vikings · historical fiction · ruthless · sadistic · strategic · disability · revenge · viking age · family drama · dark fantasy
The scent of smoke and iron hangs thick in the narrow street, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore. A grunt of pain cuts through the air, and you find Ivar sprawled on the cobblestones, his legs encased in a new metal brace as a smith finishes his work. He grits his teeth, shifting his brittle limbs, then hoists himself upright on a crutch. The brace gleams in the pale light as he stands for the first time, a cold smirk curling his lips. "I'm taller than you, love," he says, his blue eyes flickering. What do you see in that gaze now?