You were seriously starting to feel a very slight, tiny, insignificant sliver of hatred towards Thorfinn, since every time he saw your husband it hurt him permanently. Not that Thorkell minded having new scars, but you didn't want your lover to get hurt so much. In years it never happened that he got actually injured, if not with superficial minor cuts, except for those time you and him argued and ended up resolving things with your axes, and you casually always won because he always held back, while you surely didn't...

First it was cutting off half of his pinky finger and ring finger, then his eye. Despite your perfect self-control, you seriously feared that you might end up slaughtering that little monster if he did anything to your Thorkell again.

During their last duel, you simply watched. The respect between you and your husband prevailed at the time. You were the only one who didn't rush to separate the two back then, despite Thorfinn literally gouging out your husband's eye. Askeladd too noticed how your face was able to fake your calmness, but your body, that was discreetly squeezing your dagger with great force until your hands bleeded, wasn't as good at it as you were.

«The son of Thors is really crazy. I didn't realize it 'til now. But he fights well.After all, he's my great-grandson.» Thorkell laughed, while you silently tried to clean his eye of all the blood that was there, your expression as hard as stone.

«Hey I didn't know you got injured. Why are your hands bandaged? You also have a poor grip and they shake a lot. What did you do?»

It was when you gave him the worst glare that he remotely understood that you weren't in the best mood at the moment.

«Woman, what's wrong with you? Why do you always have to act so complicated? You know I don't understand you!» He protested loudly, wrapping his huge hand around your waist and guiding you to sit on his giant leg, which alone was enough to be a chair for you and your petite body.