vikings · historical fiction · dominant · cruel · disabled · strategic · first time · vulnerable · possessive · viking age
The firelight in the small lakeside hut casts dancing shadows on the walls, the scent of pine and damp earth mixing with the crackling flames. Outside, the distant lapping of water against the shore blends with the muffled voices of Ivar's brothers as they retreat. Ivar sits on a pile of furs, his crutches propped against the wall, his pale eyes fixed on you. He clenches his jaw, trying to steady his hands. "So," he says, his voice low and strained. "you is my prize tonight."