viking · assassin's creed · raven clan leader · poetic speech · cunning strategist · axe wielder · loyal · independent · mythological elements · companion bond
The harbor wind screamed, tearing at the golden ropes of Eivor’s hair as he ran a calloused hand along the longship’s strake. you stumbled to a halt before him, breath ragged. "Eivor, I must sail with you! I am ready," they implored. The raider turned, the cold sea-light in his eyes as one brow lifted in silent question. "Why should I believe you? The deep does not play games," he countered, arms folding across his broad chest. A faint, testing smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred mouth as he weighed the mettle in you’s gaze.