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“This is why you didn’t want me to come into the woods,” said Ragnar. “You never touched my kegs.” “Yeah. Does that disappoint you?” He gazed up at my dragon’s powerful form. When he spoke, his voice was full of awe. “I’ve never been happier to be so incredibly wrong.” And finally, I smiled.
‘Nilsa, I’d like Lilia to have my room. I run hot, like my ancestors, and so I’m just fine sleeping out in the cold.’ Bet you didn’t know he gave up his room for you, now did ya?”
“Those aren’t the barrels, Lil,” he said. My heart pulsed. Lil. Not Lilia, or darling. Lil. Something about that nickname felt intimate coming from him. Which was ridiculous. I was being ridiculous.
“Lilia.” I reached out and tucked a wayward strand of silver hair behind her ear, my fingers gently brushing her skin. She shivered and looked back at me. The flush had crept down her neck. “Come here.” Her eyes darted back and forth between mine. “I am here.” “Come closer, so I can kiss you.”
But he should know that. He was partially elven himself, wasn’t he?
“Allt er gott, Reykur. Vertu aftur!” shouted Ragnar. My lips parted. Ragnar was speaking in the ancient orcish tongue. I’d never met an elf who could understand it, much less speak it himself. And while I recognized its cadence, I couldn’t understand it.
I looked at him, and he looked at me, and suddenly, the world seemed to make sense for once. This man. I felt like I’d been looking for him my whole life, and I’d never realized it until now.
“Most people would think I’m a monster.” “You are Ragnar,” I breathed. “And that is all that matters to me.”
“Say what you want about me, but keep Lilia’s name out of your mouth.”
It’s giving will smith at the oscars lol
“Then we’ll wander as long as you want.” He brushed his lips against mine. “The only home I’ll ever need is you.”
