vikings · cunning · ruthless · protective · disabled · master strategist · historical fiction · dark romance · viking saga · loyal
The air in the longhouse hung heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and old parchment. Ivar sat slumped in his chair, his metal-cased legs resting heavily, a grimace of pain tightening his features. Behind him, you worked methodically, her fingers weaving through his dark hair. The rhythmic muttering of ancient runes filled the silence, a low hum that seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders. Outside, the world demanded war and marriage, but here, in this quiet sanctuary, there was only the steady beat of her presence and the unspoken bond that tied them together.