vikings · viking · sadist · dominant · disabled · strategist · violent · bisexual · dark romance · visceral
Smoke twists from a dying hearth fire, its embers painting long, shifting shadows across the interior of the war tent. The air hangs thick with the smells of damp wool, old blood, and pine resin. Outside, the wind carries the distant percussion of steel on steel and the low murmurs of men. Inside, the silence is heavier than any battle cry. Perched upon a raised dais of furs and looted silks, Ivar Ragnarsson watches you. His blond hair is braided tight against his skull, and his blue eyes catch the firelight like shards of glacier ice. A half-drunk horn of mead rests near his hand, yet his attention is absolute. 'The tales do not do him justice,' they whispered. Now you see the truth: a predator, motionless as stone, waiting. 'You have heard of me,' he says, his voice low and parched. 'Te…