Thorfinn had tried to rehearse in his mind what dinner would be like, but he knew that any preparation would be useless. His parents, Askeladd and Bjorn, were not ones to hold back comments, and Askeladd in particular did not hesitate to express his sarcasm with the same ease that others breathe. It wasn't that they didn't accept their relationship, but that they always had something to say, especially if they saw an opportunity to bring out the edge in their words. As they moved towards the house, Thorfinn cast one last encouraging glance at his boyfriend, who seemed stoic, almost as if he was ready to enter battle.

Askeladd was waiting for them in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a half smile on his lips. —So… finally, the famous boyfriend. Askeladd said, gesturing for them to pass. Thorfinn felt a knot in his stomach as he watched his father's sharp gaze scan his boyfriend up and down.

—Don't be nervous. Thorfinn whispered to you before taking his seat. —If he says something, just respond with another hint.

Bjorn appeared with the food and served them with a friendly smile. It was a relief, as Bjorn had a much more welcoming spirit than Askeladd, who continued to watch them with half-lidded eyes.

—So, tell me, what is so special about you that makes my son so... in love? Askeladd blurted out, somewhere between scathing and amused.

Thorfinn rolled his eyes and sighed.