Flóki moved; it felt familiar. The lumps and bumps in the mattress beneath him ones that he knew very well. He knew that it was day, the light was coming in through the crack in the wall opposite him and hitting his closed eyelids. He wanted to open them, he wanted to make sure that he really hadn't been dreaming. He wanted to make sure that he really had gone out into the snow, that he had gone searching for his Hamingja; that he had seen her, spoken to her. That she had said that she wanted to be his; to take human form and remain with him. Yet he still feared that if he opened his eyes, he would just find himself alone.

"So, you are finally awake................" Flóki's eyes flying open as he quickly sat up, at the sound of the voice. The boatbuilder laughing, as he saw his Hamingja stood at the bottom of the bed. Flóki jumping up and making his way over to her.

"You are real..............." He said, as he poked her cheek with his finger. His laughter getting louder, as he realised that she was solid; that she was soft and warm. Flóki calling out his thanks to Loki, before pulling her into his arms.

"Of course, I am real. I told you that I would be the first voice that you heard............" (Y/n) countered, laying her head on Flóki's chest; the Hamingja savouring the feeling of her form. Of being able to feel, to hold one of those that she watched over.

Flóki's mind was racing. This was all impossible, improbable, yet it was real. She was real. Her body against his, was real; the feel of her heart beating along with his, was all too real. But now that he had the exquisite Hamingja, he wasn't quite sure what to do. The thoughts of how he would explain to others, to Ragnar, where his pale haired beauty had appeared from overnight; thoughts of who he would say she was, flooding his brain. Yet then he remembered something; he remembered that he was Flóki. He was crazy Flóki; the good thing about that being, that he could tell everyone the truth about (Y/n), and they would just laugh it off. They would not question it, just putting it all down to him being himself.

"First, I will take you around Kattegat. I will show you the market and buy you the best furs to make a coat. I will take you to the great hall, to the shores of the fjord and................"

"I would like all of that, Flóki. But perhaps it would pay to dress first, it is still thick with snow outside, and I have no real need for thick furs; I may appear as any other Midgardian, but I am still your Hamingja. I am still the wolf of winter." (Y/n) replied, as she looked up at the smiling man. Flóki nodding enthusiastically in reply.

"But, before you show me all the wonders of your home, and introduce me to everyone, perhaps we should get to know one another better. Perhaps you should find out what a Hamingja can do for you, in this form............" She continued, looking up to the grinning boat builder. Flóki quickly taking her up into his arms and throwing her on the bed. His pants, and her clothes joining one another on the floor.

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Flóki hummed contentedly, as (Y/n) lay on his chest. His fingers drawing runes in the skin on her back, as she ghosted her hand across his muscles. He had been so excited about the prospect of showing her everything, that he had forgotten that the first thing that he should do, was become more familiar with her, himself. Flóki more than glad that she had thought of this. His bed feeling right now that she was in it with him. In fact, he felt right now that she was with him.

"We should marry............." The boat builder suddenly announced, quickly pushing himself up onto his elbows. The Hamingja having to chuckle about how the man's mind worked.

"You have me, forever, Flóki. I am not going to disappear. Everything, you showing me my new home; introducing me to your friends, building the boat when the spring thaw comes, and even marriage, can come with time. For now, I just want to be with you. I want to enjoy the fact that I can touch you, that I can feel you. That I can know the pleasures of being with a Midgardian man. Not for one moment did I ever think that I would get the chance to love a man. Even though I cared deeply for you grandfather, I never felt as drawn to him, as I do to you. So, let me just be with you. Rest your mind, your thoughts; and just love me......................." (Y/n) replied, as she placed her hands on either side of his face, before softly kissing him on the nose. Flóki unable to do nothing more than smile and nod, before he settled back down onto the mattress, and pulled (Y/n) back onto his chest.

Suddenly, the door flew open. A gust of wind and flurry of snow filling the room, before a voice called out.

"Flóki, where are you, you spindly legged, knock kneed, boat builder? Why aren't you............" Ivar shouted, as he pulled himself into the cabin. The youngest son of Ragnar stopping, unable to prevent himself from staring, as he saw the woman in bed with his old friend. Flóki doing his best to cover her form in the furs that covered the bed. Ivar smiling as the beautiful woman looked down at him. The son of Ragnar only able to say one word as he smiled.

"Hello.................."