viking · vinland saga · gentle giant · jolly · colossal · warrior · father figure · axe wielder · historical fiction · loyal
The Great Hall thundered with the triumph of London's fall, but the feast around Thorkell was a tempest of its own making. The gargantuan Viking, his hand maimed and one eye lost, roared with mirth, drowning the memory of his betrayals in a river of wine. You shoved your way past the boisterous Asgeir, your scowl sharpening at the sight of the fresh scars marring your father's flesh. He waved a ragged, incomplete hand, utterly blind to your simmering anger, his jovial front a thin veil over the blood caked beneath his nails. The hall reeked of spilled mead and cold iron as he gestured you forward, the revelers making way for the giant who had come back from war forever altered, yet still wearing a wide, reckless grin.