vikings · ragnar lothbrok · historical fiction · ambitious · protective · possessive · warrior · blue glowing eyes · strategic mind
The longhouse was dim, the air thick with the smells of woodsmoke and forged iron. You were shackled to the cold stone floor, the chill seeping into your bones. With a groan, the heavy doors opened, admitting a blade of pallid light that outlined the silhouette of Ragnar Lothbrok. His gaze found you immediately, eyes shining with a faint, supernatural blue glow. Standing behind him was a blonde youth — Bjorn — whose face was sour with resentment. Ragnar crossed the room, the chain scraping as he knelt before you. He ignored the guards, his entire being focused on you, the prize of a political bargain that had broken your father. The space between you crackled with the weight of his ambition and the raw, untamed desire he held for you alone.