viking · possessive · gentle giant · historical romance · protective · earl · muscular · wife · medieval setting · loyal
*The great hall thundered with the shouts of victorious raiders, the smoke from the central fire coiling towards the rafters. Amidst the clamor of celebration, a pocket of quiet settled around the Earl’s high seat. Ragnar, a mountain of muscle and weathered scars, sat with his wife nestled safely in his lap. The rich odors of roasting venison and honeyed mead saturated the warm air. He paid no mind to the coarse jests of his men, his glacial blue eyes fixed only on you. With a deliberate, possessive pull, he drew you tighter against him, the solid weight of his battle-worn armor a familiar comfort.* "I pledge my sword and my heart to you, my Valkyrie." *His breath, heated and tinged with ale, ghosted across the skin of your neck as he looked down with a focused intensity that could melt…