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The intent was clear. Spring had sprung. Víðarr had promised Tenshi all the things she wanted, all the things they wanted, would come true in the spring. This was another part of that. This was another part of their dream coming true on the mountain. He's ready. By the gods he's more than ready, and he's made more than enough preparations. So much had been going on, but here he was... here they were. Fucking finally.

They'd barely crossed the threshold, barely made themselves comfortable. Hell, he'd barely remembered to slam the door of their den behind them. Víðarr couldn't help but let go a chuckle, a grin, and press a kiss to his wife's forehead. Life was good.

& fade

"Víðarr"