Another Valhalla
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gwyllionTitle: Another Valhalla
Author: gwyllion
Genre: Canon era
Pairing: Athelstan/Ragnar
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Warning: None
A/N: An Athelnar drabble because they are still alive in my head.
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters. No disrespect intended. No profit desired, only muses.
Comments: Comments are welcome anytime, thanks so much for reading!
On mornings when Athelstan’s hands ache, Ragnar builds the fire.
Milks the goats.
Guts the fish, despite the darkness.
From his seat by their cabin door, Athelstan contents himself to watch the fjord, frozen into a mirror by winter’s breath.
With clouded eyes that cannot see the streaked night sky, Ragnar weaves Athelstan’s grey hair into a loose braid, sparing him the effort.
“It will be spring soon,” Athelstan says, lacing his frail fingers with Ragnar’s strong ones.
Ragnar’s lips touch the ragged scar on the back of Athelstan’s hand, wrinkled with age.
Against the years, Ragnar fights another battle.
Author: gwyllion
Genre: Canon era
Pairing: Athelstan/Ragnar
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Warning: None
A/N: An Athelnar drabble because they are still alive in my head.
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters. No disrespect intended. No profit desired, only muses.
Comments: Comments are welcome anytime, thanks so much for reading!
On mornings when Athelstan’s hands ache, Ragnar builds the fire.
Milks the goats.
Guts the fish, despite the darkness.
From his seat by their cabin door, Athelstan contents himself to watch the fjord, frozen into a mirror by winter’s breath.
With clouded eyes that cannot see the streaked night sky, Ragnar weaves Athelstan’s grey hair into a loose braid, sparing him the effort.
“It will be spring soon,” Athelstan says, lacing his frail fingers with Ragnar’s strong ones.
Ragnar’s lips touch the ragged scar on the back of Athelstan’s hand, wrinkled with age.
Against the years, Ragnar fights another battle.
