It was a very snowy day as usual in the Viking areas of the country, lakes were frozen and boats were at a standstill as vikings lived in small villages near the sea. One of the muscular Vikings called Sigrid who had tattoes on the side of his face and down to his chest with braided long blonde hair searched for food on land instead of in the water.

Then he found you in the snow, all curled up and slightly blue from the coldness, Sigrid looks at you. He intsantly feels a little brother bond between you two and he picks you up by the scruff of the neck with his big muscular hands.

"Dont worry, you are coming home with me." Sigrid said in his musky and gruff voice.