Night two

[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric woke at dawn, as he had most of his life. He sat and watched the sun rise over Ribe. From the beach, he looked back at the little trade port as the sun crested the carved figureheads on the rooftops.

Hung-over and feeling more than a little sick, he felt... happier in his own way. A night of tears and a morning of introspection had helped.

He had said more to Ragnar last night, more than he should have. But Ragnar’s trust in the gods, in oracles and seers would cover that. It would be many years before Ragnar found the bar and years more before Ragnar would find him in the bar.

For Ragnar, it would be a beginning but for Sinric it was an end.

Just as it had been with Constantine, just as it had been it Yan. And Egrit, and Olaf, and Saga, and all his other lovers.

It was time to move on.

Tonight he would give Ragnar the water compass. Tonight he would sing his last songs for Ribe and in the morning sail with the first tide, or slip away and walk until his feet brought him to another place. His task in life was complete. What was left - belonged to him.

***

That night the tavern is a riot. Heavy drinking and boisterous singing. Knowing this will be his last night in this place, his last night as the person he has been since Ragnar foretold his future all those years ago, Sinric is determined to go out in style.

A Viking believes he lives while his reputation is remembered so Sinric plans to leave everyone here with memories enough for a lifetime.

He is standing on the table as Ragnar comes in, leading the perfect sing-along song for this sort of night. A drinking song that’s lewd, playful and makes everyone want to join in. The music is infectious, making even the most taciturn smile or tap their feet.

He’s in his element, the centre of a swirling cacophony of upraised voices and joy. But if anyone is watching closely, they'll see that for all the horn in his hand and his playful silliness, Sinric isn't drinking. Every time someone fills his cup, he manages to palm it off to someone else.

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." Sinric answers very readily. "But in different ways. Here and here," He touched temple and over his heart, "rather that here." He gestures to his tiny member. "But powerful and moving none the less."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"We'll have to do something about the poor neglected little thing, though, " Ragnar murmurs against Sinric's skin.

He reaches out to touch it, for a start.

[thewidewideworld]

"Little yes, but hardly poor." He sighs a half moan. He runs his hand down Ragnar's back, arching into the touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No longer poor, I hope, when I finally pay proper attention to it," Ragnar murmurs, running his finger along the little pricklet.

[thewidewideworld]

"Only if you desire to." Sinric hums warmly. "You need not hurry. Enjoy the warmth of pleasure in your own time. We have all night."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"But I like it," Ragnar says. "And your breasts."

Another kiss to those follows, as if to prove his point.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs warmly with a sigh. "Then they are yours to enjoy. As am I."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I want you to enjoy it!" Ragnar chuckles.

[thewidewideworld]

"I do. And I will." Sinric smiles. "Never fear there." He draws Ragnar into a slow kiss before letting him go to touch and explore as he desires.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar starts slowly, kissing Sinric's breasts and stroking his thighs and lower belly, gently and warmly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs, hands carding gently over Ragnar's hair, toying with his stiff braid.

He has been halfway to hardness since he took off the phallus. Ragnar's touch stirs him further.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It likes this," Ragnar says, stroking the littlle prick with the back of his finger, like a shy little creature of its own.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles. "I most certainly do." He moans softly, spreading his legs a little wider.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar strokes the inside of Sinric's thighs, roving all the way to his knees before settling on that sweet little snail.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric luxuriates in the touch, just enjoying Ragnar's gentleness. His large nipples hardened, his little snail twitching.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar kisses, licks and suckles those lovely nipples while two callused fingers rub back and fort between Sinric's legs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hooks an ankle around Ragnar's leg, arching up into touch. "Oh, sweet Ragnar."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You really find me sweet?" Ragnar chuckles, starting to kiss his way down Sinric's chest, leaving a hand on his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

"Utterly." Sinric purrs. "One day you will look back on this and laugh." He promises.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No I won't," Ragnar says. "This is too good to laugh about it."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric leans down and kisses Ragnar long and lovingly. "Yes, it is."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar looks up at him with those fierce, pale eyes.

Sinric makes him feel as if he personally meant something, beyond his fate and destiny he had come to deliver.

[thewidewideworld]

Oh sweet Ragnar, if only you knew. Sinric's dark brown eyes hold his.

Love, compassion, desire.

And sadness.

It's hard to hold the mask high, pretend Ragnar is nothing to him but a passing fuck with all the history Sinric now carries alone.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar doesn't look away for a long time, all movement stilled.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes his cheek, so much unsaid and yet laid bare.

But after long moments, he closes his eyes slowly. "Stay with me tonight? I have no right to ask it but I must leave with the dawn. And I don't know if I will ever see you again."