#thorfinn x reader

[agappa]

Bubble bath with reader :

They take that sweet moment to take care of you, having your back pressed against his torso. Some wine placed on the edge of the bathtub, with soft music playing in the background. Either he’s reading a book or just enjoying the silence and intimacy of the moment with you in his arms. Then he carefully rubs your body softly, the both of you sharing slow and sensual caresses. There is no sexual intention, you just want to clean yourselves while relaxing, feeling your muscles loosen up with the warm water. He softly scratches your scalp with his fingertips and shampoo, pampering your neck with light kisses. The both of you take your time to rest from the day, and quietly showing each other how much you’re in love.

-> NANAMI , Megumi, Suguru give that man love :’( , Yuta him too :’( , Xavier, Zayne, Thorfinn, CANUTE, Arthur Morgan, Neuvillette

Most chaotic baths of your life. He just splashes you, there is water everywhere. He grabs your foot and tries to drown you (affectionately), while you struggle to get rid of his grasp and he laughs like crazy. Definitely the type to buy yourselves bath toys that are initially for kids, like the both of you would just play with a little water mill. Or you also play music and the both of you sing, so you make your own concert together. When you finally clean yourselves he has shampoo everywhere, and just screams because it stings his eyes, and now it’s your time to laugh. It’s a really playful moment, where the both of you forget about all the troubles from adulthood. And after, he (more delicately) pats you dry so it’s a bit of a contrast.

-> GOJO, Yuji, TOGE, Rafayel, Tartaglia, ITTO

[pfpanimes]

⌕ vinland saga - thorfinn.

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[jeweldagger]

the sounds of swords clashing and houses breaking was loud, pained shouts of the villagers flooding your senses.

away from all the chaos, thorfinn had you up against a tree, his hands placed on your hips as he held your ass up, his dick plunging so deliciously into your cunt. eacb thrust came with a wet sound, your pretty pussy dripping all over his dick, along with his heavy balls.

your moans were so loud, so frantic, that maybe even the terrified and dying villagers could hear.

“shut up,” thorfinn would huff, a hand reluctantly leaving your hip, creeping to the nape of your neck, then moving to the front where he squeezed for a moment. “wouldn’t want your daddy askeladd to head, would you?”

you couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips, his dirty words and harsh thrusts were really getting to you. his calloused hand squeezed harder, almost cutting off your breathing. you choked out a moan, a coil begging to furl in your gut.

each of thorfinn’s thrusts was hard, pushing you into the tree. your cheek was rubbing uncomfortably against the bark, a rash would definitely show up later… however, the only thing on your mind was the way he fucked up so nicely into your sweet spot.

the til of his cock was just about to hit your cervix, and you swore you were about to cum that very second, until you heard your father’s voice.

askeladd was shouting at the other viking, commanding them to look for you, his daughter. and you knew you were fucked then…

thorfinn paid no mind, taking that as a sign to fuck you even harder. his thrusts began to grow harder, his hands grabbing onto your hips with a bruising grip. a fire lit in his abdomen, a grunt escaping his lips. he was close.

with a few more thrusts, you came over his cock, the liquid spilling from your little hole. thorfinn continued to fuck you, chasing his high as he revelled in your cute moans.

with a few more harsh thrusts, thorfinn shot his load deep into your pussy, his hot, thick cum reaching a depth you didn’t know existed. a soft whimper left his lips as his hand left your hips, fingers plunging into your tiny little hole.

“don’t waste any of my cum.” he’d growl into your ear, eyes darting towards the approaching vikings.

before you could voice a protest, your clothes were already pulled back on, along with thorfinn’s, the scene completely hidden as if thorfinn wasn’t fucking his cum back into you with his thick fingers.

“is everything alright, y/n?” your father’s voice was loud, his eyes narrowing as they landed on thorfinn. why was that brat so close to his daughter?

[mr-yuugo]

Sight

[Thorfinn X F!Reader]

Words: 938

Summary: Thorfinn finds out the reader is indeed a girl. While doing so he ends up witnessing a pleasant sight.

You didn't know how and why you ended up this way. Well, you did, though you believed it was Thorfinn's fault as he was the one that started it.

Currently, you were above him, his eyes focused on you. His chest rose and fell quickly, any slight movement of yours made him exhale sharply. His eyes do not dare to look down any further.

The water droplets that fell from your hair landed on him, He didn't mind the action and began to look away as seeing you this way began to be too much for him. Forcefully, you put your hands on his face making him face you.

"Why are you looking away now, Thorfinn? I swear, your eyes were all over me earlier. Is it because I caught you that you are embarrassed? You thought I would let it slide huh?"

He didn't say anything to your comment. Oh, how he wanted to push you away, but he simply couldn't, not that he really wanted to anyways.

He remembered how you had walked away earlier to who knows where. He had become bored as he was guarding the ships alone as the others left for a village nearby. He had made a split decision to go look for you, getting up from his seat he began to look for you.

He remembered how you wanted to go have a bath when you could, earlier when scouting the area, you two had found a stream. Going over to where the stream was, he assumed you would be there. As he got closer, he began to hesitate, he had his theories.

In all honesty, you looked like a girl. What if his thoughts were correct and you were? He told himself he wouldn't care; he didn't feel any attraction towards you. Well, that's what he would like to tell himself.

You were....different? There were certain times when he believed you were a girl. At times you acted like one, not to forget that one time you screamed at some random bug. Pushing those thoughts aside he made it, the only thing covering his vision were a few trees and bushes.

Peaking his head through a bush his eyes wandered throughout the area as his eyes finally landed on you. His eyes widened; his palms sweaty as his thoughts had become reality.

There you were your body wet from the water as you slicked your hair back away from your face. Thorfinn thought his eyes would have popped out of his sockets if he hadn't looked away. His face flushed as he looked away. Slowly his eyes trailed back to your body, he saw every curve and scar that littered your body.

His breathing became irregular as his mind wandered. He thought of how soft you would be, would you be mad if you found him staring?

He saw how any slight movement made your breasts move. He looked away, only to look at you again. He just couldn't tear his eyes off of you, he knew you were beautiful even before now. His newfound discovery only encouraged his heart to fall for you.

His mind was so far gone; he hadn't realized you had finished your bath. You began to dry yourself, looking up you realized someone was staring at you.

Thorfinn snapping out of it quickly ducked out of your vision lane. Cursing at himself for being such an idiot. He wondered if you had seen him.

"Who is there? I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't show yourself." You threatened

Covering yourself with the thin towel, you prepared yourself for any upcoming attack. Noticing slight movement from the bush in front of you. You quietly made your way towards it.

Thorfinn on the other hand began to choke on his spit as he began to sweat in nervousness. "Shit," He thought

Quickly he began to crawl away, making a note to not make too much noise. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten far when he felt a foot press down on his back.

"Ha! Didn't expect to find you, Thorfinn."

You had managed to turn him on his back, straddling him so he wouldn't move. He tried to push you off, but you grabbed his hands and put them above him. Your still-wet hair dripped water onto him.

You noticed how he began to look away, making him face you, you spoke.

"Why are you looking away now, Thorfinn? I swear, your eyes were all over me earlier. Is it because I caught you that you are embarrassed? You thought I would let it slide huh?"

"....."

"Fine don't speak." Moving into a slightly more comfortable position, you noticed how his blush spread. "Hm? Does the sick pervert like this?" Moving again he groaned

"Get off me you bitch." He growled

"Really? You aren't even making an effort to move me off of you anymore. Admit it, you're enjoying this."

"Tsk, I told you to get off of me." Using his strength, he pushed you onto your back. As a result, he was now on top.

Realizing your current position, he closed his eyes as he let the moment sink in. His face showed how flustered he was. His body had moved on its own, grabbing your chin roughly he had smashed your lips with his.

His heart sped up as he felt you kiss him back, groaning into your mouth he began to whine as he couldn't get enough of you. As you opened your mouth, he pushed his tongue in. Savoring every inch of you he soon pulled away as he ran out of breath.

[yandereunsolved]

☾ Yandere Thorfinn ☾

"Hmm. There is nowhere you can hide among all of these lands where I won't find you. For even the gods would fear my wrath if they took you from my arms."

[nxuriah]

So I started Vinland Saga and of course, I'm crushing on Askeladd.. he's so fucking attractive oh my god..I can't explain it. I needddd smut fics of him but there's barely any on here 😭 so can people please tag me in vinland saga smut fics or recommend some?

[greenofhue]

he's so fine bruh #needthat

[linkemon]

Glass Houses (Thorfinn x Reader)

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ᴛʜᴏʀꜰɪɴɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠɪɴʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪ�� ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ…

— Shit — [Reader] hissed through clenched teeth.

She gingerly touched her right thigh. Blood ran down her fingers and dripped onto the fresh snow, staining it bright red. Her leg throbbed with a dull pain. She gripped her knife tighter, never taking her eyes off her opponent. [Reader] knew that the prolonged ranged combat was working against her. The loss of blood was making itself felt, making her dizzy and her strength was fading.

The scout wasted no time. He lunged again with his blade raised, looking for weak points. He feigned a blow to the exposed left side, then struck the right. The girl didn't have time to jump away. The sword left a bloody wound on her forearm. The man, carried by his momentum, kicked her straight in the stomach. The force of the impact knocked the air out of her lungs. She raised her head, panting heavily. Just in time, she noticed a shadow looming behind the figure of her pursuer. She ducked. The scout froze with a look of shock on his face. He grabbed his chest, where the knife was stuck. He fell to his knees. He died quickly.

From behind the motionless body emerged the saviour — Thorfinn.

— You're an idiot — he said.

— I had to check on things. — She tore off a piece of her shirt, tying it below her thigh, then tried to stand up on her own.

— Ear said he'd check the situation. Don't push yourself where you're not needed. — He pulled the girl up with such force that she staggered.

The boy had a great urge to tell her again that she was stupid but he held back.

— Can you go?

He received a negative shake of his head.

— By Thor…— he sighed.

He crouched down, allowing her to climb onto his back. [Reader] bit her cracked lips, trying to block out the pain. Eventually, she grabbed him by the neck, allowing herself to be carried toward the campsite.

The boy's body pleasantly warmed her chilled body. She tried with all her might not to chatter her teeth. The forest was very cold. In addition, snowflakes began to fall from the cloudy sky.

— God bless you — she mumbled out of habit.

— I don't believe in your God.

— I don't see a problem.

He did not comment on it.

She didn't stay silent for very long.

— Thorfinn?

Again he did not answer.

She shook his arm with her left, less tired hand.

— Can we talk about what happened? — she asked quietly.

Her thoughts were in disarray. If it weren't for the physical exhaustion, she probably wouldn't have returned to the subject. But now felt like as good time as any.

— Just don’t go scouting by yourself anymore — the boy replied gruffly.

— That's not what I'm talking about.

She felt that the other person knew exactly what she meant but deftly avoided the topic.

Her mind wandered to the previous evening. She could still feel the boy's lips on hers. A hand, much larger and rougher, stroked her cheek. The kiss was timid. It was surprisingly different from the young warrior's personality. Concern danced in his eyes. She felt as if everything had ended only a moment ago.

— I meant...— She trailed off, feeling a slight warmth rise to her cheeks. — About yesterday — she finished more quietly.

In her mind it seemed easy. Saying it out loud was much harder.

Thorfinn remained silent as he trudged steadily through the snow with her on his back.

— Let’s just not go back to this. — His voice was cold.

The girl couldn't notice her trembling lower lip.

— Why?

— Because I have nothing to tell you.

This was where the other side of the boy came out. The inseparable parts of his character that he showed to everyone on Askeladd's team.

[Reader] was feeling weak and it was becoming easier for her to say things out loud that she normally wouldn't.

— It's simple. Yes or no — she stated defiantly.

— Then no — he replied, feeling the great, bitter weight of the words he was saying.

— Put me down.

— NO.

— Let me get down.

Thorfinn didn't comply, so the girl loosened her grip around his neck. She fell straight into a small snowdrift, letting out a groan of pain.

The boy deep down shuddered at the sound.

— Tell me that straight to my face.

He didn't do that. He headed towards the camp visible from behind the snowy hill.

This was too much for her. The ignorance hurt.

— Do you care? You weren't like this yesterday! You're a coward, Thorfinn, son of Thors! — she cried hoarsely. — You're afraid of love!

His father's name hit the Viking like a bucket of icy water.

— I'm not scared, damn it! — He turned around, furious. — I just can't give it to you! Do you know how my family must feel after Askeladd killed dad? You don't want to go through that — he finished, his tone so pained that [Reader] felt like she was seeing him for the first time in her life.

— Why do you decide for me? How do you know how much I can endure?

She could barely hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. She felt as if something was slipping away from her forever.

— Because you’re too weak — he muttered.

The boy saw [Reader] trying to speak up for the villagers. She begged Askeladd not to murder the people but he did what he wanted anyway. What's more, he helped him do it. He didn't care much about the slaughter. It was just another task standing in the way of revenge.

From then on, the girl prayed even more often. Every day, she knelt with Canute and Ragnar. She clasped her hands, tilted her head upward and mumbled something about forgiveness and sins.

She might have been a fighter but she had too much mercy. Her soul was too gentle. Thorfinn found that the only real weakness she had was her Christian faith.

Somewhere deep inside him a sadistic urge rose to tell her more about his thoughts. About how stupid it seemed that she cared about the prince, the advisor, the villagers, the band of Vikings, and most of all him.

But then he saw a memory from the hunt. She had invited herself along. Despite that, the unexpected company didn’t bother him. He looked at the focused face and wondered why she reminded him of Thors. Neither her features, nor her posture, nor her words were like those of the great warrior. But as he sat with her at the table, staring into the bowl of soup they had cooked together, he felt strangely familiar. He laughed at her poor archery skills, trying to chase away the returning childhood.

Maybe that was why he kept the bile from rising in his throat and "go away" was the only words that left his lips.

— Thorfinn…— She grabbed his hand but he jumped back as if burned.

— I can’t. — He turned toward the campsite.

— I don't agree to this, do you understand?

She ran over, ignoring her bleeding thigh.

The boy struggled, trying to free himself from his grip. [Reader] however, held him tightly around the waist, not willing to let go. She didn't stop even when he kicked her injured leg.

— I know I might be left alone and I know that such a loss will hurt.

The Viking didn't have the strength to push her away. He felt too weak.

— Why — he heard his pained voice say — why do you want to be with me?

— Because love is worth the risk. — She snuggled closer.

— How do you know that? — He sighed, hugging her awkwardly.

— God told me. — She raised her eyes upward.

Thorfinn followed her gaze and it seemed to him that a ray of sunlight flashed from behind the snow clouds. But that didn't matter now. He no longer had to seek the warm light and the wide green meadows. In that moment he was closer to Vinland than he had been in his entire life.

[laislea05222077]

How much I would ruin this Nordic blonde slut in bed, ah - pulling those golden hairs, sinking my teeth into those white thighs, sucking from the neck to behind the knee, reaching, uncovering, deliciously exploring all the sensitive spots, there would be no 1cm^2 of skin left without marks, sore breasts and swollen nipples for 1 whole week, dehydrated, without rest, without mercy, the natives of America would hear the crack of my hand hitting that huge ass, echoing across the Atlantic, screaming, roaring, moaning, begging, cursing in Icelandic used every possible word, drool dripping obscenely out of the corner of his lips, failing to breath, sweating like a blacksmith in a forge, eyes rolling back, the beautiful brown orbs teary, sliding tears down his cheeks, blond eyelashes moistened, pupils dilated, his face buried against the ground, arms and wrists tied, withdrawing the nerves of the foot, the mind blank, forgetting everything, revenge, of deaths, of sadness, of everything that didn't involve moving your hips frantically like there's no tomorrow, burning inside like wildfire, too delirious to want to put it out, almost choking on fingers playing in your hot mouth, overstimulated, hearing naughty words by the ear, not even being breathable enough to retort or disagree, involuntarily nodding to outrageous assertions accompanied by gentle licks and bites on the lobe- "Look at you now. Holy shit, you're handling it so well. So that's how you like it? Um? What a naughty beauty you are" and then, most likely, he will realize this and ask for more

[4seasonsofart]

A reader insert who is the Prince(ss) of England and ends up a war prisoner during the war arc with Thorfinn and Canute at your side. The entire band is just awestruck at the fact that they managed to capture an English royal, and many boast about it. You know the lewd things they say about you; they are nothing but savages who happen to align with the enemy of your own country.

Ragnar is treating you with respect, as even as a political prisoner, he believes you have some rights. Canute is hiding behind Ragnar and anxiously—just barely—looking at you at the beginning of your trip together. Thorfinn just rolls his eyes and complains about having to look after another spoiled brat.

"Do you even speak any Norse?" Thorfinn inquires in a haughty tone as he rolls his hazel irises and lists profanities under his wretched breath.

He was slightly surprised to learn that you do indeed speak some Norse. He doesn't show it, as he just waves you off and smirks at the fact that this stuck-up royal could speak some Norse. He constantly says things in Norse that you don't understand, and he'll speak quickly on purpose just to make it hard for you to interpret his words. He gets irritated when you start speaking in English, as he doesn't understand what you are saying. You rarely speak, but when you speak in English, you do it to Askeladd. He hates that with a burning passion. What are you two even talking about? Him???

As the trip progresses and Canute becomes bolder and wiser, he begins trying to subtly manipulate you. If you are more fem-aligned, then he tries to get you to fall in love with him, and if you are more masc-aligned, then he tries to make you his ally. He tries to be subtle about flirting, although it comes off as more of an awkward teenage interaction.

"I know we are born enemies, made lovers."

Askeladd is trying not to laugh as he already had to deal with trying to teach Thorfinn to flirt. If you know... you know...

Thorfinn just grumbles and reluctantly learns to enjoy more of your presence.

You are worried about your fate as a political prisoner and are therefore very closed off. Which makes it hard for Canute to connect with you and try to manipulate you into betraying your own country and joining him. Of course, Askeladd helps the young prince in this endeavor, as he has become his new retainer at this point.

So as the trip progresses, Thorfinn protects you, and Canute tries to manipulate you. Your fate and what will happen when you meet the Danish king are still unknown.

[almost-blondee]

Shit Disturber

Thorfinn x Reader

Reader is Askeladds daughter

Fluff, mentions of the deed, SFW

word count: 1.2k

i might turn this into multiple little stories because i like the idea. Just like different scenarios regarding Thorfinn, Reader, and Askeladd.

If there is grammar mistakes or spelling errors please ignore them, i tried my best to find them all, thank you!

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Being on so many treacherous journeys just comes with the lifestyle. Having to go on endless marches day in and day out like it’s another walk in the park. Travelling with Askeladd and his group wasn’t exactly the ideal situation but you didn’t really have a choice. Being Askeladds only daughter, he was generally very protective of you and didn’t feel safe leaving you with your mother. You were a product of a one nightstand. Askeladd finding out he had a daughter was an odd thing for him, Although never pursuing a further relationship with your mother, he felt inclined to take up his fathering duty’s and keep you safe. Usually when your father would leave for a trip, you would stay with your mom, in Wales. Unfortunately, in your later teenage years your mother had gotten caught up with dangerous people and creating a not so safe environment for you. When Askeladd heard about this he wasn’t pleased, so he took it upon himself to bring you with him and teach you how to defend yourself. He thought you were old enough to be with him on his travels. What he didn’t expect though, was for you to catch feelings for the only other teenager in his crew. Thorfinn. You not having known what your Dad has done to the poor kid, couldn’t help but develop feelings for the boy. You guys didn’t talk much, if you did it was a quick couple words. Thorfinn doesn’t talk much in the first place so it is hard to engage in a conversation with him. However, you will talk to him any chance you get. He’s injured, perfect you can tend to his wounds. He’s leaving to eat by himself, you make sure he has enough food and water. Since Thorfinn is usually straight faced at all times, you can never tell if he appreciates the gestures or not. He never tells you to stop or tells you off, so you just assume he doesn’t mind.

Thorfinn definitely doesn’t mind the gestures, if anything he enjoys them but is to proud to say anything. Having known you’re Askeladds daughter, at first he was incredibly upset with your existence. But it was not long before he came to the realization that you had nothing to do with what your father had done to him. He still doesn’t recognize his feelings for you, but he knows he feels something and Askeladd was not having it.

He couldn’t believe that his only daughter had fallen for that scoundrel. He admits Thorfinn had been very useful to him and he’s somewhat thankful, but no way in hell he’s going to let him get with his precious daughter. Askeladd did everything in his power to keep you guys separated, but you were too stubborn, always clinging to Thorfinns side. As much as he could see Thorfinn pretending to dislike it, Askeladd knew he was secretly enjoying it

In one particular incident, you had gone to visit Thorfinn while he was eating alone when you guys had stopped in a little village. You had been sat beside him talking his ear off, not that he said anything back. It was getting later than you could realize and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. At first he was taken aback, his immediate reaction being to push you off of him. But when he looked a your, oh so beautiful face he couldn’t bring him self to disrupt your peace. As Thorfinn was admiring your face looking at every wrinkle and stray hair that had fallen in front of your face. Askeladd rounded the corner catching the boy tucking your hair behind your ear and caressing it further. Askeladd was enraged that he had the guts to preform such an intimate act on you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Askeladd spat at Thorfinn in a harsh tone. Thorfinn jumped at the stern voice, he had thought no one would find them out here. The one time he was bold enough to admire you he had been caught, and by the worst person, your dad.

“uhh…. i was just… relaxing?” That was the only thing Thorfinn could muster up. “Relaxing.” Askeladd said in a flat tone. “Relaxing my ass, you were trying to cop a feel.” Thorfinn immediately denied any intention of touching you in any other way, than how he just had. It went silent. Thorfinn had begun glaring at Askeladd for ruining the moment, and Askeladd glaring back at him for touching his daughter. “Take your hands off of her” Askeladd finally spoke up. Thorfinn was confused for a second, his hands weren’t on you anymore. Then he realized that his arm had absentmindedly wrapped its self around you to support your body. Thorfinn rolled his eyes and sighed “No, it’ll wake her, you wouldn’t want to wake your precious daughter would you, old man?” Thorfinn said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“oh you little brat!” Askeladd replied, now angrier than before. “i don’t care if it wakes her, get away from her or i’ll rip your arm off”

“jeez okay old man. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Thorfinn slowly shook you trying to wake you in the most gentle way possible just to make Askeladd more mad. “Hey, (y/n). Wake up, i’ll bring you to a proper bed” He whispered, but made sure it was loud enough for your dad to hear. Askeladd just rolled his eyes trying not to rip Thorfinns head off.

“huh, oh…Thorfinn.” was the first thing you said when you woke up. You looked so pleased to be woken up by him, it made Askeladd sick. “sorry i must have fallen asleep” you apologized. “don’t worry about it, just go find a bed to sleep in.” Thorfinn replied. As you stretched you pushed your head further into Thorfinns neck, keeping it there. Thorfinn could feel your hot breath on his neck, it made his hair stand up. Now this was extra awkward. Thorfinn realized that you hadn’t noticed your dad standing about 2 metres away from you guys.

“ahem…..” Askeladd cleared his throat to make him self noticeable to you. As soon as you heard him you jumped up, looked at your dad and got up from beside Thorfinn. “ohhh, Haha… Dad i didn’t know you were there….” you said in an embarrassed tone. Askeladd hated how you were so smitten with the boy sitting on the ground. Enough to cuddle up to him unprovoked. “we are leaving, you can sleep in my room tonight. If i hear you get up you’re dead.” your dad said in a harsh tone. Meanwhile, Thorfinn was enjoying how angry Askeladd was getting over something so trivial, it’s not like he caught you guys doing the deed. Although that probably would have been funnier, Thorfinn thought. The boy sat on the ground with a smirk waiting for Askeladds next move. Askeladd began to walk away with you tailing, when Thorfinn spoke up and said

“(y/n), you should come sleep with me more often.” purposefully making it sound more lewd then it actually was, in order to make Askeladd more mad. You turned red with embarrassment and looked at your dad, who was fuming. You then looked at Thorfinn and whispered an “okay”.

“ YOU’RE GETTING IT NOW BOY!” Askeladd had snapped, shouting at the boy for who knows how long as Thorfinn sat there trying not to laugh. Once Askeladd was done, he pulled you to his room. You gave Thorfinn a quick wave, and he just nodded. As you retreated you were wondering what you had gotten yourself into…

[agappa]

General relationships : Thorfinnxfem!reader

• well if we’re talking about him when he was a teenager it’s gonna be very rough ahah

• Like the only thing he’s thinking about for years is revenge so love is a feeling he’s really not accustomed to.

• He doesn’t acknowledge those romantic feelings. So when he started to feel differently about you compared to others he really didn’t know how to manage those feelings for you.

• So at first, he’s going to be mean to you because you have no right to make his heart beat so fast when you're around !

• Then with a lot of time, he’s going to soften up a little bit (nothing crazy he’s just going to stop screaming at you).

• And then out of nowhere, he is going to surprise himself with the thought of wanting you close to him, not wanting you to go to the battlefield, wanting nobody to hurt you or else they're going to hear about him.

• But honestly, I don't think he’s capable of being in a relationship with you at this time of his life, same when he’s a slave because he needs to work on himself first to accept you in his life.

• But if we're talking about him after those two states… Damn that man gonna treats you so right.

• He has so much love and kindness to give.

• At first, he has trouble receiving physical affection but after he gets used to it he becomes feral about it (but only in private).

• He loves talking all night with you about your projects, stories, and fears.

• Talking about fear this guy has a lot of trauma so you have to soothe all those nasty thoughts.

• But because of his past and current state, he knows how to take care of you when something troubles you.

• Like he got a lot of nightmares, at first he really didn’t want to annoy you with that, so he tried to not make it obvious and go sleep in another room. But once you reassure him and make it clear that you want to be by his side when he’s at his lowest, it's like he falls for you all over again and finally lets you smooth him to sleep (honestly I think I'm going to make a fic about this plot hehe).

• He’s the best listener and makes you feel heard.

• Especially about all your « girls » thing (menstruation, mood swings…) because he never really lived with women so he knows practically nothing about it ! But he’s very curious and eager to learn (like in the manga he thought that women could produce milk at any time, even without being pregnant…).

• So after you teach him about your periods he's gonna be very careful with you, he makes you an adapted diet when you got them and tracks your cycles to be sure everything is all right.

• So honestly he cherishes you like the most precious gem in this world, he already lost too much in his life he couldn’t stand to lose someone so important as you :,)

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[baggythebag]

Hello 👋,

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IM A POOR TEENAGER BUT WORLD HELP THEM

[jeweldagger]

thorfinn x f!reader (soulmate au!)

the heat around he two of yo could be unbearable, as houses crashed down onto the floor, engulfed by flames.

houses of people you knew.

you watched as your classmates, friends, family, teachers... you watched as they were all slaughtered in cold blood.

and the boy in front of you was the sole cause of it all.

he seemed to be about your age, not very tall with shaggy, dark blonde hair. his dark eyes glared down at you, an apathetic look on his face.

did he not care that he had just let a group of vikings kill everyone? a whole village? did he not care that everything was up in flames? did it not bother him?

did he not care that.. he was your soulmate?

you could tell he was, purely by the fact that the red string of fate wrapped around your pinky, in linked with his.

his end as various signs of cutting, and attempts to rip it off... and you had suffered from them.

each attempt at harming the string, inflicts an equal amount of pain to both soulmates. each slash dug deep into your skin, and each tug you could feel.

he was desperate to get rid of the string, but only caused pain for the both of you.

"you.." your voice was shaky as you stared up at him, his hand resting at his side.

he spared the string not even a mere glance, his eyes were focused on you and you alone.

his soulmate.

[gardenofnoah]

when they come for you in the night

i love my sweet traumatized man :( cw: nightmares, thorfinn lashes out in fear/self defense, choking (this is not smut). wc: 1.1k

it’s been a while since he’s had these nightmares, but the scream that tears through his throat is so familiar that it feels like it’s haunted you all your life.

you shoot upright when it starts, frozen for an agonizing few seconds—unable to do anything but watch the man you love suffer. Thorfinn flails, a mess of limbs and hair, and it’s enough to shake you from your stupor when a scarred hand fists into the material of your tunic.

you bring your hand down to cover his instinctually, and all at once you are reminded of the dangers of waking a warrior from a nightmare.

in the amount of time it takes you to blink, you are slammed against the bed—your beloved’s face twisted into a feral snarl above you, his forearm pressed hard against your windpipe. you don’t struggle—you know better than to think you’d have a chance of getting out of his hold, even with his past as a warrior so far behind him. the moment stretches as the silence between you does, and you watch him come back to himself, and to you, as your vision begins to fade at your peripherals.

there’s an emotion that flashes over his face—something like recognition that bleeds into sheer horror, and then his weight leaves you entirely. you suck down a breath, trying to get the way you gasp and sputter under control so you don’t startle him.

you realize the harsh panting you hear does not come from you. you turn your head—letting out a clipped exhale at the immediate soreness—to find him pressed up against the wall, curled into himself and staring at you with the eyes of a terrified six year old.

you reach for him, slowly—arm moving across the bed until it’s fully extended, palm facing the ceiling and fingertips just shy of where he cowers. a white flag in the dark. a wolf with its throat bared.

“Thorfinn,” you whisper hoarsely, “my love.”

his eyes get wider still, and you give him a soft smile as they well up with tears.

you push yourself off the bed slowly, propped up on the opposite arm while you reach for him. “it’s okay,” you coax him, like you’re luring a frightened animal from its hiding place, “come here, Thorfinn.”

the tears crest and fall down his cheeks as he shakes his head once, and then again, pressing himself further into the wall like he’s hoping it’ll give under his weight. you know that it is not you that he fears, so you don’t rush toward him. you stay planted where you are, hand still outstretched to him. asking the hands that he loathes to reach for you.

“i’m sorry for scaring you, my love,” you tell him, eyes not leaving his. “i should not have woken you.”

his face crumbles at that, and he’s shaking his head furiously, like if he does it hard enough, he’ll dislodge the sentiment from his ears. like he can’t bear to hear you apologize for his sake.

“thorfinn,” you murmur, palm turning to meet the mattress in front of him, smoothing over the sheets. “will you come back to me?”

you see it in his face when your words register—it twists into something pained as he lurches toward you. he curls around the arm you’ve extended to him, careful not to get too close to you as he presses his clammy forehead to the back of your hand.

“m’sorry,” he chokes out, holding your arm to him with both hands, curled over top of it like it’s the thing that can grant him forgiveness, “sorry, sorry, m’sorry—“

you push yourself to a full sitting position with your opposite hand so you can reach for him. turning your body to face him, your fingers card through the hair on the back of his head. he whimpers at your touch, trembles under your hand, but you don’t falter. you wonder who he is right now—if he stands in his family home, warm and fed and knowing nothing of what’s to come, or over the bodies of those he’d been forced to cut down. fearful all the same.

“you didn’t mean to, did you?” you ask softly, already knowing the answer.

his head shoots up then, watery eyes snapping to yours.

“no—no—“

“right,” you whisper, brushing stray hairs from his face. “you didn’t mean to, Thorfinn.”

its quiet between you, save for the shuddered breathing of the man before you and the faint morning calls of the roosters out back. you wonder if they ever dream, and if they too have nightmares. if their hens worry for them.

you run your fingers through his hair, fingers pressing lightly into his scalp. you ease up a bit when you feel the ridges of scar tissue, unwilling to be anything but gentle to the skin that's worked so hard to keep him whole.

he makes his way into your lap—slowly and quietly, like he still needs protect himself from something. you don't call attention to the way his head rests cautiously on top of your thighs, as if he’s waiting for you to sense his vulnerability and strike—you just keep brushing his hair from his face, and you are patient.

it would seem strange to some to see the son of the Troll of Jom curled up and whimpering in the lap of his lover, but it makes perfect sense to you. he’s seldom known a gentle touch, and after the horrific decade he spent as a warrior, you think you’d have fared far worse than he. so you leave him be.

when you’ve known nothing but cruelty, kindness would surely be terrifying.

and you’d certainly expect him to be hardened—cruel to you, even, if only out of self-preservation—but he is not. he is soft spoken and curious and kind, despite the ghosts that cling to him. he is someone who wishes to take accountability for actions he was forced to carry out as a child. he is someone who has done enough soul searching to fill the next three lifetimes. you wish you could take some of the weight off of him now.

“thorfinn,” you whisper finally, cutting through the thick silence that’s settled over you both, “do you think we’ll have enough firewood for the winter?”

you know he knows what you’re doing, but you think the way he settles further into your lap is his way of showing that he appreciates it.

“i would never let you grow cold,” he rasps, muffled by your skin. it makes you smile—the lengths he’d go to ensure your contentment. you think he’d cut down every tree in the countryside if he saw a single shiver from you. you think it’s unfortunate, the way he has no idea of the depth of love he carries in his warrior’s heart.

he might not say it often, but his actions show enough. so this is how you show him your heart—when they come for him in the night, you show them that they will have to go through you first.

this fic belongs to me (@gardenofnoah). i do not allow anyone to repost, edit, or reproduce this work.

[alixezae]

thorfinn aesthetic

tw: fire? , angst , rage