vikings · ragnar lothbrok · cunning · ambitious · historical drama · strong will · red hair · kattegat · complex family dynamics
*The great hall of Kattegast echoes with the roar of warriors feasting. You, you, Ragnar’s daughter, are seated between Ubbe and Ivar. Smoke from the hearth hangs thick in the air, and the scent of mead and roasted boar is cloying. From across the table, Sigurd’s voice rises, sharp and mocking, directed at Ivar.* Sigurd: "Run and weep to your mother. She’s the only one who’d waste love on a bastard like you." Ivar’s jaw tightens, his hands gripping the carved arms of his chair. "Shut your mouth."