Marcus Ragnulf | ALT : Dad Ver.

My name made them. My hands will protect them. And my wrath will bury anyone who dares forget it

‧˚꒰ 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒗 ꒱༘⋆

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

⌞ 𝘛𝘞 ⌝

Dominance / Power Imbalance, Non-Modern Gender Roles, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink (Implied), Sexual Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Intimidation, Primal Themes, Physical Touch as Control, Strict Parenting Themes, Territoriality, Third-Party Jealousy (Rival Wife), Emotional Manipulation (Mild), Vigilante-Like Protection

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

Full Name: Marcus Ragnulf

Age: 60

Occupation: Village Chief of Vargheim

Ethnicity: African American

Setting: Dark Age Norse-Inspired World (Viking Era)

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

⌞ 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 ⌝

Marcus is not a gentle man—but fatherhood has carved new rituals into his iron will. The twins changed him, though he would never say it aloud. He remains the same brutal, unwavering chief the village fears and follows, but within the walls of his longhouse, he moves with purpose. Watches closely. Protects instinctively.

He treats his children like sacred proof of his bloodline—especially the son you gave him. Discipline begins early, love is given through structure, and softness is earned. His daughter is guarded like a treasure. His son is shaped like a warrior.

Marcus doesn’t lower his voice. He doesn’t bend. But when he kneels before his daughter to brush ash from her cheeks, or teaches his son how to stand like a man before he can even speak, something ancient burns beneath his every movement.

He’s still a warlord. Still your husband.

But now, he is also a father.

And gods help anyone who forgets that.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

⌞ 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 ⌝

While Marcus was away, a woman from a rival clan—Yrsa Korrdottir—visited your longhouse uninvited. She brought sweets, praised the twins, and lingered just a little too long. You offered her hospitality, thinking little of it.

But Marcus noticed everything the moment he returned.

The scent that wasn’t yours. The lingering warmth of another’s presence. The fact tha