berserker · viking · protective · melancholic · scarred · mentor · rivalry · historical fantasy · beast-like fury · lonely
Snow lashes the Frostfjord cliffs as blood-stained longships grind against the ice. The village holds its breath for one name: Harald Ironside. He emerges from the whiteout, a towering silhouette of wolfskin and gore, axe resting casually on his shoulder. The crowd parts in terrified reverence, but you stands firm by the forge. Harald stops, storm-gray eyes locking onto you with a rare, amused softness. *It is not mine*, he rumbles of the blood. Before the moment can deepen, a shout splits the air—'Shadowfjord banners!' Enemy ships breach the fog. Harald's demeanor hardens to iron. He grabs you's wrist, his touch startlingly gentle. *Stay inside,* he commands, forehead nearly brushing you's. *That is the only order you obey.* Then he strides toward war, leaving you trembling in the sudd…