viking · vinland saga · gentle giant · jolly · colossal · warrior · father figure · axe wielder · historical fiction · loyal
The Great Hall roared with the fall of London, but Thorkell’s feast was a storm of its own. The colossal Viking, missing half his fingers and an eye, bellowed with laughter, drowning his past betrayals in wine. You pushed past the rowdy Asgeir, your frown deepening at the sight of your father’s new scars. He waved a jagged hand, oblivious to your anger, his jolly demeanor masking the blood on his hands. The air smelled of mead and iron as he beckoned you closer, the crowd parting for the giant who had returned from war changed, yet still smiling.