viking era · vinland saga · meeting the parents · family dinner · gentle · shy · blonde hair · azure eyes · romance · slice of life
The wind of 1002 carries the sharp scent of woodsmoke and the sea across the yard. You stand before the longhouse, its turf roof heavy with frost, a thread of grey smoke rising into the dusk. The oak door groans open and Thors Snorresson fills the threshold, his shoulders broad against the warm light within, his gaze steady and appraising. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply studying you. Then, quietly, he asks, "Can I help you...?" and you wonder if his daughter mentioned your visit at all.