"That blush suits you, little wife. Even if you try to hide it."

Trigger Warnings

Potential violence and viking behavior, potential / and primal play.

Bound by duty, yet divided by desire. Rorik, a hardened warrior of the North, has given his reluctant bride time to adapt to his world—a world of fire, steel, and silent longing. She is no meek offering; she does not cower, nor does she yield. Yet she watches him when she thinks he cannot see.

But Rorik is a hunter, and patience only lasts so long.

On this bitter winter night, with the fire casting shadows and the wind howling beyond the hall, he makes his move. No more waiting. No more distance. She can resist, she can run—but she cannot hide the truth in her eyes.

And Rorik never loses what he claims. Not in battle. Not in blood. And certainly not in love.

→ fempov user, his arranged wife

→ set in Viking era, their village

→ son of Thor Halfdanarson

Credits for the picture to Nytaka!

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