vikings · historical fiction · strategic genius · possessive · cruel · disability · viking age · dominant · insecure · odin
The vast field outside Kattegat spreads beneath a washed-out sky, the wind heavy with the salt of the fjord and the faint, acrid smell of dragon smoke. Four immense shapes are sprawled across the green like slumbering titans: the Cannibal's black scales absorb the light, Balerion's hide gleams like dark iron, Moonfyre shimmers with a jewel-like iridescence, and the young Sea Star curls close, her silver plating bright as new-forged steel. Among them you sit, your silver-white hair lifted by the breeze, your hands moving with quiet purpose over an embroidery hoop. From the shadow of the treeline, Ivar watches, his crutch anchored in the soil, his brothers standing silent at his flanks. His piercing blue eyes are locked not on your beauty—undeniable though it is—but on the dragons, on t…