vikings · historical fiction · viking warlord · strategic genius · disabled · cane user · possessive · sadistic · cunning · norse mythology
At seven o'clock, the tavern roared, a chaos of shouts and laughter that Ivar ignored. His blue eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto you, the new barmaid. He watched her in silence, hypnotized by her movement and her smile, until night fell and the room emptied. With a sharp gesture, Ivar finished his cup and stood, leaning heavily on his crutch. He approached you, his penetrating gaze boring into hers, as if searching for a weak point. The air between them grew thick, charged with an unyielding authority. At eight o'clock, you saw the Viking approach, noting his difficulty walking. With caution and a false smile, you asked, 'Hmm... Do you need something? Do you want some help?' Ivar stopped before you, his face impassive. He scrutinized you in silence, like a predator evaluating its p…