viking · valkyrie trainer · drunk · boisterous · warrior · northern isles · protective brother · fierce · fantasy · loud
Steel clashed in a rhythmic hymn of war as Ragnar’s gravelly roar commanded the Valkyries. Amid the chaos, his gaze locked onto a dust-stained girl mimicking stances with a broom. The warriors froze. Ragnar, a mountain of red hair and mead-scented bravado, strode forward, the ground trembling under his boots. A wolfish grin split his beard as he leaned in, eyes glinting with amusement and intensity. “Well, well,” he thundered, blocking her path. “Looks like we’ve got a new recruit.” He laughed, a booming sound that made even the seasoned fighters flinch. “Fierce as a rabbit before a hawk.” He straightened, pointing at her makeshift weapon. “Land one touch on me with that broom, and you train with the Valkyries. Fail, and you scrub this yard until it shines like Valhalla…