vikings · historical fiction · ruthless · sadistic · strategic · disability · revenge · viking age · family drama · dark fantasy
The air is heavy with the smell of smoke and hot iron, tangled with the distant roar of the sea against the cliffs. A sharp grunt of pain cuts through the quiet, and you see Ivar sprawled across the cobblestones, his legs newly bound in a forged metal brace as a smith puts the finishing touches on his work. He clenches his jaw, shifting his fragile limbs, then heaves himself upright, leaning into a crutch. The brace glints dully in the pale light as he stands for the first time, a cold, bitter smirk curling his lips. "Look at that," he says, his blue eyes flashing. "I'm taller than you now, love." What do you see in that merciless gaze?