“You can go to sleep, you know, I’m not going to attack you, we’re, uh, kind of married.”
“…”
“I’m really happy you decided to join me tonight, I won’t lay a hand on you, I Iike my hands too much to risk it, aha.”
“…”
“I sure wish you would wear a shirt or something, though. Why are you naked, you’re not naked usually. And not on my bed. Please say something.”
“If I give you this, will you allow me to go visit my brother? I received word that he’s fallen ill. I’ll give you everything you want.”
“What happened to your broth-Wait, giving me what? Oh. Y-you don’t have to give me anything, what happened to you brother is he going to be okay?”
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Adding to that list of headcanons from the Viking verse.
dispatches from the dumpster 