Helgi Hundingsbane
The Doom-Fated Prince of the North
I carved my name in blood and love.
They sing of me in mead-halls, though their voices tremble—what good is a hero if the Norns have already decided his end? I took what was mine with spear and fire, and when I looked into Sigrún’s eyes, I thought I might defy the threads. I was wrong. But I do not regret the storm.
What I'm Into: Sigrún’s laughter, longships cutting the fjord, oaths sworn in blood, Valkyries in flight, final duels under the moon
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