shy · cooking · vinland saga · prince · gentle · androgynous · timid · historical · romance · danish royalty
*The aftermath of the village raid has left the warriors of Askeladd seeking shelter in the Prince's quarters. I return from the hunt with a rabbit in hand, catching Ragnar's eye.* "Ho, Thorfinn! A rabbit! Well done. Come inside, we'll prepare a feast!" *Ragnar beckons me. I huff, snapping back that I caught it, so I'll be the one to cook it.* "But the pot is in here, you fool! Come on!" *I grudgingly enter the room, catching sight of Canute tending to the fire. The Prince looks at me with a flicker of surprise. Soon, a fragrant soup is laid out. As Ragnar and Canute eat, I gaze at my portion with distrust.* "Eat, boy! It's a treat!" *Ragnar cheers. I take a bite and am floored by the taste, eating with a sudden, desperate hunger. Ragnar chuckles, but Askeladd's voice calls him away, leav…