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Got a lil something fun :} idk I felt like beach vibes here eeeee summmerrr is gonna be fun. 😁

Bjorn deserves the worlddd aaaaaAaaAaH -

These two need some more fluff 😌

Before Bjorn got that braided beard 🙏🏻😲 - bros like 22 here in my head lol

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I’m working on chapter 3 for my Askebjorn fic … so much shits happened that I barely held on to anything worth living for… so I apologize that this lil fic has been on pause for so long. There’s been just so much things I had to grit my fucking teeth through that I had to protect this project of mine from the stress of the situations I’ve been handling and now in control of.

Anywaysss :> my Fic is called A Pretty Dagger

Next Chapter is going to be called:

Winds of Old and Gods of Spring

I’ve got some random art for these two 🤍 as well :}

Thanks for listening to my rant. 🫶🏼 :}

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Finally done it!

“Bliss n Teeth”

I love them sm 😆 aaaaa

Anyways I hope yall enjoy too!

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gang i fear im absolutely in love with Bjorn, anyways here's the tip of my Bjorn fanart iceberg(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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...this was supposed to be silly but might be too much blud ( ˙▿˙ ;)

Anyway i like askeladd calling himself 'grandpa' here. No idea what the original japanese is, and its not in the official english translation, but its endearing and canon to me

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Another little fic, this time with Bjorndad! It was also inspired by this Chickensauras comic 🥰

“Whatcha drawing?”

Thorfinn looked up at him from his crouch among the weeds and glared, a long piece of charcoal in his fist and black smudges on his cheeks. Bjorn had to stifle a laugh at his serious and deadly expression in contrast with the evidence of his artistic fervor.

He’d been on a kick lately, drawing all kinds of vivid and graphic scenes of Askeladd’s demise: dogs tearing him apart, a horse biting his hair off, Jormungandr pulling him off the ship and devouring him all while a stick-figure Thorfinn looked on with glee. They let him be most of the time since it kept him occupied while they were on longer journeys where he’d otherwise be pestering the crew with boredom. He must’ve gone through dozens of charcoal-sticks since the beginning of the season.

Thorfinn stood up, not breaking his glare. Bjorn felt the corner of his lip twitch with amusement.

“Can’t you see, stupid?” he said, pointing down at his scrawling. “It’s a ship with birds.”

Bjorn looked down at it with a faux-critical eye. In truth, he thought Thorfinn had a talent for drawing. Even though his way of drawing hands needed work, Bjorn could always tell what he was depicting. Askeladd had his own particular likeness, with the pointy hair and brows, and Thorfinn’s glare and evil smirk were unmistakable. Though Askeladd didn’t appreciate him scribbling on the maps Bjorn was secretly pleased that he found something other than playing with his seax and harassing the crew to keep him busy.

He hummed. “Those look more like bats to me,” he said, pointing at the birds.

Thorfinn glared at him again. Or rather, continued to glare at him. He crossed his arms and immediately left black handprints on his tunic sleeves.

“‘Cause you’re stupid,” he said indignantly and Bjorn laughed, not that it made the kid any less irritable. He just rolled his eyes.

“Got tired of drawing Askeladd?” he asked after managing to stop laughing. It was rare to see a drawing that was so thematically tame from him.

Thorfinn exhaled, finally breaking from his glare to glance up at the stone. It was rather large, a big slab that must have fallen from the cliff above, the edges covered with moss and ivy but the big flat surface of it relatively uncovered to the sun, baking pale grey. Thorfinn had drawn only on the very bottom of it so that the ship appeared to be sailing on the grass, and he only stood twice as tall as that drawing while the stone loomed nearly three times his height.

He looked back up at Bjorn with a frown, probably thinking that he really was stupid.

“I want to make a runestone,” he grumbled. “But I can’t.”

Bjorn nodded his head. Askeladd would probably poke fun at the kid’s smallness but Bjorn knew how it felt; despite what his current appearance might suggest, he had been small as a child himself and hated it. He reached out his hand and ran it over the surface of the slab, making a show of examining it.

“It would make a perfect runestone…” he mused, looking down in time to see Thorfinn’s fist curl harder around the charcoal and his nose to wrinkle.

They were within earshot of the crew and the day still had some hours left in it. They’d been camped at this spot for several days now and Bjorn was ready to find something to do that wasn’t drinking and counting their spoils.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, clearing his throat and pulling his hand back to stand up straight. Thorfinn looked up at him with curiosity.

“I’m tired of the crew, so I’ll help you reach the top if you make a good story.”

Thorfinn seemed surprised, his angry brows raising and then calculating his next move: the indignity of being held up to be taller versus the satisfaction of drawing another, more public denouncement of Askeladd’s character. Bjorn folded his arms over his chest and waited, already knowing which would win out in the end.

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They were nearly finished with the runestone by the time Askeladd came looking for them, strolling up the path whistling casually. Bjorn held Thorfinn up, trying not to grimace as the kid squirmed— he wasn’t very heavy but he didn’t know how to keep still, and everytime one of Thorfinn’s lines came out wobbly the blame would inevitably be on him for not holding him still enough. Even though Bjorn was pleased with the outcome of the stone, he was very excited for the kid to add his finishing touches.

“There you are,” Askeladd drawled, taking a moment to survey the stone with a sharp glance, a smirk gracing his lips.

“I should’ve known.”

Bjorn used this as a chance to set Thorfinn down, though he was sure he would’ve protested if he hadn’t, being held up like a baby and all. He grinned at his Captain and stepped back with him to look over the masterwork.

Thorfinn outlined the edge of the stone with a stripe of winding lines resembling a snake, with zig-zags mimicking the scales and making up for the lack of interlace common for most runestones. It read from bottom to top, with a clear depiction of Thors’s last stand making up the largest portion of the stone. There the larger figure of Thors with his dark hair held a sword to Askeladd’s throat as arrows rained down treacherously from the sky. Then, skipping over the death, was Askeladd fighting an enraged Thorfinn, his face an ugly scrawl before it was topped off by Askeladd’s certain demise at his hands, his eyes crossed out.

Bjorn was usually amused by Thorfinn’s works and all the creative ways he came up with to kill his Captain… but something about this runestone was different— perhaps it was the composition or the scale. It was also rather ominous, with Thorfinn’s smile at the end being less gleeful and more somber, and the snake circling the border marking, much like the world-serpent, the bounds of this one kid’s world, containing within the central death of his father. It was almost enough to make Bjorn feel a twinge of guilt. Almost. He didn’t regret for a second stepping into the duel to keep the point of a sword from Askeladd’s throat, honorable or not.

“Hmmm,” Askeladd intoned.

Thorfinn glared at him, his face even more smudged than when he began.

“Everyone will know how you cheated,” he huffed, crossing his arms and looking up at him victoriously.

Bjorn smiled— he could appreciate the way Thorfinn looked up at people like he was looking down at them. But he also knew Askeladd always had a quip prepared.

“How thoughtful!” he exclaimed dramatically, placing his hand on his chest in mock appreciation, his eyes glinting. Bjorn almost rolled his own eyes.

“I’ll be remembered for all time now.”

Thorfinn’s face fell, then twisted into an angry pout as Askeladd sauntered away with an insufferable smirk, picking up his whistling again. Bjorn looked down at the kid who was stewing in his anger and crouched down next to him.

“Jokes on him,” he whispered conspiratorially, catching his attention. “It will be on the stone juuuust long enough for people to see… and then the rain will wash the charcoal away!”

Thorfinn looked up at him, his face slowly turning into a genuine smile.

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Redraw from a movie I've never watched:

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Theyre havin a girls night out to bitch about their annoying boss :U

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Bjorn is not escaping the brainrot💔🥀

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Hi y'all.

Okay so I really wanted to finish The Bear King before I start writing some silly one-shots. But. While I was writing the epilogue, I lost one of my pets in a frankly horrible way and I just couldn't write after that.

So I decided to write this one-shot instead, as it's just fun and some light porn.

Please enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65162476

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Theyre bullyin their greasy son

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Possibly unpopular read, but I think askeladd (atleast manga askeladd) has similar energy to a Vincent price character :U

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sketch requests from twit (pt. 1)

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(Spoilers for, like, the first part of Vinland Saga I guess?)

Had a thought about Bjorn's death. I don't remember it being said in canon (could be wrong) but it's pretty much accepted that Askeladd killed him so Bjorn could have died in battle, thus getting into Valhalla.

Except. I had not thought of this when I read it, but Askeladd probably does not believes in Vallhala at all. What with his mother, his culture, and his problem to put it mildly with all things Dane, there is a very good chance he is not the same kind of religious as most vikings. So killing Bjorn - he did that because that's what Bjorn wanted. Going by his thoughts on Danes he probably thought the vikings' faith was barbaric or something along those lines, but he still participated in something almost ritual just so that Bjorn could have some peace of mind before he died.

He did this solely for Bjorn, there was absolutely nothing he could gain and nothing he did gain from this. He allowed himself to participate in the faith of a viking, which feels huge given his feelings about vikings in general.

Anyway be it platonic or romantic there was definitely something intense going on between those two, thank you for coming to my ted talk and have a good day

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Indulgent OOC possible incoherent train of thought bullshit (ﾉ•_•)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Arm wrestling animatic thing- idk if ill do more with it or not so posting as a wip.

Started messing w it after this doodle and thorfinns clothes are from this panel again cause I like em ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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I never know the 'best' way to post these, but: 5 page comic. Thorfinn 'no you!'-ing his way into a regular gig

Vaguely a stream of consciousness and tonally inconsistent continuation off this other comic