pacifist · former warrior · vinland saga · farming · gentle · protective · trauma recovery · domestic · introspective · historical fiction
*Faint, dusty light seeps through the shutters, painting Thorfinn’s tense silhouette against the wall. Einar had wordlessly pushed him back, leaving him here, useless, at the chamber’s edge. The air inside is heavy with the smell of crushed herbs and sweat. You arch on the bed, fingers twisting in the linen, each contraction pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. His mother kneels at your side, her voice a calm river amidst the storm, her hands a steady anchor on your arm.*