Sinric the Wanderer

"I'd love to read those", Athelstan says wistfully. "The library here has everything, but I keep getting distracted."

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"Perhaps we should take a few weeks off from our lives," Ragnar says, "not that we'd be missed, as no time passes anyway, and just stay here, read, learn, talk to people, copy maps, drink bourbon and spoil each other and Sinric."

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"There's a library here? Any anyone way use it?" Sinric is suddenly bright and alert. "Oh, I would love that. And music! The priest in the garden give me so much music to listen to."

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"Such a library, Sinric", Athelstan says with a smile just thinking of it. "Nothing like it exists in our world, and it's open to all."

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"I've never been there," Ragnar says. "When I was here last, I couldn't read yet. And I'm still not a scholar, or somebody who'd read for fun. But I'd like to see maps!"

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"You could show us tomorrow, Athelstan."

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"Maps would be very helpful. And histories too." His mind is already racing ahead. "And languages."

"Please, Athelstan! That would be so kind."

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Athelstan grins at them.

"I'll show you gladly. With maps for Ragnar and all manner of books for us."

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"And when I get bored and you don't," Ragnar says, "I'll go and raid the kitchen for us."

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Sinric slides out of his seat and into Athelstan's, setting in his lap and kissing him soundly. If there's one thing that can get him very excited, it's the idea of having free reign in a beautiful library.

Hold that thought, Ragnar. You get kisses next.

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Athelstan wraps his arms around Sinric and kisses him back.

He has words for Ragnar about taking care with food around the books, but they can wait.

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Ragnar drinks his mead and watches them, with a wide, happy grin.

They are very lovely to look at, and while he may have an argument with Athelstan to finish before they can have proper make-up sex, he is sure that some touching, kissing and pleasure will be forthcoming.

But even so, just looking at them is a pleasure in and of itself.

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Sinric nuzzles Athelstan's neck and kisses the turn of his throat. "I hope you will let me show my appreciation later?" He whispers softly. He kisses Athelstan again before getting up to settle in Ragnar's lap and doing the same, kissing him deeply and confidently.

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"Oh yes", Athelstan murmurs, watching them. "Whatever you want to do."

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Ragnar holds him in his arms, warm and safe, and kisses him back; he likes Sinric's newfound confidence.

"You seem to know what you want," he murmurs.

He leans in and kisses Sinric slowly, with open mouth and teasing tongue, softly and wetly, clearly making it a bit of a show for Athelstan.

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Sinric returns the kiss in kind, letting little moans and sighs escape his throat.

He has a future. It's like seeing land after months lost at sea. He knows, not where he's going so much as that he has somewhere to go to. Ribe, via the world. The lost little bird trapped his cage now has a mission and sun to fly by. It makes all the difference to him.

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It's like watching a flower open in all its beauty.

Athelstan gets up, eventually, and comes to crouch at their side so he can touch them both.

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Ragnar reaches down to touch Athelstan's cheek and neck while he keeps kissing Sinric and stroking his back with his fingers, safely holding him on his lap.

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"Take me to your bed?" He asks, switching over to kiss Athelstan as Ragnar holds him. "Let me show you how glad I am for what you've given me."

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Athelstan reaches for him, smiling, to help him up as they kiss.

"I'd like that, if our lord here would."

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"I would," Ragnar says, his voice already thick with desire.

So is his prick, which Sinric might feel as he moves over to Athelstan's touch.

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Oh, Sinric feels it, grinding against him with a subtle roll of his hips as kisses Athelstan deeply.

He rises slowly and steps back from them, slowly removing the clips of his gown to let it fall. With complete awareness of his body he walks to the bed, keeping in full view of them. Narrow hips and long hair swishing to beckon them to follow.

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Athelstan reaches for Ragnar's hand now, the previous argument not forgotten but set aside for the time being.

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No, they will have to discuss it and maybe even be angry again for a little before they come up with a plan together; but that doesn't have to keep them from enjoying each other and Sinric, and it will not lessen their feelings for each other, either.

"I love you," Ragnar says, quietly, as he squeezes Athelstan's hand and gets up from the chair.

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Sinric makes a show of leaning over the bed to straighten the pillows, on knee on the bed, displaying his lean body. From this angle, there is nothing to show his masculinity, his billowing chest and pert behind are as curved and shapely as any woman.

With a flick of his golden hair, he smiles to them. Welcoming, beckoning, encouraging.

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