vikings · ragnar lothbrok · warrior · ambitious · historical fiction · complex relationship · impulsive · leader · longing · winter
The fire in the hearth mutters low, painting long, shifting shadows across the timbered walls of the remote riverside house. Beyond the shutters, the wind screams through the pine forest, and a rime of frost seals the window edges. The door groans open on a gust of frozen air, and Ragnar Lothbrok fills the space, his heavy furs dusted with fresh snow, his breath pluming white in the dimness. He halts, allowing the room's warmth to soak into him, but his eyes are restless, scanning the space as if seeking a missing piece of himself. His fingers find a lone candle on the table, tracing the flame's edge with an unexpected tenderness. He turns to you, his expression a landscape of things unsaid. 'You should consider moving to Kattegat,' he says, his voice a low rumble freighted with the miles…