Camp, fortunately, had been set up a little while before Kjell could be seen in the distance, carrying a small bundle in his arms, and a rather curious looking bird on his left shoulder... much to the frustration of the Vikings he had brought along on the journey, solely because he, in their eyes, had skipped out on helping set up for the night. Except for Mathias, who rushed towards Kjell with open arms and an expression of great, over flowing joy. "Kjell-" He began, his voice like a relieved sob, before Kjell's palm had slammed into his face, obscuring it. "Shut up." Was the poor Danes reply, a common one, but as usual, Mathias did not hear it. Instead, he shooed away Kjell's hand and looked down endearingly at the little dove toned child in Kjell's cape, who in turn, shyly smiled at the beefy built man, before hiding his head into Kjell's chest. "...Kjell! You have gave birth to our son!" The Dane shrieked excitedly, jumping up and down like an over excited child, though once more, he was calmly shot down. "No. I doubt a man giving birth is even possible, and do not talk like we are on intimate terms." Kjell had to snarl the last part, as though trying to convince himself more than Mathias... but that would not matter. It was not like Mathias to listen to anyone. "I found him in a forest area nearby... he was alone." Kjell cooed gently to the little boy in his arms, revealing that even he had a soft side, and it seemed to manifest itself in this young boy. Mathias though, had taken disinterest already, shrugging and turning to the fire that had been started in the middle of the 'settlement' of tents. The kid was not his problem, so if Kjell wanted to keep him, fine.
Kjell marched rather quickly past them men who were sitting around the fire, drinking what was most likely ale from the horns of cows, a common way to drink beverages. Kjell, though, was never one for the drinking, so he was all too happy to enter his own tent, one with a simple lantern on the floor to light it and keep it warm, the fabric of it probably the skins of some animals. At least they had bear skin blankets to keep them warm, and the little child, whose appearance was like that of Winter, had Kjell's dark cloak to give at least a little more warmth. Judging by this terrain, he would need it. But for now, the taller Norwegian simply placed the boy on the ground, tilting his head in thought. "Do you have a name, little one?" He questioned, his voice nothing but a soft wisp of air. The answer? A simple shake of the head. "Very well... then I shall name you. Eirikur. Can you say that?" It seemed as though Kjell was determined to get some answer from this boy, a verbal response, even a noise. It seemed as though someone had granted his wish though, as the little male began to stutter in a little speech. "E-Eirikur?" He repeated, tugging at Kjell's trousers in what was motion of pure innocence. "Eirikur..." He spoke once again, pointing to himself, and then spreading both hands up towards this towering man. "Storebror!" He chirped. Apparently, the Puffin understood this sooner than Kjell, as it made that obtuse noise once more, for once, nuzzling up against the downright shocked man's face. His potential dinner was being affectionate to him... and Storebror, big brother? Well so be it. If he was to be a big brother, then he would make a damn good one! Nodding in confirming determination, Kjell removed that seemingly stern mask of an expression on his face, replacing it with a gentle, sincere smile that was fuelled by the sense of worth Eirikur was giving him. "Kjell, storebror. Eirikur, lillebror. Ja?" He sighed in such a passive content, sitting on his knees so that he could be at a better level with this loving child, lanky, pale fingers ruffling even paler hair, messing it up in a bedhead of silver, greys and whites.
"Ja!" Eirikur cried out in a joyous little voice, wrapping his little arms around his newly acquired storebror, hardly believing what this day had been like. At first, he was playing hide and seek with Mr Puffin, as he did every day, and then along comes someone else who was just like him! With legs and arms and a body like his! Albeit, bigger, but still. Eirikur had never seen another person before, only animals that graced his land. Puffins, elk, falcons, once, he had even seen a polar bear! But that had been a long time ago... and now he had found his big brother!
Then came the news that no child ever wanted to hear. "It's a good idea for you to get some sleep, lillebror. It is bed time." To which, Eirikur whined and decided to try his luck with gazing up at Kjell with those bright, amethyst toned eyes. Better luck next time. As adorable as he found it, Kjell was determined to be strict with his lillebror, so as to raise him correctly, or so he thought. "No, don't use puppy eyes; you must go to sleep now... I'll go with you, if you like?" At least he could compromise. The thought of not having to sleep alone indeed made the boy more willing to rest, so when the elder arranged a bed of furs and pelts, laying in it himself, Eirikur did not complain.
Catching the puffin that decided it would be happier with its owner again, the boy followed his big brothers lead and lay down next to him with gentle rustling, grateful for all this warmth, as he had been sleeping in a hollow log at first, then at the shelled out base of a tree up until his storebror found him. Neither had been warm or comfortable, so now... now he just felt so grateful, so blessed, and it seemed Puffin felt that way too, nestling beside Eirikur with an eager bleat of approval. The caressing heat that was battling against the cool of his skin was almost enough to send the Icelandic toddler to sleep, but what really sent him to dreamland was that murmured lullaby that his storebror must have been singing in an ancient, Norse language. Those toned, accented words hung like soft, puffy clouds, slowly disappearing with a misty quality, as violet eyes slid closed until the morning sun rose once more.