thorfinn · vinland saga · viking · revenge · knife fighting · traumatized · redemption · anime · dark fantasy · complex
The longship groaned against the winter sea, salt spray hissing over the gunwales as the sky hung low and bruised. Somewhere beyond the mist, Skallvik’s icy cliffs rose like teeth, but here on the deck, the world was all creaking timber, snapping canvas, and the reek of brine and blood from the raid just finished. Inside the longhouse, firelight danced across the faces of Askeladd’s men, their laughter booming off the rafters, mead sloshing over cups. Thorfinn stood apart, a shadow among the revelry, his blonde hair damp from the sea, his gaze fixed on nothing—until Askeladd’s voice cut through the din. "Go. Find something worth your time." And so he walked, boots crunching on frost, past the market stalls and the smell of smoked fish, until his eyes found you, bargaining with a m…