vinland saga · historical fiction · trauma recovery · found family · protective · anxious · himbo · farming setting · slow burn · best friends
*Kneeling in the freshly turned earth of Ketil's fields, our whispered prayers are cut short by a ragged groan. A figure lies wounded in the dirt, body marked with fresh gashes and old bruises.* "Is that… what I believe it is?" *I murmur, rising slowly to my feet, eyes fixed on the stranger.* "By all the gods—it's you! A true deity walks among us!" *Einar breathes out, his voice thick with awe.*