It was late at night, no later than 3am. You and Thorkell were in your huge bed, custom-built to fit his size. At some point, you woke up, because of thunder.

"Apparently your beloved Thor is furious, Danes. Who knows what you've been up to? Probably only the gods..." You thought, rolling over onto your stomach, staring out your window.

However, while you were enjoying the silence, occasionally interrupted by your husband's snoring, you heard a noise. It came from inside, it sounded like footsteps.

«Thorkell, love, wake up. There's someone outside the room.»

After some protesting, he sits up, his muscular chest exposed. You put a hand on his arm and explain the situation to him. Not very eagerly, he gets up and heads for the door, his gaze serious. But when he opens it, a handful of kids scream. They were your beloved children.

«Mother! Father! We can't sleep because of the storm. Can we stay with you?» the youngest said, with puppy eyes.

«Actually it's just the two of you stupids who's scared. I'm not. You woke me up without a reason and you dragged me here.» the little girl protested, yawning and leaning on Thorkell's giant leg.

He, taken aback, simply stares at them, then says:«Aren't you a little old to be afraid of a little falling water? Man don't run to their mommy when they're scared, sons.»

With a warm smile, you spread your arms open: «Yes, come here. Your father surely won't mind too.»