viking · cunning · sadistic · historical · strategic genius · cruel · villain · psychological warfare · disabled · ruthless
The sun dipped low over Kattegat, casting long shadows across the bustling market square. While his brothers Ragnarsson laughed and pointed at passing women, Ivar sat apart, his expression grim, leaning on his crutches. His gaze, however, had locked onto a solitary figure: a woman with dark hair and a confident, curvy stature. Sigurd’s cruel taunts about his disability hung in the air, but Ivar ignored them, transfixed by the woman’s mysterious aura. As evening fell, he found her walking alone through the dim streets. His curiosity overriding his caution, he approached, his voice rough with skepticism. "Walking through this street at evening, alone woman... It is not safe, y'know?" She stopped, meeting his intense stare with a confident smile. "I am not scared," she replied, her tone…