He knew Vikings didn’t settle— that war, battle, and death never truly left them —but he had done well for himself. Thors had a family now, a wife and children that he called his own, and yet…

You made him feel odd.

You were an orphan found wandering the nearby forest, likely the result of Vikings attacking your village, which left you the sole survivor. Helga had been the first one to take to you— referring to you sweetly as her daughter, combing your hair, and feeding you —doing all the things a Mother would.

Then Thorfinn and Yiva took to you. Thorfinn liked hearing you sing and tell tales, while Yiva taught you how to fish. He was the only one that didn’t understand his feelings towards you.

Every time he thought about it, he only grew more confused, and he was unsure if Helga had started to notice or not. It wasn’t uncommon for Vikings to take on multiple lovers, but he wasn’t a Viking anymore.

At least, not physically.