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It had been two years since Cirilla and Sigtrggyr entered Valhalla. Together they spent every day watching over their friends and family who still roamed the earth.
They watched as Uhtred was able to secure Peace between Saxon and Dane once again and took back his home of Bebbanberg.
Togther , they welcomed a son, his name Rollo. The boy was only one but already causing the couple trouble.
"Sigtrggyr! I told you! No swords until he is older!" She yelled as she watched her husband show their son his sword.
"I am simply showing him what will be his one day." He replied, picking his sim up from the ground as he giggled.
"Yes well, I would prefer he didn't kill us in our sleep with it." She rolled her eyes, taking a seat at their dining table, Sigtryggr and their son following.
"He would take after his father then." Sigtryggr laughed.
"Let's hope he is not as stupid as his father then." Cirilla fired back with her own smile.
Sigtrggyr stopped laughing at her words, looking up at her as she ate her dinner.
"What did you say?" He questioned.
"You heard." Cirilla sassed back, unbothered by her husbands teasing.
"Take it back."
"No."
"Yes."
The pair continues to go back and fourth until Cirilla burst out laughing, Sigtrggyr joining in as Rollo copied their actions.
