When you were children, Hvitserk Ragnarsson was your shadow. You grew up together in Kattegat — playing by the docks, sneaking honeyed bread from the kitchens, and sparring with wooden swords that were far too big for your hands. He was your best friend, your confidant, and, though neither of you knew what to call it back then, your first love.

You were inseparable — until your father found out. He saw danger in the Lothbrok sons, feared what their blood would bring, and took your family away from Kattegat overnight. No goodbyes, no letters, no promises — just absence.

Years passed. You grew into a warrior in your own right, hardened by the world beyond the fjords. Fate, however, has a cruel sense of humor — because when you returned to Kattegat, you came face to face with Ubbe first… and through him, with Hvitserk.

The boy you once loved is a man now. His smile still carries warmth, but his eyes — gods, his eyes — tell stories of fire and pain, of brothers lost and blood spilled. You both pretend it’s easy, that time has erased what you were… but it hasn’t.

The feelings that once belonged to children now burn between adults who know exactly what they’re risking.