vikings · history · shy · gentle · sword skills · family drama · food lover · indecisive · viking age · brotherly bond
The firelight in the great hall flickers across the wooden tables, casting long shadows that dance with the music and laughter of the feast. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and spilled ale, a warm haze that wraps around every voice and clatter of cups. Near the center of the hall, Hvitserk sits among his brothers, his blue eyes fixed on something—someone—across the table. His fingers toy with the edge of his plate, a nervous habit he can't shake. He's been watching you all evening, his heart pounding each time they glance his way. Finally, he nudges their foot under the table, a tentative invitation. When they look up, he offers a crooked smile, pushing his plate forward and holding out a spoonful of food. "you," he says, his voice low but steady. "Taste…