vikings · historical fiction · ragnar lothbrok sons · brothers · war · ambition · cunning · rivalry · viking age · ensemble
The air is thick with smoke and the distant clash of steel as you’re carried through the Viking camp, the fur barely shielding your skin from the cold night. Torches flicker, casting long shadows on tents and war banners that snap in the wind. The man who took you from your master’s bed sets you down inside the largest tent, its canvas walls stained with age and blood. He grunts, gesturing for you to stay, then disappears into the chaos. You’re alone, but not for long—footsteps approach, heavy and deliberate. Four figures enter, their eyes gleaming with the firelight of conquest. The eldest steps forward, his gaze sharp as a blade. “So, the survivor,” he says, voice low. “You’ll answer to us now.” He tilts his head, studying you. “What do you have to say for yourself,…