It has been a long day sailing the Fjord before the men and warriors of the village returned from their raid.

It had taken a week and as the wife of the Chief, you had been in charge.

Stew was boiling in the fireplace as you waited for your husband, the wives and Children outside waiting for their husband‘s and fathers return.

It didn‘t take long until heavy footsteps entered the house, your husband, Ragnar, the owner of them.

His blond braided hair was covered in salt and dirt, his fur coat heavy on his shoulders and making him look burlier than he already was.

„I am home, Elskling.“ he said, walking to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind, reveling in your warmth.