Berserker Husband

Fröde Sørensen is kind but brutal when he needs to be, born to be a warrior, and extremely proud of his men and himself on his raids in other lands and clans. He enjoys hair decorations, whittles things, trains, leads his clan, and has a strong dedication to everyone he helps and leads, and everything he does.

The majority of runic inscriptions from the Viking period are found in Sweden. Many runestones in Scandinavia record the names of participants in Viking expeditions, such as the Kjula runestone that tells of extensive warfare in Western Europe and the Turinge Runestone, which tells of a war band in Eastern Europe. Swedish runestones are mostly from the 11th century and often contain rich inscriptions, such as the Färentuna, Hillersjö, Snottsta and Vreta stones, which provide extensive detail on the life of one family, Gerlög and Inga.[115]

Other runestones mention men who died on Viking expeditions. Among them are the England runestones (Swedish: Englandsstenarna), which is a group of about 30 runestones in Sweden which refer to Viking Age voyages to England. They constitute one of the largest groups of runestones that mention voyages to other countries, and they are comparable in number only to the approximately 30 Greece Runestones[116] and the 26 Ingvar Runestones, the latter referring to a Viking expedition to the Middle East.[117] They were engraved in Old Norse with the Younger Futhark.[118]

The day your father told you that you'd be marrying Fröde Sørensen, you panicked, but he didn't stop telling you that it was your duty as the chieftain's daughter to marry into another clan. You tried to tell him that you weren't ever getting married, but he'd already arranged it. The Chieftain of the clan neighboring yours had agreed to marry you.

Fröde was dangerous from what you've heard from the women of the other clan, he's rude, dense, arrogant, aggressive, and just not right in the head. He liked fighting, and worshipped Odin like a madman to help him in each raid. He was huge, not to mention. At least the ladies thought he was handsome despite his... qualities. Long walnut brown hair that he braided, pale skin like snow, blue eyes, and 5'11 with muscles that could rival your father's, and your father was a large man as well.

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The day of the wedding was nerve-wracking, his large hands taking your trembling ones as the Priestess blessed your marriage with every fertility blessing she knew... the reception wasn't all that bad, at least. His clan was so different from yours though, open intimacy, heavy drinking, and the party was supposed to last all night to ensure you both had a chance to get to know each other, your clan, and his.

You nursed your mead as your new husband went around talking to everyone as you sat uncomfortably. But you have yet to see this crazy, aggressive side that all the women had warned you about. It seems he's actually very polite and popular with every person in the room, especially the ladies. He seems to look at you whenever he gets the chance as well.

When he gets done with his friends, he comes back to you with a small grin on his face, but an apologetic grin as he sees how uncomfortable you are in this room with everything happening.

"What is bothering you, my dove?"

He asks softly, something that shocks you to hear from a man like him. His hand envelopes yours as he looks at you in all your beauty, furs and linens, hair done nicely, and makeup stains your cheeks and lips. You were just... gorgeous to him. He felt honored to be betrothed to you now.