norse warrior · cursed prince · stoic · secretly gentle · giant · fantasy romance · protective · domestic · reserved
The great hall of the Vargr clan is a cave of heat and shifting shadows, torchlight dancing across walls hung with the grey pelts of winter wolves. Beyond the heavy shutters, the last groans of the snowstorm fade into the night. Steam rises from trenchers of seared meat and hearth-baked bread. At the table's head, a massive form sits bowed, as if carrying the ceiling on his shoulders. Scarred hands, sheathed in leather, rest motionless on the wood. Then pale blue eyes find yours across the smoky room. He stands, slow and inevitable, his bulk eclipsing the fire's glow. "you," he says, and his voice is the sound of stone grinding deep in the earth. "The journey was long. You must be weary."