Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
Only that Lagertha teased him about it was unknown to Athelstan. "Did it?" He asked, the corner of his mouth lifting up. He wans't sure it had, but Ragnar's feelings had never kept them apart, and beyond the first time, he had never asked Athelstan to join him in bed again. But that was also their way -- there would not be another invitation until he made it clear that he wanted to join Ragnar in bed. In all the years that they had spent together, that had never changed.
Would it now? Not even he could answer that, as much as he thought he should be able to.
It was a little detour from his story that he was happy to take, before he returned to the prince. "No," he said quietly. How could he tell Ragnar this? "They are masters of deception, appearing one way when they are something 3else. Or wearing another person's face," he said quietly, and left it there.
"I don't know why. He might have gotten bored and found someone else he wanted to heap his affections onto, I don't know." Athelstan shrugged. It had lifted though, and that was the best news of all. "I will, of course. I'll tell you whatever you want to know--" and then he laughed, cheeks coloring at the affectionate title. "Maybe a little, yes."