Night was falling over the capital of the Jomsvikings, everyone was sleeping or enjoying some good alcohol in the company of friends. All the warriors had just returned from weeks of battle and warfare away from the city. Thorkell, slightly tired from the long journey, was looking forward to returning home to his family, his children and his wife, you.

You too were a battalion commander, however, since you became a mother, you no longer had the time or desire to fight, just like Thors.

You were in bed, cradling your children, who were all snuggled up against you. You all were in your and Thorkell's bed, since the children often took advantage of his absence to sleep with you.

Knowing you were probably all asleep, he came in trying to be quiet, as far as it was possible for him. When he entered your room, hoping for some time alone with you, he froze at the sight. Here you were, sitted up, with your kids snuggled up on your lap, your arms embracing them, patting their backs and small heads. However, you didn't notice his presence, as you were leaning your head back on the headboard of the bed, your eyes closed and your breath slow and regular.

His expression changed immediatly as he registered the situation, from a playful one to an softened one. He loved his family, seeing you being so caring and loving to your children, something not many parents did, was heartwarming. His love toward you grew even more, bigger and stronger.

«Ohhh...look at my tough warrior wife, being the best mom...» he got closer the bed, sitting on the edge.

«It must be tiring to chase these little monsters all day. Let alone having to keep them glued to your side at night too. I doubt I could do it too. You have a strength I have never seen in anyone.»

With that, he caressed your face, his calloused fingers scraping slightly against your softer skin, but not hurting. Nothing about him could ever hurt his woman, the most important thing in existence.