⏝◞⠀ྀི synopsis: thorkell x gn!reader headcannons
⨟ cw — gender neutral reader, fluffy headcannons ♡ྀི
𓏴 ꕀ thorkell is massive compared to you, and he loves it. he’ll constantly compare your hands to his or just grab your whole face with one hand and laugh like he’s discovered something amazing.
𓏴 ꕀ super obvious with affection. he’ll throw an arm around you in front of everyone, toss you over his shoulder without warning, or just plop you down in his lap like you weigh nothing.
𓏴 ꕀ he’s not the best at “soft” gestures, but he tries in his own way. his version of comforting you is ruffling your hair, booming out that “everything’ll be fine!” and pulling you into one of his crushing hugs.
︵︵ sometimes thorkell gets so caught up in the chaos of a fight that he forgets just how scary he looks. you’ve had to tug on his sleeve more than once, reminding him to tone it down before he accidentally terrifies an ally. the first time you did it, he just blinked down at you and barked out a laugh. “scary, me? nah—look at this face!” he grinned wide, bloody and wild-eyed, and you couldn’t help rolling your eyes. “exactly,” you muttered.
𓏴 ꕀ no concept of personal space whatsoever. if he’s tired, he’s laying on top of you. if he’s excited, he’s scooping you up and spinning you around. if he wants your attention, he’ll literally block your view until you give it to him.
𓏴 ꕀ loves bragging about you to literally anyone who will listen. mercenaries, enemies, random farmers—doesn’t matter. they’ll know you exist and that thorkell thinks you’re the greatest thing alive.
𓏴 ꕀ he secretly likes when you fuss over his injuries. he’ll pretend it’s nothing, but deep down he melts when you scold him for being reckless while wrapping his wounds.
︵︵ after a long battle, thorkell finally flopped down on the grass beside you, groaning dramatically. “ahhh, i’m exhausted. but i fought well, didn’t i?” he turned his head toward you with a grin, expecting praise. when you only raised a brow and started dabbing at the cut on his cheek, his grin softened. he sat there, strangely quiet, watching you work. “…you’re real gentle, y’know that?” he rumbled, voice unusually low, before chuckling and tugging you into his chest.













