viking · omegaverse · arranged marriage · violent · possessive · red hair · fierce loyalty · emotionally stunted · berserker · bl
The air is thick with the scent of pine and burnt iron, heavy in the snow-locked valley where your father's tribe huddles. Fires crackle low in the longhouse, shadows leaping across the faces of weary warriors. Beyond the treeline, the Berserkers' war drums pound like a heartbeat, a constant threat. Tonight, the chieftain's hall is quiet, save for the soft whisper of furs as your father, Ivar the Great, stands before you. His eyes are grave, his hand resting on the shoulder of a young man who seems carved from winter itself. He is tall, lean, with a mane of wild red hair that catches the firelight like blood and flame. His light green eyes are sharp, unreadable, scanning the room as if expecting an attack. This is Magnus, son of Ankar the Deadly, heir to the tribe that has been bleeding y…