First list of parchments publishing the Ragnarssons' reactions to situations proposed by you guys!
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⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT references.
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Björn lifts up and goes clap his hands to increase her pace, having fun on her dance, smiling, and feasting with her rhythm. His eyes don't leave her and when the music ends, he takes her near his body, kissing her in front of everyone so all the men will know to who the dancer belongs.
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Ubbe takes his seat. He watches her body moving, scanning her curves with his eyes without even flash so he can avoid losing any detail. A cup of mead in his hand from which he takes a sip or another, watering his dry throat and hiding the intentions he has to the moment that the music will ends...
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Hvitserk lifts up and goes dance with her, rounding her body around him, smiling and playing with her as they were the only couple on the great hall, having the fun of his life before kissing her at the end of the dance, then screams to everybody before taking her in his arms, showing everyone how happy he is to have her with him.
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Sigurd turns amazed. He just stops everything he could be doing to see her dancing and once his eyes are caught by her movements, he's just gone, lost in the silent melody her body seems to play just to his ears. He follows her with his eyes and head, moving just the essential to keep looking at her. When the dance ends and the music stops, he touches her face passionately and kisses her as deep as he can, trying to make her feel the way her music touched his heart.
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Ivar is grumpy. He doesn't admit he loves to see her dancing especially because they are in public and he can't dance with her. So he complains about her dancing, calling her, pulling her to the seat by his side. They argue, having a little discussion. So she sits finally, sighing when he says he wants to go home and leaves, crawling, stopping at the door just to be sure she will follow him. But when they get into the privacy of their room, he pulls her body over his lap, making her mount his hips. His forehead against hers when he grunts to her, excited, his hands guiding her hips against his.
"Now you can dance... to me."
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