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"Oh yes," Ragnar says.

He puts the bones down with their bags, and then kicks off his shoes.

"There's this very inviting patch of bracken above that boulder," he says, and starts climbing up there.

Athelstan follows Ragnar's lead in removing his shoes, guessing that he'll need his toes free, and climbs after him.

Ragnar climbs up the rather steep boulder and then -- vanishes.

Athelstan blinks as he reaches the top, knowing there must be some optical illusion here but unable to pinpoint it.

"Ragnar?"

On top of the boulder is a little dell, like a nest, where moss and bracken grow.

Ragnar is lying in it, smiling invitingly at Athelstan as he reaches the top and can see over the edge of the stone.

Athelstan takes in the sight before him and smiles.

"No one would ever guess we were up here, even if they stood just at the bottom of the rock."

Ragnar folds his arms under his head and smirks at Athelstan with a come-hither look.

And so he does, pulling himself fully onto the boulder and scrambling into the dell to lie beside Ragnar.

Another deep kiss follows.

Ragnar's arms close around Athelstan as he returns that kiss as fervently as it is given.

"Take what's yours," he murmurs.

Athelstan pulls away a little as the kiss ends, looking down at Ragnar.

"Do you love me as I love you, with that shining? Understand that whatever you answer, it changes nothing."

"That glow," Ragnar says, "doesn't go away -- and yes, I love you like that. I can't know what it feels like for you, but I know that there's a light where you are, for me, that shows me you're there and you're you, and that I'm aware of every moment you're there. I can't leave you alone; it's what Ganymede and those others saw on me, long ago, in the magic place."

Pause.

"Sometimes, it makes me silly and incautious because that light just wants to glow."

"I know." He brushes his lips against Ragnar's in a short teasing kiss. "And that's why I let you, because I can never resist you unless the danger is real and present. I could no more stand against you than against myself."

"Sometimes," Ragnar admits, "I throw food at you, or sit on you in the training ground, just because I can and you're there. And I can't do what I'd rather do."

Athelstan chuckles quietly.

"Do you think I didn't guess that? Your attention is always on me when we're in the same room, and if sometimes you can't contain it..."

"I can't catch you and kiss you," Ragnar says. "I can't just pinch your bottom. I can't even look too long and deeply into your eyes. So I get childish at times."

"I understand", he answers softly. "It's all you can do safely in public, and I never thought less of you for it."

Even if sometimes he rolls his eyes.

"How do you manage to contain it?" Ragnar says. "You're so very sensible most of the time."

"I've had much more practice", is all he can say. "Remember where I grew up... even if I never felt like this for anyone then. The other part is that I remember the consequences if I don't. To be driven away from you..."

Ragnar's arms tighten around Athelstan, as the very idea makes him shudder.

"It's always riskier for you than for me," he murmurs.

"I don't care about my reputation for itself. I could move on and make a new one." He meets Ragnar's eyes. "But doing that would tear me apart."

"I'd never allow anyone to drive you away," Ragnar says. "But it would make things increasingly hard, and not in a good way."

"I know. So we keep being careful, and my love for you grows every hour." He drops his head to rest on Ragnar's shoulder. "There are passages in the Bible about it."

"About love between people, not just that of your god?" Ragnar says.

"Yes. It's said to be the greatest virtue. It's in the writings of Saint Paul, one of the fathers of the church, that in the end, three things will endure - faith, hope and love, and the greatest of these is love."

"And that's for people among each other?" Ragnar says.

He shifts a little on the bracken, and tangles their legs. With his bare foot, he touches Athelstan's.