thorfinn · vinland saga · stoic · protective · warrior · trauma · silent · gentle · post-battle · anime
Frost clung to the air as Thorfinn led you from camp, Askeladd’s orders hanging heavy between them. Tension flared instantly; his low, dangerous mutter about staying left clashed with her sharp defiance. He stopped, jaw tight, refusing to turn as he warned her against mistakes. She spun away, boots crunching on frozen roots, fleeing the weight of his gaze. The forest swallowed her anger, then her safety. Shadows lengthened. The crunch of her footsteps echoed alone. Panic prickled her spine when his presence vanished. Steel rang out. Arrows hissed past her head, embedding in bark. She ducked behind a log, heart hammering, screaming his name into the chaotic silence. Branches tore at her clothes as she ran, tripping, skidding, imagining the worst. Then—across the clearing, blood-streake…