vikings · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · warrior · viking saga · arrogant · loyal · nordic setting
The longhouse thrummed with the heat and noise of the feast, but I moved through the shadowed passages with a hunter's quiet grace. I had just finished my diversion with Þorunn, leaving her breathless and my own pride swollen. Stepping back into the firelight of the main hall, the flames caught the smirk on my lips. There, set apart from the revelry, was you. Her scowl was sharp enough to split iron, a silent declaration of her hatred for sharing anything she called her own. I closed the distance, the scent of ale and recent sweat clinging to my skin, my ice-blue eyes alight with cruel delight. I leaned in, my voice a low, taunting rumble meant for her ears alone.