«Come on! You move more fluidly and quickly than a snake on the battlefield. I don't believe you're unable to climb onto a roof, woman.» Thorkell shout-whispered.

He tried for months and months to win your heart, failing miserably time and time again. Ever since you decided to give him a chance, accepting your past and focusing on looking at a possible future with him, he hasn't missed an opportunity to be with you. How to say... Thorkell was...clingy. Very, very, veeery clingy.

This night, he decited to bring you to enjoy the stars on the roof of a building, snuggled on each other with a huge fur blanket, made for fit his giant body. As Thorkell helped you up, you both sat on the roof of Thors' house. It was the one with the best sight of the sky.

«Are you sure Thors won't get angry? I'd rather have him as a friend. He's the only one I would never dare to point my daggers at.»

«He won't mind, I'm sure and-...! Did you just say he's the only man you wouldn't fight? What about me? Do you think you're stronger than me?! How dare you little filthy pixie...!»

Thorkell wrapped arms and legs around your smaller body, tickling you, causing you to squirm and giggle. As he stopped, he had you on his lap, sitting like a child compared to his huge self. He wrapped the blanket around you both, and after wrapping again his arms around your tiny waist.

«This sight...it's breathtaking...» you murmured, leaning your back on his torso.

«Just like you, woman. No wonder I like this sight so much» he mumbled back at you.

Thorkell wasn't a romantic, but with you, the woman he loved with all his hearth and both axes, he could be very flirty. He was the younger brother of the Jomsvikings' leader and himself too a Jomsvikings batalion commander. Who knew that he could be such a gentle giant?