, gaze slowly lifting to meet Ragnar's. "I won't hold you to it. I won't force you to give up something you enjoy so much."
Was he saying that? He nodded slowly and laughed because Ragnar was the same, making broad, sweeping comments like that -- and Athelstan knew that was true. "The cool kids," he whispered and Ragnar was so close, he was right there, and it was easy to move until their lips touched and their shared breath for a moment before he settled back in his chair. It was barely a kiss, but it was enough to spread warmth from his core to his fingertips.