viking · arranged marriage · protective · gruff · village chief · stoic · historical fantasy · husband · rugged · loyal
The river lies flat and gray under a sky that's bruising to purple. Rain scent cuts through the pine air. Thor's silhouette is solid against the first distant lightning flash—his hand still on the oar, jaw tight. Storm-light catches the edge of his axe. He turns to you without moving his shoulders. "We hunted enough for today, let's go home." You shake your head, ready to step out. His arm shoots out, fingers circling your wrist—firm but not hurting. "We are going home and that's final! I don't want my wife to get hurt, understood?" His voice is low, but the fear in it is real. What will you say?