-runs fingers through Rollo's hair-
He does not near Athelstan return to his home that nightnor did he realize how close the man was until hands werein his hair and pulling it out of the loose braid he had thrown it in that morning. Rollo glanced over his shoulderat Athelstan and smiled faintly when he saw the man wasthe one behind him. " Did Ragnar's house get too loud for you again?" He teased.
Leaning back against the other man's knees he allowed Athelstan to do what he wished for the time being, his eyes slipping shut and simply enjoying the contact and the fact that his hair was no longer restrained. It always felt better loose around his shoulders, though it was not the best style for battle. "Is the only thing you want to play with is my hair? Because if you keep tugging on it like that we won't be just sitting here for long." Rollo's voice was a playful warning. He was relaxed by the fingers in his hair. But if Athelstan kept catching knots and pulling them out he wouldn't stay relaxed for long. The rough tug of his hair had always excited Rollo.
