The viking king... would not admit that he'd gotten his ass handed to him by the ram. He wouldn't admit it. No, but he also wouldn't blame the ram for acting as rams do. It would be the same thing to blame a wolf for biting. He'd simply... well, he perhaps had snuck up on the creature. Listen, Víðarr knew that there was a consequence for his actions, and he knew that he needed to find Tenshi to repair the damage. He wouldn't admit to being a bit light headed from the pain, especially as the adrenaline wore off. Oh yeah, a walk up the mountain would do that to him.

"Tenshi my love, can you meet me inside?" He called out blearily, loudly, as he moved toward their den. One of his dogs took the hint and took off to find the queen with a huff, the other doing his best to keep Víðarr on his feet. They made their way to a table beside their bed, one that would be easily lit. It was a clean wound, but he would need stitches. It would likely scar, though if he was lucky the fur may lay neatly around it. Only time would tell. For now, he grumbles and settles on the table, injured flank still bleeding.

"Víðarr"

italics denote swedish, wicked is lazy

Tenshi is in the middle of teaching some of the others how to brew tea correctly. Though the method is similar to mead, there was a difference and she promised them that it would make their concoctions taste leagues better. As she is describing the proper water temperature and what bundles of herbs pair best, her attention is drawn toward the dog. The look on Vidarr's companion's face as he barks at Tenshi has her concerned. "Jäklar," she rumbles under her breath before excusing herself from the group and taking off at a loping pace with the dog.

Minutes pass as she slides through the slick sleet that covers the pathways until she is bursting through the doorway of their den. Slightly out of breath, her gaze instantly finds Vidarr laid up beside their table with a candle already lit. Her eyes rove over his hulking frame until she sees the open wound on his leg. She turns narrowed eyes toward Vidarr's face as her lips purse and ears fall backward. "Vem tjatade du på nu?" It only takes another second for her serious expression to turn into a loving smile and a gentle shake of her head. Tsking softly under her breath, Tenshi retrieves the kit she has stashed in their belongings and brings it over to him.

"At least it is clean," Tenshi comments as she pulls out a small pouch. From the pouch, she pulls out a combination of witch hazel and yarrow that has been dried, mashed up, and bundled together. Popping the bundle into her mouth, she chews it quickly, ensuring all of it is fully wetted before nonchalantly spitting it out onto his bleeding flank. Pressing the chewed-up herbs into his wounds, she holds the pressure there until the bleeding stops. Looking at Vidarr, she smiles again, but with a bit more mischief this time. "You know I have to stitch this, right?" The twinkle in her eye gives away that she is looking forward to doling out a little pain herself.

"Speech"

It was a couple minutes before Tenshi joined him, coming through the doorway like a true force of nature. Always a smile on his lips when it came to her, and this was no different, though it's mixed with a pained sort of look. Was that-- anger? Her voice loud, her expression going stormy in a heartbeat, and the words catch his breath in his throat. The storm fades in an instant, and he's chuckling now too. Tenshi had gotten him, and Víðarr couldn't say that he didn't deserve it.

"Your Swedish is getting very good," he speaks with a grin, a glimmer in his own icy gaze. Sprawled out on the table as she works. allowing himself to take up space. The shadow is hulking, comfortable, though he flinches when his wife presses up against the wound. The poultice would do its job, but the contact burned. Víðarr knows it's supposed to... hell, isn't how they knew it was working? It made him feel alive, and to have Tenshi on the other end... well, there's a reason she's the only one the viking king has been a good patient for.

"I figured as much." He grumbled, preparing to grit his teeth. There was something in the eyes of the viking king. Something a little hungry. Tenshi was the only one allowed to hurt him like this, was the only one to have him vulnerable and in her care. Fierce and tender in equal measure, that's the web they weave. "More scars make me more handsome, no?" He winked, a little toss of his dark head. Though he hurt, there's still something sturdy about him. Rugged. Not wavering, not with a little (big) wound from a ram.

"Víðarr"

"I have a good teacher," Tenshi replies as she continues to work on Vidarr. Pressing a piece of hide over the poultice, she leans away to pull out the bone needle she carefully carved into a sharp point. She also pulls out a long strand of horse hair that she has gathered from a recent hunt. Unlike other materials, the hair from a horse's tail proved to be much more efficient for stitching. Plus it would eventually degrade over time if she forgot to remove it once the wound healed.

A laugh lingers in her throat as she nods her head in agreement. "I cannot disagree," her voice is smooth, and tender, a note of something that she saves only for Vidarr. Only for when they are alone together. There is something about the Viking King that brings out a different side of her. Something wild, something loving, a combination of both that leaves her chest warm and itchy. She had to focus though. Breaking yet another table could come later.

"Hold still," Tenshi commands as she places one paw on his thigh. With the hair thread laced expertly through the bone needle, she removed the poultice patch with the other and discarded it on the floor. Waiting no longer, Tenshi begins to weave the needle and thread from one side of his skin to the other, pulling it tight and closing the wound up. "Do you need pain relief?" She asks quietly as she allows her gaze to glance at his face for a moment after she has done a few stitches.

"Speech"

"Only the best for you, hjärtat mitt," he can't help himself. There's a gentleness, a shine to his eyes when he's with Tenshi. It's different than the side of the viking king that the rest get to see, but it's not a bad thing. Víðarr allows himself to be tender, to be gentle, with her. She deserves it. Tenshi is everything to him, and he couldn't help himself. He wouldn't deny himself, he couldn't deny her. Víðarr had fought hard, he'd worked his ass off, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

With a little wink and a nod from him, Tenshi starts on perhaps the most uncomfortable part of the procedure. Though he holds still, the viking king can feel the bite of the needle as it pokes through his flesh. He can feel the tug of stitching material through the wound as she closed it, and he couldn't hold all of a growl out of his throat while she did. Still, the shadow remained still. The twitch and flex of his toes, the scrunch of his face-- he had no doubt she could see it in him, she could feel it in him.

"You are relief enough," he murmured softly. Still, at the throb of the ragged wound, he may give just a bit of an indication that it hurts more than he planned. "But maybe drugs are good too." He relented, offering a gentle smile. Víðarr was a proud beast, but maybe not too proud.

"Víðarr"