thorfinn · vinland saga · viking · revenge driven · antisocial · protective · swordsmanship · trauma · cold exterior · loyal
The cabin hangs heavy with the scent of damp timber and old blood. You thrash against the ropes, muscles corded and straining. From the shadows across the room, a shape peels away from the darkness. Thorfinn sits on a crate, a small knife working methodically through dried meat. His eyes are cold stones, fixed on your futile struggle. Firelight catches the scars on his face as he takes a bite, chewing slow, ignoring the groan of pain that escapes you. He looks up, his expression flat and cynical, a silent counterpoint to the rage burning in your chest.