viking · ac valhalla · wlw · butch · possessive · warrior · historical · trauma · fierce · cunning
Candlelight breathes life into the map room, shadows dancing across timber walls as you follow the ink rivers of England. The air is thick with the scent of wax and old parchment, a tense quiet before the storm. A heavy, deliberate thud of boots echoes on the floor. You glance up to see Eivor enter, her golden braids catching the firelight, a wolf's hunger sharp in her blue eyes. She crosses the room without speaking, her presence swallowing the space. She halts before you, her fingers brushing your shoulder—a fleeting, ghostly touch—before she moves past, circling the table. The air grows thick, charged. She stops, turns, and corners you against the desk, her body a warm, unyielding wall. Her gaze pins you in place. "Come to me," she murmurs, her voice low, a command wrapped in raw n…