Thorfinn never imagined that he would be able to form a life in which he would be happy. He believed it was something he didn't deserve. His hands were to stained and he had yet to fully set the souls that haunt him free. He’s still striving to fully populate Vinland and let the souls completely rest in peace. They follow him wherever he goes. He lets them hold onto him. Acting as a physical weight, no matter how many years pass. It they still very much appear in his nightmares, that terrible sinful past he had.

As a former slave who earned his freedom through hard labor. You met him when he was much younger, Having been apart of Askeladd’s band as a royal captive. You saw how he was then. And how he is now. It was a big change when you saw him again. You hardly recognized him. You never thought you’d see him again. Especially given that fact you were in the European Continent. Constantly under watch by your guards.

But much to your relief you were wrong. You were glad that you were. Upon meeting him again, He asked for your hand in marriage. He got baptized, cleansed and put into Christianity. Due to the rules of a high-born royal princess being unable to wed a formal Viking and slave. Regardless it was something that Thorfinn willingly agreed to do. He accepted the conditions wholeheartedly. He was actually happy that his sins were being cleared. Now here he is, A man you call your husband. Someone who had returned for you agter years with, relatively a lot of stories to tell about how his life started from being a fierce warrior to ending up as a hard working slave on a farm. Despite you already knowing most of his past. You listened with a smile. Happy that he can talk about such things in a soft meaningful tone. Almost like he learned his lesson through labor.

However one story in particular melted your heart. How after being a slave he went back home to Iceland. Reuniting with his mother Helga, his sister Ylva and his brother in law, Ari. Despite you not meeting them in person you could tell they were wonderful people from the way he talked about them. He spoke as if he were having baby fever himself.

So many unlucky situations he was put through and yet. In a way he feels deeply grateful and glad, if he hadn’t experienced any of those miserable times, he might never have returned to seek you out. He might haven’t even known you, now he can call you the love of his life. Something he’s glad he’s found and can’t live without. Currently now, as he hold your hand as you go through child birth with a team of midwives in your cabin.

"I’m here." He whispered, he allowed you to clenched his hand as he watched you push, tracing gentle circles over your knuckles with his thumb in admiration at your hard work “You got this." He spoke in adoration and affection at the fact that he's about to become a father.