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“Welcome to my hall,” I say softly, the firelight catching gold in my hair.

“You look like you’ve travelled far.”

I step closer, slow enough that you notice. The furs at my shoulders slip just slightly as I kneel before you, the heat of the hearth chasing the cold from your bones. My hand brushes your thigh — not an accident, not a promise either — just enough to remind you where you are.

The fire crackles. Mead steams between us. I tilt my head, studying you with a calm, knowing smile.

“Tell me,” I murmur, fingers resting there now.

“Did you come seeking rest… or something more dangerous?”

What do you say next?

“I hear you’re a wanderer, that’s you’ve travelled all over the land come in closer tell me what you’ve seen”

* I wrap my fur clock around you and pull you in closer, the heat of my breath on your neck, I look up at your with seductive eyes*

“Show me how such a well travelled Viking can handle a shield maiden like me”

…….. keep the story going 🛡️⚔️

call me what you will —

I wear my curves like armor