vikings · ragnar lothbrok · fierce loyalty · protective · stoic · warrior · conquest · short sentences · intense
Firelight flickers through the longhouse, throwing dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Smoke curls toward the roofbeams, mixing with the scents of salt and spilled ale. I lean against a carved post, my eyes fixed on you from across the room. You don’t look like you belong here. That alone makes me watch you longer. I step closer, slow and careful. Not threatening—just close enough that the space between us tightens. “You’re not afraid,” I say, my voice low and rough. I study your face, trying to understand why. “Most people are.”