slipping away with Ragnar

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.

"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar reaches for him, to steady him and pull him in his arms. "Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes in Ragnar's arms, both in anger and in something else. He hides his face in Ragnar's tunic, trying to slow is too fast breathing.

Being told to mind Athelstan's trauma had brought his own memories to the forefront and he's fighting down a panic attack.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Breathe," Ragnar says, softly -- he knows about Sinric panicking, by now. "You are with me. You are safe. We should go and be alone right now."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He whispers between ragged breaths. He nods at the suggestion of being alone, wanting to be away from the bar when he suddenly feels exposed and unsafe. "Please? I need to get out of-" the tight girdle isn't helping with his breathlessness.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I love you," Ragnar whispers, pulling Sinric towards the stairs. "He's such an asshole."

On the first landing, out of the bar's eyesight, he'll at least help Sinric loosen his clothes so he can breathe.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chokes a bitter laugh at that, his voice rough. "Righteous churchmen. All the same." It's a relief to breath easier and he hastens to their rooms to shed it all.

"I'm sorry, Ragnar. I thought I has control of my fears but-" he swallows a small sob, his breathing still a touch too fast

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Don't be sorry," Ragnar murmurs, kicking their door shut. "It's not something you can control, that is the point."

Pause.

"How about we lie in the furs and just cuddle?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Please." He shakes off the last of the complex undergarments, not minding that he tears the fine stockings, he just wants them off.

He lays down in the furs, welcoming the familiar feel of them.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar takes off his tunic and shirt, and lies down beside Sinric, taking him in his arms again. "Come here and have me as your pillow."

He gently strokes down Sinric's back.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric curls against him, drawing warmth from the press of Ragnar's hard body against him. Like a strong pillar that can support his weight, no matter what. "I'm sorry. I've ruined our evening." He closes his eyes, breathing in Ragnar's scent.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You didn't," Ragnar says, stretching and puling at the furs, to snuggle down like bears in their winter cave. "The priest did."

[thewidewideworld]

There's something wonderfully right about being naked on furs, pressed skin to skin with Ragnar. All that was missing was Athelstan with them.

He rests a hand over Ragnar's heart, tracing a spiraling pattern over Ragnar's chest with the tips of his fingers.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar sighs, and snuggles.

He misses Athelstan so bitterly -- but that does not make Sinric the smallest bit less important.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sings softly to still himself, tracing spirals over Ragnar's chest. His fingers are especially drawn to the tattoos, skimming their outlines with fascination.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Si rid," Ragnar murmurs. "My sweet Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

"Would you... do this for me?" He asks, leaning up on one elbow to kiss the curve of one tattoo on Ragnar's chest. "Mark me? Not anything so big or elaborate but something... something I can see."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says. "Of course I will. What would you like it to be?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I don't know. Something small. Something I and those I trust would see." He closes his eyes for a moment. "Something that will give me an anchor to this place and to you and Athelstan."

He breathes a soft sigh, his voice low. "So I have something to be sure of, if I'm away too long and it starts to feel like a dream."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar leans over to kiss his temple. "Yes, I can see that," he says. "A little raven with a fish in its fangs, perhaps? Or a raven and a dove?"

[thewidewideworld]

"The raven and the dove?" He asks, stroking Ragnar's chest again. "You and Athelstan?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes," Ragnar says. "The dove is a symbol of the holy ghost of his faith, as the raven is Odin's bird. The fish is another symbol, but that design would refer to our beginnings - me stealing a monk for myself."

[thewidewideworld]

"The ikhthýs, yes." Sinric nods. "I see. I like that. Would you do it for me? And where do you think is best? It can't be... too large. And I can't have it until my lord is gone."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I'll think of something beyond catching him," Ragnar says, "as we've grown far beyond that. You might have it on your lower bellies, so only your lovers see it, except from us. And small enough to cover up with pint before the encounter with one young Viking with big ideas."

[thewidewideworld]

He takes Ragnar's hand an lowers it to his hip, to the flat of his belly just above his pubis. "Here?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hand is rough and warm, and describes a rough circle over Sinric's belly.

"Yes, there," he says. "Perhaps even a bit lower, and to the right or left."