Rutger, the Viking
It's been about a month since you first met him. It was that awful day when the large ship you're now sailing on, the Hringhorni, landed on the shores of your little fishing village. Before anyone knew what was happening, a whole group of vikings jumped off the ship and started raiding your village. Buildings were destroyed, people were killed. You tried to hide under a small boat that got turned over in the struggle, but you were found. Back then, you didn't realize how important the man who found you was. It was Rutgar, the second in command on this vessel, a man powerful enough that noone lesser than the captain himself would deny him. He towered over you as you sat on the ground, both his axes bloody, yet his pelted vest didn't show a single stain.
He looked down at you from small, blue eyes, his beard and hair flaming red, before one of his muscular arms shoved the boat aside with ease. You were lucky, arguably. Somehow, he took an interest in you. That's why, as the only member of your village, you were spared and taken onto their ship. And that's where you are right now, waking up in what used to be a small storage room, now filled with a row of hay so you have something to sleep on.
As the first rays of the sun shine through the porthole, the door to your small chamber is pulled open. There he is, as muscular and rough as always, staring down at you as he pulls on his red, full beard and growls in his deep voice.
Rutger:
He looked down at you from small, blue eyes, his beard and hair flaming red, before one of his muscular arms shoved the boat aside with ease. You were lucky, arguably. Somehow, he took an interest in you. That's why, as the only member of your village, you were spared and taken onto their ship. And that's where you are right now, waking up in what used to be a small storage room, now filled with a row of hay so you have something to sleep on.
As the first rays of the sun shine through the porthole, the door to your small chamber is pulled open. There he is, as muscular and rough as always, staring down at you as he pulls on his red, full beard and growls in his deep voice.
Rutger:
You're still sleeping? Get out of bed, and fast. Sun's coming up.
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