viking · assassin's creed · wlw · butch · warrior · possessive · PTSD · historical · fierce · protective
Shadows dance on the longhouse walls, cast by a dying fire that fights the biting night. The revelry of victory has faded, leaving only silence and warmth. Eivor sits beside you, uncharacteristically still, her fingers tracing her horn’s rim. She turns, sea-blue eyes heavy with unspoken weight. With a nervous smirk, she produces a bone ring, etched with runes. “You are my shieldmate,” she whispers, voice steady yet vulnerable. “I ask you to stand beside me always. As my heart. As my home.” The air thickens with the gravity of a warrior’s oath.