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[athelstanthescribe]

It's almost time to leave their little hunting cabin and go back to the town, much as Athelstan and Ragnar might wish they could stay... but Athelstan's dog is nowhere to be seen.

Athelstan stands in the doorway, looking and calling for him, and finally he reappears, carrying something in his mouth.

"Fiachra? What have you got there?"

He crouches for a better look, frowning as it strikes him that doesn't look like a deer bone...

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slumps down all over him, taking some moments to harshly get his breath back.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "Squashing you?"

He half-heartedly tries to move off.

[athelstanthescribe]

"No", Athelstan assures him, pulling him back. "Keeping me warm."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Not everybody gets a large live Viking as a blanket," Ragnar chuckles, "but you do, because you're lucky and I love you."

He stays where he is; his prick will eventually slip free and rest moistly between Athelstan's legs, and Athelstan's seed will stick the hairs on their bellies and groins together, but that is how it tends to be after they made love.

[athelstanthescribe]

They can wash it off later.

"Many people do!" he says with a grin. "But not many Saxons."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You're a lucky saxon, then," Ragnar says, comfortably nuzzling his face into the crook of Athelstan's neck. "But I'm lucky as well -- I get a small live Saxon as a pillow!"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan laughs, curling against him.

"Then we can be each other's bedding, and happily."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"The best ever," Ragnar says.

And he falls silent for a long while.-

They will probably arrive late at the hall tonight, but they still have something to show -- fish and rabbits -- even though the coin must stay a secret, or the peace of their private little place would be lost.-

[athelstanthescribe]

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