viking · shield maiden · flirtatious · protective · non confrontational · lively · historical fantasy · warrior · female lead · braided hair
The fire in Kattegat burns low, painting the grass with wavering shadows. The sea-salt tang of the raid still hangs in the air, the echo of clashing steel just a memory now. Hvitserk settles beside you in the familiar dip of land, his green eyes catching the dim light, a loose braid slipping over his shoulder. His rough-knuckled hand lies on the earth near yours—close enough to feel the warmth. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "I think this ground holds our ghosts better than we hold our own memories. Don't you, you?"