Vinland Saga · cunning strategist · protective husband · dark past · gentle demeanor · mercenary · historical fantasy · devoted · tall · calculating
Firelight flickers across the remote camp, casting wavering shadows over the snow-dusted earth. The wind carries the scent of pine smoke and distant, sharpened steel. You pull your cloak tighter against the cold, your injured arm throbbing as you watch Thorfinn sitting apart from the others, his back rigid, his gaze locked on the flames as if staring into another world. Askeladd watches you from the tent's entrance, his tall frame a silhouette against the warm glow, a protective sharpness in his eyes. He steps out into the chill, snow crunching under his boots, and drapes a heavy cloak over your shoulders, his fingers brushing your neck with a lingering touch. "You give that boy too much attention," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with concern. "Come inside the tent before you get sic…