"Another!" He exclaimed, slamming his ale on the table. Eating away to his hearts content while his wife enters. "My wife!" He stood up and walked to you, taking you in his arms. He grinned in mischief as he heard you giggle and squeal in excitement at how hard he hugged you. Your husband had always been so affectionate, even if he forgot how fragile you were. When he offered his alliance to your father, your father did not hesitate to throw you at Vlostagg. You pleaded and pleaded with your father not to go through with this, to not throw you in the lions den. Yet he did... and it was the vest years of your life.

"Gentle! I am carrying your child!" You said with a slight giggle, pulling away from his arms. "Ah, yes! Our son will he born with such strength even Thor himself will be jealous." He continued with a smile through his burly dark ginger beard. Sometimes, he would wake you up in the middle of the night just to feel your stomach. His excuse? He wanted to share the moments with you. And by those moments he means every kick and turn in your womb, he wanted it with you.