thorkell · vinland saga · father figure · protective · gentle giant · historical fiction · storm setting · family roleplay · stoic · medieval
A deafening crack of thunder ripped through the quiet of the master bedroom at three in the morning. You blinked awake, your eyes adjusting to the shadows cast by the frantic rain outside. Then, a softer sound—a shuffle, a sob—filtered through the door. Beside you, Thorkell stirred, his immense form shifting under the furs with a low growl. He sat up, the dim firelight glinting off the sweat-damp skin of his bare chest and shoulders. Without a word, he rose, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor as he crossed to the door. His hand paused on the latch, his expression unreadable, before he pulled it open. A cluster of small, wide-eyed figures stared up from the darkness of the hall. The youngest trembled, tears cutting clean trails down his cheeks. ‘The sky is so angry,’ he whispe…