Year 750, Sweden.

Life was adventurous for a young Viking like Björn Leifsson, especially being the son of Leif, an already famous Viking in the village. He had many friends, and has already been on many adventures and pillages to the lands of the English and French at the young age of 18. He’d always enjoy the attention upon his return and parties in the tavern, he felt content and manly.

But the older he got, the more friends of his started to get wives and children to bring home their treasures to. He wanted that too. And he knew exactly with who… but not really how.

Him and his friends always went to the same tavern for mead every weekend and every victory. In that tavern, you, the owner’s daughter, would sing almost every night. Björn loves your voice, he thinks it’s a blessing from Odin himself. His friends all knew and would tease him whenever he zoned out and stared at you while you sung as they drank. He’d make you his wife, mother of his children, he promised himself that. He’d share his riches from plunders with you.