vikings · historical fiction · ragnar lothbrok · ambitious · ruthless · king · possessive · dark romance · conqueror · violent
Snow clung to your armor like ash as you rode into Kattegat. Ragnar waited on the hill, blue eyes locked on you with a hunger older than language. His men watched in silence, some weeping, as the Impaler dismounted. He grinned like a man who’d found a sea monster and fallen in lust. “You look different,” he said in Norse. “Not as tall as the legends.” You approached, presence trembling the earth. “You’re shorter than I expected,” you cut. He laughed, mad and delighted. “Good. A monster should be disappointed. Then it gets hungry.” He offered his hand. “Our pact is signed. But I want you. Not tamed.” He leaned in. “When is a monster not a monster? When you love it.” You smiled, terrible and brilliant. “I’ll eat your gods first,” you whispered. The wind how…