The giggling woke you up out of your daydreaming, turning your head away from your work to look to the two boys standing before each other. One was about six, the other hardly three years old. The eldest held a wooden sword up, challenging his younger brother to pix up the wooden axe. You smiled on the sight of them playing together before a great hall. You shifted your eyes away from there playful banter towards Halfdan who sat on the stairs of the great hall, legs parted, arms resting on his knees while he scratched his knife over some wood, making something new. Sometimes he looked up from his work to watch the boys, smile when he saw how the eldest instructed his younger brother to do better. You loved that smile, a proud smile, hidden behind the stains of his blonde hair. He shifted his look and looked to you and in an instant his smile changed, got something intense and you couldn't resist on slowly smiling back.

That dream left you as soon as he woke you up, placing his lips against your shoulder blade. You pulled them up, squeezing your eyes together to ignore the feeling tumbling down in your body. You swore you could felt him smile, but still you ignored, trying to get back to the dream you had. It was such a good one, at least you head children in that dream, two sons. He placed another kiss, more up on your collarbone. You grunted something, pulling away from his lips to leave him with a chuckle.

'You ruined my perfectly good dream.' You whispered hoarse, still with closed eyes, trying to get back to it.

'What was it about?' He asked. You signed, turning on your back to face him. He scared you to dead the first time that you met him, the first time you saw him kill, the first time he stated his feelings for you. Now you loved the fact he was willing on killing for you, you loved his temper, his aggression because you knew that within this walls he wouldn't lay a finger on you other than to declare his love. You opened your eyes, looking up to him with a suppressed tender smile.

'Way too good to share.' You muttered, turning away again, taunting him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and turned you back towards him. You giggled, resting the knuckles of your one hand against his tickling beard. 'We had two sons.' You said softly, looking into his strong confident eyes. He squeezed them a little closer, focused. 'The eldest was six, the youngest around three I guess, they were playing, one with a wooden sword, the other with a wooden axe.' You signed, placing your lips against his, he hold on to it for a moment and you enjoyed. 'you were sitting on the stairs of the great hall, watching over them.' You ended the story. He buried his nose in your hair above your ear and you embraced him strongly, enjoying the feeling.

'It shouldn't be a dream.' He muttered. You stroke your hand through his blond hair, folding it to a fist before pulling his head softly back.

'Patience.' You reassured him, pecking his lips.

'You know I don't have much.'

'I know, but you can't force it.' You shrugged. He looked at you for some moments until the blast of a horn outside made the both of you look in the same direction. He groaned, getting out of the bed while assembling his clothes. You curled yourself up in the sheets looking how he made himself ready for whatever was out there waiting on him. When he was planning on walking out he stopped and turned around to you.

'Marry me.' He suggested. Your mouth dropped open on those two simple words. The both of your hardly spoke about marriage and now he was proposing?

'What?' You asked confused. He pulled his weapons out of his belt while walking back to the bed, dropping himself back aside you.

'Marry me.' He repeated himself, studying your face concentrated.

'Why?'

'Because I love you, because maybe if we marry the gods will gift us a child sooner.' He explained. You squeezed your eyes a little together, knowing what he was doing.

'Halfdan, it isn't because you have a bad temper and are the murderous brother once in a while that the gods won't gift you a child.'

'Still, marry me?' He repeated himself. You slowly shook your head, looking into the darkness that always lied somewhere hidden in his eyes.

'I thought you would never ask.' You said, wrapping your arms around his neck, placing your lips on his.

'Is that a yes?'

'Offcourse it's a yes, you ever thought I would say no?' You asked him playful. He hummed a little, pulling you in another passionate kiss. 'Do you really need to go?' You breathed out against his lips. He answered that by untying his own belt. You chuckled, wrapping your legs around his body as you strapped those clothes back of his body.