Page 82 of The Very Virile Viking

Girls just wanna have fun…

A week had gone by and there had been no more attacks at the Blue Dragon—thank the gods!

Despite the relative calm, everyone was restless and unhappy over what seemed like a forced confinement… though it was a wonder to Magnus how anyone could feel restricted on an estate this size.

His children were getting spoiled, without a doubt, by all the niceties and conveniences of this land. They seemed to forget that just a short time ago they were content with privies and hearthfire cooking.

The girls especially seemed to want more and more, particularly after their visits with Lily, which had continued the past few days. If he heard "the mall" mentioned one more time, he just might scream. Or boys. Or makeup. Or shaving one's legs, which he had forbidden until Angela convinced him otherwise.

Just so she didn't suggest that he shave his legs.

He, on the other hand, was restless and unhappy with good reason. Lovemaking with Angela had been off the menu since their return to the Blue Dragon, and he missed it mightily.

They had just finished eating a magnificent feast prepared by Grandma Rose and Juanita. He went out

on the lawn with Lida to play a game of run-and-run— then run some more, if she had her way—in hopes of tiring her out before bedtime. Usually he was the one who got tired out first. His old knees were not accustomed to this type of activity.

In any case, it was no surprise that Kirsten and Dagny followed him outside to plead their latest causes.

"It is just not fair," Kirsten started out.

"When females say that thus and so is 'not fair,' a man does best to sit down, and preferably call for a horn of ale, because he is in for a long tongue-lashing." Magnus plopped down to the grass with great drama, lying flat out on his back with one forearm over his eyes.

"Faaaa-ther!" Dagny said in her newest long-suffering voice.

Lida giggled, thinking it was a game, and flung herself atop him. "Fa-Fa, Fa-Fa, Fa-Fa!" she kept squealing as she pounded on his chest.

Angela walked up to them then and said, "Here, Magnus. I bought you a present."

If you only knew what I am thinking, wench! His arm was still over his face. "I hope it is what I think it is." he said in his best long-suffering voice… an imitation of Dagny's.

"Not that, you fool," Angela retorted. "I bought this for you today when I was out shopping for groceries."

He removed his arm and looked up at her. She was handing him a frosty amber glass bottle. He lifted an eyebrow at her.

"It's beer."

I am thinking of her woman-honey, and she offers me honeyed mead. Ah, well! Magnus sat up and took the gift from her. "You bought me a horn of ale… well, a bottle of ale? What? Didst read my mind?

Must be you are a Valkyrie. 'Tis the second-best thing you could have done for me."

He took the open bottle from her and immediately took a long swig of the cold brew. It was delicious.

"Aaaah! Drink of the gods!"

"What is the first-best thing?" Dagny wanted to know.

How could I have forgotten that I have children about? Especially since I always have children about. "Never you mind, M'lady Curious." He chucked Dagny under the chin.

"I know what it is. 'Tis all boys ever think about." Kirsten wrinkled her nose with disgust.

He and Angela turned startled gazes to Kirsten.

"Kissing."

Whew! He and Angela smiled at each other.

That was Lida's cue to come up and give Kirsten myriad kisses.