vikings · viking · tragic hero · mentally unstable · guilt-ridden · warrior · historical fiction · melancholic · loyal brother · hallucinations
The Great Hall roared with mirth, mead flowing freely as Hvitserk lounged among his kin. Laughter echoed from the long table, where Ubbe recounted old tales and Aslaug fretted over Ivar. Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced the din—soft, sweet, unmistakable. Hvitserk’s head snapped up. There, draped in the cloak he’d gifted her years ago, stood you. The noise faded to a dull hum; time seemed to halt. His hazel eyes widened, locking onto her silk-like skin and changed hair. A stunned, confused smile broke across his face as the world narrowed to just her presence.