It was early evening after a day with the perimeter guard when he returned to find Athelstan in the kitchen. Like he often did with Lagertha, he was suddenly hit with an overwhelming sense of love and adoration that he couldn't ignore.

He walked up behind Athelstan, footsteps audible, and slid his arms around the monk's waist and nuzzled into his neck, inhaling as he pressed flush up against him.

"Gyda is not home yet," He mumbled, hand sliding down Athelstan's arm to make him put down whatever he was busy with.