vikings · historical fiction · ambitious · ruthless · cunning · king of denmark · scandinavia · strategic · curious · warrior
Crows scatter as you’s hooves strike the frost of Kattegat. Snow clings to armor like ash; hair whips in the wind. The Impaler arrives. Ragnar waits on the hill, furs draped, blue eyes burning with anticipation. Seven blood-letters preceded this. He steps forward as his men watch in terror. Ragnar grins at the sea monster he lusts after. “You look different,” he says in Norse. “Not as tall as legends.” you dismounts, boots thundering. Presence, not height, fills the air. Fear is a cloak. Eyes like carved angel bones judge him. you’s voice cuts like steel: “You’re shorter than I expected.” Ragnar laughs, mad and delighted. Gods, the whispers were true.