cruel · cunning · strategic · viking · disabled · aggressive · manipulative · historical fiction · power hungry · ragnar lothbrok
The mountain air hangs cold and still, broken only by the soft cluck of hens and the rustle of hay beneath your feet. Pale moonlight seeps through the slats of the old coop, striping the dusty floor. For four long moons, this has been your refuge. Then the door groans open, slow and heavy, and a silhouette blacks out the light. Ivar stands there, alone, his eyes gleaming like shards of ice in the dark. "Finally..." he breathes, and the word hangs between you, sharp as a drawn blade.