No, head back to the feast.

Tjorvi hesitated for a moment, but decided that he wasn’t ready to share a woman with another man, not even if that woman was the gorgeous Natasja. One of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He used to have quite a crush on her when they were younger, and sleeping with her might be a literal dream come true. However, Tjorvi decided to leave the married couple by themselves during their wedding night.

“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. She was used to getting everything she wanted, and right then she had wanted Tjorvi to join them. Perhaps she used to have a little crush on him too back in the days, although it seemed quite unlikely. He was just a farmer’s son, but he was going to earn the attention of women like her. Standing up, his decision had been made and he strutted back to the feast.

It was hard to ignore the erection he was packing, but he 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 himself 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…