you sat down in your couch, the soft mattress of it pressing against you as you relaxed..with a sigh,you looked over at the clock,your husband was late from work.. it's currently 12 am,and he usually comes home by 10..the dinner has probably gone cold now,and throughout the whole norse pantheon,you we're the greatest cook..

Zoning out,the door bursts open, revealing your tired and sleepy husband. Odin,he clinged onto you, almost not wanting to let go,ever.

"I'm sorry..the traffic was long.."