King Ragnar Imagines

Baa

If there was one thing you hated, it was Ragnar's lack of concern for what were your rules within the household. He had no respect for them once so ever, knowing that he could get away with that cheeky bright lipped smile.

"Why is she on the table?"

Your hands were balled up on your skirts, looking down at the furry dirty white fur, some spots with deep brown blotches. Ragnar leans over the table, swiping the slight creature up into his broad arms.

"She's just a lamb, princess." Ragnar's lips pull up into a wide lipped smile. She was just a lamb. A remarkably well behaved creature with the softest of fur and deepest of eyes. But even still, she was a dirty one.

"She's filthy... and so are you. I should kick you both out of here." You stroll beside, yanking at his grouped braids. He slides his piercing bright eyes shut, then opens them to look up at you with an indignant smile. The nagging grates on his mind, more so when you whine at him just to get attention.

"Don't be so feisty with me, mm?"