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A/N: first of all, I am SO honored to be ur first choice for your first request.
Second of all, disclaimer, I do not hate ppl with lactose intolerance, it’s just very funny to me when my brother knowingly consumes sth with excessive amounts of milk and then sprints to the toilet five minutes after finishing his food
Third of all, this was so fun to write and also i've been hoarding this imagine like some goblin creature bc i was so excited to post it. had to do it early after reading heart of winter (we need more bragi)
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Here are some foods I think you could achieve in 800 AD in Kattegat:
Pizza, if there are tomatoes from the Mediterranean
Italian noodles (I think you could defo manage Alfredo sauce and chicken, and noodles are just flour + water + egg maybe)
Some steak with sauteed onions and all that other good shii
Maybe, possibly, if the trade gods are feeling generous, soup dumplings and other Chinese foods (the biggest problem here would be the spices and the rice, since a lot of Chinese food has pretty simple ingredients)
Sashimi
Tuscan salmon (again the Mediterranean ppl have to pull up with them tomatoes)
Ice cream if it’s snowing for long enough and you have Tupperware to bury your fruits with you
Hummus if the middle eastern ppl pull up to Kattegat with Tahini and chickpeas
Things you could definitely not achieve (I am saying this having done 0 research):
Smoothies (blender)
Choco/vanilla ice cream
Anything vanilla/chocolate flavored
Sushi (nori + rice)
Several tier cakes
Anything involving huge (or any) amounts of refined sugar, food coloring or artificial flavours
Anything that has to be tempered or cooled down at an exact temperature
Anything that requires an airfryer, thermomix or other fancy cooking utensils I can’t afford (rn)
Anything fried (how temperature? How so much oil? Maybe if u go to the blacksmith ig)
Mexican food (cries in guacamole and fajitas)
Ragnar
Very suspicious but tries it
You made Linguine Alfredo for the whole fam (Ragnar+Lagertha+Bjorn+Gyda+Athelstan)
Is lactose intolerant
Major L lol
Bjorn laughs when he comes back after one hour of shitting
Lagertha
Appreciates the Alfredo
Does not appreciate shitting husband
When Ragnar declares that it’s worth the risk
She declares the toilet (i think? maybe a hole in the ground?) is worth cleaning
Regardless, she asks you to teach her how to make pasta
Makes very good viking pasta afterwards
Bjorn (as a child bc I stanned him back then :’) )
Stans you for making his dad violently shit
Also stans pasta alfredo
Asks you to cook more, and promises to set the table for you
When your making spaghetti Bolognese, he hands you cream and asks you to sneak it in
You almost do
Gyda
She’s shyer about talking to you, but asks you to make more modern foods
Will help you get the ingredients and cook
If you use a fish she caught for cooking, she’ll cry with happiness
Is the most capable in making modern foods
Fascinated by ice cream
Makes Bjorn taste test everything she cooks before serving
He does it under one condition: trigger Ragnar’s lactose intolerance
Athelstan
Also very skeptical
Loves stuff that’s a fusion between modern and old
Suspicious of your cooking after the Alfredo-incident
He would love Tuscan salmon though
And soup dumplings
Why? It’s a form of bread + soup + warm. That’s why.
tagging @demon-of-the-ancient-world here for obvious reasons
Aslaug
Big fan of Chinese food
She tried modern food to prove to Ragnar that she would not loose control over her bowels bc of a large amount of cream
When she finds out about chopsticks it’s over for you
She eats everything with chopsticks
Thinks it’s more elegant than anything else
Defo a utensils gal
Ubbe
Grew up with the infamous story of the Alfredo incident (we’re going with that timeline in his case too, but not for the other characters)
Regardless, he’s ready to sacrifice his dignity to try something new
Very not lactose intolerant, and rubs it in Ragnar’s face
Loves a medium raw steak
Asks you to cook for him, but you’ll be able to teach him instead
Hvitserk
You give him pizza as a surprise
Looses his shit (not like Ragnar, in a more metaphorical sense here)
Making bread with toppings and baking it and eating it warm? Genius, why didn’t he think of that.
I just know he would gobble up that spicy salami pizza
Is okay with simpler toppings too
Loves everything you make for him, creates scary fusions
Sigurd
Skeptical. Extremely
He likes bean stew and boiled chicken
But not for long
Sucker for spicy foods
Also likes dumplings a lot
Will take them with him in the steamer for a picknick date
Ivar
Can absolutely NOT eat spicy food
Which Sigurd so laughs about
Eats slightly seasoned curry while tears are streaming down his face (manly tears)
Does not take milk to numb it down
You know those wontons with the spicy sauce that are hella good?
Yeah, he loves them without the sauce.
Clocks Sigurd in the jaw when he pours the sauce over Ivar’s not spicy ones
Heahmund
Idk if this is my hc or just personal distaste for this man and his weird ass voice showing through
Cannot handle spicy food (more homoerotic bonding ground for him and ivar yay!)
Does not like modern food (loser)
Secretly is lactose intolerant
Would probably die from a whiff of peanuts
Sticks to boiled chicken and beans (no salt!!!)
Alfred
Didn’t he go to the Vatican or something?
Got a taste for them Italian dishes
Idk if they already had pasta but that’s not the point
Alfred is a man of the world (at least at the dinner table)
Eats everything and anything you make
Yes, he sends hvitserk on a diplomatic mission to find new food
But only bc hvitserk begged him
Would shake his ass in front of his entire court for the mysterious loaded nachos you’ve described to him
Judith
Supports everything Alfred does
Tries his food with him
Oh man, if Sigurd and Judith ever met, they would have a spice eating contest
It delights her to mix two seeds of pepper into the food and watch some lord have a nervous breakdown
Could eat ghost pepper raw
As long as it burns her mouth, it’s good
Knows about the Alfredo incident in said timeline and uses it as a political weapon against the Vikings
The first time Ubbe sees Alfred, at first he thinks the Prince is a girl. He looks like he is made of frail, finely painted clay and his hair is so glossy.
He finds his heart beating in his throat. He is breathless, just by looking at Alfred. And the Saxon has the audacity to demurely look away and fluster ever so slightly.
Ubbe's hand itch to throw him over the table and fuck him, right in front of all the gathered in the tent.
But he knows better.
So instead he speaks and tries not to look at the Prince. His blood is boiling and his breeches feel tight.
"Ubbe?" Hvitserk asks. But he shakes his head. He can't think about it, let alone tell Hvitserk. Not here, not now. Not ever, not anywhere. "It's nothing." He hisses.
But then Alfred looks up at him. Ubbe feels his mouth grow dry and his heart race.
This isn't some regular lust. It is like the Gods sent it to him. Like Freyr means for him to fuck this beautiful Prince.
Vaguely Ubbe wonders why the Gods are so intent on this. Does it have something to do with his own father?
"Ubbe." Hvitserk hisses. He realises he has been staring. He feels like a fool.
They are heard out, though Ubbe gets the feeling they are not taken seriously. The exchange is brief and Ubbe can barely focus on anything but the beautiful prince.
Very quickly they are led away, after having been told they will have their answer the next morning.
The tent they are given is small and has no beds, only a table. Ubbe posts their own men outside. He and Hvitserk give each other grimm looks. They both have the feeling they failed. Though Ubbe feels it twice as much.
He failed to make his move on the pretty prince. And now he has a raging erection to try and will down. No way he can take care of it with Hvitserk there, or their guards.
He wants to slip away, to find which tent is the Prince's. He wants to throw Alfred onto his cot and just fuck him.
He doesn't care the whole camp will probably hear. He doesn't care it will probably be his death. He just want to be balls deep inside that pretty Prince.
He wants to make Alfred feel all of Freyr's pleasures. But he can't just go to him. That would not bode well for his life, or their future.
And then the man posted in the mouth of the tent falls with a grunt and Saxon soldiers pour in, followed by Bishop Heamund and Ubbe can't think of the Prince anymore. He has other things to focus on.
Though Alfred is forever embedded into his mind...
Aftermath of Ubbe and Lhyrie’s spar. In the days after, she trains more with Lagertha and gets help from an unexpected guest. Ubbe spends his days with Alfred. Lhyrie treats a patient.
This chapter came together much too quickly. That’s what you get with sleeping issues.
Okay so this is a list of my headcanon/preferences, with links leading to each post. I give a basic summary of the headcanon/preference, then what fandom it belongs to, and who from said fandom is involved. Plus whether or not it was requested, just because.
1.) You ask if you can peg them. (X)
• It (Movie 2017)
• The Bowers gang.
(NOT REQUESTED)
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2.)They react to the phrase "Fuck me running." (X)
• Dr. Herbert West (Re-animator 1985), Dr. Daniel Schreber (Dark City 1998), Ash Williams (Evil Dead 1981), Stu Macher (Scream 1996), Bo Sinclair (Wax Museum 2005), Eric Draven (The Crow 1994), Otis Driftwood (House of a Thousand Corpses 2003), Djinn (Wishmaster 1997), Josh Lambert (Insidious 2010).
(NOT REQUESTED)
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5.) How do they feel about you being more badass than them? (X)
• Assassins Creed (Video game series)
• Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Jacob Frye, Bayek, Desmond Miles.
(NOT REQUESTED)
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6.) They react to you telling them to bruise your esophagus. (X)
Summary: Winnifred lives the sheltered life of a Christian woman in King Alfred’s court. Not truly understanding the meaning of sexual pleasure her new husband, Ubbe Ragnarsson, is more than willing to show her the path.
This is my submission for @vikingsbigbang winter event, thank ya'll for putting this on again. I can't wait till next year to do it again. Also thank you times a million to my artist, @underragingwaves & @mrgabel who created this lovely art to accompany my fic.
Banner by @mrgabel
Enjoy.
Or if you prefer on Ao3 and to see the rest of the art 😊
Chapter 1: Of All the Stars that Burn
It is the early mornings that Winnifred loves the most.
The way the particles of light filter through the curtains. The quiet of the room. The small shuffling sounds of servants in the anteroom. The birds singing their morning songs from the tree tops outside their window.
Ubbe is not a morning person. Winnifred finds this out on their first full day of marriage. She had stretched out, long and wide, a happy “good morning” falling off her tongue. He had glared at her, eyes squinting in the sunlight, clearly annoyed, though no words left his mouth.
She is forced first to learn his silence before his mother tongue. There in the pauses, and the way he quirks his mouth, in the slight raise of brow, she begins to understand him.
Now, she sits. Not because she worries about bothering Ubbe but because she enjoys the stillness, the moments before the chaos of the world starts hurtling towards her. First, there would be breakfast with her mother, then sewing shirts for the poor with the queen. Later Winnifred would attend court, feigning interest in the on-goings of ambassadors and the accounts of stewards. Finally, dinner; when she would be subjected to poetry readings and music so dull she wanted to scream.
None of that matters. Not yet. For the mornings are hers alone. The only piece of the day she controls.
Her fingers slip out from under the down comforter, sliding across the cotton sheets to the strip of light that reflects between the curtains. It does not warm her chilled skin, only illuminates her cuticles and the creases of her knuckles. She turns her hand in fascination.
Ubbe stirs next to her and she halts all her movements, not quite ready for her peace to end. He sighs as his head settles next to hers, his arm slipping around her core as he pulls her in close. Like a child pulling in a favorite stuffed animal.
Winnifred stiffens. This is not like him, to find comfort from her. Up until today Ubbe has only touched her on the corner of her elbow once while on a walk through the villa or during the few stiff and awkward moments at night when they found themselves forced vainly to create an heir. This is better, she enjoys the fact that she does not have to try to be anything, neither a courtesan to King Alfred or the wife to a famed Norseman.
She can just be herself.
Allowing each of the tight cords of her muscles to soften with a slow exhale out her nose, Winnifred tries to relax into Ubbe’s touch and venture back into the little space she has carved out for herself.
Her hand is cold outside of the covers as she tries to tap the tiny dust particles that dance in the sunlight. They refuse to be obtained, no matter how slowly she moves.
There is a muffled scuttle outside their door and then the quiet giggling of a servant. Winnifred smiles despite herself. The footman and one of the maids has been flirting for months now, much to her delight.
Ubbe stirs, gives her another full body hug and as he buries his nose into her hair he inhales deeply.
He murmurs something in a rumbling baritone that she does not understand. About the ocean, possibly. He is speaking in Norse, a language she still does not comprehend though everyone around her swears it is similar to Saxon.
“Of home,” he tries again when she hums out a questioning note of misunderstanding. “Your hair.” His voice drifts as he sways between sleep and wakefulness.
“Ah.” She smiles to herself. “That is Jessa’s work. Sea salt. She sprays it in my hair after I wash.” Her fingers curl around the springy ends. “To keep the curls,” she finishes though she does not think Ubbe is listening by the way his breathing evens out next to her ear.
“I have been enjoying Jessa,” Winnie quietly announces to no one in particular. The servant was brought over from Norway, given to her by Ubbe as a bridal gift. “She speaks to me in Norse in the mornings,” she continues on, her voice softening as her finger traces the wrinkles in the bed sheets. “None of it will stick'' - she said to herself, certain Ubbe is fast asleep - “still I enjoy the sound. It is different, soft, not like the strange garbling that occurs between you and -”
Ubbe’s hand drifts to her thigh, a soothing touch that quiets her ramblings. The rough pads of his fingertips trace the length of her leg, similar to that which she does to the bed sheets. His hand finds the roundness of her ass cheek. He grabs her fleshy bottom with vigor, mumbling a slew of foreign words hot into her ear.
“You see,” she practically whines in frustration. “I do not understand.”
He ignores her complaint, his hand continuing to travel the length of her body. His fingers briefly tickle her sides until he finds the heavy weight of her breast. He holds the roundness in the palm of his hand as if weighing a sack of gold. His thumb brushes over her nipple, bringing it to attention. Her back arches mechanically at his whispering touch as if she suddenly has no control over her body. She is just wet sand that molds to his touch. His hips roll into her backside. His desire for her is evident as his erect cocks presses against her cotton shift.
The door opens slowly causing her breath to catch in her throat. The hinges creak loudly in protest. It can not be that late in the morning, she thinks as her heart pounds in her chest. Heavy feet cross the threshold, headed for the fireplace. Someone stirs the coals.
It is Eda by her footsteps. Jessa walks as though she floats on air. Eda stomps around as if trying to wake the dead. Winnie does not dare move as Eda approaches the bedside.
Hidden under the bed covers the weight of her breast rest heavy in Ubbe’s hand. His thumb idly brushes across the rounded nipple. It is an apathetic maneuver, as if he is trying to lull himself back to sleep with the repetitive nature. It takes everything in her not to wiggle away from his touch.
“My lady,” Eda whispers. Winnifred starts at the sound of Eda’s voice. It should not have frightened her so much but she is so caught up in Ubbe’s sensuous touch that she had become dull to her maid’s whereabouts. “It is time to wake.”
Moon-eyed, Winnie blinks up at Eda as her hushed tone passes above her head. “Your mother requests an early breakfast.”
Ubbe’s breathing is evened out next to her ear. He has fallen back asleep but his ministrations have not faltered. Eda’s bright brown eyes make no indication she is aware that Ubbe is softly torturing Winnifred under the bed sheets. Instead Eda shakes Winnifred’s foot lightly, a playful smile on her lips at the implied lazy nature of her mistress.
Winnifred freezes, not able to move for fear Eda will suspect, the moment Winnifred steps out of bed, that there is a sinful heat building between her legs.
She tries to swallow the heady matter stuck in the back of her throat.
Her chest heaves as she watches Eda lay out her linen bodice, silk shift and stockings, trying to muster the courage to leave the confines of the bed sheets. Hoping that her sinful desires are not blanched clear as day on her face.
Ubbe has fallen into a deeper sleep, his hand wrapping around her rib cage, not stirring as Eda muses quietly about what Winnifred should wear for the day; there is the velvet gown of deep green but the cloudless sky told tales of a hot blistering summer day. Velvet will have her sweating in her bodice by noon. Winnifred would need something breathable. There is the satin one with the embroidered neckline that Winnie loves.
Ubbe exhales lowly through his nose, his hand traveling over her hip and then tugging at her inner thigh. It is sticky and wet there. Winnie frowns and Eda quickly set aside the satin dress, digging deeper in the bureau for another option.
Never before has Winnifred experienced such a sensation and worries that she has started her courses earlier than anticipated. Shuffling the sheet around she tries to bring her hand between her legs to inspect closer. Ubbe has stretched her leg back, to rest on his own thigh. He is hot to the touch, the coarse hairs of his thigh are rough against her skin. She clenches her teeth to keep from moaning as his hand palms her folds, coating his fingers in her sticky juices.
To halt his hands from any further movements she clenches her fingers tightly around his wrist. Her back is to him but she can imagine the mocking smile tickling one corner of his mouth. That same smile he points at her when she speaks of the tithes she is collecting for the church from some of the wealthier courtiers, to help the poor. He would shake his head when she refused his suggestion to take the money straight to the poor. “The church has their best interests in mind. They knew the appropriate protocol for distributing the funds”, she would tell him and he would hide that smile in the corner of his mouth as he silently mocks her. He does not trust the church.
Ever so gently he pushes the heel of his palm upward, applying a slight pressure to her sensitive nub. The sensation causes Winnie’s hips to buck and a gasp of surprise to escape past her lips. Eda drops the dress she is holding as she stumbles to Winnie’s side.
“The green satin!” Winnifred exclaims, half startled by the sound that has just come out of her mouth. It is so feral, so unlike her. She scrambles out of Ubbe’s hold, pushing away his groping hands. Fumbling, she tries to untangle herself from the bed sheets but the fabric keeps twisting tighter between her legs until she is certain she will be trapped in its depths for eternity.
Shakily she holds out her hands in front of her, in an attempt to keep her maid at bay. Her eyes drift to Ubbe. Sleepy-eyed, one corner of his lip curls in a smile so vexing she wants to growl in frustration.
Winnie sighs heavily to steady herself. “I’ll wear the green satin dress today.”
“Yes, my lady,” Eda agrees with a bow of her head.
To Winnifred’s annoyance she keeps catching Ubbe’s gaze hot on her skin as he watches her change out of her rumpled chemise. His eyes shift across her body in lazy fascination before slowly closing with sleep where nothing, not even her pointed glare, can affect him.
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Warnings: implied sexytimes
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It started with a soft exhale.
Then a deep sigh.
And a whimper, followed by the thump as the axe hit the tree.
And a quick breath after another after another.
A groan that echoes in the forest.
Then a quiet moan, muffled by a hand.
A higher whine as sharp teeth bite into the hand.
And finally the loudest moan of all as streaks paint the hand wrapped around a royal cock. An illicit meeting only seen by the trees.
“The sounds you make. They are the siren’s song, and I am ensnared in its melody.”
A quiet confession whispered in an ear as the unlikely lovers pant and catch their breath. The silence of their secret heavy on the air.
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Lambert in the Middle
Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.
Another Lovely Puppy Pile
Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)
Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus
Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's.
Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.
Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child
It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.
TLK Underworld AU
Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts
Finan Eating You Out
He's good with his mouth, let's be real
How He Met Me - VI
August POV version of The Prophet [fic]
At the Desk - Napoleon Solo
Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.
Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric
Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.
On the table - Sihtric
Canon verse, he humps you on the table
Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson
Bath sex with Sy
Ever Curiouser - I
Hellboy Longfic, polyship.
Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty
Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth
Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader
A beastly smut
The Bebbanboys
Band AU headcanons
Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around
Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job
Sweetheart Prompt #3
Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise
Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best
Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick
Ulysses Klaue Smut
Does exactly what it says on the tin.
No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe
Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.
Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe
CW: Incest
Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.
Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU
Ubbe and Alfred shower together.
This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest
Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.
Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1
Santi knocking you up.
Alpha Geralt Going Feral
Nasty smut with no excuses
Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1
Sihtric knocking you up
Omega Sihtric Going Feral
Needy Omega Sihtric
Alpha Geralt Scenting You
Scenting sesh getting out of hand.
Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex
Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.
Scenting Omega Sihtric
Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.
My Fair Lady
Shameless Aldflaed smut
Expectations - Loki
Shameless Loki smut
Choking Sam Winchester
Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.
At Saltwick
What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.
Sex in Public - Sihtric
Canon verse.
Neteyam x Au'Nung
Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.
Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff]
More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons
Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle
Shameless smut
Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge
Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.
Breeding V1 - Jake Sully
Jake Sully knocking you up.
Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How
Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan
Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts
Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.
Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream
Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.
By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric
Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.
The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric
Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.
The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader
CW: RPF and RPS
Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas.
Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.
All Three of Them
Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut
Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth
Shameless smut with a lil twist
Threesome with Sihtric and Finan
Dirty smutty smut smut smut
Lhyrie finally learns something that’s perplexed her since before taking York. Ubbe trains Alfred and then more sword fighting between him and Lhyrie with some added spice.
Another long chapter and honestly the last half of this chapter is one of the key points that made me want to write the part 2 of the series.