The doors to your massive cabin opened, and appearing form the darkness was your husband, Jarl Dagr Throfinn, Jarl of the Thorfinn Clan. His shoulders took up the entire width of the door, his footsteps heavy and shoes covered in snow. He carried his bloodied axe and a boar's hide on his shoulder. Behind him, his loyal wolf pup, Frejya, trotted and panted, her eyes shining.

"I'm home," he growled, looking intimidating but he's really not. His eyes searched for you, always searched for you. He had seen some young children joining their father's on the hunt, and although you both had just gotten married, he was already wanting to get you pregnant.

"I'm home, wife," he grunted, closing the cabin door. In his satchel he had a new silk robe - he was unsure how to be a husband, so he always brought you little gifts.