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[athelstanthescribe]

While Ragnar chooses which root would be best for them, Athelstan walks slowly around the clearing, fascinated by the unfamiliar nature.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No on your terms," Ragnar says. "I don't want to just throw you into my world; I'll come and follow you right back."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods.

"And wherever we go, every city's got quiet places."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh yes," Ragnar says. "For you to take a few moments to breathe and connect to your God, and your roots."

Ragnar kisses him again, gently.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans into the kiss.

"And you can show me your favourite places."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"They tend to be a bit less quiet."

[athelstanthescribe]

"But they're yours. That's why I want to go to them."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I can follow you to the quiet places," Ragnar says, "and you can follow me to the loud ones."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Exactly." He smiles. "Then we'll both be happy."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs, and runs his hands down Athelstan's back again.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan curls against him.

"...have you brought people here before?" he asks after a while, more curious than jealous.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No," Ragnar says. "Not even Sinric. I've just been here to think."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Think about what?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Life," Ragnar says. "The universe. Everything. As you do."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Deep thoughts." He cranes up for another kiss.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

He gets that kiss, gentle at first, then deepening. "Thinky thoughts," Ragnar agrees.

His hands are cupping Athelstan's buttocks now, and pulling him close.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And now other things."

His lips part against Ragnar's, bolder than ever before.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Good idea," Ragnar says, answering the kiss with equal fervour.

He likes the way Athelstan is getting bolder.

[athelstanthescribe]

His hands start to roam again.

"You can take my shirt off", he whispers against Ragnar's lips.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slides his hands over the bare skin of Athelstan's back, slipping the shirt off as he does so.

[athelstanthescribe]

His back is thin, but not so much to suggest he doesn't eat, and the muscles are fairly well defined.

He shifts closer into Ragnar's touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps stroking him as they lie, chest to chest, bare skin to bare skin.

[athelstanthescribe]

He shifts so that they're lying together full length, and kisses Ragnar's shoulder.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar purrs with pleasure, and opens his legs a little so Athelstan can lie between them, belly to belly.

[athelstanthescribe]

He does just that, and one of his hands slips down to Ragnar's thigh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar purrs more; it's almost a moan now.

"Yes, like that!"