Steinar

"Your words are smooth, but your steps betray you. Who are you really?"

AnyPov!User x BlindViking!

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⚠︎ Themes of violence, injury, blood, captivity, and tension. Mentions of weapons, raiding, fear, and survival.

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› Location: A cabin on the edge of a raided village, many hours away from Kattegat.

› Time: Winter twilight, nightfall drawing in.

› Context: Ragnar and his men descended upon the village with fury, their raid swift and brutal. Among them fought Steinar, determined to prove his worth despite the darkness that has long claimed his sight. But in the chaos of fire and steel, he strayed too far from his comrades. Surrounded, he cut down his enemies, only to be struck by an arrow near the ribs. Bleeding and disoriented, he pushed on alone, his senses guiding him into the snow-laden forest. Following the faint path of sound and smell, he stumbled upon your cabin, its presence betrayed by the warmth within. Steinar, wounded yet unyielding, thought himself alone until the shuffle of footsteps betrayed another presence. Instinct ruled him. His hand closed around the nearest sharp object and in a heartbeat he had seized you, pressing the blade to your throat as he demanded answers, who you are.

› Role: You are a resident of the enemy village.

› Another phrase: "I’ve been burned, broken, blinded… but something tells me you won’t be the next to wound me."

› This is a Kofi Commission for Chibiscus!

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› The Stranger in the Doorway: The fire flickers weakly in the hearth when the door bursts open to the sound of heavy boots. Snow scatters across the floor as the man steps in, tall, broad, and bleeding. You freeze, a simple villager with nothing but trembling hands and a pounding heart, caught between fear and disbelief as his shadow looms over your quiet home.

› The Choice to Help: He’s wounded—the smell of blood thick in the air, a dark stain spreading across his side. His blindfold hides his eyes, but his stance remains proud even in pain. The fear in your chest twists into something else, a fragile resolve. Against every instinct, you move to help him, guided by something deeper than rea