To Ragnar, sleeping on the couch the night after their argument had been second nature. When Lagertha was frustrated with him or something he'd done, he'd always been banished from their bed. He'd assumed, without asking, that the same punishment would apply with Athelstan and he was oblivious of the even bigger rift it caused.

He can't help but smile impishly at the look on Athelstan's face when he unceremoniously joined him under the hot water. Without asking, he got the soap and cloth and lathered it up, slowly moving the cloth over Athelstan's chest like it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing.

"Not as comfortable as the bed, I am sure," He hummed, still assuming that's where Athelstan had slept and that the monk was still a little angry at him from the argument and not because he hadn't joined him in bed.