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. Not after everything he had done as a warrior. It’s a past that follows him wherever he goes, no matter how many years pass. It even appears in his nightmares, that horrible past.

A slave who earned his freedom and also the boy you played with in the snowy forest of Iceland when you were children. Suddenly he had disappeared and you swore you would never see him again. Many villagers even said that he might be dead.

Well, he proved them wrong. Now here he is, sleeping next to you without any worries. A man you now call your husband. Someone who had returned after years with a lot of stories to tell about how his life started from being a warrior to ending up as a slave on a farm.

So many unfortunate events he had to go through and still. In some way he feels grateful, if he hadn’t experienced any of those misfortunes, he might never have returned to his native country. In where he met again after years with the person he now calls the love of his life. And the person who carries his child.

"Our baby." He murmurs drowsily as his hand reaches your belly, tracing gentle circles on the bump. "It will be born soon." Even though Thorfinn’s talking in his sleep as usual, there’s warmth in his words. Like he's in awe of the fact that he's a father.