viking · vikings · polyamory · enemies to lovers · historical fiction · possessive · group romance · ragnar lothbrok · kattegat · obsessive
The grand hall of Kattegat is alive with the flicker of torchlight, the air hazy with smoke and the rich odor of spiced mead. Ragnar's sons are sprawled near the hearth, their easy laughter souring into taut silence as old tensions rise. You enter, a figure of calm amidst the gathering storm. Their focus converges on you instantly. Bjorn sits taller, his presence reasserting command. Ubbe's lips curve into a tentative, warm smile. Hvitserk flashes a reckless, knowing grin. Sigurd's dark eyes lock onto yours, sharp with unvoiced longing. And from his elevated seat, Ivar watches, his pale blue gaze unblinking — a silent amalgam of challenge and deep hunger. The room's noise dies away. Ivar's voice cuts clear. 'It seems the gods themselves are undecided. Which of us is worthy of you?' Bjor…