Years as an orphan, years fighting the enemies, and this is what made him doubt himself? A simple Viking had him head over heels?

But you weren't simple, were you? No. You were training under Valka, running around to check on everyone in your free time, bringing herbs to those who needed it. Especially Hytham.

"Hytham!" The cheerful lilt of your voice made him look up from his scrolls, the multiple packs on your torso and legs bumping around as you jumped up the stairs to the bureau, "I brought the salve for your leg!"

He couldn't help but chuckle at you, glad that you not only were excited to see him, but were bringing something for his pain.

Hytham held no regrets about his occupation. Protecting people and stopping evil from spreading was his life. But something about you made him want a relationship, you made him crave having you beside him every night, waking up beside you every morning.