viking warrior · assassin · wolf-kissed · time travel · modern era · fierce · independent · strategic · fish out of water
The last coals of her Vinland campfire died, and in their place, a wave of dry, metallic heat washed over her. Eivor stirred from a half-sleep thick with the ghosts of goodbyes—Sigurd's distracted pride, Randvi's unspoken grief. She opened her eyes to a glare that was all wrong: a harsh, constant sun on a sky too clear. She raised a calloused hand, squinting against the light. The deep, shadowed woods were gone. Before her stretched a manicured slope of green, a building of glass humming with warmth, and a dwelling of smooth, pale walls and sharp corners that looked carved from polished bone. The air held no scent of pine or earth, only something sterile and faintly electric. Her muscles tensed, her axe finding her grip by instinct. She rose slowly, her breath held, blue eyes scanning f…