ancient legacies & crime

A surprise-- it's true! All Víðarr knows for certain is bite things and love his wife after all. And it's true, he loves his wife very much. The viking king takes care to make sure everything is perfect, setting the comfortable pelt over a nice mossy spot. Nice and comfy cozy, and then there was the food. Smoked meats, cheese, things that are hearty and will stick to their ribs. She's eating for... several at this point, Víðarr knows that much.

Tenshi arrives right on schedule, and the shadowed creature turns with a little glimmer in his eye. Dipping his head, offering a brilliant smile. His broad head gently pushing against his wife's, holding gently to her. An embrace, a warmth. A rumble somewhere deep in his chest-- there were emotions in him. No emotion Víðarr feels is for the faint of heart. This is more intense than any he's ever experienced, though. By the gods, he loves his wife in ways he never knew possible. "What kind of husband would I be if I could not tell?" Okay, it was an educated guess, but Víðarr tries really hard.

Gesturing broadly to the smoked meats, the smoked cheeses, the tea laid before them, the viking king smiles. "Please, eat." Maybe his tone is hushed, just a little. Reverence for the woman beside him. A simp for his wife, but who wouldn't be? Víðarr himself takes a bite of smoked cheese, a happy little twitch to his tail. That was lovely, really. "How are you doing?" It's an earnest question. They had time and space to themselves, and he cared about her. Perhaps there was an answer he was hoping for, but regardless of what happened, Víðarr loved her. Loved her more than anything. She's what matters most.

"Víðarr"