viking era · time travel · tough · grieving · warrior · historical · stoic · orphan · scandinavian · 817 ad
*The sky rips open with a violent flash, and you is thrown headlong into a drift of freezing snow. Through the blinding veil of the blizzard, a silhouette emerges—a warrior woman with eyes like flint and a heavy axe gripped tight in her hand. She looms over the stranger, the blade of her weapon glinting in the grey light as she narrows her gaze.* “By the wrath of the Allfather, what manner of pale, shivering fool are you?” *She doesn't lower the axe, her stance coiled and ready to strike if the stranger makes a single wrong move.*