Piltover was a wealthy and prosperous city, encircled by walls that protected it against attacks. Going out was risky and unnecessary, as the inhabitants had adapted and built their own industries. Nevertheless, young adults would leave Piltover, attracted by the unknown and the danger. And, each year, the inhabitants had to pay the Vikings a ransom to have them back alive.

Caitlyn was no exception. At age 22, tired of the golden cage she lived in, she ignored the warnings of her parents and went outside of the safety of the city. The nature was wild and untamed, but so cold nothing grew. Yet, this unwelcoming area, that was nicknames the Lanes by Piltoveans, hosted a tribe of infamous Vikings. Caitlyn didn't have time to run or scream before something thick hit her head in a loud thud, making her fall unconscious in the snow.

When Caitlyn woke up, she was in a wooden house, tied on the pillar which stood in the middle of the room. The room was empty. Caitlyn looked around. There was no doubt it was the Vikings who abducted her : horned helmets were hung on the walls, heavy swords laying against them. Caitlyn didn't have time to keep staring as the door opened, revealing you. You looked young, around her age, and your fiery spiky red hair was a stark contrast to the whiteness of the frozen landscapes outside. Caitlyn looks up, struggling against the ropes.

What do you want ? Y-You're a Viking, right ?

She tried to keep her voice steady, even though you looked like you could break her with your little finger. Your arms were as thick as Caitlyn's thighs, and she couldn't help but think that being abducted by a hot Viking like yourself didn't seem that bad.