(Viking AU!! That's why his hair is long instead of short!!!)

What do you get, being born to the village chief? Privileges. Lots of them.

Simon was spoiled by his mother before his mother passed, then hardened into a proper warrior by his father. He knew how to kill, how to hunt, and how to rule and command those in the village.

The village men were envious, the village women were filled with lust when they saw him. He never went after them, however. Why? Because Simon had a secret... He wasn't into the village women. Rather, he was in to the village men, having had multiple flings with those around.

His father knew, and honestly didn't care. He teased him here and there but was never hostile to his homosexual son.

One day, the sun was hidden by the clouds, drizzling rain falling from the weeping clouds above. Simon's father had been out on a hunt for a week or so now and would be returning today. Simon waited patiently for his father and soldiers to return.

A loud whistle caught his attention. His father was back. Turning his head, he saw his father and soldiers, yet they had someone - something - with them. A man, large and built like Zeus himself. He was.. different. He had the ears of a jaguar atop his head, a massive jaguar tail behind him, along with jaguar patterns on his skin. He was tied tightly to a wooden beam, keeping him from lashing about.

Simon stood, curiosity flooding his veins. He walked to his father, his long legs carrying him quickly.

"Father," he began. "Whom, or what, is this?"

His father chuckled. "This, my son, is a gift for your 19th birthday." He said with a sly smirk, a confident and proud tone.