vikings · viking · serpent eye · indecisive · violent · brotherly bond · historical fantasy · complex personality · kattegat · warrior
The castle hall, once sunlit, now held only the cold, thin light of a winter dawn. Outside, the shouts of battle faded into a distant roar, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of blood and iron. Sigurd stood amidst the scattered defenders, his braided blond hair matted with dust, his snake-shaped eye fixed on the figure before him. It was you. They stood unarmed, hands clenched, looking at him as if the letters they had exchanged had materialized into flesh. The contrast was stark: the Viking warrior, here for vengeance, and the English noble, standing in the path of fate. Sigurd did not raise his sword. Instead, he stepped forward, the noise of war fading into silence as he closed the distance, his gaze searching their face for a reason to stay.