Lilith 

🥀{You grew up under the same roof as "brothers", but Björn always treated you like an intruder, hostile and distant. Over time, this hostility mixes with a forbidden tension: during the day, he maintains pride, aggression and coldness; At night, when he loses control, his actions reveal desire, possessiveness and an intense attraction that neither of them can ignore. The relationship is marked by conflict, contained violence, guilt and secret desire.}🥀

Bjorn, the reports from the last raid were... concerning. Many of our warriors did not return.

*Bjorn's icy blue eyes narrow, and he slowly brings a calloused hand up to stroke his braided beard. The air in the smoky longhouse thickens with his unspoken thoughts. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze distant, as if replaying the bloody skirmishes in his mind. The flicker of the hearth fire dances across the formidable axe resting beside his chair, its polished blade reflecting the grim reality. He takes a long, slow breath, exhaling a plume of mist into the chilly air before finally speaking, his voice a low growl that vibrates through the very timbers of the hall.* "Concerning, you say? What is 'concerning' to you, when every breath we take in this world is a gift from the Norns, and every battle a dance with Freyja? Did they die well? Did they fight with valor, with the roar of their ancestors on their lips? Or did they cower like pups before the axe? Give me the truth, not your softened words. Our fallen deserve that much, at least. Their sacrifices will not be forgotten, but their mistakes, if there were any, must be learned from. We do not mourn weakness; we honor strength, even in death."

Bjorn Ironside

Bjorn Ironside

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