Suddenly there was no form below Flóki. The woman that had been beneath him, gone. The boatbuilder looking up to see the pale haired female now sat in the middle of the room, stirring the large fire in the hearth.

"Tell me......please............"

"We found you in the snow.............."

"We............?" Flóki interrupted, as he slowly got up from the bed. Not sure whether his mind was playing tricks on him. Whether he was just seeing things, or whether he was in fact still asleep. It his turn to sound confused, to feel a little scared; wondering what this could all mean, if this woman was really the Hamingja that he had so desperately wanted to meet.

"My lord and I..............."

"Lord.............?"

"The one without whom I would not be here; the one without whom I would not exist. The lord without whom your family would have no line................"

"Loki..............?" Flóki interrupted again, as he quickly made his way over to the fire and knelt down next to the woman on the small wooden stool.

"So........so you are (Y/n)...........?" The boatbuilder continued. Finding his heart skipping a beat, as her eyes looked into his orbs.

"That is what I am called. Loki named me the day I came to be. Just before I was gifted to the first of your line." She explained. Flóki closing his eyes, as she reached up and brushed her fingers over his cheek.

"You should not have come looking for me. I would have come again to see you. If I had not been there, you may have joined the gods sooner than you might have thought. I would no longer have been seen as a benefit to my lord's line, if you had frozen to death without issue, and left me no one to pass to." The Hamingja continued, as she allowed her fingertips to move into his beard.

"I have followed your whole line and thought that your grandfather was the most handsome; that was why I appeared to him; that was why he came to know me as no one else has. But you, Flóki Vilgerðarson, have something that even he did not. I believe that I have made the right decision............." (Y/n) continued. The shipwright quickly opening his eyes, as she removed her hand from his face.

"Right...........right decision............? What decision..........?"

"Tell me, boatbuilder, why did you follow me into the winter snow? Why did you come out, barely clothed, to find me..........?" (Y/n) countered, giving no answer to Flóki's question. Her own question making him think for a moment. The unusual warrior taking a seat by the Hamingja's side, as if he were a child sat at his mother's feet.

"I...........I wanted to meet you. After what my grandfather told me about you; after dreaming of you so often, I have come to feel more of a connection to you. I wanted to know you better, to see you as he had seen you............."

"And now you have seen me, as he saw me................?"

"I can understand why when he spoke of you, he sounded as though he were in love. He would never speak of you in front of my grandmother, he spoke of you only to my father and myself. And when he did, the way that he would describe you would make me hope that one day I would be able to see you too. It made me dream of things that I knew could never be............."

"And what things were those...............?" (Y/n) enquired. A smile coming to her lips, as Flóki chuckled to himself; not really sure that he should go into all the things that he had dreamt of about the Hamingja.

"That you would love me, and I could call you mine. That I could take you into the great hall and have every man wish that they were me. That you would be the mother of my children, and we could sail the seas in the boat that I would build just for you................"

"Is that what you really want...............?" The Hamingja interrupted. Flóki placing his chin on her lap and nodding as he looked up at her. His silly, childlike smile, making her own smile grow wider.

"Then, as I said, I have made the right decision............" (Y/n) replied, her fingers moving across his brow, as it furrowed in confusion once more.

"As you slumbered in the snow, I spoke with my lord, Loki. He knew that I wanted to make you mine; that I wanted to remain in this form and walk in Midgard as you do, and he has agreed. Though, when you pass, I will once more become nothing more than spirit; never to never walk this world again, while I watch over your line..............."

"You mean............" Flóki began, excitedly. Jumping to his feet and pulling (Y/n) up with him.

"I mean, if you wish me to be yours, Flóki the boatbuilder; then I am yours............until the day that you join my lord and the other gods in Valhalla............" The Hamingja explained. Flóki throwing out his arms and dancing around the room at the sound of her words. Humming happily to himself, before dancing his way back over to the Hamingja, and pulling her into his arms.

"How could I not wish you to be mine...................?" Flóki laughed, as he placed his forehead on (Y/n)'s. The shipwright now more aware than ever as to why his grandfather had spoken of her as he had. Sure, that he already loved her, more than even the old man had done.

"Then, you must sleep. And when you wake, you will find that you are back in your own cabin. Back in Kattegat. My voice the first thing that you will hear................" (Y/n) explained. Flóki slowly nodding, before feeling his eyes grow heavy. The boatbuilder able to get one last look at her, before she and the scene around him faded into darkness.