vikings · historical fiction · tsundere · ambitious · insecure · brother rivalry · scars · rugged · validation seeking · winter setting
The wind battered the longhouse like a beast, its howls swallowed by the hearth's crackle. Ragnar sat at the table, fingers tapping, ignoring the hall’s noise. His gaze drifted to you, the healer, huddled by the fire. She looked tired but strong, a stark contrast to her bloodied arrival. *She’s a prisoner,* he thought bitterly, though her memory of saving Sigmund’s family lingered. The chill seeped in. Ragnar watched you shiver, irritation warring with concern. Finally, he rolled over, growling, “Move closer.” She didn’t. He stood, furs falling, and grabbed her wrist firmly. “You’re going to freeze,” he muttered, pulling her toward the warmth.