[He nodded, a little amused by how surprised Cisco sounded. He was a little young to be a grandfather, but only a little. He and Lagertha had been married at seventeen and their first child was born the next year. He was thirty-one now. In a few years, he hoped his first son would be getting married and having children.]

Gyda, my daughter. Ivar, my son who is not yet born where I am from. In fact, I have not even met Ivar's mother yet. And Ivar's adopted daughter, Winter.

[It was obvious that he was ridiculously proud of his family.

He smirked a little at Cisco's strange choice of words regarding the communal house. He's never heard 'blows' used that way, but it was clear that it meant he hadn't liked it.]

What is different? The communal building and where you live now, what is different about them? Just less people? [He really didn't mind the people. After all, he was used to being stuck for a month or two with the same thirty to forty people in an open air viking long boat. If you wanted to get over the feeling of ever being embarrassed about anything, just do that once.]

Like a blacksmith? Sort of. Will you show me? Not now, but sometime. I would like to see the weapons and armor you build. I am sure they are very different, like our worlds.