ancient legacies & crime

His possessiveness over Valtiel comes from a different place than his possessiveness over Tenshi. His wife, his viking queen, the woman who was tangled to him within the red string of fate-- all that. That is Tenshi, and she is his. Though she goes stiff for a heartbeat, Víðarr is quick to press his muzzle behind her ear, knock his cheek against hers. Nothing would come between them, Víðarr wouldn't allow it. Val had been placed in their path by the gods, there was no other way for him to interpret the things he saw. She was their responsibility now, and no harm would come to her, even if he had no idea why she'd been put here in the first place.

As the moment seems to pass through her, Víðarr eats as well. Nodding softly as she speaks, considering the close-but-not-too-close nature of the den. It's a good thought, and the viking king gives a nod and a rumble from somewhere deep in his chest. "How did I end up with a wife as beautiful as she is intelligent?" Appreciative, possessively curling around the woman. Víðarr can't argue, appreciative as he places a playful bite, and then another, on his way up to kiss her. "I... will be glad that I don't have to be so civilized." Víðarr's chuckle is warm, all tenderness where he rests beside her.

"Víðarr"