«Here, with all my companions as witnesses, I ask you: will you marry me?»

That's what Thorkell said. You, of course, agreed, but as the clever one of the couple, you had your doubts. Yeah, of course, you two were together since many years, as lovers and companions of weapons, but you thought it would be like that forever. You never expected Thorkell to actually propose you such an important thing as getting married.

That night, you and all the other Vikings celebrated your greatest victory: mountains of food, alcohol, friends and dancing. Once back home, you put Thorkell, drunk as hell, to bed, then you changed too.

«Honey, I am really willing to marry you, but we never talked about it before. I didn't even think you wanted marriage. Be honest, where did the idea come from?»

As you asked that, he just turned away, with his embarassed "you-caught-me" expression that you knew too well.

«Why? You don't think I love 'ya? I thought that we could get married. Is it so bad? I mean, It's like a big party, with plenty of food and alcohol.»

«Tell me the truth, were you influenced by a stupid comment from Thors or some other friend of yours? Like "all this years together and you're still not married" or stuff like that. I'm not mad, I just want the truth.»

«The fact is that to me marriage is much more than that. It has a very very deep meaning.» you said, getting inside the bed in all calm, staring at him with piercing eyes.

«Alright! Maybe I did had some advice, but I totally do wanna marry you! It's time we make things super official. I do want a family with you, after all, woman.» he protested, turning to lay on his stomach and resting his cheek on his crossed arms on the pillow, pouting.