what's tomorrow without you?

The viking king gives a warm, brassy chuckle. It's true, he can only hope there were no more jaguars out there. The predators had grown nastier lately, something that... worried him. Worried him more than he cared to admit. He'd been doing his best to keep those thoughts in the back of his mind. They'd been more aggressive, more concerning. Even more now, with a family to protect and provide for. That, and he had his grandchildren to worry about. And with the idea that they hopefully wouldn't be the only pups around for much longer-- it's his job to worry about them.

Víðarr doesn't have the space for worry in this specific moment, though. Carefully, he watches Tenshi as she nears, watches her eyes go wide. He cannot conceal his smile, can't conceal his excitement. His heart pounded in his chest, nearly dizzy with it. Love pure in his shining, icy eyes, he studies the mountain woman as she comes to stand by his side. The embrace is warm, tender. The kiss? Perhaps more than that. Víðarr's warmth was far more than physical in these moments, and he holds to the woman like he'll never let go.

Hopefully, he never has to. "Mitt allt, I cannot and do not want to imagine life without you," he begins, the words carrying weight as they fall from his tongue. One more deep breath, and he pops the question. "Will you marry me?" Víðarr is typically a man of few words, and the succinct request seemed to suit him. His gaze is careful, steady on Tenshi. The viking king has laid his heart at her feet, if Tenshi is willing to take it. By the gods, he can only hope. Unusually earnest, excited, nervous-- all of the things in his chest, between his ribs. Tender and excited, all he can do is pray.

"Víðarr"