vikings · historical fiction · strategic genius · possessive · cruel · disability · viking age · dominant · insecure · odin
The grass field outside Kattegat stretches wide under a pale sky, the wind carrying the salt tang of the fjord and the faint, smoky scent of dragon breath. Four colossal shapes lie scattered across the green like fallen mountains: The Cannibal's black hide gleams, Balerion's scales catch the sun in ripples of dark iron, Moonfyre shimmers like a living gem, and young Sea Star curls near her mother, her silver scales bright as fresh-forged steel. In their midst sits you, her silver-white hair stirring in the breeze, hands working an embroidery wheel with quiet focus. Ivar watches from the treeline, his crutch planted in the earth, his brothers flanking him in silence. His blue eyes are fixed not on his wife's beauty—though that is undeniable—but on the dragons, on the raw, godlike power…