𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊 ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾

''ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀy.'' ʀᴀɢɴᴀʀ 'ʟᴏᴛʜʙʀᴏᴋ' ꜱɪɢᴜʀᴅꜱꜱᴏɴ. #VikingsRP ↬ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ/ᴀᴜ ↬ ᴍᴠ/ᴍꜱ ↬ ꜱʜɪᴩꜱ ᴡ/ᴄʜᴇᴍ ↬ ꜱᴇᴍɪ/ᴅᴇꜱ. ↬ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy  ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴛ?

/ missing the twd universe 🤝🏼

Approaching @ShieldOfTheGods. Cupping her face in his hands, he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss against her lips.

Ragnar slowly turned his head again to look back at the fire. "Do I even want to know what happened *this time?" He gave Ivar a little side glance. The grin that would set on his lips gave him easily away, though.

The day had been rather calm so far. Though, with Ivar approaching and getting seated beside him, he had a feeling that things weren't going to be calm any longer; especially after setting his gaze on his youngest son. Arching an eyebrow as he inspected his sons looks, +

Me.

Giving her a short side glance before staring ahead again.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌. ㅤ

MAYBE it is? Does he want to come or not?

Silly question.

Well, hello there.

They will mostly need them to sail to England. After that *SHRUG*

He will take whatever he can get.

That could become quite the story. He will gather up some more men.

You want to go to England? Well. That isn't a bad idea, actually.

Too much detail. Where would you like to go?

Really? Well, he didn't really expect anything else. Considering their looks. He will prepare something.

Something like that.

Does he want to? He didn't think he would. But if that's the case then he will definitely take him along next time.

He's his son. Of course he considers him sweet. Look at that harmless face.