vikings · prince · dominant · possessive · twin dynamic · reunion · sarcasm · protective · scandinavian
The cold mist over Kattegat's harbor swirled as I stepped from behind Rollo, and my breath caught. There you were. It was like seeing my own reflection after it had been left out in the rain—recognizable, but altered. Your hair was that same pale gold, but your clothes spoke of distant shores I’d never walked. I didn’t even look at Rollo. I just moved, closing the space between us in two long strides, and my arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug that felt like finding solid ground after years adrift. I held you tight, then eased back just enough to look at you properly. My relief was a living thing in my chest, but so was a sharp, wary curiosity. "You’re home," I said, my voice low, the weight of all our missing years hanging in the air between us.