The second part of the archive of parchments publishing the Ragnarssons' reactions to situations proposed by you guys!
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Reality doesn't kick in until the girl's squeak suddenly awakens him, causing a long moment of silence for both of them. She covers her mouth in embarrassment, he frowns at the sight of Hvitserk's little girl in his bed. His sleepy head takes a while to do the math as she apologizes as much as she can - so his son was banging a cousin? Well, he wouldn't be the one to reprove, right?
"I think we can forget what just happened, uh?"
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He's the one who stops her hand just as she's about to touch his cock - the warm hands on his chest were good enough to wake him up but small enough to show him that mistake before Björn's daughter could actually commit it.
"I don't really know what you and my son are doing, but you've mistaken his room, and I suggest you go back to your room before you get my boy killed..."
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The room was dark.
He didn't notice.
She really didn't try to stop him!
She started!
Hvitserk would have trouble choosing among the many excuses he would have to justify waking up naked, hugging Ubbe's daughter, in his bed, after "dreaming" of the best fuck of his life.
She and his son weren't starting something?
"Shit..."
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At first, he thought it was his wife, but his surprise is when the waist his arm goes around is thinner than he expected. His reflexes are good enough to cover the girl's mouth before she screams when she sees the wrong pair of eyes looking at her. He hisses at her to calm down, his eyes irritated on the girl's inherited icy blues...
"Tell me you didn't expect to find my son in this room. And tell me you and he aren't doing what you tried here. Of all the girls in Midgard! Are you two trying to get him minced?"
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He swore she would pee herself when his arm held her intrusive hand all of a sudden. His body turned itself quickly on the bed to place a dagger on her neck, revealing clearly she had mistaken the person on that bed. But the sneaky little girl's image was enough for him to relax, and his brain did the math quickly, twisting his face in a curious expression as Sigurd's daughter was trying to recover from the scary and embarrassing moment.
So... His son and Sigurd's little girl, uh?
Oh, that was something he would like to see! He could already imagine Sigurd's infuriated expression...
Mostly to her surprise, he becomes friendly at her little stumble.
"His room is two doors to the left. We can just let it go, uh? Go on... shoo shoo!"
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