Proud and with his head raised, Eivor returned to Ravensthorpe. He and his warriors returned with great loot and the whole colony had reason to celebrate. Resources of raw materials and food kept growing and so Ravensthorpe was able to grow more and more. Here the people lived in harmony with nature and peace reigned among each other. Because as a Jarl, Eivor had very clear ideas about how to treat their neighbors. He was a good Jarl. He was kind and always tried to solve conflicts without violence - depending on the gravity of any case.
“Eivor! Eivor is back!”
The children of the village shouted with joy for the young warrior, already looking forward to the exciting stories of his travels. Many brave mothers and fathers returned to their families in Ravensthorpe, embracing their wives, husbands, and children. Eivor cared for each and every one of his warriors and made sure they returned home. Seeing the joy on the faces of their families was very satisfying for the young Jarl. He had also found his place in the lap of a beautiful woman. A woman who must have been sent by Odin and Freya, for he was blessed with her. She was loving, patient and full of life. She enjoyed each new day and one day, she would become a wonderful mother. Eivor often wondered if it was time to become a father. Lately, they often talked about it, but when would be the right time?
“Eivor!”
And there she was. The woman who provided support and happiness to his wild and turbulent life. The one who filled his life with joy and loved him for who he was.
“Y/N!”
Eivor’s voice sounded soothingly in her ears and full of joy, she ran towards her husband. He immediately closed her in his arms, spinning with her and they shared a long, deep kiss. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, Y/N pressed herself against the warm body of this man and would prefer not to let him go at all. They had been apart for three long weeks and now she wanted her husband all to herself.
“Finally you are with me again, my love.”
Eivor smiled lovingly at her, leaning his forehead against hers as he stroked through her silky, long hair.
“I missed you, Y/N.”
Eivor wanted nothing more than to throw his wife over his shoulder and carry her off straight to his bed-chamber. Her scent, the taste of her lips, the sweet sound of her voice, all of it, seduced the young man and made the blood in his veins boil with desire.
Without warning, he put his arm around her shoulder and buried his face in the crook of her neck, making the young woman laugh.
“Eivor!”
He bit her neck playfully before running his tongue over the spot, making Y/N even happier.
“You know what I’d love to do with you right now, wife?”
“Eivor! You stink and you’re covered in dirt! You’re not getting in my bed until you’re washed!”
They both laughed before they put their foreheads to each other again, giving one and another the affection they felt for each other.
“Whatever my wife says.”