King Ragnar Imagines

Stay

The fighting was good. But the sex was even better. Being filled full of Ragnar was your favourite bit about raiding. When you both collapsed with a heavy thud into the bed, you almost immediately move to get your clothes and head for your own area. His hand stops you short of touching your overtunic, sliding around to grip your wrist.

"Stay. Don't leave me alone." He says in the lightest of rasps.

You shake your head. "The others will know I was here. I can't." You lurch off the bed when his firm hold on your elbow stops you again.

He drags you back into his bed. "My bed was empty without you. Let them talk. They already do." He remarks. Perhaps they did. They talked about how you shared Ragnar away from Kattegat, and with Aslaug's marriage with him utterly destroyed anyway, you began to keep his attention in Kattegat.

"This once." You say, flicking the scruff of his beard.