Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
Ragnar nodded his head. That was fine. That was what Athelstan wanted, and it was what he preferred. "It suits you. It is you, as I have always known you," he reasoned. "I will make an exception around your family, if you would prefer?" It might be odd for his new birth family to hear him called by anything else, especially by a stranger.
The problem was that Ragnar couldn't imagine laying with anyone else. He couldn't imagine being with another person. Perhaps right now he was blinded by his love, and the love that Athelstan had for him in return.
"You would have to be the one person in the world I cannot imagine-" how did he phrase it? "-I cannot imagine having another lover with. It would have to be you, love of my life," Ragnar teased gently. "You offer me everything but I want only you." Ragnar was confident that wasn't going to change, but Athelstan was not going to settle with Ragnar's stubbornness.
"I will keep it in mind," he conceded.
Ragnar's eyebrows raised at Athelstan's question, turning his head and nipping at the other man's wrist as it moves close to his lips. "You intend to disobey your king?" he asks, taking hold of Athelstan's hand again, lips still close to his wrist. "Is that it?"