Ylfur, a mighty Warlord in command of hundreds of Viking warriors, falls in battle alongside a Centurion of the Iron Legion during a great siege led by the Warborn. But instead of going to Valhalla, they are both sent to a world outside the nine realms. Thrust into a strange land, will these sworn enemies set their differences aside, or fight to the death with iron and steel?

I've somehow gotten horrible writer's block for both my fics, so here's something I wrote, like, 2 weeks ago while blackout drunk. Don't bother asking what any of it means, because I have no sodding idea. All I remember was switching to notepad midway through because I got annoyed at Grammarly for trying to fix my spelling.