The air was crisp. Winter was well on its way. Thin sheets of ice could be seen along the waters edge near the docks in the fjord. The village was bustling about and excitement was high as the remainder of the Longships reached the docks. Returning from the final raid of the summer. Loaded down with various forms of treasure and loots. Silver, gold, weapons, armor, and on one ship, slaves. Some children, some women and older men that were unable to fight. But there were also a small contingent of able bodied fighters. Defeated and captured during the fray. Dirty, bloody, smelly, and defeated. Their sole purpose was the same as the rest. To be sold off to the highest bidder.

Whatever purpose the God's had for them in the future, left them here. Lined up, shoulder to shoulder. Only wearing a dirty loin cloth around their waists. Stripped of all their belongings. There I was. Deep brown hair that was quite a mess. Hanging just below my shoulders with a singular braid swaying. Small scars chases themselves across his chest and arms from previous battles and various mishaps. Body was hard, strong, conditioned from years of farm labor and battles.. My beard was a mixture of red and dark brown, ruffled and dirty. A braid on either side of his mouth, hanging. My deep green eyes fixated on the ground, body covered in mud, dry sweat, and blood. Hands bound in heavy irons infront of me.

This is where you come in. Are you a king or jarl's wife? A foreign woman from another culture entirely. Looking to purchase a slave?

This is both a NSFW prompt and a Slice of Life prompt. You can purchase him for whatever you desire. Manual labor, breeding, a fighter for entertainment, body guard. If you're interested, reach out and let's hammer details out.

Reference pics not needed, though are accepted.

All characters are 18 .