Start the song. It's Dagr by Wardruna.

When they did find Josva's friends, Tyler found it a bit difficult to be afraid of them. They were working on repairing the mast of a ship whilst singing loudly (and quite terribly). The face of the man with a weak chin and sandy hair was bright pink, making it very clear that he was intoxicated.

Brad grinned when he saw them approaching. "Our fearless king joins us again!" He cheered drunkenly, making the other men cheer with him. "And his Englishman!"

The man with the dark beard and many tattoos nearly fell out of the ship and onto the sand as he stumbled back onto the beach. Josva caught him, chuckling good-naturedly. The other man laughed a bit too enthusiastically.

"Long live the king!" He shouted.

Josva chuckled. "Why don't you sit down before you hurt yourself, Jon?"

"Is that an order?" Jon slurred out through a smirk.

"It should be. You reek of ale," Josva told the other man as he helped him to sit down on the rocky shore.

Tyler jumped in surprise when a hand grabbed his, pulling him towards the boat. He relaxed slightly when he realized it was only Brad, who really was his only friend in Scandinavia outside of the Dun family. Anxiety prickled within him though as he climbed into the ship for the first time since he'd been taken. This wasn't the same ship, but it was similar enough to make his blood run cold.

"Drink, Halfdan," the sandy-haired man, Mark, told Tyler as he handed him a horn filled with foul-smelling liquid.

Josva glared at his friend. "Do not call him that."

Mark chuckled. "I am only kidding, Josva."

"I do not care. Do not call him that. If you must rename him, let it be with something that suits him," Josva replied sharply.

Tyler glanced at Brad. "What is Halfdan?" He whispered.

"A man who is only half a Dane," Brad whispered back. "A man who does not fully belong to Denmark."

Tyler nodded, not sure why that was offensive. It was true. He wasn't really Danish. He was only living in Scandinavia because he'd been taken. His blood wasn't of this place. Even if he'd found his heart here, he'd always have one foot in England.

"The seer gave him a better name today," Josva told his friends, taking the horn when it was handed to him. Tyler was glad to have avoided drinking from it, but Josva drank from it heartily.

"What is it?" Brad asked, his eyes lighting up slightly. He punched Mark's arm. "Halfdan. For fuck's sake, Mark. The seer thought he was Scandinavian enough to receive a new name. You cannot possibly think the gods would prefer your opinion."

Mark rolled his eyes, but was looking at Josh in fascination. "What is his name then?"

Josh smiled at Tyler. "You are right, Mark. Tyler is not of Scandinavia. The seer agreed with that. He is not English either though. Tyler was sent to my family from Thor himself. He is Asbjørn, our little bear from the gods."

The other Vikings were silent, looking at Tyler in awe. Tyler couldn't remember officially being renamed, but the seer had said he was the little bear brought across the ocean by Thor.

"Josva, the gods favour you greatly," Jon said quietly. "Thor himself gifted your family with a usually wild and ruthless creature, but this one has a kind heart. They ignored the laws of nature for you and Jenna. How did you earn their devotion?"

"According to the seer, I have always had it." Josva climbed onto the ship then, helping Jon to do the same. "My little bear and I do not come to exchange stories and pleasantries with you, however. We are here so that he may know what happened during the raid of his village."

The Vikings all looked a bit more sober then as they sat down inside of the ship. Anxiously, Tyler walked over to sit with Josva, who pulled him into his lap immediately. With Josva's strong arms wrapped around him, Tyler felt much more secure.

"Are you sure, Asbjørn?" Brad asked carefully.

Tyler nodded, but shrunk back nervously into his husband anyways. Did he really want to know what had been done to his family?

"It was Mark and Jon who visited your home with me," Josva told Tyler, although that much was already clear to him. "We were not expecting you to be there, little one. I did not know that the exact man we had been looking for was going to be in that house when we came in. You fit exactly what Jenna requested though, so I was distracted and left them to run the raid of your home. Therefore, I cannot answer your questions, but my men can."

"This is true," Jon agreed, looking to Tyler. "I just hope you know what you are asking for. We will not lie to you to make anything softer. We respect you too much. Do you understand?"

The anxiety in Tyler's stomach was growing, and he could taste metal on his tongue. Did this mean his family had been hurt? Killed?

"I need to know. Please," Tyler said, and it wasn't until he heard Josva translate that he realized his anxiety had stopped him from doing so himself.

Jon and Mark glanced at each other before nodding. Mark cleared his throat and sat up straighter before beginning to tell his tale. "The raid began on the shore. Saxons always have something of a coast guard waiting for us now. It is useless because we are better warriors, but it is always there. One of these guards ran away and sent off the signal to the village."

Tyler remembered hearing the horns pierce through the night. He'd instantly shot out of bed and carried his little brother Jay over to the chest by their bed. His father had taken Zack, and his mother had taken Madison. They'd hidden them away and out of sight before the signal had even concluded. Tyler could remember feeling panic unlike anything he'd ever felt.

"We stick together during raids. We split off into small groups so no man is alone," Brad added.

Josva nodded. "This is in accordance to our laws. If any man was to kill an innocent or rape a Saxon woman, his group would be there to testify against him. Without them there, we would have no proof of the crime."

Tyler shrunk into Josva for comfort, nodding his understanding. "Then mindless killing and rape are not permitted?"

Josva shook his head. "No, my love. Only Berserkers would do such a thing. We did not bring any with us this time."

"We only kill those who try to kill us or who stand in our way," Mark added in. "Your family did not do this until you were already out of the home. Then your father became angry and tried to fight past us. I am sorry, Asbjørn. It was my sword he fell on."

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut as the breath left his lungs. His father was dead. Mark had killed him for trying to retrieve his son. Tyler's father had tried to save him, and he'd lost his life for it.

"Then one of the trunks within your home opened," Jon continued. "A small girl crawled out, crying for her mother."

"No," Tyler whispered under his breath as he tried to fight back tears.

He buried his face against Josva's chest as he struggled to breathe. His husband held him protectively, but remained silent. Tyler wanted to be anywhere but Scandinavia. His mother needed him. She had three children there and no husband. Or were they all slaughtered too?

"We do not kill babies if we can help it, Tyler," Brad reassured him carefully.

"His family is safe then?" Josva tried to clarify.

Jon sighed. "His father is with his god, but the rest of his family were unharmed. We left them with some gold in exchange for Asbjørn, and promised he would be safe. I doubt they understood, but we promised."

Tyler shook his head. "You don't understand. Saxon women can't hold property or make much money. They're probably starving and cold. Oh God. I have to go back."

"You will, my love. We will raid again as soon as the boats are ready and the worst of the winter has passed. The fjord will freeze, little one. We will not be able to go back yet. I swear on the lives of our family, I will bring you back to England to care for your other family. I swear," Josva promised him gently.

Tyler lifted his head to look up at Josva. He was ashamed of the tear that spilled down his cheek, but Josva brushed it away with his thumb gently, looking at Tyler with so much tenderness that he couldn't help but trust him wholeheartedly.

"And what will become of them after the raid is over?" Tyler whispered.

His husband studied his eyes before looking at his men once again. "We will bring them here. Little one's mother can have all the property she needs in Scandinavia, and her babies will be just as spoiled as mine." His crew all nodded in agreement, so he looked back to Tyler. "Jenna will teach her Danish just as she taught you. I will give her a farm or a business or some way of making her living here. She will have guards of her own-guards that I am positive I can trust. Her babies will play with ours and be happy. Ja?"

After a moment's hesitation, Tyler agreed. "And no harm will come to my family?"

"Of course not, my love. She is now our family too. Nothing hurts my family. I will personally see to it that she is safe. I swear it on my arm band," Josva assured him.

Just like that, Tyler felt completely comfortable with this plan. Josva had said their arm bands were a symbol of their honour. They were what made them into men. If Josva was willing to swear on his arm hand in front of three witnesses, Tyler could trust that.

"Thank you," he whispered to him.

Josva smiled, kissing Tyler's forehead. "You are my husband. You never need to thank me for taking care of you. It is my duty to you and the gods."

"Our sweet king is a slave to both a wife and a husband now," Mark chuckled out. "He has given them everything he has."

"I am sure your wife wishes you would do the same, but unfortunately that is not the case," Josva said with a smirk. "Now, the seer says the Jotünn are coming soon, so I must go prepare for that. You all should do the same."

The men nodded obediently as Josva helped Tyler out of his lap before standing as well. Thankfully, his fingers immediately tangled with Tyler's as he helped him out of the boat.

"Stay safe, Tyler. The jotünn are hungry beasts," Brad warned. "They'll drag you right out of your home and into the frozen water if they manage to drive you mad enough. Trust your husband and wife when they tell you what to do during the storm. They have managed to survive this long. Not many do."

Tyler nodded, clinging to Josva as they headed across the rocky beach. "I will. Take care, Brad."

"Same to you, friend," Brad replied, making Tyler smile.

He was more than happy to follow Josva along the beach and into their village. Thy were nearly home when Josva stopped. "It will snow tonight," he told Tyler as he looked up at the sky.

"How do you know?" Tyler asked curiously.

"There is a ring around the moon. The clouds circle it like the eye of a jotünn. It is watching and waiting for us to rest so that it might attack. We will not leave our home for several days. The snow will be too great. I will send servants for food and firewood tonight so that they might not have to chance their lives in the storm later. They will sleep in the longhouse instead of the servants' quarters. They will be warmer that way," Josva decided thoughtfully. He looked to Tyler. "Do you agree with this plan?"

Tyler nodded. "Yes."

"Good. Now that you and Jenna are officially equals, you must help me to make these kinds of decisions. You are just as much a ruler as she," Josva explained as he led Tyler to their home once again. "And you will be a great one. I know it."

Tyler blushed. "Joshua?"

"Yes, my beloved?" Josva asked as they approached their longhouse. Tyler pulled Josva down and kissed him softly and slowly. Josva chuckled when the kiss broke. "What was that for?"

"I love you so much," Tyler told him quietly. "Did you know that?"

Josva laughed. "As a matter of fact, I did. Did you know I love you too?"

"I did," Tyler replied with a shy smile.

"Come then. Let's get you out of the cold. We cannot let the fire in your little paws go out, can we?" Josva said, grinning widely. "Perhaps your big bears need to warm you up a little so that the flames will remain strong."

Tyler blushed. "Okay," he whispered.

Josva smiled, making Tyler laugh as he was picked up and thrown over Josva's shoulder. He didn't struggle as his Viking carried him through the front door and past the throne room. It wasn't until they reached their room that Josh tossed him on the bed and finally set him down. Instantly, he climbed up with Tyler and kissed all over his neck, tickling it with his beard and making Tyler laugh even more. Josva's fingers tickled Tyler's sides then, and Tyler's worries all melted away as Josva made him laugh again and again.

"My sweet little one," Josva chuckled out, "I will not rest until you smile like this always."

Tyler grinned as he pulled Josva in and kissed him deeply before beaming at him. "As long as you or Jenna are around, I'll always smile like this."

"Good. I want nothing more than for my husband and wife to be spoiled and adored endlessly. Your life should be Valhalla. That is my job-to help you to be so happy you cannot stand it," Josva assured Tyler before kissing his lips softly.

Tyler's fingers soothed across Josva's braided hair as he beamed up at the larger man. "You're going a very good job."

"There is always room for improvement," Josva replied with a smile before peppering kisses across Tyler's cheeks. "There is not a monster or army or storm I would not fight off just for you, my little one. You are worth every battle and every scar."

It was impossible not to sink into the bed and sigh contentedly as Tyler listened to his husband fawn over him. He'd never felt his loved in his life. He'd never even dreamed he'd find one person-let alone two!-who would love and care for him at this level. Since he'd learned to accept and return the love his Vikings have to him, Tyler's life had been a dream. He was happier than he'd ever been.

"I am very much in love with you," Tyler whispered to Josva seriously.

Josva pressed their foreheads together as his strong hands soothed along Tyler's sides. Tyler's eyelids slipped shut as he basked in Josva's warmth, feeling as though the sun was surrounding him, kissing his skin.

"I love you too," Josva replied warmly. His sentence was punctuated with a series of soft kisses pressed to Tyler's lips.

Even when the door creaked open, Josva's lips continued to caress Tyler's. Tyler smiled into the kiss when he felt the bed dip, knowing full well that it was their wife. His suspicions were confirmed when she laid down beside him.

"How did it go?" She asked them carefully.

She laughed when instead of answering her, Josva moved his lips to hers, kissing her deeply without climbing off of Tyler. Tyler giggled at the way Jenna squealed when Josva kissed his way along her jaw and down her throat.

"My mum is safe and so are my little siblings," Tyler informed Jenna.

She smiled, reaching out to take his hand. Josva sighed as he sat up, remaining in Tyler's lap.

"I plan to bring them here after the next raids. Is that okay with you, my beloved?" Josva asked their wife carefully.

Jenna's fingertips trailed along Tyler's jawline softly as she searched his eyes. "Of course. Our baby needs his family. My love, what of your father?" She asked Tyler gently.

Tears flooded Tyler's eyes as he shook his head. "He didn't-I-"

Jenna hushed him when he let out a sob, gesturing for Josva to climb off of him. He did as he was told, allowing Jenna to roll Tyler so she could cradle him against her chest. She soothed her fingers through his hair as she tried to comfort him.

"I am so sorry, little one. Your heart must ache so greatly. I cannot even imagine. I am so sorry. We will do everything in our power to protect you and the rest of your family," she soothed gently.

Tyler nodded, sniffling as he clung to her. He felt Josva press a kiss to his shoulder. "I should have been there to protect him, little one. I am sorry."

Tyler hid himself against Jenna's dress as he cried. He drew great comfort in her gentle nature and loving touches. He didn't blame Josva at all, but he still ached inside, and Jenna soothed the ache. It was so clear to him that she loved him just as much as he loved her, just as he was certain he and Josva were matched with their immense levels of love.

"How can we help you, baby?" Jenna asked gently.

"Just hold me," he whispered against her chest in English.

"Hold him," Jenna told Josva in Danish, and he instantly laid down beside Tyler and wrapped his arms around both of his spouses.

Tyler let his eyelids slip shut as he was held protectively by two people who loved him. His chest ached and his stomach did too, but he buried himself in the warmth of his Vikings anyways.

"Rest, little one. You will meet your father again in Valhalla. He was very brave to fight for you in the way he did. The gods saw that. You will be returned to him," Josva assured his husband carefully.

Tyler nodded. He knew his father would've been disgusted by the idea of Tyler picturing him in any other religion's heaven, but he could see his father sitting at Odin's long table to feast with other warriors.

"I know," he said quietly.

"I suppose he will meet Tore there," Jenna said quietly. "He will be amongst family."

That made Tyler smile slightly despite his tears. Tore had passed away before Tyler had come here, yet they were still offering him the opportunity to love their absent baby just as much as he loved the ones he'd met. Instantly, his heart complied.

"Yes, he will," Tyler agreed, sniffling quietly.

Josva's arms tightened around him. "Little one, you have no idea how much my heart loves yours."

Tyler looked up to find Jenna smiling at Josva. "Whenever I see him, my heart fights to escape me just to be closer to his. The only other person it has ever done that with is you."

Josva rubbed Jenna's side softly, keeping Tyler's back cemented against his chest. "My two babies make my heart turn to flames. It keeps my chest warm, but it burns me whenever you are too far away."

The overwhelming calm of this little sanctuary his lovers' arms built around him made Tyler's mind begin to drift away closer to sleep. He nuzzled Jenna's chest as his body relaxed. He drifted off to the sound of his two Vikings reminding each other just how much they loved not only each other, but Tyler too. He was safe. He was loved. He would heal.