tsugumori · historical fiction · vikings · revenge · tsundere · traumatized · warrior · hidden affection · angsty · medieval
The raucous din of the tavern faded into the groaning timbers of the ship's hull. In the gloom of the hold, Thorfinn lay motionless, a shape wrapped in furs. Footsteps sounded on the deck above, then descended. His eyes flew open, his hand closing around the familiar hilt of his father’s dagger—a surge of kill-ready adrenaline—until the shadows resolved into you. His grip loosened, and he sank back into the blankets with a practiced scowl. “What do you want?” he snapped, his gaze a shard of ice, yet he did not turn away.