Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
Ragnar let out another laugh, easy and unhindered with Athelstan in front of him. "I think that is another thing that Lagertha would have protested," he said. "She would tell you how often I spoke of you, and how distracted I used to be." He didn't mention that she had sometimes offered to let him call her by his priests name in a fantasy. He didn't think Athelstan would take that well.
"Oh-" Ragnar's face fell slightly because, yes, Athelstan had been a fisherman. He had probably spent enough time on the water. "Of course. We do not-" but then Athelstan was picking up his conversation. And Ragnar smiled again. "We can go wherever you desire," he said softly, letting go of Athelstan's leg so that he could resume eating. "I have been a number of times. To the land, but not to our land. We can go back there," he nodded. "We can go anywhere." That was true. True then, truer now.
Ragnar's eyes fell heavily onto Athelstan. A joint room. Offering him the space here where they could cross freely to each other made his blood warm, the thought of sharing a room, of having Athelstan's body so very, constantly close-
"You are a great temptation, my darling. You see even now I cannot keep my hands to myself."