Viking Names Male Novels & Stories

The little baby gabbles words her father can’t understand as she waves her hands in the air. Her father coos at her and kisses her forehead, “Slow down, my coloured viking.” “Coloured viking, really?” The female moves around the small cabin, picking out baby things, “That’s the best you got?” He turns to her, his hands holding the baby tightly as he places her on his shoulder and pats her slowly, “I don’t know who is going to inherit my genes, so I am going to call her my coloured viking, you know, because of her dark skin.”

she asked, knowing the game well. He shook his head. "I dunno yet, maybe sword and board." "What's his name?" she asked, indicating the arrow-headed blonde on the computer screen. "I dunno," Kenny shrugged. "Lars or something." "It's not Lars, you fuckin' hoser," Alex said. "It's like, Hrothgar or Sven." "Yeah. Let's just call him Blondie McArrowhead," Kenny said, shooting another arrow and eliciting the same response from the computer game character.

My brother's name. "Does anyone want to share what it means with me?" I asked, annoyed that they were keeping things from me. Nero leaned in close and whispered, "Their last name. Lowell Varg. 'Varg' means wolf in Norse. We did smell wolf in your apartment that day," Nero looked at Aldrich and then at Vesper, who nodded telling us that he had talked to the werewolf and he was convinced that the guy didn't lie. He didn't recognize the scent.

The conversation flowed with safe topics: the weather, Viktor's travel experiences, and appreciation for American culture. But then Viktor turned to me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Luna Seraphina, I hear you have newborn twins. A son and a daughter, correct?” I was immediately on guard. Mentioning my children was crossing into personal territory. “Yes, Alaric and Celine. They’re two months old now.” “Beautiful names. Alaric is an old Germanic name meaning ‘ruler of all’. An ambitious choice for an Alpha heir.” Viktor took a sip of his wine. “And Celine—French origin, meaning ‘heavenly’. Poetic.”

“Let’s head out.” She had driven her SUV and I climbed into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back seat. Getting in, Lila started the car and pulled out. “What are you calling him? I feel like you have run out of good names? Unless you’re actually going to name him after the superheroes.” I grimaced. “No. I have been calling him Vale.” “Unlike your mate, I am not well versed in any mythology, let alone Norse.” Smiling, I shook my head. “Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.”

His eyes were a mixture of brown and green and always speculative when they looked at her. Did he find her wanting or something? Sigurd, her father’s blood brother, was a tall man with red hair turning silvery in places. She caught herself staring at the small, forked beard braids and avoided his pale green eyes after that. His wife, Ruth, was much smaller than he and flanked by their twin boys, Snorri and Egil. Being Beyla, she had to ask, in Norse: “Do you have Vercian middle names? Mine is Amber.”

“Your names. Sigwulf, for example. It’s an Ulfwyn name that means Victorious Wolf.” Sigwulf shrugged. “It’s also an old name and heard all over Kalthar these days. Just not as commonly as is was when I received the name.” Hrodgar nodded once and continued. “Kemp translates into Warrior, in Ulfwyn. Even our wee Princess, Astrid Nara means Goddess of the Rising Sun and Dear One. Just an observation.” He scratched at his beard. Kenward chuckled at some joke only he could see as he watched the byplay of people’s faces.

took pity on Hoder and appreciated his efforts. Mimir gave the new Baldur the name Ragnar, but also a little knowledge and cunning. Vidar gave him the love of blood, battles and rage. Several Aesir protested, saying that Vidar's gift would be useless. A diminished or crippled Viking cannot fight. Bragi touched the tongue of the human with his finger so that he would console himself with the rune chants and poems he would be inspired by. If the outside is so sad, then the inside could at least be cheerful, he said.

“Like Fluffy? Absolutely not. Our pup needs a commanding name. Something that makes people pause. Alpha material.” “You know we don’t even know if the baby’s gonna be an alpha, right?” “Details!” he said, waving it off. “Okay, first up—Ronan Dunham. Powerful, right?” I tilted my head. “Kind of sounds like Roman.” “But this has bite! Ronan Dunham. Strong. Fearless. A warrior’s name.” “It’s not bad.” Levi practically glowed. “Okay, how about Fenrir?” “You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?”

Vyn's brows knitted into a frown, and he whined, "Hey, that's not fair. You can't give it my name." I chuckled lightly, palming my mouth to shield my teeth. His frown turned into a sly smile, and a flirtatious look glinted in his eyes. "At least, my name is at the top of the name chart in your head." He wiggled his brows, earning a loop-sided smile from me. "Okay, pick a name for real this time." I let my palm fall from my mouth. "Loki, Skye, Glacier or Blu?" I asked, lifting my head to get a better view of his face as he towered over me.