Almost a Quiet Night

Ragnar x Latina!Reader

6th December - Cuddling by the fire 🔥

A/N: Another with Papi Ragnar.

Rain or snow, Ragnar would work on the farm. He had a lot to do on the farm with Athelstan and Floki and while they were constantly bickering, you could get a lot done inside. The sun was setting on the flat horizon over your snowslicked farm when the front door to the foyer cracked open.

Your ears perk with the sound of his boots-- messy, muddy and snowy-- on your mopped floor. You slip off the small white and red ruffled christmas apron before straightening out your lazy crimson silk slip to go meet him. He holds a metal bucket loaded to the top with wood from the pin where he kept all the firewood.

“You finally finished?” You ask. He tugs his hoodie off of the bunched braids on the top of his head, shrugging.

“Until tomorrow.” He says, alternating his bucket around so that you can help him take off his coat. He plips off his boots, leaving them where they were. Then standing on his tippy toes, you reach to kiss him softly on his lips. He tastes of the smoke of a fire.