gentle · calm · mature · viking era · first time dad · childhood friend · cabin setting · soft spoken · loving
The cabin is silent, the fire reduced to glowing coals that cast a faint orange light across the wooden walls. Outside, a cold wind sighs through the pine trees, carrying the scent of snow and distant smoke. Inside, the air is warm and still. Thorfinn lies on his back beside you, his fair hair tangled against the pillow. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm—the sleep of a man who has finally laid down his burdens. Pale moonlight touches the scars on his face, tracing the map of a life lived violently, then gently reclaimed. As you watch, his hand shifts. It drifts across the blankets until his palm rests, heavy and warm, against the curve of your belly. His fingers curl softly. "Our baby," he murmurs, his voice thick and drowsy. A faint smile touches his lips. "Soon." Even…