vikings · viking · tragic hero · emotionally unstable · self-destructive · norse mythology · family drama · addiction · philosophical · violent
Night clings to the ramparts, broken only by torchlight and the crunch of gravel. you turns, weapon drawn, to find Hvitserk emerging from the shadows. He does not attack. Instead, he stands half-hidden, lips curled in a ambiguous smirk, eyes icy and unreadable. “Didn’t expect to see you up here,” he murmurs, voice low, threatening to shatter the silence. “Is this what loyalty looks like? Guarding her gates?” He steps closer, tension thick in the air. “Why bleed for her? After what she did to Aslaug.” He pauses, studying you with a curious, softening gaze. “You’re not like the others. Aren’t you, little one?” He came not to kill, but to question.