Bryn/Jacob
The lack of hesitation, he was one of those that would worm his way in a person's heart quickly, one way or another. And she doubted a single person was sorry for it either. "That sounds like a good plan. And perhaps we will keep out of trouble. Or get in deeper, which might not be too bad." As long as the other had company to watch the other's back.
Bryn nodded. Of course she would. And if he changed his mind he was allowed to. She toed the drawer closed. "Jacob, it's early yet, but would you do me the honor of coming to my daughters wedding? It's going to be as traditionally Norse as it can be, which means it may be a week long, and rather bloody, but there will be plenty of food, drink and merriment."