[ Athelstan knows that Ragnar has to have his phone read text messages to him but it's better than trying to disguise how he's feeling in an audio or video message. Ragnar knows him far too well to not at least get a hint of distress. ]
Have you ever drank something that was not alcohol that affected you strangely...? Made you do things you wouldn't normally?
[ There's a really long pause because for reasons he's not sure of he's never liked remembering much of the mushrooms that he'd been given in Uppsala. ]
Like those mushrooms that make things strange... but in a drink.
[He'd been doing other things between the texts anyway, namely finishing up a fence and chicken coop at the house he'd moved into..... which he needed to mention to Athelstan anyway.
He nearly dropped his hammer when Athelstan's voice came through his phone with such a candid proposition. Tossing the hammer aside, he went over to where he'd laid his phone and picked it up.]
Of course... Now? You and I? Did you have more of the drink you were describing just now?
No... you do not need a drink to be with me. But... even you must admit this is also odd behaviour. For you, at least.
You know where the barracks are, yes? If you look at them, the river is just beyond. Take a right and follow the river. There is a house. It should only be a short walk. I am there.
[ Athelstan half wishes he did have another of those drinks to make things easier. It still bothers him what had happened, knowing the drink is the only reason it had and yet he couldn't really blame the man who gave it to him. He could have said no at any point, resisted the urges and been strong.
But he hadn't. It felt wrong to him in many ways, not least of all that it had not been ragnar. The guilt was stronger than any personal distress lingering from that night.
This is a logical way to make it right. So, its not long before Athelstan arrives at the house. His mind s full of turmoil but in his heart he cant really deny he wants to have sex with Ragnar. Hes wanted it a long time but his vows and so many other things had been in the way. He still doesn't full understand the drink or how it had affected him but he decides it doesnt matter now. At least he knows more now, what to expect... Maybe he could be better than that first night they'd been intimate in any capacity. ]
[Ragnar had a good view of the river from where he was working, so he continued with the fence. No doubt Athelstan would spot him easily as he approached as well.
The more Ragnar thought about the text, the more it bothered him. He couldn't quite pinpoint one specific thing that stood out to him. It was more things Athelstan had seemed to avoid saying that started eating at him.
He looked up and gave Athelstan an easy smile as he approached, a smile that faltered slightly when the monk got closer. There was something... just off about him.]
Athelstan. [He returned the greeting, the slightest hint of a question in his tone. He set the post he'd been working on down and nodded toward the house.] Let us speak inside. I need a drink.
[ Athelstan smiles and he doesn't react to Ragnar's tone. Its a reminder, though, that Ragnar is rather adept at reading Athelstan without much help from the monk. It had always been difficult to hide anything from him -- and rarely had he ever wanted or tried to.
His eyes turn to the house which looks more like home than the communal housing. ]
This is nice. [ He says as they make their way inside. ]
[He almost looked a little sheepish at the question as he followed Athelstan into the house.] A little... [His tone made it sound more like a confession.] Are you really so eager that we cannot even exchange a few words?
[He actually sounded pretty turned on by the idea, eyes raking over Athelstan suggestively.]
This... is my house now. It is a house for Gyda and I. I invited Ivar as well, but he declined. With a child of his own and the child's mother back, he should be thinking of a house of his own, but that is beside the point. [He was rambling just a little bit, almost nervously.] I wanted to- I was hoping... you might want to live here with us. There are plenty of rooms... It is your choice though. It is fine if you do not.
[ The words somehow make Athelstan feel all the more guilty but he doesn't waver in his smile. The way that Ragnar looks at him, sends a rush of heat through him, leaving him feeling flustered enough that he looks to the side and then around as if the reason was to take in the home.
Once, Ragnar's words end up about the place and not suggestive comments he looks back at him. ]
Do you really think I would say anything but yes? [ He closes the distance between them and he feels nervous and he's happy about being invited to live with Ragnar. It will be much better to live with him and Gyda than in the communal housing. It would almost be like before. His hand wraps around Ragnar's wrist as he leans in to press a kiss to his lips, tentative. He wonders if he'll ever feel sure of himself with Ragnar. ]
[He shrugged a little, almost acting aloof as if he were trying his hardest to pretend like he wasn't holding his breath for Athelstan's answer.]
So... that is... a yes? [He sounded cautiously hopeful. His anxious, expectant look melting into a smile as he leaned into the kiss, pretty sure all of this translated into 'yes'. He thread his fingers through Athelstan's hair, deepening the kiss before easing back reluctantly and breaking to tilt his head forward to press their foreheads together.]
[ Athelstan can almost forget why he is here exactly, the conversation that had led to him trying to distract Ragnar. The unsettled feeling and guilt is settled into the backseat for the moment, the contented happiness moving forward instead. He'll have to reckon with everything but not yet.
For now he can kiss Ragnar and he can be vaguely disapointed when it breaks. ]
Yes. [ He smiles as their foreheads press together. ]
[He didn't move, resting with their foreheads still pressed together, a smile tugging at his lips as well, a little more impish looking than Athelstan's.]
Was that a yes to living here or a yes to seeing the bedroom? [Definitely teasing.] Or both?
[He tilted his head, ducking a little to steal a quick kiss from Athelstan. He turned his arm in Athelstan's grip, breaking his wrist free just to grab the monk's to lead him up a set of stairs. There were a number of bedrooms in the main house, but the large one to the right of the stairs was definitely Ragnar's. An upstairs fireplace, a large bed covered in furs, even a crude stand where he'd set his armor. He leaned over, voice a whisper.] Do you like it?
Both. [ Athelstan answers, though he knows that Ragnar already knew as they kissed again. They head up the stairs together and the room is large, there's plenty that reminds him of Kattegat, although much is different. He takes in the room and then laughs softly. He turns to press another kiss to Ragnar's lips. Somewhere he has actually forgotten some of the negative things in favor of this home, in favor of Ragnar's kisses and affection. ]
[He returns the kiss, pressing into it enthusiastically. He steals another quick kiss, pressed half to the corner of Athelstan's mouth and half to his cheek as he speaks.]
Now. You said something about sex? [He smirked teasingly, pressing another nuzzling kiss to Athelstan's cheek before moving to find his lips again, a hand on his cheek and one on his hip as he walked him backward toward the bed.]
[ The word being said aloud makes Athelstan feel a bit of nervousness again. He knows exactly what to expect -- sort of, so at least he doesn't feel as overwhelmed as he might have before but there's that inkling of multi-faceted guilt threatening the surface again. Kissing Ragnar, feeling his hands leading him back towards the bed is distracting and he's wanted Ragnar for so long. His hands move to his sides, holding onto him as if needing to keep a grip on him to ground himself, to keep his thoughts from running away on him.
That would have been where that drink would come in handy. But then... Athelstan doesn't want his mind to be altered and he knows that ragnar would rather deal with things or ignore than altogether than that. ]
You give the impression that you would drop anything to have sex with me... [ Athelstan murmurs against Ragnar's lips.]
Only the impression? I did drop everything, did I not? [He smirked against Athelstan's lips, stealing quick little kisses even as the monk tried to speak.
Before they even got to the bed, he broke contact just enough to quickly tug his tunic off and toss it aside. He snaked his fingers under Athelstan's shirt, slowly working it up. He couldn't keep himself from leaning in for a kiss though, stalling his progress on Athelstan's shirt as he got distracted and wrapped his arm around him instead, parting his lips to deepen the kiss with a quiet, content hum.]
[ Athelstan starts to reply but the little kisses distract him at first. ]
Nothing all that important. [ He finally returns but the teasing in his voice should be clear. His eyes dropped when Ragnar's tunic is pulled off, inhaling sharply when the other's hands then slipped under his shirt, brushing against his skin. He doesn't think too much about the fact that the motion to pull off his shirt hadn't finished, pressing into Ragnar as they kissed.
He pulls back slightly, keeping his eyes on Ragnar's face before he's pulling his shirt off, discarding it and then pressing his lips to his again. ]
I want you, Ragnar. [ The words are whispered before he's deepening the kiss again, pressing close enough that they're skin to skin. ]
It was important. Very important. But it can wait. [He smirked, eyes already starting to get darker as he moved his hands up Athelstan's back. He bit his lip, eyes racking shamelessly over Athelstan's chest before meeting his eyes, gaze heated.
He stepped closer, nuzzling the side of his face, lips brushing his ear as he spoke quietly.] What do you want to try? I could use my mouth on you? Would you like that? Or there is a spot inside you... it would make you scream my name. [Again, he tilts his head to nudge him with his nose before pressing a few light kisses down his neck.]
[ One thing that Ragnar is always very good at doing is making Athelstan feel wanted. The way he looked at him, even before they'd first kissed it'd been there even when he did his best to ignore the knowledge.
The monk's head tilted to the side slightly as the other spoke against his ear, the skin tingling and warming under the sensation of his breath, the soft brush of lips to sensitive skin there. The words made him flush and he's nearly too flustered to answer as his hand came to rest on the back of his head as the other starts kissing his neck. He swallows hard. ]
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Have you ever drank something that was not alcohol that affected you strangely...? Made you do things you wouldn't normally?
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Like... bad water? Are you sick?
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Not that kind of strange, Ragnar...
Like...
[ There's a really long pause because for reasons he's not sure of he's never liked remembering much of the mushrooms that he'd been given in Uppsala. ]
Like those mushrooms that make things strange... but in a drink.
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Maybe you can make a tea with them? Like hemlock. If you are careful not to kill yourself.
Why?
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Someone gave me a drink at that Glow Ball. It was oddly colored but tasted like some sort of tea.
It...felt similar.
[ Let him try to be more direct. ]
But my memory is not hazy but it... I behaved strangely.
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Did you have fun at least?
[Ragnar tended to avoid things like that. Even in Uppsala, he hadn't partaken in the mushrooms, preferring to keep a clear head.]
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Instead of actually answering any of the questions, he switches to audio. ]
Do you want to have sex?
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He nearly dropped his hammer when Athelstan's voice came through his phone with such a candid proposition. Tossing the hammer aside, he went over to where he'd laid his phone and picked it up.]
Of course... Now? You and I? Did you have more of the drink you were describing just now?
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Yes. And no I have not had more... It was given to me I would not where to know where to find more even if I wanted any.
I do not need a drink to be with you.
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You know where the barracks are, yes? If you look at them, the river is just beyond. Take a right and follow the river. There is a house. It should only be a short walk. I am there.
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I will be there soon.
[ Athelstan half wishes he did have another of those drinks to make things easier. It still bothers him what had happened, knowing the drink is the only reason it had and yet he couldn't really blame the man who gave it to him. He could have said no at any point, resisted the urges and been strong.
But he hadn't. It felt wrong to him in many ways, not least of all that it had not been ragnar. The guilt was stronger than any personal distress lingering from that night.
This is a logical way to make it right. So, its not long before Athelstan arrives at the house. His mind s full of turmoil but in his heart he cant really deny he wants to have sex with Ragnar. Hes wanted it a long time but his vows and so many other things had been in the way. He still doesn't full understand the drink or how it had affected him but he decides it doesnt matter now. At least he knows more now, what to expect... Maybe he could be better than that first night they'd been intimate in any capacity. ]
Ragnar. [ he says in way of greeting. ]
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The more Ragnar thought about the text, the more it bothered him. He couldn't quite pinpoint one specific thing that stood out to him. It was more things Athelstan had seemed to avoid saying that started eating at him.
He looked up and gave Athelstan an easy smile as he approached, a smile that faltered slightly when the monk got closer. There was something... just off about him.]
Athelstan. [He returned the greeting, the slightest hint of a question in his tone. He set the post he'd been working on down and nodded toward the house.] Let us speak inside. I need a drink.
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His eyes turn to the house which looks more like home than the communal housing. ]
This is nice. [ He says as they make their way inside. ]
Do you really want to talk now?
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[He actually sounded pretty turned on by the idea, eyes raking over Athelstan suggestively.]
This... is my house now. It is a house for Gyda and I. I invited Ivar as well, but he declined. With a child of his own and the child's mother back, he should be thinking of a house of his own, but that is beside the point. [He was rambling just a little bit, almost nervously.] I wanted to- I was hoping... you might want to live here with us. There are plenty of rooms... It is your choice though. It is fine if you do not.
hdu with this cute tag
Once, Ragnar's words end up about the place and not suggestive comments he looks back at him. ]
Do you really think I would say anything but yes? [ He closes the distance between them and he feels nervous and he's happy about being invited to live with Ragnar. It will be much better to live with him and Gyda than in the communal housing. It would almost be like before. His hand wraps around Ragnar's wrist as he leans in to press a kiss to his lips, tentative. He wonders if he'll ever feel sure of himself with Ragnar. ]
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So... that is... a yes? [He sounded cautiously hopeful. His anxious, expectant look melting into a smile as he leaned into the kiss, pretty sure all of this translated into 'yes'. He thread his fingers through Athelstan's hair, deepening the kiss before easing back reluctantly and breaking to tilt his head forward to press their foreheads together.]
Do you want to see the bedroom?
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For now he can kiss Ragnar and he can be vaguely disapointed when it breaks. ]
Yes. [ He smiles as their foreheads press together. ]
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Was that a yes to living here or a yes to seeing the bedroom? [Definitely teasing.] Or both?
[He tilted his head, ducking a little to steal a quick kiss from Athelstan. He turned his arm in Athelstan's grip, breaking his wrist free just to grab the monk's to lead him up a set of stairs. There were a number of bedrooms in the main house, but the large one to the right of the stairs was definitely Ragnar's. An upstairs fireplace, a large bed covered in furs, even a crude stand where he'd set his armor. He leaned over, voice a whisper.] Do you like it?
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It is very nice, very you. I like it.
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Now. You said something about sex? [He smirked teasingly, pressing another nuzzling kiss to Athelstan's cheek before moving to find his lips again, a hand on his cheek and one on his hip as he walked him backward toward the bed.]
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That would have been where that drink would come in handy. But then... Athelstan doesn't want his mind to be altered and he knows that ragnar would rather deal with things or ignore than altogether than that. ]
You give the impression that you would drop anything to have sex with me... [ Athelstan murmurs against Ragnar's lips.]
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Before they even got to the bed, he broke contact just enough to quickly tug his tunic off and toss it aside. He snaked his fingers under Athelstan's shirt, slowly working it up. He couldn't keep himself from leaning in for a kiss though, stalling his progress on Athelstan's shirt as he got distracted and wrapped his arm around him instead, parting his lips to deepen the kiss with a quiet, content hum.]
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Nothing all that important. [ He finally returns but the teasing in his voice should be clear. His eyes dropped when Ragnar's tunic is pulled off, inhaling sharply when the other's hands then slipped under his shirt, brushing against his skin. He doesn't think too much about the fact that the motion to pull off his shirt hadn't finished, pressing into Ragnar as they kissed.
He pulls back slightly, keeping his eyes on Ragnar's face before he's pulling his shirt off, discarding it and then pressing his lips to his again. ]
I want you, Ragnar. [ The words are whispered before he's deepening the kiss again, pressing close enough that they're skin to skin. ]
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He stepped closer, nuzzling the side of his face, lips brushing his ear as he spoke quietly.] What do you want to try? I could use my mouth on you? Would you like that? Or there is a spot inside you... it would make you scream my name. [Again, he tilts his head to nudge him with his nose before pressing a few light kisses down his neck.]
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The monk's head tilted to the side slightly as the other spoke against his ear, the skin tingling and warming under the sensation of his breath, the soft brush of lips to sensitive skin there. The words made him flush and he's nearly too flustered to answer as his hand came to rest on the back of his head as the other starts kissing his neck. He swallows hard. ]
Do I have to choose?
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