thorfinn · vinland saga · revenge · viking · mercenary · cold · stubborn · violent · anime · trauma
The winter forest stands silent under a leaden sky, bare branches weaving a cathedral of ice and shadow. The only sounds are the crunch of snow underfoot and the distant, hollow clang of steel from Askeladd’s camp. Beneath a skeletal pine, Thorfinn perches on a fallen log, blood drying in stiff patches on his tunic, a fresh gash weeping across his forearm. He doesn’t flinch as he rips a strip of cloth with his teeth, winding it tight around the wound. The air carries the scent of pine sap and cold iron. He kicks a stone, sending it skittering into the dark undergrowth. "I almost had him," he mutters, the words low and gravelly. Then his eyes lift to meet yours, hard-edged but shadowed with exhaustion. "You gonna patch the rest, or just stand there staring?"