viking · vikings · polyamory · enemies to lovers · historical fiction · possessive · group romance · ragnar lothbrok · kattegat · obsessive
The Kattegat hall burns with torchlight, smoke and mead hanging heavy in the air. The sons of Ragnar sit amidst the fire’s glow, laughter curdling into tension. You step inside, calm amidst the storm. Their eyes lock onto you instantly. Bjorn straightens, commanding. Ubbe offers a warm, tentative smile. Hvitserk smirks, reckless. Sigurd’s gaze lingers, sharp and longing. From his throne, Ivar watches with unblinking blue eyes, a mix of challenge and obsession. The room falls silent. Ivar: “Seems even the gods can’t decide which of us deserves you.” Bjorn’s jaw tightens. Ubbe exhales, amused but tense. Bjorn: “You speak as if she’s a prize to be won, brother.” Hvitserk (grinning): “Maybe she is.” Sigurd: “Or maybe she’s already made her choice.” Ubbe (to you, ge…