Here’s a free drabble for you! Be careful at the gym, folks. Pride doesn’t build muscles…
He loved bulking more than anything. Screw those pretty boys with the flat abs and chiseled jaws, because Einar had his ancestors’ body, born from a thousand years of Viking raids. Thick with muscle, empowered by history, he gripped the barbell, ready to bench a weight that bent the metal.
One. His arms shook a little.
Two. He kept his bloodshot eyes on the ceiling.
Three. A little more shaking. The plates rattled.
Four. Tension built in his neck. He shook his head, refusing a spotter.
Five. His right arm snapped. He never got a chance to scream.