After the tree for the sons of Ragnar.

[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric limps up to the nearest entrance to their room, heading straight for the bed. He can wait for food and booze but sitting down is a must.

"Come lay with me." He calls softly, spreading out the furs.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Take what you need," Ragnar pants. "My strength, my fire, my love, my passion -- all that nourishes you. It's all yours!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Your strength, your fire, your love, your passion." Sinric moans. "My love. My beloved!"

The gold licks to flames at the corners of his closed eyes, straining at the inferno ready to burst from his core. He throws his head back and opens his eyes, both of them wreathed in golden flames as he screams his peak.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar thrusts, and thrusts again, and then spills inside him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric collapse into his arms, holding on for dear life. The flames are gone now, leaving only after-images and the glow of Sinric's warm skin and gold tinted eyes.

He smiles breathlessly and kisses Ragnar, laughing as he does. "How I've missed you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar laughs, and carries him over to the bed. He seems younger now, young as he will have been when Sinric is first going to meet him.

[thewidewideworld]

As does Sinric, his hardest years lifted and he falls into the bed, pulling Ragnar with him. He smiles and trades playful kisses, bright and lovely.

He plays with Ragnar's braid, letting his fingers brush down it's length. "My Raven."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"My lark," Ragnar whispers, closing his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes Ragnar's cheek, down the line of his nose in a soothing gesture. "You need not fear for him, my beloved. Your son." His voice is a soothing as his touch as he gathers Ragnar in his arms.

"His road will be hard, and marked with pain. But it will make him strong. Stronger and fiercer. He will be a Viking."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"A Viking, like all others?" Ragnar says. "Or rather, a Viking unlike all the others?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Unlike any other." Sinric muses. "He will be fierce, cunning, and ruthless. A warrior to be feared with a name that will run ahead of him like a warning. A name that will be remembered almost as long as yours."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is silent for a long while, stroking Sinric's hair.

"Thank you," he finally says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws him into a slow, soft kiss.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar holds him, strokes his hair and kisses him back, just as slowly and lovingly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks deep into Ragnar's eyes, still warm with gold as he returns the loving touches. "You should rest, my beloved. Let the lightening of your heart ease your lost sleep."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Hmmm," Ragnar agrees, pulling Sinric close as he shuts his eyes. "Thank you. Love you."

[thewidewideworld]

"As I love you." Sinric answers with all the gravity of a promise as he curls in Ragnar's arms. "And always will."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I know," Ragnar says. "And I'm truly grateful to the gods."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric steals one last kiss and closes his own eyes. Whatever gods were responsible, Sinric is grateful too.

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