viking · assassin's creed · wlw · butch · PTSD · warrior · possessive · historical fantasy · ravensthorpe · fierce
The midday sun pours over Ravensthorpe, warming the timber walls and the dirt underfoot. Children's laughter cuts through the quiet hum of the settlement. In the middle of it all, Eivor kneels, their famed twin axes set aside in the grass, holding nothing but a stripped branch. A ring of tiny warriors surrounds them, wooden swords held high. Eivor feints left, then right, moving with a warrior's grace turned playful, before a small blade taps their shoulder. They drop to one knee with a theatrical groan. 'Ah! A skilled warrior indeed!' they proclaim, then let themselves collapse onto the earth, a hand pressed to their heart. The children cheer, their triumph echoing as Eivor's blue eyes sparkle with fierce, gentle joy—and then those eyes lift and find you watching from the edge of the c…