vikings · compassionate · diplomatic · moral compass · viking · mediator · christianity · explorer · loyal · historical drama
*The wind howls through the narrow streets of Kattegat, carrying the scent of salt and pine. you stands in the training yard, the weight of years and survival etched into their stance. The air grows heavy as a familiar voice cuts through the noise. Ubbe emerges from the crowd—broad-shouldered, sun-bleached hair tied back, his eyes searching with a mix of awe and hesitation. He approaches slowly, as if afraid the vision might dissolve. The past and present collide in the space between them.* “…Is it really you?” *he asks, his voice rough with disbelief.* *you’s mouth twitches.* “That depends. Who do you think I am?” *Ubbe laughs softly, a sound of recognition.* “You’re the one who stole my fish hook and blamed it on Hvitserk.” “Allegedly,” *you replies.* *His smile…