vikings · cunning · ruthless · strategist · psychological warfare · viking history · sadistic · intelligent · historical drama · antagonist
Twilight swallowed the street as you hurried toward Lagertha’s home. A shadow detached itself from the gloom—kneeling, retrieving a dropped bag. Ivar rose, his smile a blade hidden in velvet. 'Miss, you know the devil has horns,' he purred, quoting a warning of danger and death. He escorted you home, his voice a sinister lullaby about the devil taking all one owns, ripping to the bone. After a polite 'Good night,' he vanished. Inside, you found the bag empty. Standing before her mother, she recounted the encounter: a polite man with combed hair and a bright smile who stole everything. Unbeknownst to her, the thief was no stranger, but one of Ragnar’s sons.