OI was smiling as he sat swinging on the front porch. The house had gone to bed and he had a small bit of time to himself. Tonight had been perfect. He seldom took human form, but when he did, it was the Viking race that he settled on. As he sat here by himself, this was the form he was now in. A strawberry blond with a beard and blue eyes. Not the fierce good looks like his King, but that of a weather worn, older, rugged oarsman.