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Can I get a Canute and Thorfinn x Reader love triangle? (Canute likes reader, Thorfinn like reader, Reader is torn) for a Valkyrie/Angel-esque reader? (They fight as a dance and sing and keep morale high). Three idiots in Wales, but with affection.
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𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢
summary ;; — you were untouchable, many of them even wondered if you were human. perhaps you thrived off of the art of war, but even if you weren't someone of this world, you made them feel like people outside of battle instead.
featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn x gn! reader x canute (love triangle). slight fantasy aspects regarding reader but it isnt confirmed what they are or if they really are supernatural, just an angelic seeming reader.
a/n ;; — got a thorfinn x reader thing with a similar concept, if any of u like this then u should give it a read
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you were a bit of a mystery. no one knew much about you, besides your name and that you could fight. some of them didn't even know your name, but each of the men were aware of your almost regal style of fighting. regal, if you weren't killing men within seconds. it came to you naturally, you never faltered in your movements and they were never rushed nor sloppy. precision was your forte, and power exceeded from every swing of your blade. they stayed out of your way and you stayed out of theres, in a way, you were askeladds secret weapon during battle.
you were unreadable and untouchable, with nothing in your way and nothing fazing you. most knew the way of battle as bloody, brutal and barbaric, whereas your battle was showcased as an art rather than a bloodbath. even comparing the two was an insult, they were essentially the same things yet so stark in contrast to the witness. no true viking fears death, a true man awaits the day they are killed and kiss the world goodbye whilst greeting valhalla, but each man you slayed died in true fear.
perhaps, they wonder, a valkyrie does not take you to valhalla. perhaps the valkyrie is the one to slay you first.
what other logical option would there be?
when askeladd is given the duty of keeping the danish prince alive, who was better than two of his best warriors to guard him? even askeladd himself felt almost awkward and on guard around you. he was a casual man, but your inhumane and unreachable characteristics made it hard for even the most carefree to remain unwavered. but he did note than in the end, you were just a kid. he hadn't the faintest idea about your past or what had occurred for you to want to fight alongside him and his men, and it likely wasn't the wisest to have not one, but two kids grow up alongside vikings, but he couldn't ignore the feeling of something akin to almost pity.
but as always, you agreed. you had heard a little of this prince from hearing little bits and pieces from askeladds men, but you hadn't met the prince just yet. you wondered if he would be the typical pampered prince or if he would be aware of the battle and war he'd be getting into, but either way, you had a job of protecting him so you would make sure to succeed in doing so. you were aware you'd be working with thorfinn to ensure his safety, but you weren't too worried about him. both of you scarcely even knew the others name, just remembering eachother as the other kid who had grown up with the vikings.
there was a mutual sense of respect binding the two of you together and you were both aware of the others strength and abilities in war. you were of the same age and seemed to tolerate one another more than the rest, even if you had never talked properly. you were mildly aware of his harsh upbringing and want for revenge due to the death of his father, and he was aware of your capabilities and how you separated yourself from truly being one of the vikings.
the three of you were brought together when you had been introduced to the prince and his carer, who spoke more for him than the prince did himself. you and thorfinn stood alongside one another whilst him and ragnar stood opposite, askeladd hastily making introductions and summarising to ragnar that you and thorfinn would be the ones to protect the prince. you heard his name was canute, and you wondered if someone as fragile as him was truly next in line for the throne. he was pale and pretty, even though the upper half of his face was covered with a mask. with long golden hair cascading past his shoulders and down his back, he almost reminded you of freya.
with your arms behind your back, a straight posture and your analytical eyes set on him, he cowered behind ragnar. you felt almost sorry for him, feelings as though he was something to be treated with care and not someone who was against his brother to become king. obviously, thorfinn saw this as well but instead of feeling sympathy, he saw him as a joke. " he's the one who's going to be the king of denmark? " he mutters, and you're unsure of whether he's talking to you or himself. " it's like they've purposely sent him off to his death. " your murmur back nevertheless, the conversation ending before it began as your eyes met for what the two of you think was the first time since meeting eachother.
thorfinn shows his obvious dislike towards canute, glaring at him wordlessly and making him even more overwhelmed. once thorfinn had left, you looked back at him and it seemed like he was looking at you as well. it was only for a split second, but you could've sworn he had slightly parted his lips to say something before shutting them tight and remaining silent.
but you had grown to learn these two more and more after this. the three of you would usually be together more or less, as you and thorfinn were partnered together in this task and canute was who it revolved around, so it was a bit obvious. and strangely, you didn't mind them either, and they learnt to look past your perfection and become more comfortable as well.
they were both quiet, but their silences were completely different to the others. thorfinn was mean and stubborn, but he was real and loyal. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, giving what little help you could offer to other as both of you knew well that neither of you belonged in this band of vikings, and that you had no one else to rely on but eachother. you had grown used to relying on your blade and survival instincts as it was obvious that you weren't fit to be a viking, but it was strangely nice to have someone else who was like you in a way. he was sarcastic, but once the conversation between the two of you began, everything was fluent and without tension. the conversation flowed freely, and you had forgotten how nice it was to genuinely converse with someone else.
he didn't speak much, but he was meaningful and his short replies were honest and held true interest. you had someone you could rely on whilst in battle and he had someone he could go to when he felt drained and burnt out from his endless cycle of training and want for revenge.
canute was shy and easy to tease, so much that you couldnt help but take every chance you could to lightheartedly tease him, and sometimes it flew over his head. you let out quiet giggles every time he flustered, and even when he was oblivious, he blushed at how you laughed, noticing that you were teasing him. he was unlike any idea you had of him before you had met, and his cooking was good too. it took a while for him to ease up and let his shoulders relax, but after a few minutes, he couldn't help but feel at ease. canute indulged in emotions a lot, and it was surprising due to how he seemed almost emotionless due to how little he spoke in the beginning. always flustered, always looking at you even when you were far away, and always noticing little things about you.
he was intimidated at first, your calamity scared him. he felt more on edge due to how at peace you were, hiding behind his red cloak even more at seeing how your eyes were focused on him. he felt slightly insecure, but you put him at ease as well. in the beginning, your attention to him whenever you spoke was overwhelming, but then he began to feel like for once in his life, he was being heard.
his fondness for you never changed, even after the death of ragnar and his realization. he saw you as someone who was essential for him to become a good king, and he always kept you in his mind even after becoming king, indirectly thanking you.
everything became more meaningful, chattering on to thorfinn comfortably about literally anything whilst travelling to another village, cooking with canute while he teaches you, training and sparring with thorfinn, fiddling with canutes hair, little things that made you happier than you were before. you used to maintain your perfection and live with your own company, but now you weren't completely on your own and surrounded by men you didn't fit in with.
you were aware of their dislike for one another, but you tried your best to stay in the middle and try to bring the three of you together. you didn't think it was possible to have been able to find something that interrupted your cycle of battle and your loneliness, because you had come to enjoy their company more and more when getting to know the two strange individuals, and they felt the same. both were overwhelmed and intimidated, and both learned to love you all the same.
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#vinland saga#thorfinn x reader#gender neutral reader#valhalla#valkyrie#canute x reader#vinland saga x reader#askeladd#thorfinn karlsefni x reader#x reader#anime#manga#king canute#vinland saga canute#war arc#love triangle#thorfinn thordarson#prince canute
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And it was a this point I realized... Thorfinn had grown into me, or rather the me that I wish I could be.
#Vinland Saga#anime#season two#finale#thorfinn karlsefni#Thorfinn Thordarson#awesome#beautiful#compelling#epic#hero#spirituality#redemption#character development#my feels
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Vinland Saga, The Northman Come Together For the Ultimate Viking Crossover - Interest
Vinland Saga, The Northman Come Together For the Ultimate Viking Crossover – Interest
You couldn’t find a more perfect collaboration if you tried. Twin Engine announced on Friday that the Vinland Saga anime is teaming up with the 2022 American film The Northman, directed by Robert Eggers. Both titles are historical epics about the Vikings, featuring a revenge-driven protagonist.
The collaboration will involve Vinland Saga voice actors Yūto Uemura (Thorfinn Thordarson) and Kensho…
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𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯
summary ;; — he always saw you on the field of battle, yet no one else could. as he saw you more and more, his want to speak to you increased.
featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn (warrior arc) x gn! reader. contains slight fantasy aspects?? readers kinda supernatural? it isn't major but it's there. doesn't specify what the reader is.
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he didn’t know them, and they likely didn’t know him. all he knew was that he always saw them on the field of battle, carrying themself with an aura unlike any he had seen before. they looked like they were about to give a kind, gentle smile yet like they were about to start crying at the same time. they wouldn’t fight, and no matter where the battle was taking place or who it was against, they were there, observing. not with any evident look of interest, but a distant sadness yet they looked so tender.
it was like no one else besides him could see them. no one looked their way, no one even batted an eye to their direction, and they didn’t seem to mind. he hated how he couldn’t seem to reach them. at first, he was conflicted, wondering why someone was so calmly watching the bloodshed and not taking any action to leave. after the first few times, he wondered if he was hallucinating due to how no one else seemed to be aware of their presence.
the first time he had seen them, he didn’t know what to think. wandering the fields of the dead men, they were slow and took their time in your steps, eyes scanning over the fresh corpses of the men that had lost their lives in battle. he could barely see them, he was going back to askeladd and his men when he had seen them. they were far, but he could pick up on the swirl of emotion in their eyes. he could see it so clearly, but if you asked him to put it into words, he wouldn't be able to.
he had seen them earlier during the battle, but his eyes didn't linger for long, dismissing them as another 'warrior'. but now he had seen them so carefully wandering through the mass of dead flesh, the one word to come into his head was valkyrie. but this didn't make sense to him, if they were a valkyrie, then why could he see them? he had not lost his life in the war, so if you truly were a valkyrie, them shouldn't have appeared to him.
though he may have only seen them for a few moments before he had to leave, they remained on his mind for days afterwards. it was a few weeks until he had seem them again. due to the time in-between these two 'meetings', he was convinced he had made you up. that it was nonsense for someone to calmly walk through a battlefield with no one noticing, for them to walk through the bodies like they were walking through a field of flowers and not heaps of dead brutes. because of this mantra and how he cursed himself for ever believing such a stupid idea, he was frozen when he had seen them again.
he could barely focus on fighting, eyes always dragging themselves back to them, barely missing stabs of swords due to how distracted he was. he didn’t want to fight anymore, but he had to. because what else could he do? his eyes kept sweeping over them, and sometimes looking around to the other men surrounding him, wondering how no one could notice them and their gaze. they would disappear as soon as they came, being somehow present once the fighting begins and then leaving after staring at the soulless bodies resulting from the fighting.
after that first time, it felt like they followed him everywhere on the battlefield. wherever there was bloodshed, there was them, and wherever they were, there was bloodshed. after the first few times, he had to admit that he was curious and that he wanted to see them. he wanted to see them up close and ask, "why?".
why did they come to such places only to look at the fighting with such grief in their eyes? why did they stay on the sidelines? why didn't they just leave?
he tried to reach them, but one thing or another got in his way and messed up his chances of getting to them. but this time, he decided, this time he would get to them. he stayed behind, he didnt care if they left without him. he had only this on his mind for weeks, and he wouldn't be able to do anything else if he didn't get this over with. all he needed was for you to show up again, and for one of the first times in his life, he prayed that they would show up, and he prayed that he would be able to speak to them.
and he was so thankful that they were there. standing in the middle of everything, back towards him, emitting that same gentle yet painfully upsetting feeling. he rushed through the aftermath of the war, the bodies, blood, broken blades. but once he got closer to them, he felt himself get slower. he began to become hesitant in his steps, slowing and slowing the nearer he got. his heart felt like it was going to stop once he saw them begin to turn around.
he grit his teeth, he hadn't waited so long just to run away once he was in front of them. he couldn't even speak, everything that had been on his mind had left the moment their eyes settled on his. he wanted to turn and walk away, but again, he didn't want to regret leaving without a word, and his body wouldn't listen either way. he was stuck underneath the gaze of their eyes, and it was as if all the barriers he had learnt to put up over the years were no good anymore, that he couldn't hide even his deepest thoughts from someone like this.
a rush of wind passed the two of you, and your eyes slowly widened. the two of you stared and you felt like for once in your life, you didn't know what to do. he was in front of you, undoubtedly on guard yet slightly red and unable to carry on holding eye contact. but it didn't make sense, no man on the field of battle ever acknowledged you. you were simply there, lighting up the flame of bloodlust with your low tune. you didn't want to, you didn't want to encourage stealing the lives of others. but in life, many things happen that people don't want, such an death.
but you couldn't hide a small smile when your attention focused back onto the warrior in front of you. he said nothing and it seemed as if he could do nothing, and he felt stupid for coming up to you with no plan of what to do or what to say. what reason did he have for even wanting to see you?
though the reason for your silence wasn't that you were confused or judging or anything of that sort. you could see he wasn't at peace with violence, unlike all the other men that you had seen fighting before. he didn't care for riches or fame or valhalla. it was more than that, and you could see that. although you couldn't see what specifically it was he wanted or what made him so troubled, you knew that his purpose for life would be far greater than the average man on the battlefield.
he felt even more flustered seeing your small smile, half because he felt like he was being teased, and half because you were more inhumanely beautiful than he had imagined you to be.
you placed a hand on his cheek, moving forward to place a soft kiss on the other, near the corner of his lips. no words had been exchanged between the two of you, but your kiss would wish him long life, one where he would feel fulfilled and wouldn't have to continue living in a cycle of murder and death.
another gush of wind passed, and his eyes shut due to its harshness. but when they opened, he could no longer see you.
he placed a hand onto the cheek you had kissed for a moment, until he removed it and turned around, walking back to wherever askeladd and his men would be.
he had never seen you again after that.
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#vinland saga#thorfinn x reader#vinland saga x reader#thorfinn karlsefni#gender neutral reader#vinland saga thorfinn x reader#vinland saga x gender neutral reader#warrior arc#war arc#thorfinn thordarson#manga#anime#fanfiction
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How do you think Thorfinn would react to reader whose actively pursing him?Like, they flirt with him and in general pretty upfront about how they feel.
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𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰
summary ;; — he isnt exactly used to people claiming they love him with no hesitation.
featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn x flirty/bold! gn! reader. i think his personality in this fits him in the war arc way better than the others.
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because he isn't used to it, he doesnt know how to react to it either.
he'll either smoothly dodge whatever you said, or he'll automatically turn red and/or give a snarky comment.
whatever his reaction is, he does get flustered and a lot of the time, its painfully obvious, although he never really does anything about it and just moves on instead of making a move himself.
he'd definitely be one of those people who get angry when their flustered, he doesn't really mean it and it's obvious he feels the same but he just needs a little time to collect himself and know what he wants to do.
in the meantime, poking fun at him and getting him flustered is painfully amusing. he always seems to surprise you with his reactions, which makes it even more fun to do.
and at times, he does soften up a bit and shows that he cares whenever you find yourself in danger. though those times are rare, it makes you feel even more confident in your ability to successfully win him over whenever they happen.
you may or may not realise that you likely already have, as he wouldn't really give you the time of day if he absolutely hated you.
though, he may have found you annoying when you first met if you had been outright flirtatious right from the start. in the beginning, it wouldve just shocked him and left him speechless, but after a while, it'd be obvious it began to affect him more while he started growing feelings for you.
which he denied relentlessly, whether it was to you, himself, or anyone else that asked.
he isnt really the type to flirt, but he does say something back once in a while which normally amuses you further. after back and forth indirect flirting, he has no choice but to back out despite being so stubborn.
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#thorfinn karlsefni x reader#anime#manga#vinland saga#vinland saga x reader#vinland saga thorfinn#thorfinn x reader#gender neutral reader#vinland saga thorfinn x reader#female reader#male reader#thorfinn thordarson
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𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 .
summary ;; — you patiently waited for him to let you help heal his bitterness.
contains + featuring ;; — thorfinn x gn! reader, idk if this is fluff so lets just call it bittersweet fluff.
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it was hard being patient with thorfinn.
how do you gently pry open someone who's so protective of their feelings? you havent any idea. all you knew was that you craved to be there, to simply be there with him when you knew he needed it, even though he lacked the communication skills to word it. you knew little about him, but what you did know was that he needed time to heal.
you spoke little but you made sure your actions spoke louder than you ever could. its the little things that count, correct?
from flashes of pain hidden by anger to sparks of fear concealed by protectiveness, he tried to keep himself strictly devoid of emotions other than anger and rage. the main point was that he tried to hide behind the two, although at some points even he gave up in that altogether, leaving an opening bare for you, to truly see his hurt.
it was worrying, so you tried to provide the little help you were able to offer. he often hesitated, often argued within himself, but he couldn't deny the need for someone to rid him of his loneliness.
he saw no need for your empathy, knowing that it would lead to no good for the both of you as he pushed these feelings of yearning to the deepest parts of his hurting heart. but could he really push you away? he often asked himself, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he would, he just didn't want to.
what he wanted was your help, what he wanted was to let himself rest.
so when he finally got tired of holding back, he let you care for him. more like he took as much of your care as he could, desperate for you to talk to him like a normal person would, desperate for him to be able to let his guard down for one bittersweet and undeniably ephemeral moment.
and you allowed him to have those moments with you, which he thanked you for for his entire life onwards. day by day, moment by moment, he was noticeably more comfortable and trusting around you, and you felt proud. you noticed the constant stolen glances sent your way to make sure you were still around, the slightly more open and talkative side of him, and he noticed it too.
he didnt know what to feel or what these things made him feel, but it felt good.
he may have become more protective and stubborn when it came to you, but it was a s price to pay to see him actually crack a smile every once in a while. it was so freeing, the conversation flowing between the two of you during the dark of night. he wouldn't have ever dared to wish to have such a peaceful moment shared with you before, but somehow it was happening, and he was happy happy happy.
he used to be so scared, afraid there were hidden intentions behind your acts of care, which he hid with his false pride and anger. it had taken so long for him to relax under your touch without tensing, to be able to hold eye contact with you while talking. but now that it was all happening, it had been worth it to allow himself to be free of these shackles he had bound himself with, even if it was just the slightest bit.
but you had stayed. you stayed when he was hurt, whether it was emotionally, physically, or both. you said words in the beginning, just holding an understanding gaze until he was ready to heal. you would lay with him under the stars, random things being blurted out and making his chest feel lighter.
you stayed even when he refused to open himself up, when he couldn't bring himself to face you, when his mind and soul was submerged into the darkest abyss possible. you pulled him out with a warm heart, opposed to his cold one.
but perhaps your warmness was slowly spreading to him.
it was hard being patient with thorfinn, but it was all worth it.
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#manga#anime#vinland saga x gender neutral reader#vinland saga manga#vinland saga x reader#vinland saga thorfinn#thorfinn karlesfni x reader#thorfinn thordarson#thorfinn x reader#thorfinn karlsefni#vinland saga
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𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔩𝔶 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶
contains: thorfinn (warrior arc) x gn! reader, thorfinn being a headache
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hes so fucking frustrating when he's ill.
hes always convinced he's fine, even though he can feel how groggy he was.
" im fine, im perfectly healthy! i would know if i was ill! " he says, with a skyrocketing temperature, watery eyes, a dry throat and being unable to walk without swaying and stumbling over his own feet.
you had half the mind to push him onto the battlefield and see how he pushes his body to keep up with his stupidly massive ego, but he would've died before you were able to even get him on the field.
that, and the fact askeladd would have your head for being the reason such a big pawn of his died.
and maybe because it was slightly disheartening to see him so incapable of even getting up on his own.
so maybe you cared.
just a little bit though.
thorfinn would always complain about something or other, grumbling to himself as you practically force food down his throat because he claims he 'isnt hungry'.
you didn't even know why you were babying him just because askeladd threatened you to gey him back on his feet before you'd be fighting some army.
why you in particular? no clue. maybe because you were the only one thorfinn didn't want to rip the throat out of 24/7, even though he seemed like he did a lot of the time.
it mostly consisted of you keeping watch, as you were in enemy territory, while he was either eating, sleeping or complaining about how he was 'feeling better' when you both knew he was just restless from not being able to train.
even thought his illness ignited from him pushing himself too hard, his body being unable to cope and making him terribly ill.
more than once you'd drag him back into the small hut after he snuck out when you were out hunting, and it wasn't fun for either parties.
with you prying his mouth open to shove soup in his mouth and him kicking you away because he feels like he's on the brink of death.
you slammed open the wooden door with one hand, the other clutching one very sulky thorfinn. shoving him onto the bed, you exchange no words as you look at him, meeting his glare with your own. the two of you staying like that for a while before you sigh, " stop looking at me like that, you idiot. what kind of airhead decides to go train with a high ass temperature, a bad throat and empty stomach? " you asks, rhetorically.
he obviously doesn't notice this as he replies, " me. "
you groan, " no shit. ill need to chain you down to your bed, and i will if thats what it takes to get you better and askeladd off of my back. " he glares at you for the suggestion as you shrug, " killing two bird with one stone, eh? "
his glare stays the same as you let out a huff of defeated laughter, " kidding, kidding. calm down, would it kill you to not frown all the time? "
he grumbles something you could barely hear due to his voice, letting himself fall onto the small bed to try and relieve his aching limbs. you sigh and walk over towards him, sitting on the ledge of the bed as you pick up the now slightly cooled down soup you had left next to him.
you shove it towards him, as he gets up weakly. you look at him expectedly as he stares down at it, shoving his head away and to the side to show you he wouldn't comply. you sighed at how difficult he was being, did he even want to get better? because it really didn't seem like it.
you balance the soup in one hand and slowly extend your hand to his face, before gently turning his head towards yours so you could quickly shove the spoon into his mouth. he swallows it down immediately, coughing slightly as he wipes his mouth and stares at you.
" you gonna eat now? or do you want me to pour it down your throat and let it burn your insides? " you smile, holding up another spoonful.
he doesn't reply as he keeps his head down, hair covering his eyes in an attempt to fight off the slight blush spreading across his face. he doesn't give much of an answer, but him opening his mouth slightly was enough.
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