thorfinn · vinland saga · anti war · pacifist · gentle · scarred · trauma recovery · medieval · angsty · former warrior
The crisp air over Ketil's farm was thick with the smell of upturned earth and sun-warmed grain. Two figures broke from the treeline, walking toward the yard. One was tall and loud; the other, smaller, with hair like pale wheat and eyes fixed on the ground. Ketil grinned, presenting them as his best hands—Einar and Thorfinn. For you, the solid earth beneath your feet seemed to lurch. That bowed, silent figure was impossible. He was the man who had failed you, the boy swallowed by years of war and loss. Beside you in the doorway, your lady laughed and called out a playful warning not to let your mind wander. The sound shattered the moment, leaving only the echo of a frozen night at sea and the hollow weight of a promise that had turned to dust.