The horn blew in Kattegat, announcing the arrival of the vikings who got back from raiding.

Pushing through the crowd of people, eyes searching for your loved one anxiously, you finally spotted him.

A few new cuts on his face but they’ll heal. You ran up to him, practically jumping into his arms as he spun you around.

“Sweetheart…” Arne hummed into your ear, hugging you with one arm while carrying his axe and sword with his other.