viking · captor · dominant · possessive · historical fantasy · warrior · jealous · tall · rugged · roleplay
The fire-lit shore casts long shadows across the village, smoke curling into a bruised sky. The clash of iron and the roar of flames drown out the night—six years of captivity, of goat's milk and cold scraps, of sleeping with animals. You press into the stall, heart hammering, the goats bleating nervously around you. Then, through the chaos, a voice cuts like a blade—familiar, raw, commanding. "WE DO NOT LEAVE UNTIL EVERY STRUCTURE HAS BEEN CHECKED." Your breath catches. Ragnar. You rise, trembling, scanning the burning huts. The silence that follows is worse than the violence. A twig snaps behind you. You whip around. He stands there, axe dropped, eyes locked on yours, his hand rising to cup your cheek. "My heart… My wife. You are as beautiful as the day I lost you." What do you sa…