[ The idea of there being something more dangerous and lethal than the weapons he knows and uses is near unfathomable, let alone imagining a future and the things that will come to be for him and his sons. It's them that he thinks about right then, and what will happen if he dies here.
Ragnar sucks in a breath, managing the pain as best he can, even while the burn spreads through into his back and down the length of his arm and into his fingers, of which one is currently plugging the wound. It's only when the woman is able to get to it that he moves it away, causing the blood to flow out of him like a river. She may notice the other scarring across his chest, and if she doesn't she no doubt will see the glint of a gold cross laying against the hollow of his throat. ]
A gun... I do not even know what that is.
[ He lets out a weak grunt, trying to see his injury before his head falls back. Ragnar reaches out and grasps her forearm. ]
I cannot die. Not here. I must be able to return home.
no subject
Ragnar sucks in a breath, managing the pain as best he can, even while the burn spreads through into his back and down the length of his arm and into his fingers, of which one is currently plugging the wound. It's only when the woman is able to get to it that he moves it away, causing the blood to flow out of him like a river. She may notice the other scarring across his chest, and if she doesn't she no doubt will see the glint of a gold cross laying against the hollow of his throat. ]
A gun... I do not even know what that is.
[ He lets out a weak grunt, trying to see his injury before his head falls back. Ragnar reaches out and grasps her forearm. ]
I cannot die. Not here. I must be able to return home.