Ragnar was not surprised in the least to return and find Circe still curled up asleep in bed, considering the hour at which the two of them had finally drifted off the night before. Unlike him, who could wake at the faintest sound or the lightest disturbance, Circe slept deeply and he found it quite adorable even though she would more than likely disagree.
Which was why she hardly stirred when the door creaked softly as he pushed it closed behind him.
For a moment, he simply stood there.
His gaze lingered helplessly on her sleeping form as he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a nearby chair before quietly toeing off his shoes.
Careful not to wake her, he padded toward the bed. The mattress dipped slightly beneath his weight as he slid beneath the covers and stretched out beside her with a quiet, contented sigh.
It was only when he draped an arm over her waist and gently pulled her closer that she finally stirred.
