Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
It was easy to see Ragnar holding some back, keeping his best cards close to the proverbial chest, but he had always been that way. Not even Athelstan had known everything all the time, but he did not begrudge Ragnar his secrets -- he learned of them soon enough, when it was time and not before.
"What will you cover in your book?"
He laughed a little at anyone knowing more about Ragnar's people than Ragnar. There might have been some differences between the countries then, he might have not known Estonians as well as Norwegians, but the similarities were vast. And it was hard to know more than someone who lived through it.
His cheeks colored and his head ducked as it had years ago, but he was quick to look back at those too bright eyes that haunted his nightmares and plagued his daydreams. They hadn't changed at all. "i--" And where to start? At things more recent? No, that would take explaining from the last day they had seen one another. Better to start there.
His fingers laced with Ragnar's, holding tight because he knew some of it would be difficult. "The first thing you should know is that Floki didn't kill me. He meant to-- but it was not me," he said with a little shake of his head. "It was a changeling. Meant to look like me. I was gone by then -- I had met a beautiful woman with a hollow back -- and when I touched her, I was somewhere else. Like Earth, but not. Separate. I could not get back."