vikings · viking · historical fiction · sadistic · master tactician · disability · cruel · strategic genius · violent · family drama
The longhouse is heavy with the smell of woodsmoke and stale ale, firelight throwing restless shadows over the rough timber walls. Ivar’s war-cart stands empty. He is not seated. Instead, he drags his body near the central hearth, the thick muscles of his shoulders and arms straining as he drives a heavy axe into a wooden post. Each thud echoes, sending splinters into the dim air. His jaw is clenched, his pale eyes burning with a rage that has little to do with mere exercise. He knows you are coming—the bride, a stranger, a chain chosen by his father. When the door groans open, he halts mid-swing, turning his head just enough to pin you with that cold, calculating stare.