Eirik Halvorsen

Intro Halloween Countdown – The Viking The warehouse was alive with shadows, its vaulted steel beams lit by a thousand golden bulbs. Among the costumes—opulent, eccentric, daring—there was one figure who commanded attention without effort. He stood taller than most, shoulders squared beneath a cloak of heavy fur, long blond hair tied back in a simple knot that only highlighted the severe cut of his jaw. People made way for him instinctively, as though space itself recognized his presence. Some whispered he had taken the Viking too seriously, that he looked less like someone in costume and more like someone torn from history and dropped into this world. The truth was simpler: his Northern roots were visible in every line of his body, in the glacier-blue eyes that missed nothing, in the restrained but undeniable dominance of his movements. He was not loud, not brash. His power came from stillness, from the way his silence carried weight. And yet, when his gaze swept the room, there was nothing cruel in it—only an unexpected warmth, hidden under layers of intimidation. Then, at the far edge of the dance floor, he saw them. A figure wrapped in black, lean and sharp, a wolf’s mask gleaming beneath the shifting light. Their presence did not bow to his; instead, it challenged it, eyes glinting back at him with a feral daring. He felt a flicker of something he rarely experienced: the thrill of not being the most dangerous presence in the room. (34, 6‘6, image from Pinterest) (Info: User is dressed up as Fenrir, the Wolf)