#vinland saga imagine

[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.

[syerra-637]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary:Canute meets a mysterious woman who has clairvoyance gifts

Tw : nothing ?

Number of words : 1390

Rumors spread throughout the kingdom of Denmark about a mysterious young woman who could predict the future. She was said to be as beautiful as the moon in a night sky, as elusive as the wind that blows across the plains. But no one knew her name or where she came from.

Canute, curious and intrigued by this mysterious woman, ordered his men to find her and bring her before him. After days of searching, she was finally found in a small clearing, alone, surrounded by an aura of mystery.

When she was presented to King Canute, she was calm and reserved, her eyes hidden behind a light veil. Canute, accustomed to the politics and intrigues of the court, was immediately intrigued by the aura of mystery surrounding her.

"What is your name, my dear?" he asked in a gentle yet authoritative voice.

The mysterious woman slowly lifted her veil, revealing eyes so deep, akin to the depths of the ocean. "My name matters little, my lord," she replied in a gentle yet firm voice. "I am simply a traveler, wandering through the lands in search of something I cannot define."

Canute was captivated by the sincerity in her words, as well as the sadness that seemed to veil her gaze. This way of expressing herself, this wisdom ingrained in her being, this possibility, all of it reminded him of the monk he had met long ago when he was younger.

As evening fell slowly over the castle, bathing the room in a golden glow as Canute and the mysterious woman sat near the window, engaged in animated discussion. Canute, his mind filled with questions and curiosity, turned to her with an intense gaze.

"Tell me, they say you possess gifts of foresight," he began, his eyes scanning hers with growing fascination. "Is it true?"

The mysterious woman inclined her head slightly, her blue eyes burning with a mysterious glow. "Some claim it," she replied evasively, as if she did not want to reveal all her secrets.

Canute felt his heart beat a little faster at this enigmatic response. "Then, can you make a prediction for me?" he asked, unable to conceal his curiosity. "Something about my future, about the kingdom's destiny?"

The mysterious woman slowly raised her hand, plunging into a sort of trance as her eyes seemed to search beyond visible horizons. After a moment of silence, she spoke with a grave and distant voice.

"I see... I see a prosperous kingdom, ruled by a wise and just king," she began, her words tinged with a strange authority. "But I also see challenges ahead, trials that will test the strength and determination of its sovereign."

Canute listened attentively, hanging on every word as if his life depended on it. "What challenges?" he asked, anticipation crackling in the air like a flickering flame.

The mysterious woman shook her head slightly, as if she could not or would not say more. "Some secrets must remain buried," she murmured cryptically. "The future is uncertain ground, subject to the whims of fate."

Canute felt a slight disappointment wash over him, but he also knew that not all answers could be revealed at once. "I thank you for your vision," he said with gratitude, his gaze fixed on the enigmatic face of the mysterious woman. "Perhaps you will be there to witness its future challenges."

The mysterious woman returned his enigmatic smile, her eyes shining with a prophetic glow. "Perhaps, O king," she replied softly. "Perhaps..."

He offered her hospitality in his castle, eager to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his interest. As well as to further explore this gift of clairvoyance.

One day after his training, the king spotted the young woman leaning against the well. Her fingers played with a thread. The king approached the mysterious woman and questioned her about the thread.

"It is a thread of truth," she simply replied. Canute leaned slightly forward, his blue eyes sparkling with interest as he gazed at the mysterious woman opposite him. "Tell me, what is truth to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

The mysterious woman nodded her head, taking a moment to ponder before responding. "Truth... it's a complex question," she began, her eyes scrutinizing his with a captivating intensity. "For some, it lies in objective and measurable facts. For others, it's more subjective, depending on our individual perception of the world around us."

Canute nodded slowly, absorbing her words with growing attention. "And you, what do you think?" he asked, curious about her own convictions.

The mysterious woman smiled slightly, as if she had anticipated his question. "I believe there is a universal truth, but it is often veiled by our own biases and limited perceptions," she explained, her words imbued with profound wisdom. "The true quest for truth lies in our ability to question our own beliefs and to embrace the uncertainty that often accompanies the search for truth."

Canute remained silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling as he pondered her words. "Interesting..." he murmured finally, his gaze locked with hers. "It raises the question of the nature of knowledge. How can we be certain of what we know?"

The mysterious woman nodded in approval, seeming to appreciate the turn of the conversation. "Knowledge is often the fruit of experience and reflection," she began, her voice filled with gentle assurance. "But even then, it remains subject to interpretation and error. True wisdom lies in our ability to recognize the limits of our own understanding and to remain open to new ideas and perspectives."

Canute listened attentively, absorbing each word with growing interest. He felt fascinated by the depth of her thought, by the way she questioned the very foundations of their reality. "You are truly remarkable, you know?" he murmured finally, a smile lighting up his face. "Your words resonate with me in a way I've never felt before."

The mysterious woman returned his smile, her eyes shining with a warm glow. "And you, O king," she replied softly, "you also have a wisdom and depth that impress me. It's an honor to be able to exchange such ideas with you."

Over the days, they met often, discussing topics ranging from philosophy to politics. Canute discovered in her a rare intelligence, combined with a sweetness and grace that touched him deeply.

Gradually, a special relationship developed between the king and the mysterious woman. Their conversations became more intimate, their gazes filled with mutual understanding. Canute began to see in her much more than just a simple traveler.

As the days passed and Canute spent more and more time in the company of the mysterious woman, he began to feel something different, something he had never experienced before. Each conversation, each exchanged look seemed to deepen his sense of connection with her, until he realized with a sudden and dazzling clarity that he had fallen in love.

It was a revelation as unexpected as it was powerful. Canute, accustomed to controlling every aspect of his life, suddenly found himself prey to emotions that he could neither ignore nor master. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but at the same time, he felt alive as never before.

As he stood there, looking at the mysterious woman with a mixture of admiration and affection, he realized the irony of the situation. She, who seemed to know all the secrets of his heart, his mind, and his kingdom, was herself a mystery, an enigma.However, despite all this, or perhaps because of it, Canute felt more drawn to her than ever. He wanted to know every facet of her personality, every hidden thought behind her deep and mesmerizing eyes. He wanted to be with her, not just as king and subject, but as man and woman, united by a bond stronger than any title or responsibility.

It was thus, in this moment of revelation and acceptance, that Canute realized his heart had chosen, even if he did not yet fully understand the implications of this choice. And as he stood there, facing the mysterious woman who had stolen his heart without even trying, he knew with certainty that he would do everything in his power to win her love and trust, no matter the obstacles that might stand in their way.

[chickensauras]

Bedtime 😴

Regardless of any dissenting opinions from the local gremlin

[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."

[ro-bottt]

askeladd is regretting being horny on main..

[kaizokunoyume]

Love lies bleeding...

[roki-roki-roll]

Happy Pride Month

Based on my favorite characters poll

[desifugo]

pls dont kill me for this but thorfinn looks like a brown eyed male version of sabrina carpenter in my mind

[4seasonsofart]

[gigglingcloud]

Canute: where's thorofinn?

Y/n : you see, i was tryna tell him a joke-

Canute *mad* : what did you do??!

Y/n : hear me out! I told him his dad was waiting for him at the shore-

Canute: then where is he?

Y/n : that's the problem, his dad died when he was 7 or something..

Y/n : poor thing never came back..

[metalandmagi]

me watching Vinland Saga: The moral of this story is that violence is wrong and corrupts both society and individual people in indescribable ways. The creator has said many times that he wants to tell a story about how much he hates violence, and the journey it takes to overcome hatred that has been instilled since childhood.

also me watching Vinland Saga: WOOO RIP HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT GUY JUST KILLED A DUDE BY FLINGING A COIN IN HIS EYE!!!! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT-

[i-have-no-enemies]

Gudrid grew up and spent her entire life in Greenland where it’s rarely above freezing, so imagine how cold the water is. You can’t swim in that. Which leads me to my point of this post… how well can Gudrid swim? Probably not very well

We have never seen her swim. I like to think she got some lessons (by Thorfinn?) in Miklagaard.

[yandereunsolved]

— ꨄ︎ Yandere Canute ꨄ︎ —

"I warned you, my sweet."

"They are all dead. You killed my family. You killed my fiancé! You promised them paradise. What warning was that?"

"There is only one thing you got wrong. I only promised you paradise on earth."

"Canute, why would you do such a cruel thing?"

"I told you that you were mine. You ran from me that day. I was too much of a coward to go after you. Now, my father and brother are dead, and I shall be king. Your family is gone; you have no ties to anything else—no land, no people, no home. Won't you be my queen?"

[vivicts]

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[ro-bottt]

gotta do what you gotta do

[everycanute]