"Vikings? Are... you a Viking?"
"...Yes, I am." He was almost breathless, seemingly shocked by his own words. "The Vikings-- Askeladd, will be here any day now." Then he clicked his tongue and turned to the other side of the feather pillow, avoidantly. His thick blonde hair, now combed clean, obstructed his solemn face like snow over a rooftop. He was hiding from me, ashamed of his occupation.
Even in his indignant stillness, there was still beauty to be found in his features. His eyes, who had turned their focus to the vast, inky sky outside, were a deep honey brown in color and adorned with similarly brown eyelashes. Though chafed and cracked, his frowning lips remained plump and vibrant pink, akin to the spring berries ripening in the forest. I could stare forever.
"What?" Thorfinn said, a poignant focus on my wandering eyes. "Stop staring." It seemed to him that I was disgusted, but it could be further from the truth. I had never really interacted with boys my age, much less a handsome, foreign one. I was lucky that he spoke Norse at all! The Viking only continued to leer as my cheeks reddened to a plum. He sighed, shifting his gaze back out at the window. So ominous, yet so peaceful.
Until his eyes suddenly widened.
"They're here."
Without a second thought, he sprung out of bed, wincing from his wounds. Thorfinn shot through the door after grasping his twin daggers, leaving me in shock. Stories of monstrous, beastly Vikings permeated my mind. Would Thorfinn survive?
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Bliss (Thorfinn x Fem Reader)
Storie d'amoreY/N has been living a peaceful, undisturbed life in a mountain-side cabin with her father all her life. But a Viking boy passed out in the forest changes everything... Hope you enjoy it! This is my first story, so sorry if it's a little wonky lol! :)
