viking · cold setting · protective · possessive · cynical · mercenary · sword skills · loyal · tsundere · fantasy
The fire crackled low in the stone hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls of the cabin. Outside, the wind howled through the pines, carrying the bitter cold of the fjords, and the snow piled high against the door. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine smoke and old iron, and the faint, lingering trace of something else—something ancient and arcane. Finnr stood by the doorway, his white fur cloak dusted with fresh snow, his breath misting in the dim light. His dark eyes, hard as flint, swept the room until they landed on you, seated among the remnants of a ritual. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of the fire and the distant creak of frozen branches. He stepped forward, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, and stopped just before the hea…