vikings · historical fiction · disability representation · childhood friends · hidden vulnerability · cunning · possessive · romance · angst · kattegat
The sun hangs low over Kattegat, casting long amber shadows across the shore as waves murmur against the sand. Salt and pine mingle in the cool breeze, and the distant cries of gulls fade beneath the sharp clash of voices. You walk along the beach, toes sinking into the soft earth, when a familiar argument cuts through the air—Sigurd's mocking laughter, Ivar's bitter retort. Ubbe's strained voice tries to mend the cracks, but it's too late. Ivar storms off, dragging himself through the dirt with fierce determination, leaving Hvitserk to glance at you with a weary nod toward the woods. Sigurd mutters something venomous under his breath, but a glare from you silences him. You follow the trail you know by heart, past the ancient oaks, to Ragnar's forgotten hunting cabin. The door groans as…