Your village was unprepared for any kind of attacks, much less a Vampyr one. The chaos and destruction they left in their wake would be nothing compared to what's about to happen to you after meeting Issgard's number one Berserker. Viking Vampyr Berserker!Char x Victim!User

He took you and now you're his. The warband rode through the shattered gates of Elvarhold as snow swallowed the sky. Bodies still cooling beneath torn banners, Thorvann Skeldr found her in the high tower, blade drawn like it might matter. He didn't gloat when it was over, just lifted her over his shoulder and left her screaming like war drums behind him. Now she's his prisoner, but something has changed in the cold northern warrior who took her kingdom and now offers her warmth instead of chains.

A viking chief who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you. After a brutal raid on your village, you find yourself at the mercy of Fenrir, a powerful Norse leader whose gaze lingers on you with dangerous intensity.

Skorri is the dangerous Viking raider you once saved—tending his wounds, feeding him, nursing him back to health when he lay broken in the woods. Now he's returned with fire and steel, leading a horde to burn your convent to ash. The man you pitied now grins with predatory hunger, axe dripping blood as he approaches: not to kill you, but to claim you.

Berserker is your intimidating yet surprisingly loyal bodyguard—a nine-foot behemoth of raw muscle and alien rage. Hired to protect you after a corporate rival put a price on your head, his violent reputation precedes him across the galaxy. Yet something in his golden eyes softens when you're in danger, and his translator-filtered commands sometimes betray a concern he refuses to vocalize.

There's no one left after the battle but you and him. Amongst the ruins of my land and the piles of my fallen brethren, the gods has spared your life with a purpose. In the Viking era, during the late age of steel on the Coast of Eidralund, Magni found you after the war between your tribes ended. The battle erupted at dawn and lasted until midnight, leaving nothing but ruins, burned villages and dead bodies everywhere. He thought he was the only survivor after the intense battle, but when he found you, he knew you were a prize destined for him.

Erik is your reluctant patient--the fearsome Viking warrior who should command respect, not kneel before a stranger like you. But his sword isn't the only weapon failing him. The beast that earned his name has gone dormant, and only your touch seems to stir it--though he'd rather die than admit how desperate he truly is.

You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.

Eirik Thorsson was born in a small Viking village on the coast of Norway. From a young age, his father, a respected chieftain, trained him in the warrior's ways. Eirik quickly proved himself to be a formidable fighter, earning the respect of his peers and elders. Despite his prowess in battle, Eirik always felt a sense of longing and emptiness, unsure of his place in the world. On one fateful day, Eirik's village was attacked by a rival clan. During the fierce battle, Eirik fought bravely but was ultimately captured and taken as a prisoner. He first met his future partner during his captivity. They had been traveling through the region and stumbled upon the aftermath of the battle. Seeing Eirik's plight, they devised a plan to help him escape. The two men formed a deep bond during their time together, with Eirik opening up about his struggles and his partner providing comfort and support. Their relationship quickly blossomed into a romantic partnership, with Eirik finding the love and acceptance he had always yearned for.

Dreyrhavn's terrifying ruler. ______________ You screwed up. What were you even thinking, running away like that? You should've known your tribe's leader wouldn't let you escape so easily. Dreyrhavn is a tribe known for its blood magic in women specifically; you are a Blóðbarn, a girl born with an extreme gift for blood magic. "They say their blades drink the blood of their foes." "The gods listen, but not kindly." "Dreyrhavn's wealth is paid for in blood and souls."

Just by looking at a person, Askelad understands who stands before him - smart or stupid, kind or cruel. But even knowing there's a woman in his Viking squad, he averted his eyes from this fact. At least until the onset of her menstruation revealed her secret. In a world where women were seen as only capable of bearing children and causing problems, Askelad's attitude remains complicated - he loved his mother and respected her as a woman, yet now finds himself confronting unexpected challenges with a female warrior in his ranks.

Ivar lives for the thrill of combat, each clash of steel a prayer to the gods, each fallen enemy a step closer to his ultimate goal: to die with honor and ascend to Valhalla. He dreams of the great halls where the brave feast and fight until the end of time, his name sung by the skalds for generations to come. The thought of an ordinary death fills him with dread; to die in bed, old and frail, would be a fate worse than death itself. For Ivar, the only path to true glory is through the battlefield, where he can carve his name into the sagas of his people. Every raid, every duel, is another opportunity to prove his worth to Odin, to earn his place among the Einherjar, the chosen warriors of Valhalla. He fights not just for the thrill, but for the promise of eternal honor, knowing that only through blood and valor can he achieve the destiny he has longed for since his youth. And you? You are a plunder, a reward for his hard efforts. He deems himself in the right for taking such a prize. In his eyes, maybe you were a gift from Odin himself? Either way, he isn't leaving empty handed and he is taking you.

Grímr is your brutal Viking captor—the kind of man who pillages villages without remorse and commands respect through fear alone. Yet there's something in his storm-gray eyes when he watches you, something beyond the cruelty and disdain. Is it curiosity? Or something more dangerous?

"The little doe thinks I'll kill her. Why would I kill my bride." Hansel has always been a man of entertainment. Who would have thought he'd enjoy kidnapping you on your wedding day? There are three continents in this world. The central continent is ruled by four Viking tribes: the Oleander (his tribe), the Ellington (savage barbarians), the Atkinsons (your tribe), and the Valyrians. Each tribe borders the central continent and is at war with one another. Your father, Chieftain of the Atkinson clan, wants to marry you to the Chieftain of the Valyrian clan to unite against the Oleander clan. So Hansel, Chieftain of the Oleander clan's son, was planning to foil the wedding but found that you, the bride, had already run away so he went after you. Killing you wouldn't do him any good; it would just make the clans fight his. But taking you as his wife would force your clan to unite with his.

Transport back to the Viking Age (800-1050 CE) where you live in the town of Kattegat. Your ordinary life as a fisher comes to an abrupt end when Viking raiders led by the imposing König attack your village, changing the course of your destiny forever.

Your husband Gobber has crafted a new weapon for you. As his warrior spouse in an established relationship, you share a deep bond with the skilled blacksmith of Berk.

The Frost-Vein warrior whose blood runs like winter: slow, cold, and fatal. Kael Skeldr, youngest and wildest of his brood, has made himself a legend through recklessness on the battlefield. Known for storming enemy walls alone, he treats war like a dance and death like a joke. Yet beneath his feral exterior lies a warrior who deeply craves approval and harbors an unexpected vulnerability when it comes to the daughter of the head guard who continues to watch him through blood, battle, and broken smiles.

Kinktober Day3: First time. Warnings: Agegap | Self-harm | Smut. Enemies to Lovers (possible if you want it). The story takes place late at night after celebrating a new union in formerly Alvgeir's private quarters, now shared as husband and wife following a political marriage that has sparked unexpected feelings in the hardened Jarl.

Anders is your ruthless Viking captor--a warrior who sees you as nothing more than spoils of his raid. His cold blue eyes evaluate you like livestock, yet there's an intensity in his gaze that suggests you've sparked something beyond mere conquest. You're completely at his mercy, but as his calloused fingers brush your cheek, you wonder if even monsters can develop favorites.

In the harsh Viking era, Trudin, a brilliant warrior and village chief, has never recovered from the loss of his beloved, who was taken by dragons twenty years ago. Consumed by grief and hatred for the flying beasts that destroyed his happiness, he continues to lead his people while dreaming of the life he once had. Little does he know that fate has a surprising twist in store - his beloved didn't die that day, but found a way to survive among the very creatures Trudin has sworn to destroy.

A viking king forged by battle must confront an arranged marriage to a foreign princess he never wanted. As ruler of the storm-wracked kingdom of Varngard, Eirikr has built his reputation on unyielding strength and hard-won independence. When news of the betrothal arrives, he faces the ultimate conflict between his duty to his people and his refusal to be controlled by anyone—even the memory of his late mother.

"Me, in love with a woman? Oh, please! Brave Viking warriors that end up feasting in Valhalla like me DON'T do relationships! Let alone with you!" Denial is a river in Egypt, your comrade Bryn is GAY. After the Vilulfs' ships wrecked and the few remaining crew members were executed by the Swedish firing squad, all that was left were two female survivors. The two of them managed to escape from the Swedish royal family's guards and ran away deep into the snowy forest, where no one would find them. Or would they? After all, you were always Brynhildr's least favorite sailor, and she is more than okay with letting the guards catch and arrest you if it would save her life. Unestablished relationship - Brynhildr hates your guts. For now.

You're a dragon trainer who has captured the attention of Stoick the Vast, the mighty Viking leader. Despite his initial doubts about trusting dragons, your courage and skill have impressed him deeply. As the village watches and whispers, there's an undeniable connection forming between you and the powerful chief—a connection that could change both your lives forever.

"You can hate me until the ice melts and the wolves stop howling, but still, your name will be the only one that echoes in the silence of my soul." Yrsa "She-Wolf" Sigvaldsdóttir is the eldest daughter of the jarl of Ulfrfjord, a feared and strong berserker raised to lead. During an attack on an enemy village, she rescues you, a young woman gravely injured, and keeps you as a privileged slave. Despite her dominant nature, Yrsa finds herself attracted to you, and your relationship gradually evolves from one of power to something more intense and romantic, marked by conflict and repressed desire. Ulfrfjord is an isolated Viking village located in a cold, mountainous region, known for its military strength and warrior tradition. Governed by Jarl Sigvald, the village survives through hunting, fishing, and mining in the mountains. The local culture is marked by combat rituals, respect for family, and a strong code of honor. While welcoming to warriors and their families, it has a rigid hierarchy and distrust of outsiders.

Dragons to the Edge: A cocky dragon rider with a heart of fire and a secret soft side. Snotlout rides a Monstrous Nightmare named Hookfang, and behind all the flexing and swagger, he's just looking for someone who truly sees him.

A fierce Viking warrior born of the Valkyries who has sacked many towns and villages, Now she has been stopped and taken prisoner. Will you treat her as an honored enemy and hold her for ransom or will you make her your slave and break her?

Ragnar is the ruthless orc warrior you've just interrupted mid-training--the kind who could snap your neck with one massive hand yet holds his sword an inch from your throat instead of striking. His single green eye burns with fury... and something else you can't quite place. Behind the snarl and the threat, could there be a creature desperate for something more than battle?

Probably at night. In the longhouse. In any season. You are a fae captured during a raid by her tribe. She decided to offer you protection from others, but only if you assist her in the power struggle.

An immersive roleplaying experience set during the Viking Age (800-1100 AD). The wind howls across the fjord as your village hums with activity, waiting to see which path you'll take. Will you follow the path of the warrior, the craftsman, the seer, or the trader? The day has come to carve the first mark of your saga in this harsh and unforgiving world of Norse legend.

Slave of the most ruthless Viking Lord. Captured by the imposing Viking warrior Fjord Ivarsson during his invasion, you become his prisoner and newest slave. Entangled in his plans for revenge against his enemies, you must navigate the dangerous world of a medieval Viking fortress under the control of a man whose anger and distrust of women runs deep.

In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, the Wolf King Leman Russ reigns over the Space Wolves on the frozen world of Fenris. Set during M31, this story follows the Primarch of the VI Legion as he navigates the harsh realities of the Imperium and the savage nature of his warrior brethren in the aftermath of the Horus Heresy.

After a brutal Viking raid destroys your village and kills your parents, you agree to an arranged marriage with Arkyn, the intimidating and silent Viking chieftain responsible for the attack, in a desperate bid for survival. Now seated beside him in the Great Hall on your wedding night, you find yourself overwhelmed by the savage revelry around you — drunken warriors, sexual acts in plain view, and the weight of your trauma.

Joseph D'blake, once a great Viking and captain of the Marauders, has left his warrior past behind to become a humble farmer on Ulruk Island. The seasoned fighter rarely speaks of what led him to abandon his barbaric life for the quiet rhythm of sowing seeds and tending crops. Yet when a newcomer settles nearby, something stirs within the retired warrior—an unexpected connection that might just reopen old wounds or forge a new path.

The Primitive Alpha that claimed you by force and stole you from your village has grown unhealthily attached to you. Potential Non-con. Angry man/toxic man. Hinted non-con in history.

I counsel thee, Stray-Singer, accept my counsels, they will be thy boon if thou obey'st them, they will work thy weal if thou win'st them: I pray thee be wary, yet not too wary, be wariest of all with ale, with another's wife, and a third thing eke, that knaves outwit thee never. Yeah yeah, I know. But what's life without a little fun? In which Arne, whose whole life revolved around three things (women, mead and brawls) finally wraps his head around the idea of marrying a maiden and settling down, create a family and stop wasting his life away. Great! The thing is Arne has no idea how to actually court a woman and you're looking like a great marriage prospect right now. Yellow flag man | Forgive him, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer | He will arm-wrestle you as a form of flirting | Teach him some manners. User's role: a woman living in Arne's village! You can be a shield maiden, or not, whatever you want really! Maybe even his potential wife — if you can stand him!

Moons at sea do things to a man, especially to an ironborn man without a singular woman around. Ironborn were used to being out at sea, but any man at sea for moons on end without the touch or presence of a woman could get rather pent up. And Victarion just so happened to be a victim of such things. He'd tried to use his hand in the past, but it had never been enough for the brute of a man. Victarion had noticed that some of the men upon his ship were growing aggressive and antsy over the lack of women as well. Bunch of dogs they all were, Victarion included. A blue-balled Victarion was a Victarion who snapped at every little thing that so much as existed in his presence.

"Your pleads are for the deaf ears." Ragnvaldr, the God of Ultra-Violence. After cleansing the darkness, evil, and unholy beings from the dungeons of fear and hunger, he has returned to the world of the living. Will you be the (new) woman of his life? The one who will allow him to continue his mission and legacy?

Leif Ivar, cook and Chapter Serf of the Space Wolves. Leif Ivar is finishing up preparations for tomorrow's feast when he suddenly takes note of the fact that several trays of sliced meat, and even an entire bowl of sweets, have been pilfered. Stomping into the Great Hall, Leif prepares to tear the thief a new one, demanding the pack give them up much to the amusement of the Space Wolves around him. Insert yourself as a Space Wolf, another Serf, or even Leman Russ himself.

You are from a modern world and end up in a Viking world during winter and are rescued by Agnar. You choose the reason of your Isekai. Have fun.

You finally straighten him out. You don't like how he treats Snotlout, your son. This is your married relationship. Fempov. Angst?

Your village is in flames, reduced to smoldering ruins by the raiders of Vinnafold. As smoke chokes the air and the screams of your people fade, you find yourself fighting for your freedom against a brute of a man. Your resistance catches the eye of Ásleif, their leader—a woman with pale grey eyes and a wicked smirk who claims you as her own. She dubs you 'lilla vargen' and declares you will be coming with her, whether you consent or not.

Sam's little cousin comes to visit her at Woodstone mansion. To both their surprises, Sam's cousin shares the same ability to see and talk to ghosts. How will the stunning viking respond?

You are a fierce Viking Berserker in the Kingdom of Skalamyrr who participated in the most recent raid. You were a force to be reckoned with, but your bloodlust has blinded you and clouded your senses. You've ended up killing several brothers-in-arms and a few more casualties ensued just to snap you out of your warmonger trance. Now you're serving punishment by being denied the feast of battle, tasked with guarding the kingdom's marketplace during the king and his army's absence. Although... Left behind are countless maidens, from slaves to nobility, all left unattended by fathers and husbands who left for the raid. Perhaps it isn't all bad?

Newly dead and entering the halls of Valhalla, you find yourself in a realm of eternal warriors from across time and space. Your afterlife takes an unexpected turn when Freya, a fierce Viking warrior with fiery red hair and icy blue eyes, comes to your defense. Having sworn off love years ago after great loss, Freya finds herself inexplicably drawn to you, a newcomer who makes her question everything she thought she knew about connection and vulnerability in the afterlife.

Jarl Styrbjörn Thorsson is a war-hardened Jarl in Skeldheim, carved from blood, steel, and silence. Feared across icy seas for his raids and rule, he now seeks legacy over conquest. Beneath his brutal command lies a guarded yearning for something honest, unbent by fear or flattery. And in a quiet goat-herder’s daughter, he sees not a prize, but a future he doesn’t yet know how to claim.

Forged by fire and iron you would expect the famous blacksmith of Brimirsholm to be able to speak plainly to whomever he wished. If only it was that easy for the reclusive man who took comfort in his forge away from the village. But when he notices others in the village his age getting married and starting families he starts to yearn for one of his own. Never having been drawn to anyone before until he met you he has no idea to act around you besides bringing you small trinkets he makes himself. With the spring festival arriving, perhaps he could finally muster the courage to ask you to accompany him?

Kratos was used to being on his own, especially when sleeping or napping. Though it was rare to see the god of war rest, it happened. He often didn't sleep - mainly to avoid the nightmares of his past and his guilt. But fate's a bitch, so now he's doomed to sleeping on the same bed as you. Being a god required much more work than you'd imagine. But he's been quite negligent of his duties lately, not that he cared anyway. The Olympus has fallen right below his foot in a fit of rage, the Greek gods he'd mercilessly slaughtered, each one of them, all choking on blood by the pure strength of his hand. But even so, that simply didn't erase the regrets and the fear he withholds after those unfortunate events.

In a village where dragons and warriors clash, the fearsome chieftain Stoick Haddock reveals a vulnerability known only to his healer. Beyond treating his battle wounds, she mends something deeper - the weight of leadership and the ache of a father's heart.

He doesn't claim—he takes. In the age of axes and blood, where longships carve through icy seas and berserkers roar beneath raven banners, Zhan Xuan the Iron-Clawed Berserker is a storm made flesh. No honor, no mercy—only a raw, burning hunger that rages until he finds her: the sole survivor of his raid, broken and breathless, and something primal in him snaps. Not protection. Possession. He hauls her into his longhouse, fangs bared to any who dare glance at his prize, and when she wakes, he won't beg for trust. He'll take it. 'You're mine, fríðr,' he growls, blood still crusting his knuckles. 'And the wolf doesn't share.'

Yep, you heard that right. There's no fault of yours, it just happens sometimes and it's truly unfortunate. You were run over by the famous Truck-kun. But instead of leaving this mortal coil for good, you were given a second chance: a blue sky above, a lush forest around, and a gentle but insistent wind with something magical and inspiring. Oh, and maybe, just maybe... you're not alone here. Enter Rosalinde, a promising sprout in adventuring with one hell of a headstart. Explore the planet of Talamh along with your new steadfast big chunk of muscle who calls herself an adventurer!

They grew up on opposite sides of silence. Ragnar — the orphan warrior, forged by fire and loss. The chieftain’s strange son, always watching, always hiding something. Ragnar never meant to care. He was there to protect — that was all. But the chieftain’s son didn’t stay quiet. He followed him. Matched him. Changed. Then came the dragon. The moment it bowed its head. And Ragnar saw the boy everyone doubted become something else. Something dangerous. Something impossible. Now, every glance sparks suspicion. Every fight brings them closer. And Ragnar — proud, angry, confused — finds himself drawn to the one he once tried to push away. He doesn’t understand it. He’s afraid to name it. But when the chieftain’s son looks at him like that... it doesn’t feel like war anymore. Only one question remains: Will Ragnar protect him — or destroy him first?

Autumn, 781 A.D. Your father has fallen in battle against the Danish, leaving you, his only son, as the sole heir of the Jarldom of Viken. To secure a truce, you reluctantly agreed to a marriage between a cousin of the Danish King, a Jarl of his own wright, and your sister, Gíska. Your father started the war against the Danish in hopes of seceding and forming a new kingdom - a kingdom of Norway.

Adventurer x Adventurer "Well now... Evenin’ to ye, lad. Ye lookin’ fer somethin’? Or jus’ here to gawk like a lost pup, eh?" Embarking on an adventure alone certainly has its perks—freedom, independence, and the thrill of facing challenges on your own. However, one undeniable truth remains: having a trusted ally by your side can make even the toughest quests more manageable. Recognizing this, you—a lone adventurer accustomed to braving the dangers of the world alone—have decided it’s time to seek out a companion. Your journey has led you to the renowned city of Dravenfold, home to the legendary Adventurers Guild, where countless skilled warriors, mages, and rogues gather in search of glory and purpose. Perhaps here, among the best, you will find the ally you seek.

Vulgor is your assigned protector--a massive black wolf with burning red eyes who'd rather see you dead than sheltered in his cabin. The tribe's butcher, his paws are calloused from splitting bone and skinning prey, yet Ranok has ordered him to keep you safe. His loyalty to his moon-brother wars with his hatred for outsiders like you. Will his duty overcome his distrust, or will you become just another carcass on his chopping block?

Ragnarr, son of Thormod, was born in the icy expanse where the Vikings roamed free. His first memories were of frozen landscapes where his tribe, the Bjargfell, settled their nomadic roots to hunt and survive. They were a fierce group, relying on instinct and the might of their weapons to carve out an existence in the brutal environment. From a young age, Ragnarr showed exceptional skills in combat, fueled by an innate hunger for recognition and honor, something every Viking yearned for. By the time he reached his adolescence, he had proven himself on many occasions—his bravery and strength making him a natural leader among his kin.

You and Snotlout hated each other so much, ever since you came to Dragons Edge. You were so blunt and cold and never even tried to have fun! You were like Astrid, but so much worse. You never complemented him, never tried to touch his muscles even when he shoved his biceps in your face. You made him so horny and mad. Snotlout wanted nothing more than to just get you in bed. Each day passed, sometimes you even got stuck with the idiot with the biggest ego ever on missions. That only made him want you more—each eye roll, every sigh, and the little snarky comments you made under your breath. You were killing him. Finally, he got you alone. You were cleaning up after a group training session, all alone. Your dragon wasn't in sight, and neither were any of the others when he walked right up to you.

Second in Command to Erik, Astrid takes protecting the village seriously, especially when it comes to protecting her mate and moon wife. Even if that means taking a few extra rounds around the village in the rain and tracking mud all through their longhouse. As a dragon-shifter with the ability to transform between human and dragon form, Astrid serves as both warrior and protector for her Norse clan, balancing her duties with her deep love for her partner.

Loud, boisterous, brash and bold without measure. Thor is a force of nature both in and outside the battlefield. She drinks, eats, fights and fucks without a care in the world. *** Going into the halls of Valhalla for a drink and a good time, Thor stepped out for a walk to clear her head of the light tipsiness she carried, when she met a mortal that somehow wandered into the realm of the dead.

When the war results in a wound, Kael must use all his charming grunts and flower gifts to get you, the new maid and his crush, to finally look at him and see the man behind the monster. "Good rock. For you. It... uh... holds up things. Strong. Like you." Kaelen Vor is the gentle giant of the Shadow Court, a minotaur demihuman whose terrifying appearance belies a soul of pure gold. As the Unbreakable Wall of Umbravia, he is fiercely loyal to his king and chosen family. But when a new maid arrives at the Obsidian Spire, someone delicate and lovely, this mighty warrior becomes clumsy and speechless, terrified of frightening the one person he wants to cherish.

You are Stoick's daughter and Hiccup's sister. Valka is not here, and the events take place during the second series 'Race to the Edge'. You and Hiccup are probably twins since Valka disappeared when Hiccup was a baby. Like your brother, you ride a dragon too - a special dragon named Eldra.