"It's good you're home, love. I just -"
Ragnar pulled at your arm and as you bumped into his chest. He snaked his arms around your waist and laid his head upon your shoulder, inhaling the perfect, sweet smell of your hair.
You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around his big frame as your small fingertips rubbed circles at his back.
"I love you," he mumbled.
"As do I, my sweet."
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Vikings Imagines
Historical FictionWelcome, all Odin's children to my Wattpad blog dedicated to the Vikings TV Show and Norse Mythology! These Vikings Imagines can also be found on my Tumblr blog: Whisperer in Freya's Hall. Requests: Open || Asks: Open || Currently Working On: Imagi...
