Vinland Saga Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

He was relieved that this was almost over, he had to admit. After all, he was a tattoo artist at Blue Dragon Ink too, and he knew that tattoos were open wounds on the body. God knows that Elle had had enough wounds to last her two lifetimes, so while this might be a good wound, in that the end result was going to be empowering and beautiful, Viking hoped that it was the last one that she’d ever have to suffer. He’d make it his personal mission to make sure it was the last.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

"Yes, listen here Andrei. Those guys chased us around town and I'm exhausted. I don't think I can run anymore. Can we do this another day? I'll even tell you where to meet us and you can come with more men" Good Lord, she wants to schedule our murder? I chance a look at the Viking. The corner of his mouth twitches as if he's amused but I've met him before. This man is not amused. Or maybe I'm wrong. He crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles rippling under the black t-shirt he's wearing. I still can't tell what the tattoos covering his arms mean. Not that I want to know. I'm just curious as to why he would need so many. Dante doesn't have a single one. As a made man, that is a rarity. "