"Oh yeah, I tore the holes the third day I had them. It got super hot before the rains I mentioned I tripped and ripped them clean open... but I paid full price so I'm keeping them till they fall completely apart. The shirt that ripped, I've had that since I was ten. I keep everything Freya." Things he didn't tell many but she was to be his wife so he felt he should tell her.

He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as he looked down at her, his own hair fanning around his face as he looked down into her eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, at least he felt as much of late. "I'm not to heavy?" He asked concerned though most of his weight was being balanced on his forearms. "Yes please don't make my hair burn, I mean, I'll let you cut it after we get married if you want but I do like it as it is." He replied with a slight blush, a vikings hair was important, for him it was like its own armor. "You don't know Henry? he's cool."