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bougainvillea-and-saltwater · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday! (insert meme: it's been 84 years...)

Hello! I think I've neglected these beautiful WIP tag games as of late, so I took the chance, after being tagged by the lovelies @bostoniangirl21 and @miraakulous-cloud-district (thank you both so much!🧡), to share a bit of CH20 of The Priest and the Dragoness (I'm seriously thinking of changing the title of my fic, so if someone wants to give me their opinion about this Cursed Thought™, I'll gladly take it!). Also, the beloved @miraakulous-cloud-district had the idea of making this WIP combo with a picrew of ocs! I'm so excited to share! 😍

Tonight, in that dream, she does not see the precious faces of her dear mother and father she always recognized even if she never knew them or touched them or kissed them in the waking world, nor does she hear the rough but heartwarming voice of her wise old wolf, Kodlak Whitemane. She does not dream of Vilkas and Farkas’ affectionate fraternal teasing, the tender motherly sternness of Aela, nor does she blend her youthful voice with Whiterun’s liveliness during the New Life Festival, in its songs, dances, feasts, in Magnus’ slow return to Nirn. She sees neither the darkness, the shackles, the rot of Northwatch Keep, nor even senses Caranthir’s breath chilling the back of her neck. Sometimes, Jia dreams of herself as a dragon. She falls to her weak, human knees, weeps and screams without voice, only to feel her spine crack lengthwise and then split in half like the shell of an egg, as the acrid stench of seething, ripped-out flesh engulfs her like a firestorm, dominates her from head to toe. And then, she sees her two blood-leaking wings spreading through her shadow, and she takes flight, and she brings debris and death. But tonight, in that dream, she is not a fire-breathing, blood-raining wyrm. In that dream, she is a bird, a swallow, and behind her soft, feathery wings, she knows a delicate shaft of the warmest, most pristine sunlight dovetails with her close behind, creating technicolor colorings upon her lustrous plumage; and from beneath her small-boned body, she sows springs and summers, meadows and groves, all with a single wingstroke. In that dream, she flies towards a colossal tree. Though suddenly her flight grows swift, erratic, hopeless, so much as one would wonder how a swallow’s flickering little heart can withstand this kind of fear and despair. For this tree that she hunts with time’s passing, is not for nesting and is barren of verdure or fruit in spite of the spring-bearer’s sight; this is an unearthly shade of dark, black wood, of twisting, writhing branches as if they are coming to life, haunted, rotten to the roots and even beyond those, like— Like a hanged man’s tree. “Sleep,” Miraak tells her, when she startles awake, in a whisper drawn out of the loveliest lullaby, as though he is, too, tethered between reality and a dream, his caressing fingers blindly running up and down her back. “It was just a dream.” They are never just dreams, the words her brain pushes to speak aloud, but her eyes close again, and she’s plunging into a vision that she may not remember come morning.

Now for the lovely picrew!

OH but of course I would make not only Jia but her Miraak too, what do you mean... 😇

I'm tagging some people with the hope I'm not bothering them, so absolutely no pressure for this! Still, it'd be wonderful to see your creations, whichever they are! 🥰 @blossom-adventures, @sothas, @prettytamagnii, @illumiera, @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @thequeenofthewinter, @ruskycreations

#look. i'm in my “hunger games” era #so 'the hanged man's tree' line is a reference to the song “the hanging tree” sung by katniss and lucy gray in their respective movies...👀#miraak #oc: jia #the priest and the dragoness #otp: twin flames #my writing #tesblr

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feyresdaughter · 1 year

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A Court of Frost and Starlight, chapter 13-15:

Rhys POV

I’d grown up in these houses, attending the parties and feasts that lasted long into the night, spending bright summer days lazing on the sloping lawns, cheering the summer boat races on the Sidra.

Imagine little Rhysie attending these parties aw

A small laugh. “What did you get Feyre?” I slid my hands into my pockets. “This and that.” - “So, nothing.” I dragged a hand through my hair. “Nothing. Any ideas?” - “She’s your mate. Shouldn’t this sort of thing be instinctual?” - “She’s impossible to shop for.” Mor gave me a wry look. “Pathetic.” I nudged her with an elbow. “What did you get her?” - “You’ll have to wait until Solstice evening to see.” Mor’s present-buying abilities had never improved. I had a drawer full of downright hideous cuff links that I’d never worn, each gaudier than the next. I was lucky, though: Cassian had a trunk crammed with silk shirts of varying colors of the rainbow. Some even had ruffles on them. I could only imagine the horrors in store for my mate.

Mor knows Rhys so well it's adorable

“I just— being near them, together …” She shoved her hands into her pockets. “It’s probably what it feels like for you to be around Tamlin.” - “If it’s any consolation, cousin, I behaved rather poorly the other day.” - “Is he dead?” - “No.” - “Then I’d say you controlled yourself admirably.” I laughed. “Bloodthirsty of you, Mor.” She shrugged, again watching the river. “He deserves it.” He did indeed.

So real of Mor

“Does he win if I go?” A quiet, tentative question. “You have to decide that for yourself.” Mor turned toward the ruined house and grounds behind us . Staring not at them, I realized, but eastward. Toward the continent and the lands within. As if wondering what might be waiting there.

We don't have enough Rhys and Mor scenes, I love them

Feyre POV

I had yet to find or even come up with a vague idea for what to give Rhysand for Solstice.

Not them both struggling to find a present for each other 😭 truly mates

Decadent— it felt decadent, and selfish, to shop, even if it was for people I loved. “I know it’s not easy for you,” Elain observed as we drifted through a weaver’s Shop. I turned from a wall covering depicting that very image. “What’s not easy?” Elain’s brown eyes roved over the Night Court insignia. “Buying things without a dire need to do so.” - “We have everything we need,” I admitted to Elain. “Buying presents feels excessive.” - “It’s their tradition, though,” Elain countered, her face still flushed with the cold . “One that they fought and died to protect in the war. Perhaps that’s the better way to think of it, rather than feeling guilty. To remember that this day means something to them. All of them, regardless of who has more, who has less, and in celebrating the traditions, even through the presents, we honor those who fought for its very existence, for the peace this city now has.”

I also love Feyre and Elain together in acofas 🥰

Having been in a void myself, the fabric she’d woven came unnervingly close. “Why?” Her gray eyes shifted toward me again. “My husband didn’t return from the war.” The frank, open words clanged through me. It was an effort to hold her gaze as she continued, “I began trying to create Void the day after I learned he’d fallen." The weaver only stared toward the tapestry. “I thought we’d have a thousand more years together.” She began to coax the loom back into movement. “In the three hundred years we were wed, we never had the chance to have children.”Her fingers moved beautifully, unfaltering despite her words. “I don’t even have a piece of him in that way. He’s gone, and I am not. Void was born of that feeling.”I didn’t know what to say as her words settled in. As she continued working. It could have been me. It could have been Rhys.

THAT'S where Feyre knew she wanted a child with Rhys

“The silver thread,” Elain asked. “What is that called?” The weaver paused the loom again, the colorful strings vibrating. She held my sister’s gaze. No attempt at a smile this time. “I call it Hope.” My throat became unbearably tight, my eyes stinging enough that I had to turn away, to walk back toward that extraordinary tapestry. The weaver explained to my sister, “I made it after I mastered Void.” I stared and stared at the black fabric that was like peering into a pit of hell. And then stared at the iridescent, living silver thread that cut through it, bright despite the darkness that devoured all other light and color. It could have been me . And Rhys. Had very nearly gone that way. The impossible depth of blackness before me, the unlikely defiance of Hope shining through it, whispered the truth before I knew it. Before I knew what I wanted to give Rhys. The weaver’s husband had not come home. But mine had.

That's where Feyre decided she wanted to have a child with Rhys, soon

The tapestry was a gift for no one but myself, and would be delivered to the town house later that afternoon.

YAS FEYRE you deserve to treat yourself

“I’m just glad someone’s using this place. That you are using it,” Ressina added. “I think Polina would have liked you.”

I also think that Polina would have liked Feyre. Because it's just so easy to adore her

And slammed right into the hard, warm chest of my mate. I rebounded off Rhys with a curse, scowling at his laugh as he gripped my arms to steady me against the icy street. “Going somewhere?”

I just realized on this last reread how clumsy Feyre is fr 😭 she's always slamming into something or someone

I blew out a breath and surveyed him , the face dearer to me than anything in the world, the weaver’s words echoing through me. She had lost her husband. I had not. And yet she still wove, still created. I cupped Rhys’s cheek, and he leaned into the touch

“Do you think it’s stupid to wonder if painting might help others, too? Not my painting, I mean. But teaching others to paint. Letting them paint. People who might struggle the same way I do.” His eyes softened. “I don’t think that’s stupid at all.” I traced my thumb over his cheekbone, savoring every inch of contact. “It makes me feel better— perhaps it would do the same for others.”

FEYRE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

My nose crinkled as I entered Amren’s toasty apartment. “It smells … interesting in here.” Amren, seated at the long worktable in the center of the space, gave me a slashing grin before gesturing to the four-poster bed. Rumpled sheets and askew pillows said enough about what scents I was detecting. “You could open a window,” I said, waving to the wall of them at the other end of the apartment.

Not Feyre getting hit by a wave of Vamren's previous activities 😭

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pastelnurturing · 9 months

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🌼🍉🌈 A Heart-warming Summer Picnic 🌈🍉🌼

Hey there my sweet souls 🤗💕 Today, we're bringing you a heart-warming tale of a caregiver and their little enjoying a magical summer picnic together! 🌞🧺

🌻🌳 Amidst the warm embrace of the sun, the caregiver and their little set out on a whimsical adventure. They spread a colorful quilt on the soft grass, creating a cozy spot to enjoy their special day. The caregiver lovingly unpacks a wicker basket filled with delightful treats and refreshing drinks, making sure to include all of their little's favorites. 🍉🥪🍓

🎈🦋 As they dig into the juicy watermelon slices and crunchy cucumber bites, the little's eyes light up with joy! Each bite tastes even sweeter as they share this moment with their caregiver, who has put so much love and care into making this picnic a memorable one. The caregiver's heart swells with happiness as they witness the little's delight. 🥰💖

🌈🌟 After the delicious feast, they embark on a magical adventure, chasing butterflies and letting their imaginations run wild. Hand in hand, they explore the meadows and enjoy the sun's warm embrace. The caregiver encourages their little to dream big and listen to the whispers of nature around them. 🦋🌿

💕🎈 In this beautiful bond every moment is treasured and every laugh is shared. They create memories that will forever be etched in their hearts. The caregiver feels a sense of fulfilment and joy, knowing that they can provide their little with a safe and loving space to express themselves. 🌼🤗

🌞🌸 So, dear friends, let's cherish these heart-warming moments that make our community so special! Remember to take some time to embrace the summer spirit with your caregiver or little, whether it's through a magical picnic, a playful adventure, or simply sharing laughter and love together. 💞🍃

🌈🎉 Sending you all warm hugs and endless smiles as we celebrate the love and joy that CGLRE brings into our lives! Keep shining, and keep spreading the magic of your little space! 🌟🎈

#sfw caregiver #sfw blog #agerecommunity #babyre #age dreamer #age dreaming #agere blog #sfw agere #agere #little #agere positivity #age regression #sfw age regression #age regressor #sfw interaction #sfw littlespace #sfw regression #caregiver #cglre

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mothdruid · 2 years

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sleepover event ; sacred romantic moments prompts

“ you're good to me, you know. really good. ”

“ may i have this dance? ”

So excited to see what you come up with, I love your work! ❤️

ahhhh! spirit!!! i'm so glad to see you stopping by!!! ❤️

i made a cute little like medieval/aristocratic dance thingy for you with these prompts.

The night had been one of joy and merriment, a celebration was afoot. You watched on as many people gathered, danced, and feasted. Sprite was off in the corner inspiring with her stories of mythical beasts and heroics. The bonfire casted a orange hue against everything, creating a perfect summer's dream.

"Enjoying the view, milady?" A familiar voice said to you. You turned back to face him, your partner in crime. His gentle blue eyes locked with your own. He cocked an eyebrow at you, bumping his arm into your shoulder slightly.

"Yes. Thank you for asking.” He watched as you dipped your head at him. He marveled at the way you looked, not used to seeing you dressed up. The gold threads of your dress sparkling in the light. “Druig?”

“Hmm?” He stepped back as you stood up for your seat, watching your gown settle around your frame. You held your hand out, waiting for him to take it into his own. Druig realized what you wanted, take your hand and pressing his lips to the back of your hand. The music had changed, a new tune being played as you watched the action. Druig brought his gaze back up to yours, studying your face. “May I have this dance?”

You nodded while curtseying slightly. He held his arm out, waiting for you to take it. The two of you weaved between the people, going to the middle of the floor. One hand gently took your own, the other settling on your waist. Your free hand rested against his shoulder, the two of you smiled at each other as your movements started.

The rest of the world faded away as you stared at Druig, his eyes focusing only on you. It felt like a story Sprite was telling, magical and captivating. Druig twirled you around, keeping you close to him while others danced similarly around the two of you. Love swelled inside of you as the two of you continued, nothing mattering in the world besides the two of you.

Druig watched on as the two of you swirled around the floor. He knew luck wasn’t real, but he felt like the luckiest man alive with you in his arms. Druig leaned down, whispering into your ear, “You’re good to me, you know. Really good.”

You smiled at him, nothing but love and adoration flowing through you. “Druig, I could say the same to you.”

i had a lot of fun writing this small piece 🥰

come join the sleepover!

#moth hosts #mothdruid #druig #druig fluff #druig imagine #druig drabble #druig x reader #druig x f!reader #druig x female reader

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atozfic · 3 years

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Impregnation kink with Seonghwa

pairing. park seonghwa x fem!reader. | warnings. established relationship, smut, soft dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, impregnation kink, body worship ig, mirror sex, insecurities.| word count. 596. | hyde’s input. having children: 🤮🤢👎✋💩 having seonghwa's children: 🥰🥵🙌🤸‍♀️💞

“eyes on the mirror, darling.”

seonghwa’s voice is but a love-filled whisper in your ear, a soft coo to coax you into following his command. it still manages to leave you breathless, brain melting into a puddle of useless jelly in your head and, if it wasn’t for the spot you’d secured in your husband’s lap, you’re almost certain your knees would be giving out on you.

not amused by you ignoring him, an empty spot is left on your hip where his hand once lay, now moving up the expanse of your body till your chin sits in his grasp and he’s tilting it upward and forcing your to look ahead at the mirror in question.

the reflection paints a portrait, a piece of modern art comprised of a man and a woman, bare as the day they were brought into the world and connected to one another in the most primal way. the man sits on the edge of a pristine bed, legs spread and forcing the woman’s legs to do the very same, as she sits perched in his naked lap. his eyes are fiery, like a summer day that leaves you craving something sweet, yet the ring on his finger is cold as his other hand has now occupied itself with the woman’s breasts, tweaking at the pretty little buds on her chest.

“you’re so sexy.” he says it like it’s common knowledge, an undeniable fact to humanity. “and these past few months have only made you even more so. watching you carry our child’s just made me more in love, more crazy about you.”

every part of you is begging you to close your eyes when seonghwa plants a hand on your hips and thrusts up into again, every inch of his cock fitting snugly within your velvet walls, shooting a burst of magnetic pleasure through you both, drawing each of you closer and closer, little room for air and even less for insecurities.

“and this,” his palm smooths over the ever-growing bump forming along your stomach area, littering your skin in stretch marks that seonghwa so graciously demands you call them body art, a physical demonstration of just how strong you and your body are. “is what we owe it all to. our little bundle of joy is being kept safe, being taken care of, is alive all thanks to this bump.”

he’s talking, and you know you should be listening, taking in every word and engraving it into your heart, but you’re too far gone, tears brimming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, every minutes that passes just adding more time onto the clock of how long you’ve been edged towards a climax, seonghwa hell bent on proving to you just how much he still wants your body all to himself, despite all the new added features you’d been foolish enough to criticize about yourself after leaving the shower earlier int he evening, unaware of your husband’s early return home and the fact he was watching every frown and grimace you’d worn as you inspected your pregnant body.

“i love you so much like this, that i think i might just knock you up all over again once we get through this pregnancy.” his eyes stare at you through the mirror, watching you as he dips his head down to plant his lips on your neck. “and don’t let me get started on your tits, darling, because the moment you give me the go ahead, you can guarantee i’m going to be feasting on the milk inside them.”

#ateez smut #park seonghwa smut

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peaceisadirtyword · 2 years

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Drabble #4 (Halfdan/Reader)

A/N: Hi! I’m truly sorry I disappeared for days! it’s been quite hectic around here because of all this Christmas thing! Because of Covid plans changed very quickly and even if I tested (fortunately) negative, I had to change my plans too :( I also had to buy presents because this month passed very quickly😭 So I didn’t have time to sit down and finish the requests! But here I come with another one🥰 It’s a bit different from the ones I usually write, and I want to apologize in case Halfdan is out of character :( I hope you guys like it! I enjoyed writing it even if he’s not Ivar nor Hvitserk, it’s nice to change every once in a while! 👀

Thank you @naaladareia for your request♥️ take this as a Christmas gift?🥰 I really hope you like it love, thank you so much!

Warnings: mentions of raids, implied sex (afterwards👀), mentions of alcohol, violence, weapons... Vikings😅

gif belongs to @fucktgisshitok-blog

"Skål!" King Harald roared and the rest of the Hall cheered and yelled after him, raising their horns for the toast. You laughed as the man you had sitting beside you fell to the floor while trying to drown his tenth drink. The king had just announced his plans for the next spring, when he'd join some Earls to conquer new lands. His eyes were turned to the north, to the west coast of Norway, leaving the south and Kattegat for the future, when he was stronger. Most of the people supported him, they were more than happy and willing to go and conquer territories for him.

With the exception of some other people, like the blonde, dark-eyed viking that you saw sneaking out of the Hall as the music continued and people stood up to dance and continue drinking.

Your smile faltered then. You hadn't seen him too excited during the feast. It's true he wasn't that much into celebrations, but as it was a big night for the king, you thought he'd at least pretend to be comfortable.

After emptying your horn for the last time -you were already feeling dizzy and feared you'd wake up in that Hall the morning after if you kept drinking- you stood up. The king caught your eye for a moment and nodded quickly. He had noticed too.

Vestfold was full of life that night, unlike the rest of the winter nights in which everyone stayed inside, warming themselves up next to their fires, during Yule everyone yearned for the sun to come back, celebrated the proximity of the summer and made sacrifices and feasts, to thank an to gain the favor of the Gods. It was time to decide where the raids would go to during the warm months, but in Vestfold King Harald decided what to conquer next instead.

Everyone loved Yule, especially after the darkness the autumn brought. But there was an exception for everything.

"Aren't you enjoying the feast?" you spoke as soon as you spotted him. He sat down behind the Hall, facing the woods and with his back turned to the fjord. He sharpened one of his daggers, but he stopped as soon as he heard your voice.

"Just needed some air" he didn't turn to look at you, but instead you approached him.

"Sure, that's why you looked so happy during the entire night" you smiled, shaking your head "I'm not blind, Halfdan, and neither is your brother"

"The king knows why I left the feast" this time he turned his head to look at you "He didn't have to send you to ask me"

"He didn't send me" you rolled your eyes, sitting down on the cold log next to him "I came by myself, because I saw you leaving in quite a hurry"

"Well, you should head back in, then, enjoy the feast" Halfdan shrug, and went back to sharpening his dagger, only looking back up when he notices you stayed next to him.

"I don't feel like it" you raised an eyebrow. Never in a million years would you obey a man. Not even if he was the brother of your king.

"Fine, then stay here, but don't bother me" he sighed. Halfdan was easily annoyed, which was one of the things you found most entertaining.

"What got you in such a bad mood now?" you couldn't help but smile softly "Was it the terribly cooked chicken they served? The fact that we ran out of ale too soon? Maybe the fact that that pretty new slave ran to your brother's lap?"

He took a deep breath, a signal that you were undoubtedly annoying him even more. That made you giggle. Very few people would dare to bother Halfdan the Black like this. Probably the same amount of people that would dare to fight him. You had the privilege to be able to do both and, most of the time, be victorious.

"I barely tasted the chicken, and I only drink mead on celebrations" he shrugged again "And, dear Y/N, I couldn't care less about the new slave"

You scrunched your nose.

"The Gods forbid Halfdan the Black even looks at a woman" you laughed "Now, honestly, what got you all grumpy and annoyed?"

"None of your business, shieldmaiden" he nearly growled.

"Did you want to go to Kattegat next spring?" you raised an eyebrow "Maybe Sogn wasn't your first option?"

"Actually, it wasn't" he admitted "In fact, nothing of what my brother decided was my first option"

"Oh" you tilted your head with curiosity "So it's that"

"I just think he's too focused on that fantasy of being the King of all Norway, that's all, I would prefer if we could just go raiding as we always did, to other places that aren't in Norway"

"Why?"

"I miss the raids" he shrugged "I will support my brother until the day I die, but I think he's forgetting other things, important things, just because he made a promise to a woman" Halfdan rolled his eyes, focusing on his dagger again.

"I think it's romantic" you smiled softly "And I think Harald can do it"

"Of course he can" Halfdan scoffed "If he couldn't, he wouldn't try, but it's foolish to do all of this for a woman. Men lose their minds because of women"

"That's a power we have, yes" you winked at him, even if he wasn't looking at you "But... Wouldn't you do the unimaginable for the person you love?"

"I just think we should go raiding, visit new places, like vikings do, like Ragnar Lothbrok did"

"Ragnar conquered too, though"

"Yes, but he didn't let his ambition cloud his mind, he didn't risk it all for a woman"

"Maybe that was his mistake" you shrugged "Besides, there's not that much difference between raiding and conquering, is it?"

"It is different, it takes much more time, men and effort to conquer, you could raid at least three different places in that time"

"I think you're exaggerating" you laughed "Besides, if what you actually want is to see new places, why don't you tell you brother that? He would give you men and ships for that, and you know it"

Halfdan looked shocked, almost like you had just taken your clothes off in front of him.

"I wouldn't abandon my brother" he stated, with a serious expression. His dark eyes looked almost black in the darkness, and it made you smile again. He was moody, easily annoyed and sometimes he frowned too much, but he was also the most loyal person you ever met.

"Then you could maybe go raiding after he conquers Sogn, I don't think it takes that long"

"He doesn't want to waste men, ships and gold in raiding now, he said he will need everything"

You sighed. You always knew Halfdan didn't have any sympathy for the Danish princess that rejected Harald Finehair, but maybe that was why he never looked at any woman.

"So you're mad and decided to come here to pout and scowl like a toddler because your brother is too focused on his ambitions"

"It's not even his ambitions, he's doing all of this for a woman" he scoffed "Not even the most beautiful woman in the world is worth all of this"

"Ouch" you frowned "No wonder why you don't have a woman" you took a deep breath.

"I don't need one" he narrowed his eyes at you behind his blonde hair "Like I said, women make the most intelligent men lose their minds, I don't want to end up like them. Women cost kingdoms, sanity and lives"

It made you chuckle as you shook your head.

"You're terrified of women, aren't you?"

"I'm terrified of the effect women have on men"

"But that depends on the men" you bit your lip "I'm a woman, have I made you lose your sanity?"

Halfdan was thankful for the darkness that surrounded him, because he was sure you would have mocked the heat that covered his entire face if you had seen it.

"Sometimes" he glared at you, making you gasp in amusement "You're very annoying"

"Well, I can't be that annoying if you haven't sunk that dagger into my neck yet"

"Don't tempt me"

This time you saw a glimpse of a smile curving his lips and smiled triumphant.

"I just don't understand why men go mad when there's a woman near them"

"You might have been with the wrong kind women then, because I can assure you I understand them, as well as I understand women that go crazy when there's a man near"

If Halfdan understood your intentions, he didn't say a thing.

"I can't imagine anything that could make me behave like an idiot and crawl after a woman" he shook his head.

"Really?" you smirked, and moved closer to him.

"Yes" he shrugged.

"That only means you haven't been with the right woman yet" you whispered, enjoying the way he seemed to suddenly realize you were way closer than you were before.

"There's not such thing as the right woman"

You leant in then, softly catching his lips between yours, smiling when he let out a surprised gasp. He kissed you back, though, and left the dagger fall from his hands as your fingers caressed his face and he kissed you back. When you pulled back, you couldn't help but bit your lip in excitement. Maybe it was the mead that gave you enough courage to finally kiss him, but you didn't regret a thing.

"You sure about that, Halfdan the Black?" you muttered, still leaning your forehead against his. He didn't answer, looking at you almost in awe "At least I managed to make that scowl disappear" you winked.

He looked speechless. You enjoyed that little moment of victory before you stood up, stepping away slowly.

"You said you didn't know what women had that could make men lose their minds" you smiled "I'm willing to show you, so if you want to know... You know where I live"

You turned around, walking quickly to make you way to the little wooden house you lived in. Halfdan stayed there, still, his eyes fixed on you as you walked away. Whispering a curse, he picked his dagger from the ground and put it back on his belt as he stood up to follow you.

#halfdan #halfdan the black #halfdan imagine #halfdan x reader #vikings #vikings imagine #request #drabble

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