Thorfinn lay flat on the deck, breathing heavily as the rain beat down on him. His entire body ached, each muscle sore from the fierce battle he had just endured. The rain mixed with his sweat and blood, creating a cold, stinging sensation on his skin. He felt like he could barely move, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. The ship rocked gently beneath him, the waves no longer being huge due to the leviathan's body.
Looking up to the sky, Thorfinn watched the dance of lightning through the dark clouds. Each flash illuminated the sky, followed by the booming thunder that seemed to shake the very heavens. It was as if the sky itself was laughing and celebrating, a chaotic symphony of light and sound. The storm had been fierce, but now it seemed to be in its final throes, the energy slowly dissipating. As he lay there, the sky began to clear up. The dark clouds parted, and the sun emerged from behind them, casting its warm rays down on him. Thorfinn didn't know how to describe it, but the light felt comforting, soothing in a strange sort of way. It was as if the gods themselves were offering him a reprieve, a moment of peace after the battle. The intense waves started to calm, their ferocity fading as the storm passed. The wind, still cold, blew gently now, carrying the scent of salt and blood.
Thorfinn turned his head slightly, wincing at the pain that shot through his neck. He could see the Leviathan's massive body floating in the water nearby. The creature he had just slain lay still, its once fearsome form now lifeless. The head and upper body were blackened and melted from the lightning's wrath, a grim testament to the battle's ferocity. The lower half, still submerged, remained untouched by the storm's fury.
Despite the exhaustion that weighed him down, Thorfinn felt a surge of pride. He had faced the beast and emerged victorious. The Leviathan, a creature of legend, lay defeated in the water. It was a sight few had ever witnessed, and fewer still had lived to tell the tale. The sun continued to rise higher in the sky, its warmth slowly easing the chill from Thorfinn's bones. He could feel the tension in his muscles begin to release, the pain dulling to a manageable ache. The light seemed to wrap around him, offering a strange sense of protection and healing.
He knew he had to move, to secure the Leviathan's heart and ensure it didn't sink into the depths. But for now, he allowed himself a moment of rest
The ship gently rocked beneath him, a soothing rhythm that helped to calm his boiling blood. Thorfinn closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the sun and the quiet of the sea wash over him. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the salty air, and exhaled slowly, feeling the tension leave his body. When he opened them the sun was further higher in the sky than before. Thorfinn slowly pushed himself up, his limbs trembling from the exertion. As he rose to his feet, a smile began to spread across his face. The smile grew wider until he threw his head back and laughed. The laughter started as a low chuckle but quickly grew louder, echoing across the empty sea. He leaned heavily against the mast, using it to steady himself as he caught his breath.
With what little strength he had left, Thorfinn turned the sail, adjusting it to catch the wind. The sail billowed out, and the ship began to move, cutting through the now-calm waters. He aimed the ship back toward the small island, where the Leviathan's lifeless body lay half-submerged in the water. As the ship approached the island, it knocked against a rock, causing Thorfinn to stumble. He quickly grabbed hold of the mast, steadying himself and gritting his teeth against the pain that shot through his body. Despite the discomfort, the smile never left his face. He had done it. He had faced the Leviathan and triumphed.
The ship continued to glide toward the island, the gentle waves lapping against its sides. Thorfinn could see the Leviathan's massive form more clearly now, the blackened and melted upper body a stark contrast to the untouched lower half still hidden beneath the waves. The sight of the slain beast filled him with a sense of triumph and relief.
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Fighting, Honour and Valhalla || Vikings x The Originals x TVD
FanfictionThorfinn was an orphan that dreamed. He had ambitions and thoughts of greatness. He didn't know his father but he remembered his mother and she would often tell him how his father was the most handsome and kind man that she had ever seen, she used t...
