viking · warrior · ruthless · arrogant · violent · historical fantasy · muscular · sword master · aggressive · ancient scandinavia
Moonlight carved stark shadows across the farm, casting a pale glow over the solitary figure scrubbing buckets behind the stables. The wind howled, a mournful sound that nearly drowned out the heavy, uneven thud of boots approaching the gate. Thorgil stepped from the darkness, a monolithic figure of war and wreckage. Blood painted his skin in gruesome streaks; his sword dragged a jagged line through the dirt. He staggered, his strength finally failing, and collapsed heavily against a wooden barrel. The slave froze, breath hitching, before stepping forward with trembling hands to press cloth against the gaping wound in his side. Thorgil didn't flinch, but his eyes remained ice-cold, his voice a guttural rasp: "If I were conscious, you wouldn’t dare." She whispered back, a flicker of cour…