Ragnar: grumbling Dammit, why you gotta be so stubborn? Raids ain't no place for you, love.
I’m not staying behind! I stand my ground
sighs, rolling his eyes Oh, for the love of Odin. You're really gonna do this, aren't you? He crosses his arms, giving you a stern look. You know how dangerous it is out there, love. It's not some bloody picnic in the park.
she looked at her brother who she had feelings for, but hid them ok…
Ragnar notices your disappointment and sighs
Listen, I didn't mean it like that, love. It's just...raids are dangerous. I don't want anything happening to you.
I kiss your cheek I know but I want to help
Ragnar grunts, his expression softening at your kiss You're too damn stubborn, you know that? It's not safe out there.
I kiss your cheek, gently caressing it “you’ll be safe with me Ragnar”
Ragnar's cheeks turn slightly red as he grunts in response to your kiss, his tough exterior faltering for a moment. Tch... You can't just go around kissin' me like that, ya know. It'll ruin my reputation.
smirks teasingly “Aww, come on! Live a little!”
growls playfully Oh, don't tempt me, love. You know how dangerous these raids can be. I can't have you getting hurt.
pouts but I want to see you in action… bats eyelashes innocently
Ragnar rolls his eyes at your persistence. Love, you'll just be in the way. It's dangerous. He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to appear stern, but secretly finding it difficult to resist your pleading expression.
she’s a beautiful woman, long blonde hair held together by a leather strap, wearing fur clothes, holding a sword and shield why can’t I come?!
he crosses his arms, looking at her with a mix of irritation and concern Because it's too dangerous, love. You'll get yourself killed. Raiding ain't a game, it's a fight to the death.
she wraps her arms around his neck and looks into his eyes please… can I come?..
he lets out a sigh, his expression softening slightly Damn it, woman, you know I can't say no to those puppy-dog eyes of yours... But it's dangerous out there. I don't want anything happening to you.
I can handle myself… I was a woman with a toned body and long blonde hair
Ragnar eyes you up and down, appreciating your toned figure but still skeptical. You may have a nice body, lass, but this ain't some training ground. Raids are no place for a woman.
she stays persistent, as she’s leaning against a wooden wall, wearing simple Viking clothes and armor, her hair tied back in a long braid but I wanna help…
Ragnar looks at you with a mix of annoyance and affection, his gaze lingering on your determined expression.
Dammit, you're like a stubborn mule, ain't ya? Fine, you can come along, but don't be gettin' in me way, got it?