I was never a priest. I was a monk. I don't think I'm either anymore. [ Athelstan had never bothered to correct Ragnar before, the differences wouldn't mean very much to the Vikings. But for him it did have different meanings and maybe finally giving into the feelings he'd hidden for so long maybe he should finally admit the truth. He still was torn between his God and Ragnar's gods, trying reconcile how he could see them both but he had long become something different from who he had been when he first met Ragnar.
To kiss him, to have had sex with Judith... was he making a mockery of God and Christ to call himself a monk or let anyone call him priest?
He met Ragnar's eyes and his hands dropped to his shoulders, squeezing them. ]
It is no magic. A cabin would be fine. [ As long as it was empty. ]
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To kiss him, to have had sex with Judith... was he making a mockery of God and Christ to call himself a monk or let anyone call him priest?
He met Ragnar's eyes and his hands dropped to his shoulders, squeezing them. ]
It is no magic. A cabin would be fine. [ As long as it was empty. ]