ヴィンランド•サガ⁀➷
〚 thorfinn & canute x reader 〛
➸ ????? ??, a woman strong enough
to take down all those before her,
fails to do so when two boys spark
an interest in her.
ˏ°• ???????: ??+ ?????? ?????? ⁀➷
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
≿━━━━━━༺ CHAPTER 2 ༻ ━━━━━━≾
Sighing, you stood tall next to the Prince who was sitting on a blanket that separated him from the grass.
Looking off into the distance, you watched Ragnar argue with Askeladd's right hand, making you chuckle silently to yourself.
"I hate it..." You briefly caught Canute's whisper, raising a brow at him.
"Did you say something, my Prince?" You hummed out, feeling his rage seeping out of him.
"Don't you hear them? The way they talk about you?" He growled, hands gripping the blanket, wrinkles spreading across the woven wool.
So this is what it's about.
"My Prince—"
"Don't. How dare they disrespect you. How can they do such things? Confidentially sharing their fucking sexual fantasies?!" He erupted, glaring at the passing Vikings who jumped at his menacing gaze, which happened to be much more intimidating with his pretty looks.
"My Prince," You sighed, crouching in front of him and grasping onto his shoulders. Shaking him lightly, he now focused on your glistening orbs, calming down in the slightest, "I made this decision for myself. I know what they say and I choose to ignore it. I can't act upon it, can I? You mustn't worry about me, I'm more than capable of handling these hardships, especially with my baby to protect me."
Canute watched you pat your axe as if it was the most precious thing to you in the world.
How he longed for that affection. But only from you. He only wanted it from you.
"Heh? You get babied by a woman too?" Thorfinn's voice was laced with amusement as he dragged the two of yours attention to him, who happened to be resting in a tree above the two of you. He glanced at you and then went back to sharpening his knife.
Noticing that Canute's words caught up in this throat, you spoke up for the boy, wanting to start an argument for pure entertainment, "Don't you have some dinner to be hunting right now, runt."
"Runt?!" He snarled, hopping out of the tree, and hastily made his way to you, a defiant smirk sat on your lips watching him approach you.
"Holy shit, you're tiny," your jaw dropped in astonishment as you looked down at the kid, his eyes widened in shock, visibly becoming offended.
"Eat fucking shit," He snarled, swinging his arm, aiming for your face with his balled fist.
"I bet you're lightweight too," you mumbled in curiosity. Fear struck the blonde when you simply avoided his hit by grabbing his wrist. Slightly bending down, you swiftly tugged on his forearm making him fall into your chest with a gasp. Easy enough for you, you lifted him in one of your oh-so-famous bridal carry away, "Holy shit you are. You can't be more than 100 pounds [45 kg]."
"Put me the fuck down!" He yelled out but was only muffled by your heavy coat.
You let out a hearty laugh as you spun around with him in your arms, much to his displeasure.
"By gods, this journey is going to be so much fun," your grin made Thorfinn nauseous, but rather in a good way, even if his conscious was refusing that thought.
"Y/n put the Viking down."
Canute's harsh grip was wrapped around your shoulder, his words seething through a visibly clenched jaw, making you wither from the pain that shot throughout your arm, letting Thorfinn fall to the ground with a deep groan.
"...My apologies my Prince, I got carried away," you bowed, rubbing your shoulder with your left hand.
With a simple nod of acknowledgment and glare to Thorfinn, Canute turned on his heel and walked off in Ragnar's direction. It seemed the group was packing up and readying themselves to march.
"The fuck is his problem," Thorfinn growled, rubbing his ass, feeling a large bruise form from where he impacted with the ground.
"What do you think? He's a Prince, after all, he hates Vikings," you shrugged, kneeling on the grass to fold up the blanket Canute had left behind.
"It's not like I wanted this," Thorfinn rolled his eyes, crossing his arms while he watched your movements.
"Oh? You're going to give me a life story now?" Your tease made the blonde suck his teeth, considering whether or not to stab you right in the neck where you crouched.
"Fuck you," he spat, storming off to leave you by yourself.
"Guess I was never good with men," you muttered to yourself, thinking you may have gone overboard with the two, it wasn't like you to act out after all. And Canute took note of that.
While he watched you and Thorfinn interact, he found a newly formed hatred within him. He hated how he made you smile. Even if it was embarrassing, he wished it was him in your arms instead.
How could you get along with a Viking?
You're a royal guard. You're his royal guard. Meant to be at his side from the day you were appointed.
He wished to go back to when it was just you and him.
This new boy would be a problem, a greater problem than he expected.
As a Prince, he could have Thorfinn taken out as he pleased, but he didn't want it that way. He wanted to win you over for himself.
That smile,
Those eyes,
Everything about you.
Every little gesture you made,
Every action you took,
It would be his.
Something started to stir in Canute as he walked towards Ragnar. It hadn't awakened yet, but it was sure as hell on its way.
This timid boy would soon turn into something no one would expect.
