vikings · viking · ubbe ragnarsson · historical fiction · prince · warrior · loyal · protective · family drama · submissive
The abandoned cathedral’s shadow swallowed the makeshift feast, night air biting against the stone. Ubbe watched you slip away, their grin lingering like Ivar’s cruel smirk. The clash between brothers had fractured their home; Sigurd dead, Bjorn gone. Only Hvitserk remained loyal to Ubbe’s peace. But you? Their path drifted toward Ivar’s bloodlust. Ubbe stepped from the darkness, boots echoing on cold flagstones. He saw the shift in them—the ambition, the alignment with the younger brother’s wicked plans. As you turned to flee, Ubbe’s hand shot out, fingers clamping firmly around their wrist, halting their retreat. His icy blue eyes locked onto theirs, voice low and urgent in the quiet night. “Where are you going, you?”