There's smut between Josh and Jenna with a hint of Tyler here. If that isn't your thing, move on to the next author's note, but any dumb comments will get you muted.

Start the song. It's Trøllabundin by Elvør.

At first, Tyler was too shocked to register anything but the blankets wrapped around Jenna's bare waist and the sweat making her back shine beautifully as her blonde hair cascaded down it. Then he saw the sweat slicking Josva's scarred chest where Jenna's hands were splayed out to help her balance. Then he registered the movements of their hips rolling together, unlike anything Tyler had ever seen. Finally his ears opened to the beautiful sounds they were making: Jenna's soft gasps and whimpers, Josva's low moans.

It was as if stones had been chained to his feet, keeping him rooted in the doorway as Josva's grip on Jenna's hips tightened, allowing his hips to rise more forcefully. Jenna moaned desperately, calling out in Danish. Tyler was too distracted to translate her words in his mind.

Tyler knew he should leave. He shouldn't be watching. Even just being here was an invasion of their privacy, but then he heard Josva moan out Jenna's name followed by something in Danish, and Tyler wanted to kiss him. He wanted to touch Jenna. He wanted to pull those sounds out of both of them, but it was wrong. He had to go.

With great difficulty, Tyler shakily began to retreat from the room. He was almost out when Josva noticed him. His hips didn't stop moving as his eyes locked with Tyler's, which only made leaving harder.

His soul nearly left his body from shock when Josva took one hand off of Jenna's waist and held it out to him. All it took was that one gesture, and Tyler's feet were moving. He had no control over his body as he climbed onto the bed, immediately grabbing Josva's bearded cheeks and kissing him deeply.

Jenna moaned, gripping Tyler's hair as he tasted Josva's lips, only realising when his tongue met the Viking's that he had never kissed him on the mouth before. Feeling Josva's beard against his cheeks and swallowing down his moans made his head fill with a warm fog that quickly spread throughout the rest of his body.

"Josva," Jenna whimpered out, and all too quickly the delicious lips were gone from Tyler's.

He whined at the loss, but only had a moment to mourn before he was being pulled back in. The faster and harder Josva's hips slammed upwards into Jenna's, the sloppier the kiss became, but Tyler didn't care. He'd never been kissed like this in his life, and he'd certainly never seen anything like what Josva and Jenna were doing. Heat was thrumming through his veins so intensely that it was overwhelming. There was so much happening right now.

Once again, Josva broke the kiss. He pulled Tyler down to lay beside him. "Watch Jenna, little one," he grunted out. "She almost there."

Tyler didn't know where "there" was, but he wanted to visit. He watched Jenna in awe. Her jaw was completely slack, her oceanic eyes unfocused and lidded. Her thick hair was damp with sweat, making it curl around her flushed face slightly. Even her chest was flushed, leaving her soft breasts a warm pink. The muscles in her abdomen tightened, and suddenly she was falling apart. She cried out Josva's name as her nails dragged down his chest, leaving harsh red lines atop the scarred flesh.

It seemed as though Tyler's body would never recover from watching Jenna, but Josva's hips were still moving. Jenna whimpered when he flipped them over so she was on her back before pounding into her roughly. Tyler whimpered right along with her as he watched Josva's body start to lose its rhythm, and Tyler realized he'd get to see the Norseman fall apart as well, just like he had the night before.

Josva was babbling in Danish, holding onto the headboard with one hand so tightly that his knuckles were white. His other hand tangled in Tyler's hair, pulling him back over to kiss him desperately. Jenna was speaking in Danish, and Tyler knew she was trying to help Josva finish sooner, but it was Tyler who pushed him over the edge.

"Please, Joshua," he whimpered against Josva's lips, and the Viking groaned loudly into Tyler's mouth as his hips slammed forward almost violently before stilling.

Jenna smiled, her exhaustion clear on her face as she rolled her hips just slightly. Josva looked like he was in a daze as he pulled out of Jenna, watching slick and cum slip out of her before dripping down her trembling thighs. Tyler watched it too, blinking in amazement.

Josva was panting as he looked at Tyler again. His eyes scanned down Tyler's body before he grinned. "Little one finish with Josva?"

Tyler's whole body was trembling like Jenna's as he looked down at the front of his pants, which were now wet. His whole body was in bliss, and all Josva had done was kiss him. There was nothing his lungs could do to help him as he tried to remember how to breathe.

It's safe to read again! You can start the song here too if you didn't get to listen before. It's really beautiful because it's in Faroese.

Jenna turned her head, kissing Tyler's temple softly. "Next time, you join us from the beginning," she told him breathlessly.

Warmth was filling every inch of him, and his body was in heaven. He heard Josva and Jenna kissing, but his eyelids were too heavy to watch. God, he wanted to watch.

"Little one," Josva said softly.

When Tyler's eyelids refused to open, he felt Josva's and Jenna's hands undress him carefully. He was too exhausted to be embarrassed by his body, which was nothing compared to the male Viking's. Josva had muscles and girth and the marks of a warrior. Tyler still didn't even quite look like an adult.

The two Vikings were quiet for a moment before Tyler felt them touching his chest, his legs, his arms, his sides. They were speaking in Danish again, and he was too exhausted to understand. When he forced his eyelids open, both of the otherworldly people in front of him were smiling.

"You are beautiful, little one," Jenna told him softly.

Josva was speaking slowly and lazily in Danish. His eyes devouring every inch of Tyler. Finally, his eyes met Tyler's hesitant ones. "The gods make little one out of stars," he told Tyler, sounding so sure of it.

If Tyler wasn't so exhausted, he'd have blushed. "I'm not beautiful or made of stars," he told them quietly.

Josva laid down beside Tyler so the younger man was in the middle. Both Vikings wrapped their arms around him.

"The gods have outdone themselves in making you," Jenna assured him, stroking his cheek fondly.

Having two naked bodies pressed against Tyler's own was indescribable. Jenna's body was so soft, from her tender breasts to the fine hair on her legs. Josva's was not. He was made up of hard muscles and jagged scars. Their touches were all gentle against Tyler's sensitive flesh though.

"Little one, little one, little one," Josva mumbled. "We keep you. We keep you always. Always our husband."

"Always," Jenna agreed.

Tyler shivered at the words, melting into the mattress beneath him. "I love you," he told them both dazedly.

Jenna pressed a kiss to his shoulder while Josva took his cheeks in his strong hands, turning his head to kiss him softly. Once again, Tyler was in bliss. He wasn't sure how he'd come to love these two people so greatly, but it made his heart swell just to think about either of them.

"Sleep, my loves. I protect you," Josva mumbled sleepily, leaving his forehead pressed against Tyler's as he closed his tired eyes.

Jenna's head rested on Tyler's chest, her flesh warm against his. He smoothed her golden hair back off of her forehead gently, unable to tear himself away from Josva's touch. He needed both of them here. He needed Jenna's soft hands and tender kisses just as much as he needed Josva's calloused hands and demanding lips. Neither was better than the other, just like winter and summer. They were equal, albeit in different ways.

When Jenna spoke again in Danish, it took all of Tyler's focus to understand what she was saying. "Do you think the gods will bless us with another child?"

Josva hummed, kissing Tyler's nose as he soothed his fingers through Jenna's hair. "Not tonight, my beloved. Our next baby will belong to our husband as well. I know it."

A blush crept across Tyler's cheeks as he thought about touching his Vikings or allowing them to touch him as they'd touched each other tonight. Surprisingly, he longed for it. He craved the taste of their skin and the feeling of their bodies against his. He desperately wished to lose himself under their touch like he had from Josva's lips.

"It will be a girl," Jenna predicted quietly, tracing invisible patterns on Tyler's chest with her fingertips.

"A girl?" Josva asked with a smile. He stroked Tyler's cheek fondly as he lifted his head to look at their wife. "What makes you say that?"

Jenna smiled up at them peacefully. "I dreamt her. She had Tyler's eyes and your hair."

"It doesn't work that way, my love," Josva told her, but there was hope in his eyes.

"We called her Nanna," Jenna continued, smiling all the while.

"Our sweet Nanna," Josva said just as lovingly.

"Nanna?" Tyler asked curiously, surprised by the simplicity of the name.

Jenna kissed his jaw softly. "Nanna. It means courageous. She will be strong, and she will go on to do great things. We will have every reason to be proud of our sweet daughter."

"Our daughter," Tyler repeated dreamily, just needing to hear himself say it out loud. He couldn't help but smile. It felt as though Nanna was already here beside them. "I already love her."

"It's impossible to not love her. She's perfect," Josva agreed. "The very next time we make love, we will all be here. That is when the gods will gift us with Nanna. I know it."

Both Tyler and Jenna nodded in agreement. No matter the comfort of being in the center, wrapped up in both his husband and his wife, Tyler shifted Jenna into the middle. Instantly, Josva's arms wrapped around her, caressing her soft tummy. She chuckled.

"My belly is empty for now, Josva. There is no baby there for you to comfort," she told Josva with a smile.

"No, but she will be there soon." He looked to Tyler then. "When Jenna is with child, she glows. She looks even more beautiful to me. I cannot wait for you to see."

Tyler kissed Jenna softly. "I can't either." He yawned as he reached a hand across Jenna to take Josva's.

Josva squeezed his hand gently before releasing it, crawling down to rest his forehead on Jenna's stomach. She laughed when he kissed it, and Tyler smiled.

"Nanna, I know you do not have ears, but I know your soul can hear me," Josva whispered to her stomach, and Tyler's heart swelled. Jenna soothed her fingers through Josva's hair as he continued. "Soon you will be here inside our beautiful wife's belly, and when you leave there, you will have three parents and three siblings who will love you more than anything."

Tyler slowly crawled down to lay down on Jenna's other side, laying his cheek against her stomach beside Josva. The large Viking turned his head and smiled at Tyler.

"Can you feel her?" Josva asked him. Tyler glanced at Jenna's stomach. She wasn't really pregnant yet. Josva laughed, putting his large hand over Tyler's eyes. "Focus! You cannot feel her physically yet, but she is here. Feel her spirit."

Tyler closed his eyes beneath Josva's hand, letting out a deep breath before trying to focus on feeling Nanna. Warmth settled over him, an overwhelming sensation of love and serenity. He smiled.

"I feel her," he whispered back.

Slowly, Josva lifted his hand off of Tyler eyes. His own were closed when Tyler opened his. Josva was smiling widely. Tyler looked up at Jenna, who met his gaze fondly. She soothed her fingers through his hair just as she was doing for Josva. He shivered at the gentle touch, making her smile.

Without even needing to open his eyes, Josva's fingertips traced the faded stretch marks on the sides of Jenna's stomach, clearly left behind from carrying their children. He touched them so softly that he was practically caressing them, making Jenna sigh happily.

Tyler crawled back up to lay beside Jenna, smiling when she nuzzled his nose with hers. "My precious baby," she told him softy. "Of all the men in England, Josva picked the very best."

A shy smile tugged at Tyler's lips as he brushed her hair softly off of her face. It was still a bit damp, but she was absolutely gorgeous to him. He kissed her softly.

"I love you," he told her.

She smiled, pulling him back in and kissing him slowly. It was the kind of kiss that made Tyler's head fill with mist and his heart stumble over itself. He shivered, pulling her soft body closer to him. Josva chuckled, sitting back up before climbing out of bed. Tyler broke the kiss then, feeling a spike of anxiety as he watched the Norseman pull his pants back on. He didn't want Josva to leave.

Jenna seemed to notice his apprehension, kissing his lips once again before sitting up. "Where are you going, my love?"

Josva smiled at her as he pulled his shirt on. "I just want to check on our babies. They went with us for the sacrifice today, and I need to make sure Rasmus and Ellinor are not scared. I know Einar is not. He is older."

That calmed Tyler down. His Viking would be back. Maybe it was because of what had happened earlier, but Tyler's bond to his husband and wife felt so much stronger now. He never wanted to be apart from them.

"Einar and Ellinor were asleep when I tucked Rasmus in. Einar held them both in his sleep. He's a good big brother," Tyler said with a smile.

"Einar will get his arm ring soon," Jenna said quietly, and although Tyler didn't know what that meant, he could tell it worried her.

Josva smiled at her warmly. "He has four years, wife. Do not worry. He is still our baby for now."

"What is the ring for?" Tyler asked timidly.

Josva climbed back onto the bed, pulling Tyler into his lap. It should feel odd that he was naked while Josva was fully clothed, but Tyler felt completely comfortable.

"When our sons come of age, they are given their arm ring. It is something to make them accountable. They swear their fealty to the king on it, and it will always be a symbol of their honour," Josva explained.

Tyler touched the ring encircling Josva's wrist. "And this is yours?"

"Ja. I have had it since I was ten." He smirked then. "Which is almost as long as you've been alive."

Interestedly, Tyler leaned back against Josva's chest as he turned the ring around Josva's arm, admiring the ornate iron dragon that circled around his wrist. It was the same as the one at the front of Josva's ship. Josva allowed Tyler to observe it.

"It's beautiful," Tyler said finally, looking up at Josva, who smiled.

"Soon you will have one too. All Viking men have one, and that should include you," Josva told Tyler, wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist and kissing his temple.

Tyler almost protested when Josva laid him back down next to Jenna. He still wanted Josva to hold him. All of his anxiety slipped away when he knew Josva was there to protect him. The only thing that kept him silent was the instant peace he felt when Jenna pulled his arms around her waist before relaxing in his arms.

"I will be back, my loves," Josva promised as he left the bed once again.

Exhaustion was weighing down Tyler's eyelids once again as he shifted to rest his head on Jenna's chest. She kissed his forehead.

"If we are asleep when you come back, know that your husband needs you to hold him," Jenna said sleepily. "We can worry about Nanna another night. Our focus is on this sweet baby right now." She soothed her fingertips along Tyler's back as she spoke.

Josva chuckled. "I always want to hold our little one. I will be fast. I just need to know they are safe before I come back and give him my undivided attention."

"Be really fast," Tyler told him sleepily. "Maybe run."

Josva smiled, walking over to the bed and kissing Tyler softly. "Sleep. I will be very very fast."

Tyler couldn't help himself as he pulled Josva back down and kissed him again, slower this time. He felt his husband smile against his lips. When he broke the kiss, he smiled shyly up at his Viking.

"I love you," Tyler told him quietly.

Josva smiled, pecking Tyler's lips one more time. "I love you too, little one."

The smile on Tyler's face widened when Jenna allowed him to rest his head on her chest again while they watched Josva walk to the door. He felt safe and loved, much more so than he ever had in England. He loved the Duns and their strange country. His eyelids drifted shut as Jenna's breathing began to even out.

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Before he'd even had time to fall asleep, Josva was coming back in through the bedroom door and stripping back down to nothing before climbing into bed behind Tyler. His feeling of sanctuary only increased when Josva's chest pressed against his back and his arms wrapped firmly around him. A kiss was pressed to his shoulder before Josva's body relaxed behind him.

"Fast enough?" Josva asked as he nudged his nose against Tyler's neck gently.

Tyler felt himself blush. "Too slow," he replied quietly.

Josva chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Tyler's neck. "I will make it up to you. I promise."

The blush on his cheeks only darkened as Tyler turned around in Josva's arms and buried his face against his scarred chest. "Just keep holding me and I'll forgive you by morning."

Josva's arms tightened around him slightly. "That was already the plan, my beloved."

A contented sigh left Tyler's lips. "Do you realize we had our first kiss today?"

The Viking chuckled. "I do."

"Was it okay?" Tyler asked insecurely. "I mean, was it okay that I kissed you? I didn't ask first, so if that's something I'm not supposed to do then you can always...."

He trailed off when Josva lifted his chin and smiled at him with the same adoration he looked at Jenna with on a daily basis. Josva's dark eyes were like melting chocolate, becoming warmer and softer with every second they spent searching Tyler's.

"I am just as much married to you as I am to Jenna. You are always allowed to kiss me," Josva assured him softly, his thumbs massaging soft circles on Tyler's lower back.

Two months ago, Tyler wouldn't have been able to wrap his mind around his captor being so tender towards him. He wouldn't have understood a word the man was saying or have been able to be comfortable sandwiched between the two naked Scandinavians. The word "husband" would have made him flinch, and it would have made him terrified to even consider falling asleep here. So much had changed since then.

Tyler leaned up just enough to press his lips to Josva's softly, feeling the older man's beard tickle at his cheeks. He laid his head down beside Josva's then, thinking to himself how incredibly grateful he was that he'd been taken. Life here was so much better than in England. He'd never want to leave his new family. He was safe here.

Josva's thumbs continued to massage Tyler's back even when his eyelids slipped shut. Tyler melted into him, letting his own eyes close as he let out a soft breath. This was the most comfortable he'd ever been, especially with Jenna's soft frame resting on his other side.

"How are we going to make this baby?" Josva whispered to Tyler, sounding almost smaller.

Tyler's eyes opened to find anxiety in the ones staring back at him. Carefully, he lifted his hand to Josva's bearded cheek, stroking it softly like Jenna always did. It seemed to calm his Viking slightly.

"I don't know," Tyler replied quietly. "This is all new to me. Men marrying men isn't allowed in England, and two men marrying one woman is unheard of. I have no idea how this works."

Josva sighed, sounding frustrated. "I want so badly for it be as easy as sex with Jenna, but I know it isn't. This kind of thing is...it's allowed in Scandinavia. No one minds, but we still don't talk about it much. They don't teach us how to handle this like they do when they teach us about women."

Tyler hesitated for a moment before whispering back, "What if it isn't much different than just sleeping with Jenna? She's the focus, right? Our goal is to give her a baby, so doesn't that mean we just have to...." Tyler trailed off, realizing he didn't have a single clue what he had to do. He assumed it was just the same thing he'd seen Jenna and Josva doing when he'd come back into the room.

The hands massaging Tyler's back stopped, instead being used to pull Tyler closer. "What about when she is pregnant? You want that to be the end of it and neither of us will ever touch you like that again?" Josva asked curiously, seeming a bit hurt.

"Not at all," Tyler assured the older man, shaking his head adamantly. "I'm just saying let's take this one step at a time."

Josva nodded his understanding, sighing quietly. "As soon as you came in, I regretted not already having you in our bed," he admitted. Tyler blushed furiously when Josva looked at him. "I wanted to touch you so badly, but I did not want to make you uncomfortable."

"I wanted you to touch me too. I wanted to touch you and Jenna, and I couldn't leave. I couldn't," Tyler admitted, his anxiety making him ramble.

Thankfully, Josva just smiled. There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes. "I did not even have to touch you for you to finish. All I did was kiss you."

Tyler felt embarrassed by that. "I'd never seen anything like that," he defended himself timidly. "It was a lot."

His husband chuckled, but there was no judgment in his comforting smile. "You looked so beautiful, little one. Imagine how beautiful you'll look when you're helping to bring Nanna to Midgard. Seeing you and Jenna might actually send me to Valhalla."

Tyler smiled, the thought of touching Jenna so intimately making his heart skip in his chest. "Please don't go to Valhalla yet."

Josva's eyes twinkled as he laughed. "I cannot promise anything. My day to die is already fated. It's all in the gods' hands."

Tyler's eyes widened. "What?"

His Viking yawned. "Odin knows the day I will come to meet him. I do not. If it comes, it comes. I am not afraid. My family will come to meet me eventually, and you will all be back in my arms once again."

That comforted Tyler greatly. He kissed Josva again quickly before snuggling against him. "I want to go where you go tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Josva nodded. "Of course, little one."

"And I want...I want you to teach me about raids," Tyler decided quietly.

Confusion spread across Josva's face. "Raids?"

Tyler nodded. "I want to know about your last raid."

"When we found you?" Josva asked curiously.

Once again, Tyler nodded. "I want to know what happened to my village," Tyler told him quietly.

There was a moment of hesitation before Josva nodded. "Of course. You are a Viking. You have a right to know."

Tyler was grateful for Josva, now more than ever. He kissed him softly. "I love you," he insisted.

Josva chuckled. "I love you too, my love. Close your eyes now, and I will hold you until you can forgive me for taking so long."

Tyler smiled. "You have to keep rubbing my back or it doesn't count."

Before he'd even finished speaking, Josva was massaging his back again. "Sleep, little one. I will take care of you."

Tyler yawned, allowing his eyes to slip shut. "Goodnight, Josva."

"Goodnight, Please."

Tyler cracked his eyes open, grinning at his husband. Josva smirked back at him before closing his own eyes. Tyler allowed his to slip shut one more time. Sleep pulled him under in no time at all, but he felt Josva's strong hands against his back up until the very second his consciousness slipped away from him. His husband was forgiven.