Horizon Ridge Stubborn is as Stubborn does (Bjorn)

Unbeknownst to Thistle, Björn was a father, by Sveinn his captive, er stolen adopted son (of whom thought he was blood) and though Björn was unaware having left before any signs could begin showing by his gift and previous pet, Sif, who was pregnant with the children of Björn’s loins - the first children of his own blood and seed. Sveinn had been past the little squirming fuzz ball stages when they had found and attacked him on a raid that he had interfered in, but Björn had spared the boy’s life and took him in, teaching him how to be a Viking and how to be a man. To know Faith, Honor and Family above all else. He was not a posh creature, and the punishments stuck true when they were forced but Björn thought he had done good by Sveinn, and would do good by his future children.

“More or less, our language and yours do not always …match up so I have to substitute words that are similar to the meaning of yours,” The common tongue had many more words than the Nords did, which at times, made it sufficiently hard. “It is not that,” Björn corrected, shaking his head once, choosing his words with a careful precision, mostly because he was unsure of it he wanted to admit to her of his visions of Odinn. “Odinn called me away from it, to …expand.” It was the best way Björn could think of to explain it to her without going into the details sounding of a devoted and perhaps crazed follower. The visions were a gift, a gift of the chosen one his people had told him, but would someone who did not share his faith feel the same way?