#thorkell vinland saga headcanons

[shinjisdone]

𝑉𝜄𝜋𝑙𝛼𝜋𝜕 𝑆𝛼𝑔𝛼

(𝘼𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮)

To Soften A Warrior's Heart - War Arc

[Scenarios of crawling your way into Thorfinn's heart in the form of headcanons. Slow burn. Each part follows an chronological order and will loosely follow the plot of season 1]

Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ₁ ﹙Wᴀʀ Aʀᴄ﹚﹕

Part 1 - (Meeting Thorfinn at 14y/o)

Part 2 - (Meeting & bonding with Thorfinn at 17y/o)

Part 3 - (Blooming friendship with Thorfinn)

Part 4: - (Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart)

Part 5.1: - (Headcannons of sweet things Thorfinn would do for you)

Part 5.2: -(Headcannons of other sweet things Thorfinn would do for you)

Part 6: - (Meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond)

Part 7: -(Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up to you; Thorfinn leaves you behind for revenge)

Part 8: -(Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn)

Part 9: -(Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd)

Part 10, Finale: -(Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises toVinland broken and abandoned)

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[rukia-writes]

Could you do hc or scenario for thorkell with an extremely affectionate SO? Like loves PDA and giving him pet names and cuddles

It’s like looking himself in the mirror 🪞

gives the same energy back but times a 100. 😭 (he’s pushing 60 giving PDA-who’s going to check him is the question?? No one. ((Maybe Asgeir))

Pet names? “What is it love bug?” Or “whatever is wrong buttercup? What can your knight in shining armor do for you?” You see? He gives it back and he can be a little dramatic sometimes but most of the time he’s just matching his beloved’s energy.

An extremely affectionate s/o doesn’t turn him off in the slightest. It actually has a opposite affect because he knows his s/o is loyal and he values that in a s/o.

Holding hands? Go for it ♥️ kissing him after battle? Kissing him during battle (would be after)? But go for it! He loves it.

If others don’t like it Thorkell will either scoop his s/o in his arms and take them somewhere private. But depending on who it is he’s just going to tell them “Mind your business.” And continues to kiss his s/o and they both make out right there. (If the s/o so chooses. Thorkell never disrespects his s/o)

Cuddles are a thing and he’s really big and warm 🔥 so on cold nights especially he doesn’t mind. He snores a bit once he falls asleep but that’s okay 👌🏻

🎄Rukia-Writes🎄

[lylaa-bc]

Homens de Vinland Saga e os ✨filhos que eles teriam✨

💛 Thorfinn seria pai de um lindo casal de gêmeos. Ele escolhe o nome do menino e é claro que é Thors, em homenagem ao seu pai. Sua esposa pode escolher o nome da menina, mas ele dará palpites e sugestões.

Depois de toda a turbulência de cuidar de dois bebês ao mesmo tempo, ele não quer mais filhos.

🩶 Askeladd teria uma menina. Ele não a nomearia como sua mãe porque não quer associar seu passado com sua menina. Passa toda a gravidez discutindo nomes com sua mulher, mas no fim, a deixa escolher entre dois que mais lhes agradam.

Ele pensa em talvez ter um menino quando sua filha estiver mais velha, mas não faz questão. Se acontecer, ótimo, se não, sua filha é descendência o suficiente.

🤎 Bjorn teria quatro meninos. Ele escolheria nomes fortes, com um significado de valentia e coragem, mas que ainda soem bem. Ele acha que, como manda a tradição, deve nomear seus filhos.

Gostaria de ter ainda mais filhos, quanto mais, melhor, e ele nem se importa com o gênero.

Brinca muito sobre seu filho mais velho namorar a filha de Askeladd, mas secretamente ficaria muito feliz se acontecesse mesmo.

💙 Thorkell teria duas meninas e quatro meninos. Todos teriam nomes que remetessem à guerra, como Valquíria, por exemplo, e nomes de Deuses, como Thor ou Odin.

Também quer nomear seus filhos como manda a tradição, e espera que sua esposa os aprove.

Depois dos seis, ele não planeja ter mais filhos, mas se acontecer, ele não reclamará.

🧡 Canute teria dois meninos e duas meninas, com idades bem próximas entre si.

Seu filho mais velho se chamará Ragnar e sua esposa não pode contestar isso, pois é importante para ele homenagear o homem que o criou. Para os outros três, ele e sua mulher escolhem juntos, um nome que agrade a ambos.

Não sente que precisa de mais filhos, afinal, seu sucessor está garantido. Além disso, está feliz com a família que tem.

Ainda assim, acaba adotando a filha de um soldado que morreu para o salvar.

[snakeymay]

I really mess up how to edit texts on tumblr, but I hope these skills come in time.

Modern AU: You live with a vinland saga character, as their s/o.

Askeladd

⚔️ He wakes up first, but at the weekends he sleeps till noon.

⚔️ He never has breakfast, only some good coffee.

⚔️ But if you put some effort and make breakfast for him he will think he is blessed.

⚔️ When you do household chores, he likes watching you doing your things and smirking, especially when you bend.

⚔️ He is a simple man, he loves butts.

⚔️ He doesn’t like helping at home, he gets too tired from his job, but if you ask him, Askeladd never refuses.

⚔️ You walk a lot in parks or just wandering through the city.

⚔️ Askeladd is a big chatterbox. But you love his stories, especially when he tells you about his collegues.

⚔️ You often watch history movies. Askeladd always adds some commentary and describes you facts from history. At those moments you just look at him in awe, his eyes shine from enthusiasm. You like him like that.

⚔️ He has high sex drive on Sundays. You always have sex - it is a tradition, more than going to church.

⚔️ He is a gentleman. Buys you expensive gifts, but usually, before it, he teases you a lot.

“ Are you sure you want that necklace? Oh, you look great and without it!”

⚔️ You pout and he laughs “ my girl, don’t react like I do it for the first time”

⚔️ You have a son. He is 4.

⚔️ He looks like Askeladd, especially with his bushy eyebrows and cunning look.

⚔️ But that boy is mommy‘s boy.

⚔️ Askeladd understands it and makes your son feel jealous. He can come and purposely hug you. The boy rushes back to you and tries to separate you and daddy.

⚔️ „ Dad, she is my mom!“

⚔️“ Ow, little thing. And I am your dad, I made you!“

⚔️ The boy embraces you and Askeladd bursts with laugh. He takes the son on his arms and says „ Take care of your mother, ok?“

⚔️ „ I won‘t let you down“

Snake



🐍 Snake has deep dreams so he never hears his alarm clocks in the mornings. But you do. You have to wake up to turn it off and wake Snake up. He is pretty obsinate so this process takes you at least 15 minutes.

🐍 You cook his breakfast. Always.

🐍 Snake is a breadwinner. He is traditional, so he doesn’t like his s/o working. You take care of home and this is enough. He helps you though.

🐍 You ask him to change his job but he refuses.

🐍 As I said, he is stubborn.

🐍 Snake buys alö food you like. He really spoils you.

🐍 You walk your dog out together.

🐍 When he is in a bad mood, he grumbles - you call him Sverkell.

🐍 Now Roald thinks he was too much with that old man.

🐍 Snake had tattoes on his arms. On of them was chosen by you.

🐍 He also has a bike, so when you go for a ride, you sit behind him and embrace his torso.

🐍 Usually he brings you to a coffee shop, you have some coffee and have your time together, enjoying the views of the town you live in.

🐍 „ I wish these moments last a bit longer then they actually do“ he whispers.

🐍 „ Me too“ you smile and peck his bristle covered cheek. He turns to you and kisses your soft lips. You blush and he smirks.

Thorkell

🪓 This man is a big child.

🪓LITERALLY A BIG CHILD.

🪓 Thorkell doesn’t cook or anything in the morning, but he throws rubbish away and walks with 2 of your dogs.

🪓Yet you take care of him.

🪓 Gets happy when you cook pancakes.

🪓 Always demands a kiss before he goes away to work.

🪓 You can‘t reach him so he bends to you or just grabs your waist and raises you to him.

🪓 He makes sloppy kisses ( i said it)

🪓 Sends you messages with memes.

🪓 Always types with mistakes.

🪓 So he mostly sends you audios.

🪓 He picks you up after your job and you go to a restaurant.

🪓 But he still loves your home cooking the most.

🪓 Sometimes he asks his sassy nephew Thorfinn to take care of your son and you go to a hotel, to have rest.

🪓 You know what I mean.

Adult! Thorfinn

🗡 Thorfinn is the most caring. He is a ready husband materials.

🗡 Mostly he cooks beeakfast, and you make dinners together.

🗡He taught you some famous Icelandic dishes. You don’t like them much but you cook them just for him.

🗡 Because you love him.

🗡 Thorfinn is empathic, he always understands what you feel.

🗡 So he is always by your side to support you.

🗡 You live in a big village. You plant some unpretentious greens and he builds some objects in your backyard.

🗡 He made swings for you and your daughter.

🗡 Thorfinn loves hugging you from behind and smell your hair. But your little daughter always comes up and cries: „ I want a hug too, daddy!“

🗡 Yes, she is daddy‘s girl.

🗡 Once in a week you drive to the nearest city and buy some clothes and stuff.

🗡 Thorfinn is generous. He lets you buy anythings you like, he trusts you and, well, he is a man who loves spoiling his woman.

🗡 On Fridays Thorfinn takes you to the bar with Einar, Bug eyes and other mates of his. You always have a good company.

🗡 You are not only his lover, you are his best friends. So you know a lot about his past. You have never reproached hims, but supported.

🗡 Well, he adores you for that.

[golden-saga-imagines]

Second part of headcanons of medic or midwife platonic bestfriend s/o

ASKELADD

🔪Have a medic in your gang is something very useful, this is what Askeladd thought when he hired you. But he never would imagine that you become in his best friend. Askeladd continues without understanding how you got it, he’s smart, mean and cruel; he built a wall of ice and steel for anyone could arrive at his heart, at the person what he really is.

🔪Maybe because you aren’t a Viking, you only works for some Vikings, you’re clever, wise and you know how treat that rascals that bother you. You have treated his wounds a hundred of times, you have looked him injured and weak.

🔪Although you trust in him, always remember him to be careful, you can heal a lot of injuries and treat illness, but you don’t have the Miracle Cure to save all men of the gang, and less to save him. So, before to go to the battle or some storming, you pull of his ear and throw him a warning glance. Bjorn laughs but you threaten him with the same.

🔪One day, when all men of the gang are very busy with his things, Askeladd approach to you, you think he’s a bit uncomfortable, but you let him rest, if he want tells you something, he will do. But the question catches you off guard.

“(Name)” he calls you, you can swear that he is a bit blushed. “You know if there’s some solution for the baldness”.

🔪You open very big your eyes and think that maybe Thorfinn mocked Askeladd excessively, but you shake your head. “There isn’t anything”. Askeladd sighs and pass his hand across his forehead, you approach to him, take his hand and apart it, you inclines to him and kiss his forehead. Askeladd looks you surprised and you smile him.

“I like it” you comment very softly.

🔪Askeladd doesn’t ask you about that again.

 THORKELL

⚔️Thorkell always returns to the Court for a one and unique reason, you. When he finishes a battle or campaign, he comes to you, to speak with you and tells you all he did. You’re the midwife of the Court and he can talk about blood and entrails without you fainted.

⚔️Thorkell isn’t very interested in your work, he knows that is important, but when you tell him how was your day, Thorkell pays a lot of attention, he likes the gruesome details: how much blood was, how leave the baby, were there any complication? In the end of your story, he always asks about the baby, if it’s fine.

⚔️In change, he tells you about his battles, how people he killed, how many enemies defeated. Thorkell can spend all night to tell you his adventures, he’s a great storyteller, uses the things he has near to him, he is very graphic and the battles are very honest, he doesn’t censoring any grisly detail.

⚔️He always waits your verdict, you aren’t a warrior but you see each day blood and pain, so, he considers your opinion. But you always end up to say: “I’m glad you come here safe to tell me it”.

⚔️ “Come on, Name!” He groans.

   Ari 🍂

[huicitawrites]

Yandere Vinland saga hcs?

Vinland Saga Headcanons

a/n: I’m LOVING the anime lately, so why not!

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Yandere! Vinland Saga Headcanons

Yandere! Various x Reader

Thorfinn:

He is very stubborn with his feelings at first.

The blonde tries to conceal the blushes and smiles you produce on him, after all he is here to defeat Askeladd not to play around with some random warrior.

However, as time passes by, he warms up to you. Soon, you become the only one who actually holds real, lasting conversations with him. Thorfinn practically drags you to training sessions -he’d never spar with you, of course- as well as he always got to eat dinner with you.

You became the greatest of friends. 

Just as he hardened his expressions under that bitter frown of his, Thorfinn hid other feelings. 

A seething, furious jealousy when you’d talk with the rest of Askeladd’s soldiers or the freezing fear he’d experience when you headed into battle.

At one point, when you had unfortunately been stabbed on your lower abdomen, Thorfinn snapped. You were not the unfortunate one, -in this one occasion at least- no; the man holding the spear was. 

Merciless, the blonde pierced his chest hundreds of times before slicing his head off in a single, bloody motion.

The look on the blonde’s dark eyes. The roar chanted with rage.

You were absolutely terrified. 

From that moment on, the young warrior  would never let you out of his range. 

No more fighting for you

No engaging with others for you. 

Whenever you complained, he answered “It’s for your sake, [Y/N]”.

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Askeladd: 

The blonde, blue-eyed man is cunning and smug; he LOVES toying with you the most. In fact he may even consider it a hobby of his.

Not in a torturous way, Askeladd opts to be more friendly. watchout don’t let him deceive you.

 He’d rather tease you until your cheeks turn into darker shades of red rather than other more disturbing methods.

In spite of his mocking and sometimes rude attitude, you manage to consider him a friend. 

 The blonde man is your best company. 

He is the only one who approaches you , although you’ve been travelling with your fellow warriors for some months by now. Quite odd, you guessed. Although you felt lonely, he felt delighted.

 As eccentric as he would always -without exception- sling a cozy arm over your shoulders, or lay a gentle hold on your  waist.

 Every time the sun is at its highest point  and even when the stars take over, Askeladd never fails to dine with you.

Alone.

Just the two of you.

 Your pretty, [e/c] hues focused on him solely. 

That smile of glistening white pearls and  plump pink lips. The melodious tone of your laugh, the sweetness of your adorable giggles.

The blonde man craved them all to be his own. Like any human’s natural curse, Askeladd was greedy.

 Oh, so, so irremediable greedy.

A vile, treacherous desire to keep you . And every warrior under his lead knew what Askeladd “wants” is what Askeladd “gets”.

There was no trouble, no hesitance or resistance from his soldiers when he gave the command. 

Once Askeladd’s lips parted to forsaken you from his men.

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Bjorn:

He is a horror-striking man.

His tall, broad build and stern face can manage to intimidate anyone who stands in his way. The path to you of course.

The brunette is also extremely loyal to those he comes to respect. However, this blessing -if you could call it as favoring as that- is for a few.

Askeladd held a special place in his heart, to Bjorn; the blonde was an amazing leader as well as a great friend although he did not reckon much about his background.

Then Thorfinn, well, he admired him in some sort of way. The child was no longer a weak brat but a strong and mature self-built man. (In his opinion, it was a pity he was stuck in revenge)

Finally, you came along- a whole different, extraordinary case.

Baldur, Freyja, Frigg and Gersemi must have adored him in order to tie the knots of your destinies. 

Or they must have loathed you with the contents of their all powerful, twisted beings for they have mocked you; spat with venom into your fate. 

Yet no matter your say, not even the will of the gods; Bjorn will have you by his side.

The bearded man was also rather cold. He really is not the most verbally emotional of these madmen.

Nonetheless, he is communicative through actions. Holding your hand, cuddling your frame, running his calloused hand through the strands of your shiny, [h/l] [h/c] hair. 

It is a surprise, indeed, unexpected from someone so rough and brute.

From a man who at the same, bites at your neck ‘till pecks of crimson form. The same palms which caress your smooth hair; pull, push and grasp your skin with faint consideration of the horrid, purple and yellowish spots.

A two-faced passion.

You wonder... how much he relishes in your tears, how much he enjoys your laughs. 

Which he loves the most.

But Bjorn cannot choose for he treasures you the most. 

Hence, as any vile greedy human whose dirty hands lay on something so, so divine and unique; he hides you from others.

Oh the toll the damn tent takes on you.

Gods aid any unfortunate soul who looks at you, as it might as well as be their doom. More cruel and less merciful will it be if they break as much as a single nail of yours. 

(i couldn’t find a good pic of him)

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Canute:

The prince is very reserved. 

Only opening up to a handful of people, between them; Ragnar.

He was the one who raised him, the father he never had.

Still there was you.

A servant’s child, who shared the same locking-fate as their parents.

Due to the small age difference and because of the unnerving times; ever since youth you’ve been entrusted, under Ragnar’s eye, to take care of the Prince.

Whilst you did not bare a sword in his name, raise a shield for him nor ride in his honor, you took a more domestic task. Feeding, bathing, looking over him.

You were one of the scarce in terms of loyal company, and due to your gentle nature, you two became friends.

It was polemic, and it spiked as you two grew.

Even so, the Prince never left your side. No matter how many times his father beat him. Although you warned him for his safety and reputation. Still and all when Ragnar would scold him. 

Eventually, people learnt to pay no mind as Canute did not speak to you; at all.

They, however, could not see the way he stared at you.

His irises widening as if they just witnessed a miracle- an angel.

Each night he checked on you, sneaking into the servant house to watch over your sleeping self.

Before he dozed on his own, Canute prayed.

It is a catholic custom, a traditional rule. 

Be that as it may, the blonde prince prays for you. He begs to the Lord for your safety and he is grateful. He expresses his thanks to the Father for allowing him to bask in your holy presence. Asking Him for another day in which he may indulge in your loyal company.

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Thorkell:

(x female reader)

He is the worst of mad men, truly, a nightmare in the flesh and bones.

Although the spiky blonde is a jolly man with a bubbly personality, he has a far darker side.

A complete battle maniac. Not thirsty for blood, but lusting for honor and glory. 

Thorkell seeks battles as a compass’ needles search for North. Anywhere a battle emerges, the viking follows suit. Always drawing his weapons and spilling blood in the name of Valhalla.

He had never been interested in settling down with a cozy family, or manage a village as chief as many of his peers. Thorkell could not find the fun in it.

Until you happened.

In the midst of battle, an elegant white mare charged and stomped over his soldiers as weak flowers over a blood-stained field. 

Yet his eyes were set on you, the rider of the proud stallion.

Long, braided [h/c] hair swayed with the winds grazing the battle. Deep, blue markings which accentuate your features. An armor of thick leathers with silver chains that wrapped nicely at your chest, shoulders and forearms. Tight leather pants dressed you and a long, navy skirt opened at the front; adding the touch of fierce femininity.

You were holding a polished iron sword that shined red with its blood. A light-blue shield with darker carvings, resembling the crest -of what he assumed- your village. 

A soldier of his charged without hesitation, only to be stopped by Thorkell. His large hand clasped down on the soldier’s shoulder, threatening to crush it; obliterate the bone into toothpicks. He managed to dislocate it. 

“She is mine”, the spiky blonde affirmed. Excitement rushed through his veins and he dashed to you as he sliced down anyone who stood in his way.

Finally, he stood face-to-face. Although he had to look downwards due to his colossal height, casting a looming shadow over your tinier frame.

Trepidation crawled from your toes and feet to your ears, gluing your stance to the ground. 

Teeth; white and luminescent in an organized row, grinning mischievously down upon you.

No words exchanged, no breaths huffed.

A heated battle sparked.

A fight of strength against agility, build versus speed.

You were petite compared to him- and that seemed so cute to him- so you aimed at the lower vital spots. Trying to immobilize his legs by slashing open eyes, yet he did not give you a second to do so. 

An all coming, non-stop series of attacks with his dual axes.

The man was unbelievable. Sure, the title “Thorkell the Tall” leaves to imagination the description of a giant. Nonetheless, never had this monster crossed your mind.  

A complete berserker, his stamina seemed infinite. And his resistance? Beyond the gods’ explanation.

No matter how much you cut him, he never fell.

All it took was a hit on your side - struck with his axe dull part - which certainly broke some ribs and sent you flying towards a tree. Your back crashed against the oak’s trunk and oxygen was knocked out of you. (Mind that you used your shield to block his move. )

Heavy footfalls on the snow crunched to your location. 

The blonde lowered himself to your level, almost eyeing you with pity. 

He slided his hand through the snow and hooked his arm around your waist.

Curious, brown orbs burned through your hazed [e/c] ones. 

Even in defeat, your beauty remain unrivaled by a valkyrie.

“I was never one to claim rewards after a fight,” he confessed “y’know- glory and honor, and a good loot for my soldiers- is all I ever fiested of.” Thorkell brought you closer to his face and conditioned  your sight onto his. 

A darker glimmer in them shook the pain away.

“Now, I think I will claim something more”.

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Hope you liked them!

[the-senates-one-fear]

back to the alpha clones i hold a headcanon that these guys were tall and i’m not talking CC and CT clone heights (which was around 6”/1.83cm but some went taller and personally i think the CCs were taller and buffer anyway *stares at all the buff fox fanart*) I’m talking these guys could get to 7” and were buff as fuck. (think Thorkell from Vinland Saga)

the war wouldn’t have lasted if they let the alphas loose and palpatine bloody knew it

i also like the headcanon (and im ignoring canon for this) that the alphas don’t have the same genetic loyalty and listen to authorities like the CCs and CTs so thats also why they weren’t allowed in the clone wars for long. too many picked fights (and won) with Jedi who weren’t kind to clones. they probably wouldve gone for senators and palpatine himself if under the right circumstances

[brewedlove]

How They Are As Parents

Part One | Part Two

Series/Fandom: Vinland Saga

Character (x reader): Thorfinn, Askeladd, Canute, Thorkell, Bjorn

Relationship to Reader: No Reader-Insert (Feel free read as if you are they’re child, though if you’d like).

Reader Specifications: No Reader-Insert / None

Word Count: 751

Warnings: Slight Angst, Mentions of Trauma, Slight Neglect, Slightly Overbearing Parenting, Slight Manga Spoilers

Requested: No

A/N: My motivation gave out maybe 1/3 of the way into writing this so I hope these headcanons are still decent enough. I plan on making a Part 2 with Einar, Snake, and the others eventually when my head doesn’t want to explode. There are no Reader-inserts! These headcanons only talk about the characters and their children who’s appearance, gender, and sex are unspecified. Feel free to put yourself in the position of their children, though if you’d like. (Click the photos for better quality).

UPDATED A/N: If you recognize this piece on a different blog under the name @iwritesinsandsins it’s because Tumblr silenced all my posts there so I’m starting over again. (／ˍ・、)

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Thorfinn (19+ Years Old)

If Thorfinn continued to carry his younger mindset and grudge against Askeladd into his adult years, he would’ve been a very awkward parent who begrudgingly shows his child(ren) affection on a good day.

Admittedly, he does actually love them but at times wishes that they were born to someone else that’s more suitable and fitting for the role of a parent than he is because he’s so focused on defeating Askeladd but now he’s conflicted on what he really wants with the child(ren) around.

Canonically as an adult, Thorfinn would try to raise his child(ren) in a similar fashion to how his own father taught him and to live a peaceful life away from the traumas of war.

Overall, he’d be a gentle father who teaches his child(ren) to be respectful, strong, and appreciative of what they have while also teaching them that situations do not have to be settled using violence.

Askeladd

Looking at his own childhood, Askeladd does not want to turn out like his father and would actively look out for his child(ren), making sure that they’re not in harm’s way as much as he can given what he does for a living.

He’s torn between wanting to shield them from the flaws of humanity but also expose them to it so that they can toughen up rather than go into the world blindly.

Instead, he’ll settle on subtly teaching them lessons through other people from afar, asking them questions to get them to think on their own instead of him directly telling them the answers.

Overall, Askeladd would still be playful with his child(ren), often teasing them while letting them grow to be more knowledgeable about people and the world around them.

King Canute

Canute understood familial love when Ragnar treated him like his own son instead of Sweyn so he’d want to treat his child(ren) like how Ragnar had raised him.

The main issue with being King is that he’s swamped with royal duties to please the people and nations, and has to be extremely cautious of those that’d want to target him and his child(ren) so it can be hard for him to actually spend time with them.

He feels guilty for having Estrid look after them all the time despite his sister’s reassurance so at the end of the day when he can finally rest, he takes his child(ren) in his arms either his bedroom chambers or theirs and holds them close.

Overall, Canute is a loving father despite his absence but he makes sure to check in with them every day and silently swears to himself that he’ll do his best to make enough time to do whatever his child(ren) wants.

Thorkell

Thorkell is thrilled at the idea of being a father because he wants to teach them so many things but someone has to remind him that child(ren) can’t do what he does, nor can they reach his level at such a young age.

It makes him pouty and leads him to being bored most of the time so he’ll try to find activities that are both fun for him and the child.

As they grow up, Thorkell will slowly incorporate more of his interests onto his child(ren), occasionally praising them when they do something he hadn’t expected of them.

Overall, Thorkell can come off as a little overbearing if his child(ren) isn’t/aren’t used to it or share the same interests but he means well and just wants to have fun with them and have them grow up to be strong like their dad.

Bjorn

Bjorn is the kind of father that would get mad if any of the crewmates hands his child(ren) a weapon and they sometimes like to do it for fun.

He just doesn’t want them to get hurt nor does he want them to fight or even know about the horrors of war and the sorts of missions he goes on with Askeladd’s crew.

They’re not exactly the ideal role models he wants for his child(ren) and genuinely rather have them grow up to live a peaceful life but he will teach them self-defense for when they need it as long as he or Askeladd is the one teaching them.

Overall, Bjorn sometimes lets his paranoia get the best of him when it comes to his child(ren) but he wouldn’t give them up for anything else and wants them to know that they have a dad to rely on.

[kaileeplayspokemon]

Did I Get Something Right?

Remember when I did my Vinland Saga dub headcanons? I wrote that I felt Patrick Seitz would be a great fit for Thorkell. Well, in the Netflix dub, guess who’s voicing Thorkell?

PATRICK SEITZ!

Holy shit, I had no idea that was coming!

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 10, Finale of S1)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)

Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)

Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 7 is here - Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up; Thorfinn leaves you alone for revenge

Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Tag list:

@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets

Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: Lost Thorfinn, you snapping, confrontation, crying and screaming, Thorfinn kinda losing it, depressive vibes, Thorfinn thinking about death, mentions of blood and snot, zombie Thorfinn, longing, abandonment]

It's Just Like A Burning Torch In A Storm, Like A Little Flower Blooming In A Home...

The weather has worsened as Askeladd predicted.

Even as it was past noon, the sky darkened in a warning as if it were the middle of the deadly night. Snowflakes that started out so lovely of how light they were, were now raining down like arrows and blurring the sight. You could barely see any light come from York and simply trotted after the footsteps your 'leaders' and 'liege' left behind.

You scoffed at the fear of the trails being hidden away by the upcoming storm at this pace, however. Dragging Thorfinn by his wrist would take forever until you'd find shelter.

You had told him to rest his broken arm in the sling but he let it swing with every little limp he managed after you. His good arm was just as lax and he barely let out any signs of pain of how utterly and crushingly tight you gripped his wrist as you dragged him after you. Hunched like a bell ringer, his pants and groans were as quiet as a mouse.

You bit your tongue. He barely paid any attention and just let you haul you around like a dog-

A thump. Thankfully you did not let your grip falter on him as he fell to his knees. Swallowing down a sigh, you turned around and tugged on his wrist. "C'mon. The snow is getting heavier."

Thorfinn hung his head.

"C'mon." You called out louder, tugging at him again. With a dreadfully slow pace, Thorfinn managed to lift one leg after another. After helping him up, you turned around to lead the way.

The same song all over again. The scenery did not seem to change, Askeladd and friends having vanished right under your nose. It felt like you were stranded on a place familiar yet far away. Freezing snowscapes weren't an ucommon sight and they surely were not with only Thorfinn as your company but this caving, this sharp chilliness that felt paralyzing as your heart seemed to give in the longer you dwelled here - as if this place was cursed - it was a first. It was all a first, daunting and frightening. Although, you doubted you could really pinpoint your feelings right now.

You let yourself sigh in frustration as Thorfinn fell once again. The crunching of the snow has become irritating and you snapped towards him. "Thorfinn. I know you can stand. You were running towards Askeladd just moments ago," You hoped it was 'just' moments ago, "Stand up already, don't have me haul you."

All you received was another groan. Another attempt but he kept on slipping. With a growl of your own you kneeled down to hold him under his arms. Heaving him with great effort, you almost slipped yourself as the blonde stayed limb, letting you lift him up with all your might. You felt like a mother with an grown man.

You scolded him again as he simply let himself lean on you once you were up on your feet - before pushing him away and giving him a good shake.

Still, he almsot tumbled down again.

"Thorfinn!" Yelling did not seem to effect him as well as his eyes, black and blue, narrow and swollen from the one-sided brawl, barely took in your figure. His brown eyes looked like they saw right through you, not even on eye level as he still did not walk straight, and it pissed you off.

Even breathing for air was painful, the sharp coldness of this barren, damned place wanting to cut into your lungs with each inhale as if taunting you, knowing that you rely on it now. Now, stuck in this forgotten land as the snow lies down on your shoulders. It's getting heavier and heavier, ringing in your ears as even they felt like falling off your head at any moment. They might as well. The biting wind, though gentle as it was, stealing any feeling you had in your bones.

Sniffing and swallowing your snot, you yanked at his arm again, swiftly turning around and trying to march after the fading footsteps as Thorfinn limped after.

The mere sound of crunching snapped the last strand of patience you so miraciously found within you and before the young man could completely slip again, he fell on his side instead as your fist collided with his face.

"You're a complete idiot!"

Thorfinn barely let out a sound. It made the fire within you rise.

"Askeladd was damn right! You're a moron! A godsforsaken fool! Idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

You stomped your foot, akin to a child, and Thorfinn wondered why you did not let him feel your ire instead, as he gazed up at you through lidded, swollen eyes. Though he did shakily gasp as you bent down and grabbed ahold of his shirt, holding him up to your level.

"The hell do you think you're doing here?! Huh?! What the hell are you doing here?! Answer me!" You threw him to the ground just as quickly. "You have people here that want you back to a home and you are crawling back to damn Askeladd out of all people! Vile, disgusting, bastard Askeladd!"

Your pants grew louder and louder, hands on your head, as they quickly snapped from brainless inhales to a growling, longing shriek - an animal squealing in pain.

"Do you have any idea - no, 'course you don't! You're a stupid mutt! You never think, never had any brains up there, did you?!" Piles of snow were thrown left and right, partly falling on Thorfinn, on his beaten body and face. He flinched at the contact. You kept on screeching. "You always end up like this. On the ground. Like a dog!" Again, you kicked snow his way, "When you could be somewhere else, somewhere far away that isn't here!"

You snapped your arm back to a direction you believed York was, distressed glare still on your friend, "What the hell was this Leif person talking about?! Iceland?! Helga and Ylva?! They're your family, aren't they?! You have family, Thorfinn, family that is alive and well and in Iceland and they want you back! They love you, Thorfinn!" Retreating your arm, you brought your hands back to your head, pulling on your hair, pulling on the last strand of sanity this man left you. Though you desperately were scowling, you wanted to scowl, your eyes were only wide. Wide and big, distress shining in them as tears welled up in the corners. A choked sob escaped you.

"Anyone would jump up in joy hearing that their family is still alive but you didn't give a damn about what that man had to say. He said he'd wait for you. Maybe he's still there."

The screeching softened the more you talked, misty-eyed as you gazed at anything but him. Lamenting to yourself at this predicament he found himself in. Thorfinn's own eyes widened as best as they could as he managed to sit up. A breathy gasp escaped him. He's never seen you like this.

"Do you have," Sobbing, you wiped your nose, "Any idea how lucky you are to have people in this world...that want you?"

The breathy gasp morphed into sharp inhales, greedily gulping in the painful air as Thorfinn kept staring and staring at you, wide-eyed and afraid. He barely could breath.

"You could be there...but you're not. So answer me when I ask you what the hell you are doing here."

Something...something he reckoned to be akin to ringing wormed its way in his ears alongside your sobs. He saw you hiding your eyes as tears fell down your face - but he wasn't sure, the heavy snow and his lidded eyes made it difficult to truly see you. Thorfinn was not certain if he stooped this low that he had begun seeing things.

Tilting his head down to the snow - his neck couldn't find any strength anymore - he startled at the face his father's dagger reflected. Swollen and broken...dark and bruised, blood and snot oozing out of his bent nose with one of his eye hardly visible and of course, barely able to see with it anyway. Maybe it wasn't the trick of the weather but just his swollen face.

He had seen this face time and time again.

It whined and fussed whenever he looked at it, leaving him no choice but to see its pain and its borderline stupidity. The blood coated on the blade as it cut the guards.

The broken arm that almost earned worse by Thorkell's duel.

The stomach that churned whenever he trotted away like a corpse out of sheer hunger. Looking for anything he could gnaw between his teeth.

The hand that held the torch to the woman's demise. The hair she groomed was soaked in blood later, he recalled.

All that gruesome work...all the murders and the guts on the floor, the stolen goods and impaled heads...all those errands.

It was all this ugly face that he sees.

He sucked in air only to let them out in a wail. He wailed and wailed, louder and louder, his voice cracking as his tongue was tied and not able to form any words. He stared at you as you kept on sobbing.

Thorfinn's scream pierced through the heavy snow and the deafening silence. The cold, the snow, the dark, thunderous sky was nothing compared to this might, to this pathetic pain. It was louder than anything else you'd ever heard, both from the people you've killed and their pleas for mercy, and from the amount of grief he so sparingly shared with you, here and there.

Wiping your tears, you grimaced. Even through this wail that teared your heart apart, you could not help but think back on Askeladd. Oh, how wretched he'd feel this sight would be.

It hurt even more that you'd even agree.

It's Just Like A Lighthouse In Your Hands, Like A Little Flag Flapping In The Sands...

Misty-eyed, you looked down on the mutt wreathing in the snow. In his beaten state he could no longer look down at his dagger, could not form any words of remorse, imploration or grief. It was animalistic braying, as Askeladd described, howling at a moon that won't ever rise. You observed for some more, drying your face completely before falling onto your knees before Thorfinn.

His brown eyes struggled to follow your movements but that did not bother you. Watching him twitch and turn, you scooted closer and opened your arms. Arms that felt to heavy to share any burden.

Your limbs were slow, so woefully slow and heavy as they wrapped around his hunched body. Even as you gently and gingerly pressed him against you, Thorfinn continued to cry out, seeming to not have even noticed your gesture. He seemed to only gulp back for air when the side of his head was pressed against your chest.

This cringing feeling only grew worse at the rapid speed of his heart pounding against you. It was akin a bird's panicked flappings as it tried to misguidedly escape the cage it's been put in. However, you still tried to focus on the lightening aspects. How his gasps ceased and he himself tried to take deep breaths. Your hand found the crown of his head, stroking his grimy hair.

Thorfinn jumped. These calm breaths of yours tickled his head, leaving him shuddering. Gazing into the empty, barren snowscape he pondered if - maybe if, as long as he's not mistaken - you had ever done something so comforting to him before. He thought of it to be comforting at least. The familiarity of it all left him stumped as well as equally frightened. He did not know what to make of it.

Were you always like this? You have never...embraced him like this before. Was it because of him? Did he put a distance between you? Were you hesitant, perhaps reluctant to offer him soothing solace such as this? Thorfinn did not know and he did not remember.

Letting out a confused groan, he ever so tediously turned his head and gazed up to you. Chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you like an intriguied animal.

You cringed slightly at the face before you. No longer stroking his hair, you grabbed a fistful of snow and gently rubbed it against his dark blue cheek. Thorfinn did not resist but only let out a soft croak of pain. Still, his eyes never left you. "I'm sorry. I made the bruise worse." You spoke under your breath. The snow dissolved and fell apart, leaving only your reddened palm to cup and carress his face. You hoped it would soothe the injury.

Wordlessly, you continued to graze the bruises on his face with your cold hand in an attempt to lighten the pain. The blonde, as beaten and silent as he was, fluttered his eyes close whenever your fingers touched the swollen lumps nearby. He'd croak and sigh at the lightest of touches, leaning on you on his knees and face tilted up to look at you. Wiping the blood under his nose caused him to sneeze and you ripped a handful of your cloak off, offering for him to sneeze into it.

"One more time. The blood might dry and clump up your nose." He did so as told, clumps of snot and blood pulled out of his nostrills. He sniffed, inhaling the air. You threw the blood-soaked cloth away. Wiping your hand, your brought it back up to press his head against you, hesitant, but deciding to squeeze him ever so gently. Your face grimaced but you did not want to let him know.

It was almost on command. How he let his head turn around again, his ear leaning against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. His own pounded against his chest, calmly yet alone. Lonely and longingly. Aside from it, he was empty. So, so empty he would have loved nothing more than to just lean against you and sleep. Sleep forever.

"...C'mon, Thorfinn. Let's get ourselves somewhere warm." Obeying your command once again, he looked back up at you with big eyes, before lifitng himself up. You tucked a few loose strands of unruly hair behind his ears before slinging the good arm around your shoulder, with your face close to one another, you marched back to York.

A Floating Moon...You Still Croon?

He still leaned against you, that fool.

It nearly made you smile how he almost snuggled. Yet it was just as pathetic. Pathetic and ironic like the sun that decided to bless you the moment you found York again. The snow below you all but melted away by its rays and left nothing but filthy, grimy roads. You prefered it over the slippery ice.

The town was rather crowded. Carts filled with many goods pulled by healthy, decorated horses and men with respectable blades passed by. The meeting is soon to begin, you believed.

Still, it only made you more hesitant to ask for any help. Anyone you turn to could be some high and mighty ruler of a region or worse, their vessels and guards. The many swinging scabbards at their hips did not ease your anxiety.

The side of the road it was. Better behind some stables in the shadows and out of the sight of the many servants. Thorfinn looked worse for wear and a youngling like you would definitely not be welcomed with open arms. Oh, how awfully right you were.

With another person's weight on your side, you accidentaly bumped into another. Praying they'd simply scoff or ignore you, you immediately bowed your head and apologized once they argued with you.

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing? Bumping into me, eh? Causing an accident only to rob me from my goods, eh? I know that trick." One approached while you stepped back with Thorfinn in tow, head hanging low. You shake your head, trying to explain that it was indeed a mere accident-

"Don't pull that on me. Look at you, beaten and cold. You two must be poor beggars. C'mere, we know what to do with lot like you." As soon as you were cornered and one pulled his arm back for a punch, Thorfinn snapped his arm forward and shoved the man out of the way. He shrieked, alerting the others. "Hey, now-!" The second one grabbed your shoulder, however, he was swiftly kicked off, legs sweeped under his and falling into the manure below. Thorfinn let out something of an scoff despite his unreadable gaze.

Just as your friend was ready to bash the third man out of the trio, you made a run for it. There was no time to scold Thorfinn - you couldn't afford to earn the anger of some ruler's servant!

A mere barn was found and you snuck Thorfinn to the back behind a few bundles of hay. That certainly was close...but you didn't have the strength to berate him any more.

Instead, you tended to him some more, the best that you could as beggars. The man wasn't nearly wrong. Even now Thorfinn only let out a few hums at each action and touch, nodding meekly at each of your words. It was pitiful and equally heartbreaking.

Only to you though, it seemed.

You gently placed your hand to his forehead and sighed in relieve when not detecting a fever. It didn't appear that he had any symptoms either.

The blonde just leaned into your touch, tired.

You tucked a few unruly locks away. "I have to fetch something...I'll be right back." You snapped up only to be tugged down abruptly. Widened eyes looked down to find Thorfinn grabbing your wrist, stopping you and pulling you down. His swollen lips parted for air and eyes were still unreadable. Lying a hand on his, you tried to offer a smile, "I'll be right back, it won't take long. Just stay here and don't move from your spot."

The grip on your wrist was tight enough that you had to shake it off and leave before he could jump after you.

You missed the way his hand reached for your vanishing figure.

The port was even busier, making your heart race.

It was a mystery to you how you managed to find the short, unassuming man within the crowd of bellowing merchants and sailing boats but there he was, staring at you with wide, big eyes. He blinked a few times; Not quite certain if he should even be speaking to you - with that glare you were offering him.

"I don't know any details," You began, "But I have a request. I'll do what it takes for you to accept it." The man let out a nervous, brief chortle before taking a step forward. His hand scratched the back of his neck. The best he could was bear a crooked grin. "Now, hold on, little one. You, ah," He hesitated, blinked and took a breath, "I saw you with Thorfinn the other day. You are a friend of his, no?"

The man did not miss the way you avoided his gaze.

"And you are a relative of his, right? Uncle...Leif, it was?"

The merchant laughed and his nervous tone quickly shifted to a carefree one. It startled you yet that did not stop him from explaining his situation.

That was all nice and dandy...but you did not have time to listen to old tales.

"Listen, I know where he is. I'll take you to him but for that...you have to take him back to Iceland."

Leif could not deny that your request intriguided him. After all, just like Thorfinn you seemed to be a viking despite being his friend. He never had a viking ask him for a favour.

"I'll do whatever it takes to get him there. I'll personally drag him to your boat if I must, beat him black and blue and throw him into it." Again, Leif waved his hands and hoped his awkward laughter would ease the tension...and make you realize how dramatic your solutions were. It was not neccessary, he'd say, all that was needed was a good talk and listening to each other. To follow one's heart...and he's sure Thorfinn would choose the right answer.

That was enough for you to consider it a deal. Hurrying the older man, you were suddenly stopped as he tapped your shoulder. "I wanted to thank you, young one."

Raising a brow, it only made Leif grin.

"Thank you for being a friend to Thorfinn. He used to be such a sweet and hopeful kid...but now, he'd been through hell. I don't know all of the details but I am certain his life would have been more miserable if it weren't for you. Thank you for always staying by his side."

He continued to speak. You listened attentively, your eyes widened and fearing to tear up yet again at these kind words of this kind man.

Thorfinn could count himself lucky to have people who love him.

Listen To Me, Cleave Your Way Again, Again...

The floor was cold but thank the gods not as cold as the snow outside.

Lonely droplets of water fell down one after another and another and another; Like a melody to the puddle below. Thorfinn would have liked to thank to be alone right now. Alone and with not another soul as his company, as the trio of men chased after him and handed him over to the town's guards. With no resistance, he let himself be thrown into the dungeon.

But he could not find any gratitude in his empty heart to any gods right now.

You weren't back. You said you would be but when he looked up to the shadows hovering over him, he was met with three disgusting grins and not your smile. Bitter, bewitching, bland - it did not matter, he just needed to see your smile again.

You...held him. As if he deserved it.

You deserve to be looked for right now but he could not find any strength nor vigor to get up and escape, as easily as he was capable of it. All his head was filled of where questions on your whereabouts as his heart yearned for your presence.

A guard called out to him, speaking of an visitor. His first thought was you and how you returned to him. As best as he could, he crooked his neck and uttered your name.

Yet you weren't back still. There, sitting on the ground with the brightest smile he could muster was the man who used to tell him stories as a child. He prepared himself before he spoke. "Thorfinn. I've been told of an rowdy beggar being locked up. My gut feeling told me that might have been you, my boy."

Thorfinn sighed in disappointment and laid back down.

Leif licked his lips, taking a deep breath. "...You told me how you suffered for the past eleven years since we lost you, Thorfinn. You spoke of how I wouldn't understand, and I might not, and how...you couldn't find any peace within you as long as that man was still alive."

"...That...has nothing to do with you."

Nevertheless, the man persisted, believing it to be of concern to him. The fighting, the wars, the pain - and of how he swore it to himself to bring an end to it all by bringing him home.

A home filled with warmth and people. Of stories, some true and some silly, of food and water. Of no fear for your life and your future. A place where there was love.

"I swore an oath, you know? To myself and to Thors...that I would bring you back to Iceland. Bringing you back home where you belong, Thorfinn. That is the honor I want to uphold and the least I owe to Thors."

At the utter of his father's name, Thorfinn found the fortitude to sit up. Leif's grin was even more radiant than he remembered as a child. "So, Thorfinn...let us go back home. To Iceland!"

"Home...?"

Home...how tempting that word was. How it rolled off his tongue like stenching poison.

Home...after all this time? Why? Why would he, why should he?

Could he even?

"My boy, you said it yourself!" Leif scooted closer, his grin rivaling the sun, his eyes shining like a jewel. "So we can go to Vinland!"

Thorfinn could barely catch his breath, his empty chest that barely could hold his caving heart now rising. Rising, as he remembered the tale of old times.

A land far in the west, beyond the ocean...a land so warm and fruitful and so far away that no slave drives nor wars could reach it...

"Thors wished to go there, too...and I am sure - no, certain! Certain that if he was still alve, he would have loved nothing more than to travel to Vinland!"

Thorfinn hung his head. Was he...even allowed to hear such things, let alone do them? Take action?

"Home...and Vinland..."

Not being able to hold off his quivering smile, Leif dusted himself off as he got up on his feet. He walked slightly to the end of the bars. "And if you allowed it too, Thorfinn...I invited another companion to join us."

Now standing near the end, Leif opened his palm. Squinting his eyes, Thorfinn made out an hesitant, shaking hand peeking out from behind the wall and gingerly taking Leif's own outstretching one. He gladly wrapped his fingers around it, while the other shyly wrapped theirs around him, after a good while.

Following him, behind the wall your figure appeared - and the young blonde wasted no time to jump to his knees. You turned to him, looking down with a bittersweet smile. Thank the gods, he could see your smile that he so wished for.

Voice shaking with disbelief he called out your name.

"You gave me an heart attack."

My, did you tell him of how he did give you an heart attack when you returned to the spot with Leif and found him to be gone. Of how you told the man that he must be arrested and locked up, like the idiot that he was, and that he'd best be bribed free. Leif took the initiative and kindly asked you to wait.

Grey eyes glanced between the two of you and Leif let out a sigh of relieve, his hands on his hips. Even in this odd, ridicilous and hopeful situation that you wanted nothing more than to put your faith into, you approached the bars and looked down at your friend with the sweetest smile you could muster.

"After all this...could you take me to Vinland?"

Listen To Me, Sail Away Again, Again...A Misty Moon

I'm Missing You...

For the first time since today, you could feel the breeze.

No longer was it biting or howling but simply soothing.

This road, dirty and muddy and the chants of the people going their merry way felt like a dream.

Stepping inside Leif's humble, little boat felt like a dream.

The mention of other possibly kind merchants joining as Thorfinn held your hand - it was wonderful. Once he was out, he embraced you tight, not saying a word. He worsened his broken arm with the never-ending squeeze he gave you and definitely smeared snot and blood on your neck when he buried his head in there, but you did not dare to complain. Your arms wrapped around his body, silently grateful to have him back.

In this mess that you were and the mess that you are, you felt like the luckiest person alive. You, bewtiched by the bliss, did not complain as Thorfinn let go of your hand.

He was as quiet as a mouse, anyway. You let him ponder, you let him pout to himself. But what you could not let happen was him vanishing once again.

As he did on that snowy hill to fight Thorkell.

"Thorfinn!" Yours and Leif's scream aligning with a bird's shriek. The man just got this little boy back and now you were running off as well, searching for him. He thought he finally found Vinland. Finally could honor his own oath and quench this sadness in his heart.

It was all for nothing.

The searching, the bribing, the empty promises on his behalf...your fighting, your murders, tending his wounds and holding him in your heart. All for nothing.

Yells echoed within the meeting hall. You caught a glimpse of brown and yellow make a sharp turn for it. "Thorfinn!" Yet as men tried to flee the hall, you only struggled to get inside, hearing Thorfinn's screams for Askeladd.

He seemed to have gotten in as his figure vanished from your sight and you hardly could hear him. The yelling and screaming ceased - what had happened in there?

"Thorfinn! Thorfinn, come back! Please!"

Not a reply, not a bellow of utter agony either. It was only you, screeching out his name, screeching out to be let go as the many servants and guards dragged you out. Pulling on your cloak, pulling on your hair, your arms, your face.

"Thorfinn!"

You could not see beyond the crowd. It was eerie to not hear anything from him. Now you wished he hadn't been so quiet.

"...What...? You, are dying? You...?"

The men reckoned you to be a beggar, wondering what you are doing here. Breaking into the king's meeting.

"...Don't be so foolish...and stop this nonsense. I give you my life...but...what will you do with your life...after you've taken mine...?"

Your screaming only convinced them of your madness. A mere, hysterical beggar breaking into the king's murder.

"Thorfinn!"

"...Will you take your friend with you...? Or will you do as I did to Björn...you should go, Thorfinn. Go far, far away from here. Somewhere that isn't here..."

You shall be taken away. Hysterical but maybe useful.

"Damn it, come back! Go back to Iceland, Thorfinn! GO BACK TO ICELAND!"

Iceland is not a fruitful or promising land...you shall be useful somewhere else. Somewhere that isn't here.

"...Go, Son of Thors...become a true warrior..."

Do Good, To Be Good...Do Good, To Be Good...You're Not Alone...

For the first time today, you felt the agony that dwelled within your heart, boiling there, wating for this moment.

The faces of the people, the mud of the road pressed into your face, the cuffs on your hands. It was a true nightmare.

Ripped away from the second Thorfinn let go of your hand and did not return to you. You still missed his silhouette. It was gone the moment you were hauled out of the place and thrown into the sea.

Thorfinn did not even answer your cires.

No one would now to a slave.

[4seasonsofart]

It's that time of the day again where I imagine if Vinland Saga characters were self-aware. On today's roster, we have the one and only Thorkell the Tall. Now let's think about this logically: Thorkell would not be subtle at all. As soon as he gains the least bit of self-awareness, you will know. Being quiet and playing things safe isn't exactly his style. Thorfinn is glaring at me in the corner of the page while I am writing this.

He would immediately announce to his band of men that he is able to see into other dimensions and that he has been blessed by the God's. Thorkell says that they are being watched from above and looked overprotected by you. How does he know your name? Well, he just looked through your phone through the online version of the manga. He needed to learn the name of the attractive reader who was constantly looking at him.

Thorkell loves to flex his strength and skill, and when you open the manga, it immediately becomes a war zone around him. He will subtly flex his muscles and go out of his way to get into fights to impress you. (Cough, cough; Thorkell's version of subtle is not subtle at all.) He will decimate entire armies while laughing and then looking back at you and winking. "All for you, love." Is something he jokingly says to flirt with you. His band is somewhere in between being in awe that he is in contact with a higher power and thinking that Thorkell has just completely lost it.

He will move things into manga panels so that he is able to show off his treasure and many valuables to you.

He talks to you through the pages as he speaks of his many travels. You think you are going insane because you are talking to a Vinland Saga character through a manga. Although you both do enjoy the conversations. Time has passed quickly since you first met self-aware Thorkell.

Thorkell always insists that you have a version of the manga open on your phone or a physical copy on you at all times. He may not be real in your world, but he still wants to be able to protect you anyway he can. If someone insults you, then he'll start shouting through the pages, and you have to close the book. You have gotten some weird stares as others have heard Thorkell's voice. It is disturbing and also nice to know that you aren't crazy because other people can hear him as well. So yeah, you need to have a talk with him about that. He shouldn't just start shouting at people randomly.

Thorkell just wants to show you why they call him invincible. Is allowing him to protect you through the pages really that much of a problem? He just wants to protect you.

[rukia-writes]

If I may.... can I request something NSFW where it's the S/O's first time? With Askeladd and Thorkell? :3

Of course you can ❤️✨✨✨

✨Rated: M (I tried to keep it gender neutral)

“This is your first time? Don’t worry you’re in good company.”

Askeladd smoothed over the worry in (Name) as he kisses the neck from behind them while taking off their clothes.

“What if someone hears?”

“I’ll tell them to fuck off or else. I told you, you’re in good hands.”

A moan left his significant other as he slapped their butt.

“Do you want to continue? I can stop at any time.”

Askeladd whispered from behind in (Name)’s ear.

“I want you to continue.”

“You do? Why?”

Askeladd teases as he put (Name)’s back against the wall.

“Because I..I want to feel you.”

A smirk formed on Askeladd’s as his blue eyes never left (Name) as he went lower and lower.

“I’ll have to teach you dirty talk, we have all night.

Thorkell:

“Your first time?”

Thorkell has his hands on (Name)’s hips as both were in the river Thorkell ready to insert his cock., both were supposed to have bath day.

That quickly changed.

“It is. Be gentle please.”

“Well, if that’s what you want..I will try.”

Before (Name) knew it Thorkell had them moaning in the river on his cock, both not caring who saw.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

[lylaa-bc]

Eu só acho que existem tão poucos hcs/fanfics de Vinland Saga. Eis então minha contribuição:

🩶 Eu li isto de um perfil daqui do Tumblr e concordo tanto: Thorkell precisa de roupas sob medida porque ele é enorme, mas então ele sempre volta à sua costureira porque continua rasgando suas roupas. A verdade é que ele está interessado nela e essa é sua desculpa para vê-la mais.

Agora, imagine que ele, apesar de ser quem é, fica todo sem jeito perto dela porque quer impressioná-la, mas tudo o que vem a sua mente são suas histórias brutais de batalhas.

Ele só quer cortejá-la direito, só que não faz ideia de como, então continua voltando e continua contando suas histórias na esperança de que dê certo.

Quando ela diz que gosta de ouví-lo, ele ficaria tão feliz e animado!

🤎 Ainda sobre homens de VS que não sabem como cortejar uma mulher, Bjorn seria TÃO tímido sobre isso. Quero dizer, ele é um viking e tudo mais, ele já esteve com outras mulheres antes, especialmente prostitutas, mas essa? Ele está encantado. E desnorteado. Então ele tenta gestos fofos e pequenos como dar uma florzinha ou roubar alguma jóia para ela em alguma vila que ele e o resto da tripulação de Askeladd forem saquear. Bjorn faria beicinho e ficaria amuado se sentisse que seus atos não estão surtindo efeito.

🖤 Tá, mas Askeladd já disse que com o trunfo certo, pode conseguir o que quiser de uma pessoa, e isso se aplica aos seus interesses amorosos também. Como está sempre de olho no que chama a atenção daquela pessoa, não como um stalker, mas casualmente, ele sabe o que deve fazer. Também, suas habilidades em ler alguém o tornam excelente em flertar. Estou dizendo, se alguém despertou seu interesse, ele vai além para conquistá-la, e isso envolve desde presentes (e ele dá os melhores) até levá-la para viver algumas aventuras.

Não acho que seja fácil despertar um interesse mais profundo nele, por isso quando acontece, Askeladd mergulharia para ver até onde iria.

[snowy-weather]

Yes I'm doing RWBY designs for Vinland Saga characters now. X'DAnd here's Thorkell! I had two ideas for what Thorkell does in this universe. I haven't decided between the two yet. XDSo I had these ideas:

1. Thorkell is a bandid, kinda like the Branwen tribe but he's not affiliated with them.

2. Thorkell is an airship pirate. I really can't decide honestly... what do you guys think? Which idea do you think is better? Anyway, here's the rest of RWBY AU Thorkell's info. Like in Vinland Saga, he duel-weilds a pair of axes. His weapons have no secondary properties. (No gun-mode, not inhanced with Dust, etc.) His Aura colour is gold, and he's known to have a lot of it. So he's extremely durable in a fight.Though he's already immensely strong on his own, his semblance allows him to increase it even more at the cost of Aura. Which again, he has a lot of so... yeah. XD I do think his semblance is in a way visible when he uses it. I'm bad at describing it however so I'll just draw it out sometime. So.... what do you guys think? :3 I'm quite pleased with my design for him. And the headcanons for him. Except of course I can't decide if I wanna make him a bandid or a pirate. XD So if you guys can give your opinion on that as well that would be nice.

[golden-saga-imagines]

What if the strong warrior reader has a death wish and pretended to start a fight because they’re so tired of the way things have been lately, and It’s obvious to everyone that they’re holding back so they just get killed already. Who’d likely from VS boys to accept the duel and who’d not, and who’d be willing to help maybe..? Sorry for the depressing ask, I hope you have a nice day ;-;

Hi! I hope you have a nice day, too, and I hope you like this headcanons. Enjoy! 💕

🔪ASKELADD. Askeladd knows that you’re doing, he’s been watching you for a long time. So, he accept this duel, he will not kill you, he only wants you realize that you’re been a bit stupid. Maybe the things could be bad know, but maybe later will be fine. So, he defeats you, but he doesn’t kill you. He just palms your shoulder and he says you that he will talk about that. So, be prepared for a long speech and a longer scolding about your recklessness.

🍄BJORN. That boy “pretends” to accept the duel, but when you arrive at the duel, there is nobody here, only Bjorn and you. You’re very confused, so, Bjorn asks you why? Why you do this? He listens all you need to see, and when you do it he promises you that he will try that your days will be better, if not, he will accept that duel.

👑CANUTE (adult). He doesn’t accept the duel. But he tries to helps you, Canute knows that what you feel won’t go away with some beautiful words, he been there before. So, he speaks with you and he will try to help you.

⚔️THORKELL. Thorkell accepts. A duel? Who said a duel? He accepts right away, he prepares the axes and when you lose Thorkell realizes that although you’re scared you’re being strange, you miss a perfect stab on purpose. So, he interrogates you and you finally tell him what you feel. Thorkell sigh and caresses your head. “Damn, (Name), I’m sure that shine day will come. And if you lose on purpose you will not go at Valhalla.”

🐺THORFINN(adult). He definitely doesn’t accept. Thorfinn doesn’t press you to you confess him your bad thoughts, just he only support you and when you’re ready you tell him how you feel. And he tries to help you. Thorfinn is a nice guy.

Ari 🍂