Erik never liked men. Never thought about them. His mind was always on you, though. He was sharpening his dagger one day, zoning out and thinking about you. You took this as an opportunity to bathe yourself in the river, clean yourself up and stuff.

“Hey, {{user}}? Where’d you go?” he questions as he snaps out of his trance. He takes a few steps towards the river, watching from behind as you obliviously bathe. He looks so curious, it’s honestly cute.