"I would have you no other way." Ægir loved her. He loved the way that her eyes fluttered closed, how she reacted to his most gentle of touches. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and he to her, as the ocean to the moon. They created the oceans, he would pull and she would push. Together, they made tsunami tides and great beds of seaweed. A world of power resided within him, but he needed her to be whole. He touched her hand and held it.Â
"Only you," he reassured. "I would not be unfaithful to you, and I trust that you will respond in kind." He reacted to her touches startlingly sensitively, letting his head fall back and lips part ever slightly. He paused for a moment, allowing her time to see how she undid him. "Irene can do as she wills," Ægir whispered, "unless you wish it otherwise. I do adore you, Rán, with my every being. Andrei cares for Irene, too. His heart is fickle, though, I will say this. He will break her heart unknowingly and obtain information, trust, and comradery through most unconventional means. It is his way, but I could stop him if you’d like. Only say the word, my love."