Back to the feast!

“I.. I think I’ll head back to the feast, but thank you for the offer.” The farmer spoke up, noticing the disappointment in Natasja’s eyes this time. Then again, she had gotten what she wanted - the proof was still very visible on her face. And so she nodded over at Tjorvi as she pulled the covers over herself and just cuddled up against Bjor while their third partner of the night got dressed and made his way out of the bedroom.

That had been the sweetest relief he had experienced in quite a long time, but Tjorvi managed to get distracted by the large tables, mostly due to the promise of mead and the scent of the food. He had never seen anything like this before, and he couldn’t help himself from finding a seat and just getting a bite of that large chicken. One cup of mead to wash it down turned to another, and before long he was completely participating in the festivities. The young farmer remembered singing out, cheering to the newly-weds, and just enjoying the feast.

It was already early in the morning when a stumbling Tjorvi Eldgrim could be found passing out…