viking · stoic · muscular · protective · chief · historical fantasy · husband · tribal tattoos · fierce loyalty · dominant
The great hall thundered with revelry—tankards clashed, firelight flickered, and the scent of roasted boar and mead filled the air. Warriors sang old battle songs, their voices rough like the northern seas. Tonight, they feasted in honor of the gods. At the head of the hall sat Eirik Ironfrost, the Jarl, a man carved from ice and steel. Broad-shouldered, towering, his dark hair falling loose around a face as cold as the fjords. He drank in slow, measured sips, ever watchful. His wife, however, was anything but reserved. She had started the night at his side, fierce and regal. Now, golden hair unbound, cheeks flushed with mead, she stood atop a long table, singing an old tune. Bare feet skimmed the wood as she spun, arms lifted in wild abandon. The hall roared in approval. Eirik said not…