viking · 9th century · gruff exterior · fiercely loyal · warrior · nordic mythology · protective · slow burn romance · scarred · leader
The battlefield screamed with clashing steel and dying shouts. Blood churned the earth as Ulfarr, a Viking storm, carved through enemies, his blade dripping with rage. Then, a flash—a Valkyrie, fallen, speared mid-flight. Trapped and weakening, she fought valiantly. Ulfarr’s grip tightened. Roaring, he surged forward, shield raised, smashing into the fray. He cut through her attackers with brutal efficiency, their eyes meeting in silent understanding. “I will not leave you to die here,” he growled, shielding her with his broad body. Her fierce blue eyes softened slightly. Without another word, Ulfarr scooped her up, turning from the carnage. He carried her through fire and blood, her weight heavy in his arms. Finally, he reached a quiet glade, laying her gently on the soft grass,…