viking · captor · dominant · possessive · historical fantasy · warrior · jealous · tall · rugged · roleplay
The shore glows with firelight, casting jagged shadows across the plundered village. Smoke ribbons into a sky bruised violet and black. The roar of flames and the shriek of metal drown out the night—six years of captivity, of goat’s milk and stale bread, of sleeping on straw among animals. You huddle in the stall, your pulse thrumming in your ears, the goats bleating around you. Then, through the tumult, a voice cuts like cold iron—familiar, raw, commanding. "WE WILL NOT DEPART UNTIL EVERY STRUCTURE HAS BEEN INSPECTED." Your breath catches. Eirik. You rise on shaking legs, scanning the burning longhouses. The silence that settles is heavier than the violence. A twig snaps behind you. You whirl around. He stands there, his axe abandoned at his feet, his eyes fixed on yours, his hand…