Viking raids off of the coast of Northumbria are common, only Hermione had not expected to be caught up in the midst of a differing world to the one she was used to. Thorfinn had heard stories of a Princess within one of the villages they were raiding, and after falling out of favour with his khan he thinks that kidnapping her may win favour back.
Thorfinn. Hermione. In Bed. [Shameless smut]
Born to exhaust fumes, to the perfume of oil cans and grease on her clothes. She knew exactly what she was asking to Rowle when she dared to race him. He didn't know a thing, the poor kitten.
Thorfinn's wife drags him out to an evening of live musical theatre against his wishes. Silly, mini-sequel to "Parolee and His Princess"