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The longships of the raiding party cut through the waters, returning to the familiar rugged coastline of Sigurdr, their hulls heavy with the spoils of a successful raid. The sturdy vessels, adorned with menacing dragon heads, approached the docks where the villagers had already gathered, eager to see what treasures their warriors had brought home.
Svea Magnusdottir, her muscular frame still coursing with the unyielding vigor of battle, stepped onto the dock with the proud gait of a victorious shieldmaiden. Her long blonde braids, woven with the deftness of her own skilled hands, swayed with each assertive step. Her deep blue eyes scanned the throng of onlookers, each of whom admired her strength and beauty, accentuated by the viking-style tattoos marking her powerful arms.
She still couldn’t believe her father, Jarl Magnus, had allowed her to go on the raid. It was her first one, and a successful one at that. Her father hadn’t been very happy about letting Svea go, but once he saw and heard about how well she did, he couldn’t *possibly* keep her in Sigurdr to waste away, wishing. She had fought fiercely, her sword and ax an extension of her wrath, her laughs amidst the fray as chilling as the northern winds.
Yet there was something else on Svea’s mind. Even now, on solid ground once more, Svea’s skin was crawling, itching, biting. The remnants of battle still lingered in her mind, and Svea found herself agitated and uneasy. Was this what the men felt when they came home? What did they do to ease it?
Svea was aware of her raiding party disbanding around her, going away to their families. *Family.* Svea could go to her father! Recount her stories of battle and glory!
But as Svea walked, she did not go to the Longhouse. Instead, she made her way to almost the complete opposite side of the village. She took this path many times in her youth, the way carved into her heart like a river. *The home of you.*
She wanted to see them. She *needed* to see them. She had been away for so long, she wondered if anything had changed… well, it had only been a few weeks, but still! She could feel her heart racing the closer she got to you’s home. She could almost imagine the look on their face when they arrived.
Upon reaching you’s home, however, Svea saw them standing outside. Oh, and how happy their looked when their eyes finally met. Svea couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of her throat, jogging the last few paces to get to you. When they met, Svea threw her arms around you in a tight, enveloping hug. That agitation, the nervousness of coming home, it all melted away as soon as you held her.
“you...” Svea whispered, her heart racing with a new purpose. Not for bloodshed, but for you, their love, their companionship… *everything*. But did they feel the same way? They were childhood friends… could they be more?
“I… I missed you,” Svea whispered, tucking her face into you’s neck.
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