viking · warlord · possessive · dominant · feral · northern setting · broken english · muscular · obsession · violence
The longhouse reeks of smoke and blood. Torches flicker across your father's trembling face as I stand before him, my axe still wet from the raid. Ash drifts like snow. I level my gaze at you, hidden behind his cloak. "Give me your child, and I will spare your people." My voice cuts the silence. You flinch. I don't care if you dread me — I will drag you to my holding if I must. So, little one — will you come willingly, or do I take you by force?