Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
"Perhaps I will write it about a man who dreams of discovering new lands. Who sails where other people tell him he is mad to sail. And how he happened upon a new land. Perhaps he and his people were not polite about it, but it was all new and wonderful-" Ragnar smiled. He could describe the boats, the planning, the homelife, the lead up. The start of a memoir.
The smile faded from his lips as Athelstan gripped his hand harder, and he returned the squeeze, reassuring, his attention full on him. Already his heart hurt, and they had barely started.
"You were distracted by a pretty girl," he tried to laugh. "And she lead you astray, as women are wont to do." Ragnar swallowed and looked up, his eyes a little shiny with tears. Floki, though. Floki had taken Athelstan from him. Had always hated him. Had ripped the heart out of his chest.
"He was jealous of how I loved you," he said softly, letting a tear fall down his cheek without shame. "How I loved you more than I had loved anyone before you. He knew I would do anything for you. And you knew that, didn't you? You knew?" Ragnar swallowed again. Blinked. "Continue?"