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[thewidewideworld]

{From here.}

Sinric leads Ragnar up to their rooms, laughing softly as the Viking drags his feet.

"Get out of your dirty clothes and I'll run you a bath." He draws Ragnar in, standing in his tiptoes to kiss the corner of Ragnar's lips.

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[thewidewideworld]

"I know. I really am." Sinric purrs, pressing kisses over Ragnar's neck. "But me being greedy for your pleasure isn't a bad thing, is it?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I am," Ragnar says, still breathing very deeply with the aftershocks, "greedy for this. You too. We match."

[thewidewideworld]

"We do match. Just as we support each other and Athelstan." He keeps kissing Ragnar's throat. "And I'm very glad for it. I would never have learnt to take pleasure in this without the two of you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar nods. "We all support each other," he says, his breath steadying. "He needs us -- loving, touching, talking. Even when he doesn't want sex."

[thewidewideworld]

"And between us we don't lack for affection and care." He nods, nuzzling Ragnar and curling against his chest.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him close. "No, we don't; and we can give him whatever he needs at the moment."

[thewidewideworld]

"And he's with us, even in this." He purrs, cuddling against Ragnar's chest, groaning softly as Ragnar starts to slip from him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar just pulls him close, sighing -- mostly with contentment, but there is a bit of sadness for Athelstan in there.

[thewidewideworld]

"Shh." Sinric presses a finger to Ragnar's lips, following it with a kiss. "Let there only be love."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"There is," Ragnar says, "but love sometimes makes you unhappy when those you love must suffer."

[thewidewideworld]

"He's healing." Sinric whispers softly, "It's hard to see it, being close as we are, but he's healing."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says. "He might even not always notice it himself."

[thewidewideworld]

"One day he'll look at himself and realise he's healed, far better than he was at least. But until then, he'll see only the broken parts of himself. So all we can do is keep showing him how much we love him."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Which I will keep doing."

[thewidewideworld]

"We both do." Sinric steals a sweet kiss, getting off Ragnar's lap to go clean himself up.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar stretches and leans back, tangling his fingers in his own messed-up hair.

He will need to do something about this.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes back with a flannel and a comb. "Leave that." He smiles, "I'll do it now."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Thank you," Ragnar says, sheepishly. "You had done it once already, and then I messed it up."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs and settles behind Ragnar, combing his mane into some semblance of order swiftly. "I did have rather a hand in making a mess of it." He kisses Ragnar's shoulder.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"More than just a hand," Ragnar says, grinning. "Some very nice other parts of your body were involved as well."

[thewidewideworld]

"Rather a lot of me, actually." Sinric chuckles, his fingers threading easily through Ragnar's hair, taming his hair into a braid.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans back and enjoys the feeling of Sinric's fingers.

"A lot of the most important parts, too," he adds.

[thewidewideworld]

"My lips? My hands?" Sinric teases, drawing the strands of Ragnar's hair back in the braid as it was before.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar chuckles.

"Your hips," his says. "Your breasts. The sweet little thing between your legs."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles and kisses Ragnar's neck. "And my heart and mind?"