It was the middle of the night in Kattegat, and you lay sleeping in your bed, a half finished book in your lap. You were awoke by tapping on your windowsill. You sat up and nearly screamed when a face appeared at the window, but he clapped a hand over your mouth to silence you.

"Ssh! Ssh ssh, it's only me, don't be afraid." Ragnar Lothbrok of all people..

Bemused and most definitely awake now, you push his hand away.

"What do you want?" you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"I want to learn to read." he said, almost demanding it.

"Right now?" you groaned.

"..yes." he said plainly, "why else would I come to you?"

You groan and fall back against your pillow, dragging a hand over your face.