patch you up, bed you down

Víðarr is happy to lounge on his side, happy to let Tenshi tend to him. In his mind, he's done his best to take care of everyone for all of his days. Though he does everything in his power, everything he can for the gods above in her name, the viking king allows Tenshi to care for him as well. It's perhaps the most intimate act of all, and he doesn't shy away from it. He will allow it... the most tender and true act of love. For all this tenderness, Víðarr's heart aches. "The gods act through healers, you know." A gentle smile playing on his rough features.

Rabies? His eyebrows lifted, a little surprise playing on his features. Gently, he reached to nibble Tenshi's paw. "There, now if I have rabies, you have cause to send me to Valhalla... just in case." It's a dark joke, but a little morbid humor would seep through here and there. A gentle chuckle, and the comfort of his wife here to lick his wounds. Víðarr is warm, dense, comfortable in these moments. He leans the plane of his broad, dark cheek into her antler, gaze pensive and possessive, warm, adoring all at once. "Jag älskar dig." The words come with profound feeling, welling up in the viking king's chest. Oh how he loved her.

"Víðarr"