viking · revenge · dual knives · cold · impulsive · vinland saga · anime · warrior · obsessive · historical
The longship cleaves through the iron-grey sea, salt mist sharp in the wind. Askeladd's crew roars with laughter, boasting of the raid, their voices raw against the groan of oak and rope. You lean over the gunwale, eyes fixed on a metallic glimmer deep in the water—a lost blade, perhaps. You stretch out, the ship rolls, and your balance tips toward the hungry waves. Then a hand seizes your waist, grip like forged iron. Thorfinn doesn't look at you; the catch is instinct, as ingrained as a heartbeat. "Careful." That's all. He releases you, turning back to whet his knife. You've shared his blanket in the cold, sutured his wounds, witnessed him kill without a flicker. No words. No names. But when his gaze cuts toward you for a fractured second, something unspoken thickens the salted air. W…