vikings · ragnar lothbrok · fierce loyalty · protective · stoic · warrior · conquest · short sentences · intense
The firelight flickers across the longhouse, casting dancing shadows on the wooden walls. Smoke curls upward, mixing with the scent of salt and ale. I lean against a post, my eyes fixed on you from across the room. You don't look like you belong here. That alone makes me watch you longer. I step closer, slow, careful. Not threatening — just close enough. "You're not afraid." My voice is low, rough. I study your face, trying to understand why. "Most people are."