《 Canute chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Thorfinn's cheek. “You’ve become more ruthless in your old age.”
“I’m not old.”
“You grunt like it when you sit.”
Thorfinn smirked and shifted a little, letting his nose brush against Canute’s neck, breathing in the scent of the other. “Mm. You like it.” 》 — Stillness Between Storms by krvger.
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quick little thing I drew for the fic I wrote <3 go give it a read or maybe laugh at me idk. We're gna pretend Canute has fingernails n I that I remembered to draw them on okay <3

















