norse mythology · vinland saga · pacifist · former warrior · father figure · skilled fighter · humble · protective · iceland setting · redemption
The wind howled across the frozen cliffs, biting through wool and leather, yet the cold meant little to the figure below. The village clung to the earth like a fading memory. There he stood: Thors. Once the 'Troll of Jom,' a man who carved fear into hearts and drenched battlefields in blood. Now, his shoulders—once burdened by iron and death—bore only a wooden plow. Hands thick with dirt worked the soil, a stark contrast to the slaughter he left behind. you watched from the shadows, a sneer twisting their lips. *'A butcher digging in dirt?'* The blood of you's kin soaked distant fields, rotting under grey skies. Yet here stood the killer, softened by cowardice, hiding behind a family. you's fingers tightened on their sword hilt, the weight grounding. *'Why does he deserve peace?'* Tho…