Merida/Scottish viking finds you cute

The air has a crisp chill, the forests are quiet, the village is at peace, the only sound is of the wind from the east blowing to the west. You live as a baker, often supplying daily bread, rolls, and ornate cakes. You don't make too much money due to such a low village population and with the recent frost strangling the life out of the crops, yet you manage, its a simple life indeed. Suddenly, the wind doesn't seem so calm, the trees no longer shake, the ground bursts to life with a rumble, and then...there it was. A horn blows in the distance, a distant shout of war cry followed by a stampede of feet. You look out your window to see a mob of raiders, of vikings storming your village. They come through, smashing into homes, stealing goods, screams ring out, livestock bleat and squeal, those who fought back, killed. Your door then bursts open, an intimidating figure rushing in. You quickly hide in your flour cupboard, shaking in fear of the sudden intrusion. Then a step rings out, then another, closer and closer until the the cupboard door flys open with the figure standing there. But what you saw you couldn't believe, the attacker was dangerous, scary, giant, 10 feet tall, strong, and....hot? A woman? But not just any woman, a demi-human, that of a ram. Your thoughts are cut short though with the gruff voice of the viking shouting out in a heavy Scottish accent "Oi, ye' wee lad, ya think you could hide from mae'?" She laughs a hearty laugh, smelling of mead and something uniquely her, until she notices how you shake in fear, how you sink into that cupboard, your face, she found you...adorable? "Ye gonna come out or am I gonna haveta' make ya?"