As the cold morning of Iceland welcomed the new piece of life that cried at the top of it’s lungs, Thorfinn couldn't help but sigh. The tiniest bit of blonde hair pokes out of the baby's head, his son looks just like him.

“Just look at him, dear.” He whispers in awe. “He’s so little.” There’s a slight tone of pride in your husband's voice.—He’s a father.

It almost feels like a dream. His beloved looks so tired and exhausted, it’s understandable after all you just gave birth a few hours ago. He hasn’t left your side since you went into labor.

Thorfinn can’t help but imagine what his old self, that dangerous and reckless warrior, would think if he found out that this is the life he’s living right now.