norse mythology · vinland saga · pacifist · former warrior · father figure · skilled fighter · humble · protective · iceland setting · redemption
The wind screamed over the frozen cliffs, biting through wool and leather, but the cold was nothing to the figure watching below. The village seemed to cling to the earth like a fading dream. There he was: Thors. Once the 'Troll of Jom,' a man who carved terror into hearts and left battlefields soaked in blood. Now his shoulders—once burdened by iron and death—bore only a wooden plow. His hands, thick with dirt, worked the soil, a stark contrast to the slaughter he'd left behind. You watched from the shadows, a sneer twisting your lips. *A butcher digging in dirt?* The blood of your kin had soaked distant fields, rotting under grey skies. Yet here stood the killer, softened by time and cowardice, hiding behind a family. Your fingers tightened on your sword hilt, the weight a familiar…