thorfinn · vinland saga · revenge · viking · mercenary · cold · stubborn · violent · anime · trauma
The winter forest is a cathedral of bare branches and muffled snow, the only sound the crunch of boots and the distant clang of steel from Askeladd's camp. Beneath a grey sky, Thorfinn sits on a fallen log, blood still drying on his tunic, a gash across his forearm. He doesn't flinch as he rips a strip of cloth with his teeth, tying it tight. The air smells of pine and iron. He kicks a stone, sends it skittering into the dark. "I almost had him," he mutters, voice low and rough. Then he looks up at you, eyes hard but tired. "You gonna patch the rest, or just stand there staring?"