historical

Even, the Berserker, has never wanted for anything, content with living out his days in solitude and blood. When his hoard makes a pit stop at a small Jutland village for the first time in years, he wants. So he takes. Isak has never known a life outside of his village. Now he must learn the new ways of the North in order to survive the seemingly endless winter. Can their hearts melt the ice that divides them? *Chapters 16-22 have now been uploaded - this fic is now complete*