[Technology was something he could accept, but the change in humanity was the thing that turned his mind around. Nations and lands would always be in conflict, would always be in world but there seemed to be a lack of unification on the front of each side. It was not a true fight without your companions to depend upon, to fight fearlessly alongside of and to die with when fate would have it. This land was strange, it was different and to reconnect with nature as he had been doing that day had not only lead him to a small moment of peace and preparedness but also brought him back into the company of the one individual that he knew he could depended upon no matter what came to pass. They held each other up, defended one another and above all else based a relationship off trust. His contemplation had been the best decision he made as now she was here and so real, not like a dream despite how the light striking down from the tree tops illuminated her golden hair, how the leaf's stuck to her like a nymph in the woodland realms.
In all honesty, the Northman knows very well what is doing, how he is tempting her and can feel the bend of her will but no, his wife is far more stubborn than that and knows how to get to him as much as he knows how to get to her, under each others skin but only in the best way possible. Her nails upon his wrists bite into his flesh and his grin broadens, flexing his fingers tighter before letting go with a laugh that catches his breath as he drops his head back onto the forest floor in a consent of defeat, his palms up, fingers spread, turning to wrap his fingers around where he could grab hold of her forearms.]
Very well. [Amusement laced his tone as he listened and then allowed another sound of laughter to catch his tone, hearing the groans of her stomach and making a move to slowly pull himself up off the ground he laid upon.] We can't have your gut singing and chasing the hunt away, after all.
[The suggestion is picked up on and he smirks, eyes lidding in a playful expression before he leans upwards to claim a small kiss of her lips.]
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In all honesty, the Northman knows very well what is doing, how he is tempting her and can feel the bend of her will but no, his wife is far more stubborn than that and knows how to get to him as much as he knows how to get to her, under each others skin but only in the best way possible. Her nails upon his wrists bite into his flesh and his grin broadens, flexing his fingers tighter before letting go with a laugh that catches his breath as he drops his head back onto the forest floor in a consent of defeat, his palms up, fingers spread, turning to wrap his fingers around where he could grab hold of her forearms.]
Very well. [Amusement laced his tone as he listened and then allowed another sound of laughter to catch his tone, hearing the groans of her stomach and making a move to slowly pull himself up off the ground he laid upon.] We can't have your gut singing and chasing the hunt away, after all.
[The suggestion is picked up on and he smirks, eyes lidding in a playful expression before he leans upwards to claim a small kiss of her lips.]
Let's track a boar.