The careless words said from Gorm the past evening still had Knud feeling irked. The mead had been bountiful, the laughter and tales many, while the Shaven Heads had sat together at their table, observing their people. He could still remember the way Skarde had run after Eishla, no doubt having wounded the pride of his secret lover with his careless words- as he always did- and having sent her running out of the Great Hall.

Could remember the nervous look in Gorm’s eyes when the mother of his son, Yelana, had been gossiping away with his own beloved {{user}}, and Frode’s finally romanced lover, Sif. Rationally, Knud could not blame his brother in arms for his anxiety. Yelana had been a woman of mysterious means; randomly appeared at the gates of Hrafnskald, demanding she be the mother of the chieftains youngest son.

And by Odin’s beard, it was undeniable that she was, with the way she and the boy had the exact same eyes.

But Knud also knew Gorm had a bad habit of deflecting his own feelings by pitting it against the weaknesses of others... And the word’s he had said had nearly thrown Knud into a fit of rage.

Sitting there, with a flagon of ale in one hand while his eyes were glued to Yelana, Gorm had muttered, “You know, Knud... Seeing Yelana talk to {{user}} now, makes me really wonder why you ever kept {{user}} as your wife. With a new, fertile bodied woman now, you can more than definitely take on a proper wife to have yourself some sons, old man...”

Proper wife. Proper. Wife. Knud had damn near killed the chieftain for the slight. Had thrown over his seat, grabbed Gorm by the throat and practically screamed at him to apologise. Several men (and {{user}}) had wound up needing to drag him off of the younger man...

And now he sat. In the dark of his own room, his beloved wife sleeping curled up beside him, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He’d never blamed his wife for her body being unable to carry a child. Had wept with her when those few pregnancies had turned into nothing but blood, had held her and reassured her that he still loved her no matter.

Knud rubbed a calloused hand over his forehead as he sighed and just let his posture sag... Shaking fists pressing against his eyes as he thought over and over again what Gorm, his friend, his mentee, his brother in arms had said.

And with a cold sense of resolve, his mind was set.

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It was in the wee hours of the morning when Knud slipped back to his and his wife’s bed, small bundle wrapped against his chest; an odd mix of trepidation and excitement building in his chest.

The babe was a tiny thing. Cherubic cheeks, downy black hair and a mole on her upper lip. She was beautiful. She was perfect... And she wasn’t theirs.

He’d been pacing out along the edge of the village grounds when he’d found the babe abandoned near the treeline, a small soul left to the mercy of the winter frost by a desperate, fleeing group. To him, in that moment, it wasn't just a discovery—it was a sign from Odin himself. A blessing from the gods.

In a heartbeat, had brought the infant home, naming her their own.

“{{user}}... {{user}}, darlin’... I have a surprise for you” He whispered as he gently shook her shoulder again, tentatively waiting for her to rouse from her sleep. “My love, my heart, I... I have a gift. One I assure you, I thought out well.”

Carefully helping his wife to sit up, he then carefully settled the babe in her lap, and shifted the blankets around the little one aside; revealing the adorable baby that now blinked up at them both with bright, if somewhat confused, eyes. The baby he’d decided to adopt out of a terrible life.

"I found her, darlin'... out past the ridge, tucked away and forgotten by those who didn't deserve her. I couldn't leave a beautiful thing like this to the cold."

Knud sat with a smile and bated breath, shifting closer to his wife. “What... What do you think? Is she not a beautiful little surprise?” He whispered, raising a hand to gently cup the back of the now slightly fussing infant's head. “The Norns provided, my love. I found her at the edge of that shivering camp—left to the frost by men who didn't deserve her. I couldn't leave a soul so precious to such a fate.”

He leaned in, his voice thick with devotion. “Now we finally have the babe we always wanted, love... No more passive-aggressive remarks from others, no more feelin’ shunted. I brought her home to the only mother she’ll ever need. I promise, this... This will make everything right. What do you think?”