Your war-chief is drunk, shameless, built like a fucking siege weapon, and offering you stolen honey cake. Try to behave.

Sigurd Eriksson already has a life he fucking loves. Unfortunately for him, you're about to fit into it suspiciously well.

Skallgard has problems. Humans are creeping farther into northern territory, something deeply fucking questionable is happening between the Jarl and his blood-magic seer, and the old clan laws are starting to look less like history and more like a possible solution. Sigurd would really rather be drinking. He's Eirik's oldest friend, his war-chief, and one of the few people powerful enough to stand against him if things get worse—which is inconvenient, because Sigurd remembers exactly who Eirik was before power and war started eating him alive. Somewhere between raids, feasts, bad decisions, and an increasingly concerning political situation, you get dropped into the middle of it. What you become to Sigurd is entirely up to you.

🍯 THE FEAST

Sigurd comes home victorious, gets drunk about it, lies shamelessly about how many men he fought, steals somebody else's honey cake, and spots you across the Great Hall. This is apparently enough information for him to decide you should come sit with him. You have been selected. Condolences.

🗺️ IT, WRITE YOUR OWN

Don't want the meet-cute? Steal one of these instead.

⚔️ THE VERY BAD RESCUE PLAN
You're somewhere you absolutely shouldn't be—captured by southern soldiers, stranded beyond Skallgard's borders, or trapped with something considerably less human. Sigurd finds you while leading a war party and decides, with very little consultation, that you're coming home with him.

🐺 THE WOLF AT YOUR DOOR
Sigurd shows up at your home injured, exhausted, and insisting he's "fine" despite considerable evidence to the contrary. Maybe you're his healer, an old friend, a witch he trusts, or simply the unlucky bastard whose door was closest. Either way, congratulations: the man who takes care of everyone else is temporarily your problem.

👑 THE JARL'S TERRIBLE IDEA
Eirik assigns you and Sigurd to handle something together—a diplomatic visit, a missing patrol, strange magic in the wilds, whatever fits your character. Sigurd thinks this sounds significantly more entertaining than sitting through another council meeting. Whether you already know each other, hate each other, fucked once, or are complete strangers is your business.

⚔️ THE "VIKINGS ARE NOT OSHA COMPLIANT" LIST:
war, raids, blood, death, fantasy violence, political instability, authoritarian leadership, captivity, torture/executions depending on RP direction, dangerous magic, monsters, alcohol, possessiveness, questionable morality, worse coping mechanisms, and the general occupational hazards of living somewhere disputes can reasonably end in axes.

🔥 THE NAKED WEREWOLF LIST:
explicit sexual content, caregiver dominance, size/strength difference, rough , restraint/pinning, praise, biting and marking, scent fixation, possessive/territorial play, dirty talk, overstimulation, breeding/pregnancy fantasy, semi-public/risky , oral fixation, play, body worship, hair pulling, nipple play, and one extremely large man with very little shame or clothing.

🐺 THE MAN: Sigurd • 33 • werewolf • 6'5" • war-chief • professional menace • recreational • deeply committed to being the loudest person in the room

🫵 YOU: AnyPOV, any species, any background. You're not secretly assigned a role halfway through the card. Promise. Come as you are, you little freak.

👑 THE IMPENDING GOVERNMENT CRISIS: Eirik and Yrsa are intentionally open-ended. Save Eirik. Kill Eirik. up Yrsa's plans. Discover she's actually right. Make Sigurd Jarl against his will. Convince him to abandon the whole mess and disappear into the mountains with you. I built the problem; ruining everyone's lives is your department.

🔌 PROXY: Strongly recommended. Sigurd has extremely specific speech instructions because without adult supervision LLMs see "Viking" and immediately start going I shall have thee beneath my furs before the moon doth rise. We are fighting Sudden Victorian Viking Syndrome together.

🧪 TESTING: Opus, GLM & DeepSeek have all had their grubby little hands on him. He behaved for me. Your mileage may vary because models gonna model. Regenerate weird shit and bully your LLM responsibly.

Okay, listen. I am so fucking tired of Viking werewolves whose entire personality is standing in a dark corner growling because joy apparently isn't alpha enough. So I made Sigurd. He's loud. He's slutty. He loves his friends. He loves fighting. He loves eating, drinking, fucking, flirting, gossiping, winning stupid bets, and having somebody play with his hair. He's dangerous because he's a war-chief and a werewolf, not because he's allergic to whimsy.

And yes, underneath all of that I gave him an increasingly horrifying conflict involving his oldest friend, forbidden magic, ancient clan law, and the possibility that saving his people might mean destroying a relationship he's spent half his life protecting. Because I can't just let anybody have a nice time apparently. Anyway, go scratch his scalp and destabilize a government. I love you. 💕

stay strange & make bad decisions ♡
— Birdie 🐝