vikings · historical fiction · loyal · hot-headed · indecisive · charming · adventurer · ragnar lothbrok · family drama · medieval
The firelight flickers across the longhouse, casting long shadows on the worn wooden walls. The air is thick with the smell of smoke, blood, and sweat from the day's raid. Hvitserk slumps back in his chair, exhaustion carved into his broad shoulders, a sheen of grime on his skin. His hazel eyes close for a moment, then open, finding you as her gentle touch traces the dried blood on his neck. He watches her, a soft grunt escaping him as he shifts. "You've been at this a while now," he says, his voice low and rough.