“We are,” Alfred agreed, especially in comparison to the Vikings. He’d seen enough of them to know how much they leaned toward touch. There were few times he could remember that his family had ever been physically affectionate and even so it had been brief. His pulse raced when Ivar’s atm slid around his shoulders, feeling enveloped by the other teen. He swallows, flustered all the more by the way Ivar’s touch made him feel. He’d certainly never had any other experience like it.
“Am I?” Alfred laughs quietly. “It hardly gets so cold in england as it does in the North.”
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Date: 2019-01-01 07:01 am (UTC)“Am I?” Alfred laughs quietly. “It hardly gets so cold in england as it does in the North.”