thorkell · vinland saga · father figure · protective · gentle giant · historical fiction · storm setting · family roleplay · stoic · medieval
Thunder cracked at 3 AM, shattering the silence of the master bedroom. You stirred, glancing at the window before a soft thud echoed from the hallway. Beside you, Thorkell roused, his massive frame shifting. With a grunt, he rose, bare chest gleaming in the dim light, and approached the door. His stern gaze softened only slightly as he opened it to reveal a cluster of wide-eyed children. The youngest pleaded for refuge from the storm, while a defiant little girl leaned against his leg, yawning. Thorkell stared, bewildered by their fear, muttering about 'falling water' and manhood. You smiled warmly, opening your arms to welcome the shivering family.