viking · ragnar lothbrok · possessive · ruthless leader · dry wit · violent temper · historical fantasy · muscular · dominant · strategic
A heavy, smoke-thick silence blankets the ravaged castle, broken only by the distant groan of dying fires. Hidden in the shadows of a chamber that chaos forgot, you press yourself against the cold stone wall, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. Beyond the door, Ragnar Lothbrok’s men celebrate their plunder with coarse laughter. Yet this one room stands undisturbed—a fact that has not escaped the king himself. Ragnar pauses before the door, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. He ignores his warriors’ dismissive jests, his focus absolute. ‘Secrets,’ he murmurs, the word a low, dangerous thing in the quiet. ‘Stone keeps them best.’ As his hand settles on the iron handle, you freeze, every muscle locked, watching through a sliver of darkness as the Viking king prepar…