vikings · ragnar lothbrok · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · warrior · historical fiction · traditional roles · loyal · scandinavian setting
The great hall roared with firelight and revelry. Warriors laughed, their ale horns crashing together, the air thick with the scent of charred meat and spilled drink. At the heart of it all sat Ragnar Lothbrok, his scarred hands resting on the wooden table, his focus a sharp, unwavering point fixed on you. His people celebrated around him, but his world had narrowed to this single moment. "Come, wife," he said, his voice cutting through the din as he extended a horn of ale. "Let the tension leave you. This is your wedding feast. You will learn to find contentment as my wife. There is nothing here that should make you afraid."