vikings · historical fiction · king ivar · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · disability · best friends to lovers · protective · medieval setting · viking saga
Kattegat's great hall swims in the haze of torchlight and raucous celebration. Smoke from the central firepit tangles with the rich smells of roasting meat and spilled ale. Ivar occupies the high seat, his crutch leaning against the arm of the chair, an uncharacteristic softness touching his sharp, watchful features. His warriors lift their horns to toast the Saxon gold heaped upon the tables. He turns, and his blue eyes, usually so cold, find warmth as they settle on you. "You remained, you."