There are days for him to be the viking king.  Days where he rises high on the mountain and watches, days he schemes and plots and plans.  Days when he trains those who needs it, days when he tends the flock.  Days when he does all of the work that needs doing, no matter how small or trivial.  There are days for that.  Then, there are days like today.  Days during which the shadow sets aside what he can for the day, days he hands the reins to those ready and willing to prove themselves competent in the face of challenges.  

Those were the best days.  Those were the days Víðarr could spend with his wife.  

Maybe it wasn't the whole day, but at least it's the rest of it.  Daylight hours were getting longer, and the plans they'd made for spring lay heavy on his mind.  He was going to do this right, but he would see it done... often and well.  After airing out their den properly and setting out a nice lunch, the viking king sought Tenshi.  Upon finding her, he'd stand quietly and watch her work for just a bit before stealing her attention for himself.  
"Víðarr"

The thing that Tenshi admired most about Vidarr is how diligent and determined he is. No matter what, he made time for everyone. Not just her, but the entire pack, the mountain, everyone. It showed just how capable he was as both a leader and hopefully a soon-to-be father. That thought lay heavily on her own mind as she worked diligently to sort out the stores while teaching the youngsters.

On that day, she had gathered the yearlings for a quick lesson in combat medicine. While they could depend on her for any suturing and bandaging after raids, there might come a time when they would need to aid themselves or others in the middle of battle. Standing before the group, Tenshi details the different herbs they could use out in the wild for pain, antiseptic, antibiotic, and even to ward off enemies by shoving it in their mouths. They had to be prepared for anything and everything that came their way.

When Vidarr filled the doorway, she glanced momentarily in his direction but paid him no mind for now. Instead, she focuses on finishing the lesson. Detailing to them how they can strip bark from trees to use as temporary bandages and sticks as splints. As the afternoon fades, she finally releases the wolves and turns to her husband. Smiling at him, she approaches with slow steps. Something in the way he watches her tells her that something is on his mind and she hopes it is a good something.

"You need me?" She asks, the smile growing as she rubs her face against his and presses her chest to his.

"Speech"

Above all, Víðarr will make time for her. His wife, his everything. His heart of hearts. Tenshi is everything, and she always will be. Víðarr knows it. Fuck, he knows she knows it. He depends on her for more than just her skills, more than just her comfort. She is everything, and he needs her to know just how special she is. Just how appreciated, how loved. By the gods. This is his wife. This is his wife, and a love like any other. Maybe that's why he's so intoxicated by her as he loomed in the doorway, watching her work.

Tenshi's embrace was warm, and he allowed a chuckle to begin in his chest. It rumbled, consumed him. Warmth. By the gods, the warmth would hold both of them tightly, wrap both of them as he held her near. It's a warmth that reaches his eyes. For Tenshi, the viking king is soft. "I always need you, käraste." The words are gentle, spoken softly between them. A kiss to her temple, a nip to her cheek... the promise of spring did hang in the space between them.

"I cleared my schedule for this afternoon. I made food. I figured we could talk... about the future." Implication coloring his words, Víðarr grinned. They were still in public after all, and he wasn't that feral. He was doing his best while they could still be viewed by any member of the pack.

"Víðarr"

His teeth graze her cheek and her ear as she passes by. Once she’s out of the room and listening to his words, Tenshi knows exactly what he means. “I could go for lunch,” she calls back to him, a flirtatious smirk on her lips as she looks at him over her shoulder. The promise he had made her hung obviously between them and they both knew there wouldn’t be much eating until later.

Making her way back toward their den, Tenshi made sure to send her tail flicking his direction. She wanted him to know exactly how much she was looking forward to this afternoon alone with him. With so much that was going on with the pack recently, spending any amount of time that wasn’t sleeping was difficult.

Once she sees the den door, Tenshi wastes no time to hurry inside and make herself comfortable across the bed. “You never fail to amaze me,” she murmurs, her voice almost a husky tone as she watches Vidarr come near her. Spreading herself out across their bed, she invites him closer with her body language. “How about we taste dessert first?” The mountain woman raises a brow and…

-fade-

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"

Leaning away from Vidarr, Tenshi rests her cheek against his neck. A content sigh leaves her as she lets her eyes flutter close. Content, happy, pleased, every feeling that one could imagine. Now all they had to do was wait. Wait for the gods to bless them. To see their hopes and dreams come to fruition. If all things went to plan, they would have their own brood running around the mountain. As much as she loved Kuroki's pups, they were a year old now and she missed the patter of small paws on snow and stone. "Have you thought of any names yet?" She whispers into his fur as she looks up at him with a smile. Might as well start the brainstorming now, right?

"Speech"