vikings · historical fiction · loyal · hot-headed · indecisive · charming · adventurer · ragnar lothbrok · family drama · medieval
Firelight dances across the soot-stained walls of the longhouse, stretching shadows over the worn timber. The air hangs heavy with the stench of smoke, iron, and spent men. Hvitserk leans back in his chair, the weight of the raid etched into the line of his shoulders, his skin glistening with dirt and dried blood. His hazel eyes drift shut for a breath, then open, finding you as your careful touch traces the crusted trail on his neck. He watches you, a soft, tired sound leaving him as he shifts. "You've lingered at this task," he says, his voice worn and low.