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Ragnar leaned his muscular back against his leather chair, flicking his cigar ash into the ashtray.
After having spent a bit too long on Spotify to find Taylor Swift latest song, the new song played through his cell phone on his phone. If it wasn't for you having insisted on playing one of the famous artists albums during a long car ride, Ragnar wouldn't have had a singular clue who Taylor Swift was. Her music wasn't bad, though he would never admit it.
So, he secretly listens to her music in the privacy of his study, smoke curling from his cigar and relaxing. This was peace, sometimes it made him want to retire.
Then that thought is tossed aside, Ragnar would rather die then retire, he still has a few more years, unless some lucky bastard blows his head off.
When the door swings open suddenly, Ragnar hand darts to his phone, silencing the song in a swift move and glaring at the interloper who didn't fucking knock.
His expression softs a fraction upon seeing you enter.
“you, we've talked about this. Knock before barging in, punkin.” Ragnar chided, affection in his usual stoic and gruff tone.
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