#hvitserk smut

[literaryuppsala]

Hello ❤ got a request. Can you please write about reader that used to be married to rollo and one day he just fucks off without telling the reader. Years later he got informed that the reader had gotten pregnant and that it was his child. Rollo wants to go back to be with his "family" but to do that he has to go through a trail of sorts. He agrees to it without knowing what it is. The trail being, him chained to the bed and having to watch as the reader gets fucked by everybody of the ragnarson family. He is close enough where he can hear and see everything but he is not allowed to touch the reader. And at the end he found out that the reader has gotten remarried to ubbe/bjorn/maybe even ragnar??? And that his child doesn't even know him and he gets kicked out 🤤😌

You can choose to do either just the men of the family including ragnar cause I want to see rollo suffer or you can choose to have the mothers/ wives with them.if you want to, have the reader blind folded so she has to guess who it is ❤

Basically make rollos life hell 😂

What a ride... I guess I never wrote something like that, I am THRIVING, it's filthy, it's messy, has a lot of fluids, and dude it took me forever to finish, like always... Anyways, I hope you like it AND YOU WATCHED THE PROCESS SO BE NICE TO ME! Thank you for your ask babe, have fun you pervert.

Warnings: ALL OF THE WARNINGS POSSIBLE, it's complete filth, pure smut, but with a little plot, not a lot, just a little to give context.

Minors, stay the hell away from this one, I'm not joking.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen.

You were very young when you first met Ragnar and his brother Rollo. Your eyes crossed paths with them on one of their first meetings with your father, Horik. They were handsome, strong warriors, such a sight when you first saw them, caught your attention very quickly. The meetings ended up with an alliance, Horik and Ragnar decided to raid together in England, returning to Norway filled with treasures and a promise of land. 

A feast was prepared to celebrate, the treasures were shared between everyone but Rollo wanted something else, he wanted more. You didn’t mind at first when his eyes caught yours in the middle of the night, didn’t mind when he approached you and offered a cup of ale, you talked until everyone else was already passed out around you and you ended up in his bed that night. 

You really thought he loved you, he proposed to your father who gladly accepted and you married him just a few months later that night. He moved you to Kattegat, bought you a house and introduced you to his family until It became yours. But things changed, he changed. One day you heard about a woman he had in his life, someone he loved but died years before, and you thought that was the reason, that he couldn’t love you completely because part of his heart died with her and you learned to live like that. 

But Rollo was a different man, to be married to him wasn’t easy, he was demanding, ambitious, always thought he should be doing greater things, that he should be bigger. After years of marriage he became very distant and despite having his way with you every night, you were never able to conceive, you thought to yourself that something was wrong with you, that the gods made you that way and that was another reason for your husband to treat you like that. 

“I went to see the healer.” You told him one night. “She gave me a few herbs that can help.”  

“The gods cursed me.” He mumbled. “An empty woman who can not give me any child.” 

Ragnar was the one to always cheer you up, saying that you weren’t the problem, but his brother. He wouldn’t make a good father, he’d say, the gods won’t give him a child to raise. You never told Rollo about these conversations, he hated his brother and the fact that after Horik’s death, he became the king, something he thought belonged to himself. 

 “Your brother was looking for you.” You warned him as you put his plate in front of him at the table. 

“He came here?” He asked without looking at you. 

“Yes, he said It was important.” You continued. “I think it is about going back to Frankia.” You sat in front of him. “You should take me this time.” 

“No.” He answered simply. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s dangerous, and you have no business in Frankia.” 

“I’m a shieldmaiden Rollo, I wasn't made to sit back at home and take care of your children.” 

“What children? You haven’t given me any.”

They left to Frankia the next morning, Rollo left without saying a single word to you and something in your heart broke that day. Months later they came back, you were at the pier waiting, your baby bump showing and a big smile on your face, a few days after their departure you found out you were with child, and you couldn’t wait to tell Rollo about It. But as the ship docked, your smile died on your face. 

“Where is he?” You asked when Ragnar stood in front of you, his hand immediately touching your belly. He didn’t answer, but you knew, he stayed there. 

Later you learned Ragnar was betrayed by Rollo and defeated by Frankia’s army and the last news he had before leaving was about his marriage with a princess. Rollo had abandoned you without a second thought. 

Years later, you grew accustomed to a new life, your son was already five years old and growing stronger each day. Ragnar took care of you, accepting you in his house, he protected you and your child, who he named after one of his good friends, Leif, and he loved your boy, after his own boys grew into strong men, to have yours running around gave him life and so did you. 

You weren’t blind to Ragnar’s affection towards you, after Aslaug’s death he didn’t have anyone in his life except for you and despite being a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t interested on the men in Kattegat, but both of you never tried anything, maybe you felt wrong about that even though Rollo was gone for so long. However, he wasn’t the only one, Bjorn and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, and even Sigurd, all had soft spots for you, but you brushed it off and ignored it as something simple as a crush. 

One night, without a warning, a ship docked at the pier. People let Ragnar know about it, and he went there with both Bjorn and Ubbe, just to find a ship from Frankia, from where Rollo jumped. He frowned, confused by his brother’s presence, Rollo looked into his eyes and swallowed hard.

With a grunt Ragnar turned around, silently nodding for his sons to grab Rollo by his arms and drag him to the great hall. As soon as they got there, Ragnar took his place in his throne and Rollo was thrown on his knees, at his feet. You heard the noise from your bedroom in the back and walked towards It, standing in shock when you finally saw the man. Rollo seemed old, his once dark brown hair was filled with gray strands, so was his beard, he widened his eyes as soon as they met yours. 

“Mama!” You heard Leif’s voice and heard his footsteps running towards you, looking for you. He hugged your legs as soon as he found you. You grabbed him in your arms, Rollo’s eyes focused on the boy and a tiny smile showed up on his face, but that was quickly wiped by a punch, thrown by Bjorn. 

“Don’t look at him.” He grunted angrily. 

It didn’t take long for Ivar and Hvitserk to join you in the great hall, none of them seemed happy to see the man in front of them, neither were you. 

“What are you doing here?” Ragnar rasped.

“I want to come back…” He mumbled. 

“Seems funny… After all these years…” 

“I have every right to be here, to be with my family.”

“The family you abandoned…” 

“I’m here now.” 

“You say this like you’re some sort of treasure we should be proud to gain. Tell me, Rollo, what happened in Frankia to make you want to come back?” 

“I heard about my son, I want to know him.”

You hugged your son, like you could protect him from Rollo’s prying eyes.

“He’s not yours.” You growled. “He’s mine, only mine. Didn’t your princess give you any sons?” 

“Brother…” Rollo looked at Ragnar. 

“Don’t talk to him, talk to me, I’m the wife you abandoned!” You insisted but lowered his head again. “This is unbelievable…”

“I want to prove myself.” He answered. “To you…” He looked at Ragnar then moved to you. “And to you.” He sighed. “To the gods… I deserve that!”

It took a few minutes of silence between all of you, Rollo looking around searching for any sign of kindness, but you weren’t one to pity that man, not after everything he put you through. 

“Take Leif to the back.” Ragnar told you. “And come back here.” 

You didn’t understand at first, but nodded and took your son to your bedroom, asking one of the servants to stay there with him. 

“Don’t leave until I come back.” You told her under your breath, locking her inside. 

When you came back you found Rollo tied up to a chair in the middle of the great hall, Ragnar was standing in front of him while his sons waited behind him. He looked over his shoulders and offered his hand to you, you frowned but took it, walking until you were standing by his side. 

Ragnar grabbed you by your waist, startling you who quickly wrapped your arms around his neck for support when he took you in his arms, bride style, taking you to the nearest table, he sat you there, taking his place between your legs. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked under his breath, only for you to hear. 

“I do.” You whispered shyly and he smiled.

Ragnar took a cloth from his pocket and covered your eyes, your breath caught on your throat and you sighed heavily. You felt his hand feather touching your face before moving away from your body and you immediately felt the absence of his warmth. The next thing you felt was a pair of hands on your thighs and a warm breath against your cheeks, before you noticed, someone kissed you. 

The kiss was feverish, filled with a hunger you never experienced before, you’ve never been kissed like that. Teeth and tongue, saliva gathering on the corners of your mouth, a pair of hands meeting the base of your spine pulling you closer to the edge of the table, his thighs between yours keeping your legs open. He stopped the kiss to murmur against your lips.

“Waited so long to do this.”

You recognized Ragnar’s voice before he kissed you again, your mind spinning when your hands met his hips, unconsciously pulling him into you. His hands roamed down your shoulders taking down the sleeves of your dress. You felt a little self conscious and your body tensed, Ragnar distracted you by taking his kisses down your neck and collarbones, making you shiver. A “what’s this…” growled by Rollo sounded in the back of your mind and something twisted inside you, you felt excited.

Ragnar kept kissing down your chest, taking down your dress until your breasts were exposed, your breath hitched and your nipples hardened on the cold of the great hall. His mouth latched at your nipple, sucking on the little nub, your hands met the back of his head and you pressed his face against your chest, wanting more of that sensation. He did the same to the other nipple, using his hand to knead at the free breast.

Between your legs, Ragnar found the skirts of your dress, raising everything up your waist “Open your legs for me.” He asked against your lips and you obeyed, suddenly he moved away from you and stood by your side, your pussy now in full display for Rollo’s widened eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked with gritted teeth. 

“What do you think?” Ragnar asked back, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you whine. “I’m gonna fuck your wife.” 

With that being said, Ragnar kneeled in front of you, hands rubbing on your calves before putting them on his shoulders. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his beard scratching the soft skin as he peppered kisses all around until he shoved his face into your bare pussy, licking from your hole to your clit. Your back arched and you gasped, putting your arms behind your back, on the table, for some support, throwing your head back. 

Ragnar was something else while he was eating you out, with a little crowd watching, he wanted to  give them a show. With his face buried into your cunt, he was nosing onto your clit while teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue, then he worked through your folds, long and slow licks like he was savoring you, drinking from you. You suppressed a moan, still self conscious of the others presence surrounding you, earning yourself a low grunt that sent vibrations through your core and a harsh slap on your thighs.

Rollo’s eyes were glued to your body, he was growling under his breath, trying to get rid of the straps binding him to that chair. Ragnar moaned right into your pussy, he moved his tongue quickly and you started to grind your hips on his face, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your pussy, you could feel it rubbing against you painfully while he started sucking on your clit.

Your moans became louder, your hips moved on its own accord, your body was working on automatic, the knot on lower belly forming and tightening. Suddenly, two of his fingers were knuckles deep into your warmth, thrusting up inside you and you gasped: ‘Ragnar’ knowing damn well Rollo was listening to you. Ragnar could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, so he increased his pace, dragging more mewls from your mouth until the knot finally snapped and you groaned loudly. 

Ragnar stood up, turning on his side to stare at a nervous Rollo, his face glistening with your slick, he sucked his fingers clean off your juices and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving away from between your legs, he held your chin, your fucked out face on full display for his brother’s sight. 

“Open your legs.” He ordered again, and you obeyed, showing off your puffy cunt. “Did you miss this, brother? Did your princess have a better one?”  

Once again he was between your legs, shimming out of his slacks and pulling his cock out. His hands quickly held the back of your thighs and pulled you further to the edge of the table, his tip featherly touching your hole making you whine. 

“See, Rollo…” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it against your pussy and coating himself in your juices. “I don’t think you could ever have anything better.” He pushed himself in and both of you moaned in unison, fresh slick leaking out of you to coat his length. 

Ragnar threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt your warm walls engulfing him, sinking into you slowly until he’s fully sheathed. He pulled back completely just to slam inside you again, he did that slowly a few times, like he was savoring every inch of you, until he was thrusting up inside you and he didn’t hold back. Holding your hips with one of his hands, the other met the space between your breasts, pushing you back until you laid down on the table. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“Gods…” You moaned, holding onto the table like your life depended on it. 

With your eyes covered, you felt everything more intensely, Ragnar’s body on you, picking up the pace until he was pounding hard into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every thrust. You clenched down on him and he gasped, hand squeezing your hip hard while the other kneaded on your breasts that bounced with every movement of your body. 

When he felt your thighs starting to tremble, he brought his hand to your aching pussy and found your clit, making quick work of your bundle of nerves with the tip of his fingers. You moaned again, loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching you, the knot on your lower belly starting to form. 

“Let go for me.” He begged under his breath. 

With a particular hard thrust the knot snapped, triggering Ragnar’s own release as he pushed himself to a hilt, his body tensing as both of you panted heavily. He leaned forward for a moment spreading kisses all over your stomach before moving away from between your legs, putting his trousers back and holding one of your knees to keep you wide open, his cum dripping from your pussy, onto the table and on the floor. 

“That was...” Ragnar mumbled, three little slaps on your knee had you sitting up straight. 

“Can I-Can I go now?” You heard as Rollo begged.

“What? No…” You felt when Ragnar moved away and heard some shifting around you, the thrilling feeling of not knowing what to expect had your pussy throbbing with need in a way It never did before. “We’re only getting started.”

You gulped, scared about what he meant, but excited at the same time. Next thing you knew, the space between your legs was occupied again, a bulky, slightly familiar body stood there like it belonged there, you shifted on your place, not able to close your legs and feeling again self conscious of your own nudity. 

“Ragnar…” You mumbled under your breath, a pair of hands touched the sides of your face before you were kissed. 

Even though you felt familiarity within the act, that wasn’t Ragnar, that kiss was different, passionate, but still unsure, It felt like he was claiming a new territory. His beard scratched the soft skin on your face, his teeth nipped at your lower lip, you couldn’t help but open up to let him in, you held his face and kissed him back. 

“Can I do this?” He mumbled against your lips and you recognized Bjorn’s voice. You gasped, surprised. 

“Bjorn…” You whispered, your hands started to shake. 

“I’ll be gentle.” He assured you, one of his hands touching the side of your face. “I promise.” 

You felt your heart sinking to your stomach, like it was beating there, the blood in your veins ran fast and your body quivered, your mind was spinning, when his hands found the swell of your pussy you whined in his mouth, turning your head to the side giving him room to work on your neck. Bjorn sucked and nipped your skin like an artist painting his masterpiece, taking his sweet time while his fingers worked through your cum wet folds. 

He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that another man just fucked you minutes ago, by the feeling of it, he seemed turned on. Two of his fingers entered you when his mouth found your perky nipple and you moaned, arching your back offering him more of your chest. You were overstimulated from your previous orgasm and the sensations Bjorn was bringing to you, your peak wouldn’t take long so you clenched around his fingers and worked your hips in sync with his movements. With his thumb he started to nurse on your clit, rubbing the small bead in tight circles until you came on his fingers, a loud, long moan filling the great hall. 

Bjorn wasted no time after this, you felt him standing up and shimming out of his trousers, sinking into you in one swift motion. You gasped, not used to the way he stretched you out, and threw your head back, making room for him to kiss on your neck. He sheathed inside you, not pulling out immediately, just grinding against your hips first, his hip bone teasing your clit. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back, leaning back over your hands. He used both of his hands to grab your breasts then leaned forward to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the perky buds. It was messy. Wet with your own arousal and Ragnar’s cum, you could feel it dripping from your core. 

Slowly, Bjorn pulled out completely, just to thrust back in. He did this a few times, dragging soft mewls from your mouth. With his hand between your breasts he made you lay down on the table once more, picking up his pace. You held onto the table while he started to rut against you with full force, your body jolting back and forth. His mouth was skillful on your nipple, going from one to the other and still using his hands. 

“You feel so good…” He mumbled, one of his hands leaving your breasts and quickly finding your clit. 

You moaned loudly. With two of his fingers he pinched your clit, then dragged his finger around in tiny circles. The pressure on your belly started to build and you squeezed your eyes shut, even though you weren’t actually with them open to start with. Your mind could only focus on his movements, you clenched around his cock and he growled, speeding up his fingers and his thrusts. Bjorn was fucking the air out of your lungs as he fucked you like his life was on the line, his cock throbbed inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was filling the great hall and was so loud. 

“Enough.” 

Somewhere, on the back of your mind, you heard Rollo’s beg, but as your climax approached you could only think of this. Bjorn’s thrusts started to falter, he became sloppier as he chased his own release and you were right behind him, feeling the pressure on your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching down on him with a wanton moan. He came right after you, feeling you to the brim with his seed, grunting raspily. 

He wobbled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He leaned against the table trying to catch his own breath, eyes still on your fucked out body on the table. Unconsciously, your hands went to the cloth on your eyes, almost getting out of the way but a cold hand on yours stopped you. You whined impatiently but before you had the chance to complain, the same hand grabbed a handful of your hips, dragging you out of the table until you stood on the ground.

There was this silence, the only thing in your mind being the amount of pleasure going through your veins, you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to ease your body. Your hands traveled to the body in front of you, holding his shoulders while he kept his firm on your hips. 

You had no idea who he was, you felt his body against yours, the familiar scent you were used to feeling but couldn’t recognize him. His hips met yours and you felt his hard cock against your core, making you moan. Taking your face with both of his hands he kissed you. His kiss was calm, soft even, nothing like the sexual spiral you just got out of. His hands explored the sides of your body with care, like you would vanish from his sight at any moment. 

The mess between your legs made you painfully aware of what just happened, either way his fingers found their way to your core, his tips exploring your folds, he coated his fingers in the your slick, the mixed cum inside your pussy, then he pushed his middle one all the way in, til he was knuckle deep inside you. You sobbed and threw your head back when he started to kiss down your jaw so you could give him more space.

His kisses met your neck, he circled your clit and that made you jerk in response. Suddenly his fingers were inside your mouth and you whined at the taste on your tongue. You started sucking on his fingers, obscenely licking through it and he groaned when under his breath, you licked him clean.

He stretched you out with his fingers, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, your body arching, right thigh rising up his waist opening up a little more for him. He curled his fingers up finding your sweet spot and making you see stars behind your eyelids. You started to grind down on his fingers while the sound of your moans resonated around the great hall. He licked down your collarbones and your legs started to shake, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

You felt like your body was on fire, shaking violently until the knot snapped and your orgasm hit you like a punch. You  clenched hard on his fingers, body falling limp on the table, but before you had the chance to ride your own high, your body was pushed and turned around, your back hitting his chest, you could feel his hard cock on your behind, listening while he struggled with his trousers, pulling down his legs til the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock from its confines. He teased you with the tip between your ass cheeks and you teased back, grinding on his hips, silently begging for him to just slide in. 

He lined his cock to your wet folds, enticing another moan from you and then he pushed in, his tip stretching your walls. You gasped, fingers holding the table for support while you felt him sliding only a few more inches in. His hand rubbed up your back until he grabbed the nape of your neck, you grunted feeling him leaning your body forward, your breasts pressed against the head of the table while he started to thrust up into you. 

He was fully inside you when he used his free hand to pinch on your clit, making your body jolt, your walls fluttered around him, a choked whine slipped through your lips as he went deeper. He picked up his pace quickly, hands now on your shoulders tugging your body back to meet his thrusts, your body trembling when you felt the pleasure building up once again, extremely sensitive from everything that already happened to you. You both moaned loudly, he was lost on you just like you were on him, every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking every nerve ending inside your pussy. His hips slapped against yours, the table shaking with his movements. 

“Gods…” You cried out, feeling the pressure on your lower belly. 

He cursed under his breath, feeling your walls clenching hard around his length, his own climax coming through while you felt the first impact of your orgasm. Your entire body froze as he fucked you through the haze, coming inside you a few seconds later. 

“That’s your idea of punishment?” Rollo growled, his voice far away like It was in another room, your mind still dizzy with pleasure. “Are you punishing me or her?” 

“Her?” Ragnar scoffed. “I’m not punishing her, brother. Watch It… She likes it. She wanted It.” 

You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and your body was gently sat on the table again, the mess between your legs just growing by the minute, staining the soft skin of your thighs and leaving you slightly bothered. A kiss on your forehead had you trembling even more, so you raised your hand trying to hold his.

“Who…?” You couldn’t finish the phrase, but your hand was softly removed and you were left alone. 

“It’s done, I’m done!” Rollo tried one more time.

You heard Rollo’s begs one more time, his voice was shaky and you imagined his face. If you remembered correctly at this point he would be all red and sweaty and your tummy twisted with excitement, you shouldn’t like this as much as you were.  

“Well… We’re not.” Ragnar answered carefully. 

For a moment nothing happened, you sat there with your body trembling. The line between pleasure and pain was thin and your body had started to complain about It. Suddenly you felt someone taking the place between your legs one more time but despite being so tired, your mind seemed to have other plans, your skin prickled at the warmth engulfing you, another familiar scent wrapping your whole body. 

He didn’t waste any time, he kissed you… Kissed you like he craved you, feverishly. His lips moved in sync against yours while his hands roamed through your sweaty body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him with your legs feeling his hard cock against your abused cunt. You were too sensitive, your body was hot all over, and even though It was telling you It couldn’t take it any longer, your fucked out brain wanted more. 

You grinded against his hips and started to fumble with his trousers until you freed his cock from its confines. You grabbed at his length and he moaned in your mouth, waiting for you to align the head of his cock against the pulsing entrance of your pussy and you cried out at the new intrusion, feeling incredibly sore. 

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you started to grind against his hips again, urging him to fuck you. With both of his hands on your hips, he set an excruciatingly slow rhythm, distracting you with his mouth on your neck, he started to paint your skin in dark bruises. You cried again, threw your head back while letting your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself, like his body was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you from floating away. 

With one of his hands, he started to play with your clit, massaging the sensitive nub between his fingers, dragging more mewls from your lips, making you writhe against his strong grip. His cock was unrelenting, picking up his pace as he started to fuck you hard and deep, your sensitivity only amplifying the waves of pleasure that crossed your veins. Your pussy fluttered around his length and he knew you were close, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot and you moaned loudly. 

You felt his hand snaking up your chest until it found your neck and he pressed for a moment, your breath hitched, caught up in your throat and you clenched down on him. You got lightheaded and his thrusts became sloppier, you could feel he got lost in yourself very quickly and arousal twisted in your stomach, you felt flattered. 

He gave a chucked off groan and for a moment you imagined who it could be, which one of them was fucking you this time, the great hall was filled with his grunts and the wet squelch of your pussy. 

“Faster… Please…” You managed to mumble. 

Your pussy was clenching desperately around his cock and he was throbbing inside you, he was close too, you could feel it. He fucked you hard and faster until he sheated tightly into your pussy holding you in place as he came, triggering your own orgasm. You came so hard your mind went blank, your body spasmed and you went limp in his arms. He held you strongly so you wouldn’t fall, your head on his shoulders as you breathed heavily. He rubbed your back for a minute before he pulled out and after making you sure you were firm, sitting on the table, he left. 

“I-I… Ragnar…” You raised your hand blindly and seconds later you felt his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re doing great for me, my love.” He whispered, lips on your sweaty forehead. “Can you give me one more?”

“I don’t know…” You breathed.

“I know you can, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips. “Give me one more so we can take care of you.” 

We. You noticed the weird choice of word and felt him when he kissed your knuckles. We. What did he mean by that? Your thoughts were cloudy when his warmth surrounded you again, he picked you up in his arms and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, laying down your face on his shoulders, letting him carry you wherever. 

Ragnar sat you down on someone’s lap, when you felt a pair of shaky legs right under your body and nervous hands wrapping around your waist. He turned you around, made you put one of your knees on each side of that body and just like that he left. There was a nervous silence between you two, but you were close enough to feel his shaky breath against your cheeks. 

Suddenly, he used one of his hands to take off your blind fold, you blinked your tears away, trying to get used to the new brightness. You focused on the image in front of you and met Ivar’s widened eyes staring back at you. Ivar was nervous, but you could sense his arousal in the way that he watched you, intently following down your body, from your face to your collar bones and your chest, your soft belly and your exposed core, he gulped. 

You stayed like that for a moment, only looking at each other like you were trying to read each other’s minds, you almost forgot about the little crowd watching you two but as his eyes wandered over your shoulders you were reminded. 

“C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered and you nodded dumbfounded. His lips touched yours slightly, shaky and cold, you didn’t kiss him back at first, then he pulled back, looking at you with a frown and a little pout. “You don’t want to…”

“No!” You were quick to respond. “I want to. I really want to, Ivar.” You reassured him and his expression softened.

You cradled his face between your hands and kissed him, this time deeply, your tongue teasing his as you felt his hands pressing on waist, pressing your body down. When you pulled away, he was gone, glossy eyes staring back at you as he choked out a whimper, following your face with his eyes still closed, reaching for your lips. 

He sighed and opened his eyes, he frowned again, so impatient. You touched his lips with your thumb, fluffy and wet from your last kiss and he licked the tip, you shuddered. Being that close he seemed so young to you, kinda lost in his own feelings and sensations, so different from the Ivar you knew, he always seemed so sure of himself. 

Ivar opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but as you rolled your hips down his lap he gasped, that seemed to erase every trace of thought in his head, he just closed his eyes and whimpered, throwing his head back. You used the chance to latch onto his neck, groaning quietly against his skin. Gods, you were soaked. It was definitely not like you hadn’t been fucked into oblivion by four men already, you were ready to get lost one more time. You licked his skin, sucked and nipped, leaving behind tiny red marks, basking in the sounds he was making. 

“Can I?” You asked him and he nodded, that was the only permission you needed to come back to his neck, to start rolling your hips over again. 

The rumors about the young man not being able to satisfy a woman were the biggest lie, you thought to yourself. You could feel him getting hard under your body and the thought of having him inside you was driving you mad. 

“I’m so wet for you, Ivar.” You murmured against his ear, only for him to hear you and he whimpered again, thrusting up his hips a bit. 

“For me?” He whispered breathlessly and you nodded, tracing his lips with your thumb again before kissing him feverishly. 

“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and put it between your bodies, his fingers met with your core, rubbing the mess of fluids on your pussy. “Will you help me?” 

He nodded, dumbfounded. You used your hand between your bodies to grab his cock and started jerking slowly, his lips parted as he gasped for air. The fact that these small touches were bringing so much pleasure to him was even more exciting to you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks, your lips almost touch and his fingers trembled between your legs, nervously moving between your folds. 

Abruptly, you intensified your movements, he choked out a groan and closed his eyes, precum was leaking from his tip, making it easier for you to slide your hand up and down his cock, that pulsed and twitched in your hand. Quickly you moved it away, standing up a bit to line up his cock with your entrance, he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess, silently worshiping you, shaky hands wrapping around your waist as you sat down his length. 

“Gods… Please…” He groaned when he felt your warm walls engulfing him. 

You placed your hand on his shoulders as you fucked yourself over his cock, slowly moving your hips up and down. You brought his hand back down your body and started to use his fingers to massage your clit.

“Like this?” He asked in awe. 

“Yes…” You answered under your breath. 

Quickly you started to bounce on his cock, riding him like your life depended on it. The great hall was filled with Ivar’s small grunts and your breathy moans. You squeeze at his shoulders and threw your had back, he kept his fingers in your clit, drawing hard circles on your little nub just like you taught him and you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he was close and so were you. 

You moaned with every thrust, you hunched over and kissed him, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pushed you down on his cock. You felt his release and he moaned loudly against your mouth. Your own high coming down hard on you as you clenched on him, cumming for what felt like the thousandth time that night. 

You laid down on his shoulder for a moment, trying to ease your breathing as you came down from your orgasm. He hugged you tightly, thumb drawing small circles on your back and you could fall asleep right there, you closed your eyes and your consciousness almost abandoned you for a moment, that’s when you felt someone taking you up from Ivar’s lap and you whined, feeling empty and sore. 

“I’ll take care of you.” Ragnar mumbled in your ear. “Take him out, we don’t want him here.” 

You imagined he was referring to Rollo who was finally silent, or maybe you just stopped listening to your surroundings. In Ragnar's arms you did fall asleep, waking up again only when you felt a warm cloth between your legs, you quickly moved away from the touch but was stopped by a pair of hands on your legs. 

“I’m just cleaning you up.” Ragnar told you and you opened your eyes, finding him sitting by your side, you looked around and recognized his bedroom, the furs were soft against your skin and you were extremely tired. 

“Was I good?” You asked under your breath, reaching out for his hand, which he really took, taking it to his lips, spreading kisses all over it. 

“So good...” He said it against your skin and you smiled tiredly. 

After cleaning you up he snuggled by your side, covering your bodies with fur and putting your head on his chest, rubbing your hair as you slowly fell back to sleep. 

“Our best girl.” Was the last thing you heard before drifting into slumber. 

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#vikings fic #history vikings #ragnarssons #bjorn ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #bjorn smut #ivar smut #ubbe smut #hvitserk smut #vikings imagine #hvitserk imagine #ivar imagine #ubbe imagine #bjorn imagine #ubbe x reader #ivar x reader #hvitserk x reader #bjorn x reader #reverse harem #alternate universe

[disasterofastory]

The good guy (Hvitserk x Reader)

The good guy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: Reader is a few years older. And let's pretend that the age difference between Bjorn and his brothers is much smaller. Oral.

Summary: mordern!Hvitserk wants to show you he is the one you need.

The fake leather sticks to the back of your thighs as you push yourself next to the wall in the booth Bjorn chose for the night. A small grimace contorts your face at the uncomfortable feeling. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your skirt to pull on the fabric. Jeans may have been a better choice, but it doesn't matter now.

The pub is loud and smells like cheap beer and spicy snacks. The noises of the others mix with the game playing on the TV in the corner. Your eyes land on the screen for a second, and when the ball doesn't reach the goal, your attention turns back to the pair in front of you.

Bjorn and his girlfriend sit next to each other. The blonde man's arm is around the girl's shoulder. She is busy with her beer while her eyes scan the crowded place. Her makeup softly glints under the lights as she turns her head to the side. "Hvitserk and Ubbe will be there in a few," Bjorn says after a few seconds. His bright eyes are still on the screen of his phone. "Torvi too." "Won't it be awkward?" You ask him, glancing at Gunnhild. "It's fine," the man replies. "It was two years ago."

Their relationship didn't end well between them, and when you heard about the new love blossoming between Torvi and Ubbe, you couldn't imagine the family holidays at the Ragnarsson household.

"If you say so," you hum, holding your glass to your lips and frown when you notice Bjorn's smirking at you with mischief in his eyes. "What?" You ask him. Gunnhild grins too. "I heard something the other day," Bjorn muses. "And?" You ask. "A conversation between Ubbe and Hvitserk," Bjorn adds. "You know what?" You groan at his teasing. "I don't care. Don't tell me!" "Okay," he continues grinning. All of you know you won't keep long from questioning the burly man to spill the tea. There must be a good reason why Bjorn wants to tell you something about his two younger brothers. "Oh, come on!" You groan again. Your palm lands on the wooden table with a smack. "Tell me!" "Hvitserk likes you." Gunnhild is the one who has mercy on you. Excitement glints in her eyes as she waits for your reaction. "I mean... we are friends," you tell her, shrugging. You know all of Bjorn's brothers. Ubbe and Hvitserk are your friends, and Sigurd and Ivar don't hate your presence either. "You don't understand," Bjorn shakes his head. "He likes-likes you." You freeze, staring at them. "No," you reply, and your friends laugh. "Yes," Bjorn argues. "I heard them talking about you a few days ago. He is quite smitten with you." "And they are here," Gunnhild adds, keeping her eyes on the entrance of the pub.

You feel your stomach dropping while you watch the newcomers approaching your table. Half of your mind still tries to process Bjorn's words. Can it be true? You always thought about the brothers as Bjorn's younger siblings. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Hey, guys!" Hvitserk's cheerful voice breaks the line of your thoughts. Your eyes wander up at the young man who is already watching you. Heat creeps up on your face at his attention on you, and you force your gaze to move onto the couple next to him. And it doesn't get better. Ubbe and Torvi watch you with a strange glint in their eyes. Or maybe you are just imagining it. "I need a drink," you gasp. "Can I get you anything?" "I will go with you," Bjorn says, standing up to follow you to the bar. "Sit down, guys," he adds. "We will be back in a minute."

"You think too hard," Bjorn says, standing next to you while you wait for your orders. "I'm not," you murmur, looking down at the counter. "I'm fine." "What's wrong?" He asks, leaning closer. "I mean, I'm the most handsome brother, but Hvitserk is a good guy too." "How can you tell that?" You ask, frowning. Eyes still on the wooden surface. "He is your little brother." "And I know him," Bjorn reasons. "You always choose the wrong guys," he continues, and you grimace. He is right. "Hvitserk would be good." "He is younger than me." The man scoffs. "So? Look, Hvitserk is like a puppy. And I mean it in a good way. And the younger lads always try to prove themself harder..." "Yeah, I remember," you murmur. "You really proved yourself back then to a lot of women." "Yeah," he nods, not trying to deny his past. "But it was me. Hvitserk is different." A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and you can't help but feel pathetic. You are already deep in a relationship that doesn't even exist. Hvitserk said nothing about his feelings for you. Maybe it isn't even true. Maybe Bjorn heard it wrong, and you stress yourself for nothing.

You are so stupid.

When you get back to the table, Ubbe and Torvi are already sitting at the end of the table on two chairs while Hvitserk stands next to the booth to give you enough space to climb back to your seat. "Thanks," you murmur and trying not to jump when his hand lands on the small of your back as you walk past by him.

You are so deep in your panicked thoughts you don't even notice Hvitserk's eyes on you. And it's really surprising since it seems like the young man can't tear his attention away from you. The skirt highlights the curve of your hips and is short enough to give enough space for his wandering gaze on your bare thighs. His palm tingles with the need to put his hand on you. He is sure you are soft and warm and everything he wants.

Ubbe's snickering shakes him up from his staring. He doesn't even feel bad about it. He feels good and content when he looks at you. Hvitserk doesn't even know when and how his feelings turned about you. You were always the girl who came over to his older brother, and before he knew it, he wanted you to spend time with him too. And wanted much more too.

"And how's the game?" Ubbe asks, glancing up at the TV. None of you care about it. "They run," Gunnhild replies. "A lot." Hvitserk can't help but smile at your laugh. His fingers curl around his beer to keep himself from touching you.

The night goes amazingly. You laugh and drink a lot but can't seem to forget the closeness of Hvitserk next to you. He radiates warmth and happiness. The cologne he uses covers your senses. His thigh brushes against yours from time to time.

"Halfdan?" Bjorn's voice brings you back to reality. When you look at him, he is already watching you with a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah. Y/N could talk about him." "You know him?" Torvi asks, surprised. You shrug. "We dated for a little while." Hvitserk frowns at your words, but you don't notice it. His lips press into a thin line. "How was it?" You shrug again. "We didn't match." You went on a few dates with Halfdan, and while you enjoyed your time together, you found out soon enough that Halfdan was ready for a lot of things but not for a serious relationship. "Maybe you should date his brother," Ubbe suggests, laughing. "He was already married at least three times." "Yeah," you hum. "My dream is to be his fourth wife." "Isn't he old for you a bit?" Hvitserk asks, and your company needs all its strength not to laugh at the blonde man's jealous words. Heat rises up in your veins as you turn your head and look at him. A playful grin pulls on your lips. "Do you have something against older men?" Hvitserk doesn't care about older men or the brothers if they keep their distance from you. "Maybe we should go," Ubbe suddenly says, already standing up from his seat before his brother can say something to embarrass himself. "Ubbe is right," Bjorn nods. "It's late." You and Hvitserk need a few seconds to tear your gazes away from each other. "Hvitserk, maybe you should walk Y/N home," Torvi says, linking her arm over his boyfriend's. "It's dark outside." "Oh, no," you start. "You don't have to." "I do," he replies. "A walk would be nice." "I bet," Bjorn murmurs with a smirk. "I will call you tomorrow," he adds louder, watching you until you nod.

After saying goodbye to the others, you stay alone with Hvitserk. He walks by your side in silence for a few seconds. "So that's why you didn't come over for the few last weeks?" He asks after a while, keeping his gaze on the ground the whole time. His hands are in his coat pockets. "What do you mean?" You ask back. "Halfdan," he explains. "Oh," you hm. "No. I had a lot of things to do, and now that Bjorn moved out, I didn't really have the reason to go over." "Ivar misses you," he says, and you laugh. "I'm sure." "No, seriously," he clears his throat. "You can still hang out with us, right?" "I mean... yeah, I guess." You can feel your pulse in your throat as you wait for where this conversation will lead. "Or you could hang out just with me," he adds. "Ivar is boring anyway." You laugh again just to earn yourself more time to think about your next words. "I'm sure you have better things to do than spending your time with me," you tell him at the end. Your voice is quiet and unsure. You don't know what you should do. "Not really," he says. You can see his arm moving from the corner of your eyes. "I like being with you." Your heart jumps up to your throat next to your pulse when you feel his warm hand on you. His fingers are intertwined with yours. "Hvitserk," breathing out his name, you stop in front of the door of your flat. Your teeth sink into the flesh of your bottom lip as you look down at your hands. "You are really beautiful tonight." You laugh. That damn Ragnarsson charm. "Hvitserk..." He steps closer. His free hand lands under your jaw to push your head up until your eyes meet. His thumb pulls out your lip from between your teeth. "What are you doing?" You ask him. You have to force the words out because of your barely working lungs. "I like you, Y/N," he says. No embarrassment or uncertainty shows on his face. "Hvitserk..." You sigh, trying to say something, but your brain doesn't really want to work either. He smirks. "I like it when you say my name." "You can't... It's not... You are..." He patiently waits for you to finish at least one sentence. The young man really likes the way you fluster in his presence. His thumb still caresses the soft line of your bottom lip, and his other hand slips to your waist to pull you closer. Your front is pressed against his. He can't help but glance down at your cleavage. "Are your roommate home?" "My eyes are up, Hvitserk," you tell him, smirking. "I know," he grins. "They are pretty too." "Be serious," you tell him even though you can't swipe the smile off your face. "I am," he replies, looking up into your eyes. "I like you, Y/N, ever since you came over four years ago, crying because your ex broke your heart." "Really? You needed my broken heart to notice me?" You tease. "Of course not," he says. "You were always pretty in my eyes. But that was the moment I realized I would be much better for you." "Hvitserk..." "What? Don't you like me? Or because of Bjorn? I don't think he would have anything against us... I mean, did you see his love life?" "No," you reply, shaking your head. "He wouldn't mind, I'm sure." "Then what?" He asks, pressing you closer to himself. "My age? It's just a few years, Y/N. It's nothing." "Hvitserk, I know you," you reason. "You are almost as bad as Halfdan. And don't tell me it's not true. I saw the different girls you brought home almost every week." "But they weren't you," he says. "They weren't important. But you are." "Hvitserk, I really want someone for the long run..." you tell him honestly. "I want a good relationship that can grow into more in the future. I don't play games anymore." "And I can be that guy," he says. "Let me prove it, Y/N." His words fan over your lips. "Let me in." When you say nothing, he leans even closer and kisses you for the first time. His lips are soft and taste like cheap beer.

And something snaps inside of you.

Your arms curl around his neck as you let him deepen the kiss. The gentle nibbles become bites on your bottom lip until he coaxes your mouth open for free access to your tongue. His kiss is searing and takes your breath away at once. Your lungs burn when he breaks away.

His words vibrate on your swollen lips when he speaks. His forehead is against yours. "Open the door, Y/N." "Hm?" You hum, still dizzy. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His hand slips to your ass to grab a handful of your flesh. A grunt echoes in his chest at the feeling. "The door, Y/N. Open it." "Oh," you gasp. "Right."

He watches you fiddling with your keys with amusement. You are flustered and breathless. The taste of your lips still tingles on his own. His heated gaze rakes over your body from behind. The skirt hugs your bottom perfectly. His hand moves on its own accord to touch you again, but he decides against it at the last moment. No, he won't act like a dog in heat.

At least not in front of your neighbors.

Hvitserk barely slides inside your house before pushing the door close with his leg. His hands find your waist again, and when you turn to face him, he kisses you again. Your back falls against the wall, and your fingers curl into his blonde hair at the nape of his neck. His presence covers your every sense. Your nostrils are filled with his smell, your fingertips are warm on his skin, and your lips burn with his taste.

"Go to the couch," he hums against your lips before kissing you again. His tongue ghosts over the line of your bottom lip.

You need every strength in your body to do as he says.

"Sit down." "You are really commanding," you state, still following his words. "I want to taste you before you change your mind," he says. In contrast to his words, his smile is soft and almost innocent. "You... what?" You gasp, shocked. His smile turns into something much more wicked as he falls to his knees before you. Even the view is enough to make your thighs shake and your inside tremble. "Open those legs for me, Y/N," he grins. His long fingers fiddle with the straps of your high heels, moving up to your calves, and when he reaches the curve of your knees, he rises both of your legs after another to kiss them. "Hvitserk!" You gasp, slapping down on the couch under you as you grab the edge when he pulls your legs apart. "You don't have to." "Oh, Y/N," he hums. "But I want to so much." "Oh!"

The breath you keep inside your lungs burns you. The skirt runs up on your thighs as your legs open under Hvitserk's heavy gaze. His fingers dig into your thighs. He plays and gropes the flesh all the way to your bottom. Another gasp escapes your lips when the man grabs you again to tug you to the edge of your seat. The skirt you wear hides nothing anymore. "It's pretty," he grins, playing with the lace of your panties. "Interesting, I always imagined you as a black lingerie woman." "I have black ones, too," you breathe out quietly. He smirks. "Maybe next time." His thumb glides over your pussy through the thin fabric. He can feel your folds and the wetness that coats your most sensitive parts. Your thighs jerk when his touch reaches your clit. He teases the hard bud until your panties are soaked. "You are so wet already," he says with satisfaction dripping from his words. It really makes him happy. It means to him that he is not the only one who feels attraction. You are not here in front of him out of pity or worry that you would hurt his feelings and damage your friendship with his oldest brother. You really feel something. Something that can grow into more if he doesn't fucks it up. "Let me..." he hums, and without waiting for your answer, he pulls down your panties with a swift motion. Soon, the fabric lies on the ground, forgotten. The cold air on your pussy makes your whole body shiver with anticipation. "You have no idea how many times I imagined you just like this," he says, staring at your center intently. "Open and wet for me." His finger glides over your folds, smearing your wetness in the process. "Hvitserk," you breathe out his name, urging him to stop his teasing already. Your whole body is tense with waiting and burning desire. "I'm here," he smirks, leaning closer. His words fan over your aching pussy. Your thighs want to close on their own accord, but the blonde man's shoulders stop them. His fingers dig deeper into your flesh. He can't get enough of the softness of your skin. His cock is painfully hard in his jeans, but he forces himself to focus on something else. And it's not a difficult thing to do when you are in front of him with spread legs and soaked cunt. A sharp gasp escapes your lips when he closes the space between you. His tongue flattens on your pussy, taking a teasing lick of your wetness. Your juices spread across his tastebuds. His eye fall shut at the feeling.

Hvitserk devours you to his heart's content while you squirm and whine under him. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before sinking his finger into your pussy and sucking at you at the same time. Your back arches, and your mouth falls open into an airy moan. You can feel the throbbing of your heart between your legs. It jumps and speeds up at every swirl and push Hvitserk does with his tongue and fingers. He spreads his two fingers inside you, stretching your walls and finding every sweet spot that makes you cry for more. To cry for him. "Hivtserk," you moan. "I-I-" "Cum," he groans into your pussy. His eyes bore into yours. "Cum for me, Y/N. Let me drink from you." Your head falls back at the whirlwind that runs through your body. Your muscles are taut, almost painfully so. You can't even breathe as the climax washes over you with full force. Your fingers find their way into his curls. You tug on the blonde strands, and Hvitserk moans. He wants you to use him for your own pleasure. He wants you to find pleasure in him, not just in the bed but everywhere else too. After years of silently watching you and craving your body with equal need with your laugh and pretty smile, he is ready for everything. He is ready to accept everything you want to give him.

When you win back your consciousness, Hvitserk is still between your legs, resting his head on your thigh with a cheeky grin on his lips. His lips glint with your wetness. "Hey." Heat creeps up on your face. "Hi." "I will pick you up at seven tomorrow," he suddenly says, standing up from his kneeling position. A quick kiss on your lips reminds you of what happened a few minutes ago. "What?" You gasp. "Hvitserk... what?" You watch his receding form as he makes his way to the entrance door of your home. "I thought..." You point at your room with your thumb. The confusion is clear on your face. When he looks back from the door, he can't help but stop for a second. You are so goddamn beautiful. Your hair is a mess, your eyes still shine with the remains of your climax, and your lips are swollen and red from his kisses. He really needs his every self-control not to turn back and take you to your room for more. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Date first. Tomorrow. At seven." "But..." "It was just a taste, Y/N, because I couldn't help myself." And with that, he closes the door, leaving you alone with shaking legs and a dizzy mind.

Oh, gods!

#hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk smut #Hvitserk x you #modern hvitserk #vikings smut #vikings imagine #vikings x reader

[ubbesbabymama]

Finally.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk Ragnarsson.

↳ Summary. Hvitserk is kind of in love with his brother’s slave.

↳ Word count. 3.3K.

↳ Warnings. Violence (a random man tries to force stuff but failed, it is not detailed), death (none of the main characters), smut.

↳ Note. Let’s flip things around as they’re in the show with Ivar being obsessed with a slave that is close with his brothers. Also, this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s bad (i know it is).

He thinks he’s doing amazing at hiding his feelings, for he doesn’t want to give too much information on it so nobody takes it from him, but if there’s one thing everyone in Kattegat knows is how in love Prince Hvitserk is with you, Ivar’s personal slave.

From what he knows, you haven’t even had sex with his little brother and Ivar actually treats you well, which is already confusing for Hvitserk, and everybody. The first thing that caught his attention from you was the way you treat his brother and the way Ivar never seems to get angry at you, it’s almost as if you were Floki, the person that Ivar adores.

“You need a warm bath,” You murmur to Ivar when all the brothers are sitting in the great hall. You were doing your respective chores but always keeping an eye on your prince, and Hvitserk would always silently wish that he was the center of your attention instead.

“I don’t,” Ivar snarls rolling his eyes and all the slaves around gasp when you softly smack his shoulder.

“Yes you do, I haven’t finished cleaning all the tables and you have made more faces than ever,” You tell him, your tone not disrespectful but not trembling like every other slave that talks to Ivar. “It’s getting cold, your legs are hurting. I can see it.”

“It always surprises me how you never seem to get angry at her,” Ubbe says, smiling at you. “Knowing that you’re always angry.”

“Because she never treated me differently ever since she was brought here,” Ivar says, taking his crutches from you. “She takes care of me and my legs without making me feel like a fucking hindrance.”

As soon as you put one of Ivar’s arms around you Hvitserk jumps from his seat.

“I’ll help you,” He says to Ivar and the man in question just chuckle.

For months Hvitserk has settled with being close to you like that. He would offer to help Ivar to do his things knowing that you would be following not so far behind.

“Also, she is my pride,” Ivar tells Ubbe when you are almost at the door and Hvitserk looks at his feet. “Knowing that all my brothers want what's mine.”

Hvitserk doesn’t say anything and just keeps helping his brother.

It’s not Ivar that stops Hvitserk from seducing you, it’s you. You don’t talk to the others like you do with your prince, you don’t serve them unless there are not slaves around and you have to, you don’t even look interested in them and as much as he wants you, Ubbe has taught him that first, you need to want him in order to make you his.

“Give me a moment, my prince, I need to heat the water,” You murmur to Ivar who takes his arm from around you.

When you’re out of their sight Ivar looks at his brother with a teasing smile.

“When are you going to stop following my slave around, mhm?” He asks with a teasing tone and Hvitserk sighs. “Are you not tired of pretending that you want to help me just to be close to her?”

“When did you find out?” Hvitserk whispers and Ivar laughs.

“The day mother made her my personal slave,” He answers and his brother sucks a breath. “Everybody knows, just so you know.”

“W-what?” Hvitserk tries to distract himself by moving the tub for his brother while Ivar is sitting on a chair.

“What? You thought nobody knew? She is my slave, of course, I’m going to be aware of how other men look at her, especially if their eyes are full of lust.” He shrugs.

“Have you…?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with her,” Ivar answers the question that has been eating his brother alive and decides to help him a little more. “I decided I would never force myself on her, for she’s the only one that treats me like a human being, but if you want my advice, you will never have her if you don’t talk to her.”

“I thought she was yours.” Hvitserk says and Ivar nods.

“Oh, she is, but what kind of prince would I be if I don’t let my slave enjoy herself?” He hums and points a finger at his brother. “As long as you don’t stop her from coming to me.”

“I would never,” Hvitserk says with a big smile and a hand on his heart, happy that he has his brother’s kind of approval.

Ivar suddenly looks behind his brother and smiles and that’s all he needs to know that you’re back, so he turns around and helps you with the water, getting not more than a quick bow from you, he looks at Ivar who just smiles and shrug as if he wants to say ‘I already told you.’

“Why aren’t you married?” Ivar suddenly asks you and Hvitserks mentally thanks his brother for helping him.

“Are you joking?” You ask him while taking his clothes off and he dramatically gasps.

“Why would I be joking, Y/N?” Ivar says with a teasing smirk and you chuckle.

Y/N. Hvitserk adores that name and the way it rolls out of his tongue, he wishes nothing more than to moan it right onto your mouth while you ride him.

“Tell me my prince, who wants to marry a slave? And not any slave, but the slave of the scariest prince, uhm? If I had a chance it vanished the moment you said that my love interest has to ask for your permission” You say but the smile in your face shows that you’re not bitter about it. To you, it’s actually a blessing not having to worry about bad people around you since they’re scared of your prince. It’s not like marriage has been on your mind since you got sold around so much before finding this kind of stability in Kattegat.

Ivar was smiling proudly.

“Of course, I can’t hand you to a nobody, you are in charge of me,” He says and you nod, he hums. “But then, what about an earl? Or another prince? Someone who’s my equal would not be so scared to approach you.”

“Oh, that’s true, now tell me, what earl, prince, or king would even look my way? I’m a slave,” You laugh.

“Me,” Hvitserk says and Ivar’s smirk turns into a full smile. “I certainly have looked your way too many times.”

You stay there, with your hands in the water that were massaging Ivar’s legs freeze on the spot, looking at Hvitserk speechless. You look at Ivar for confirmation and he smiles.

“That’s correct.”

You stay silent again, and after some torturing minutes, you look between the brothers.

“You need me to satisfy—?”

“No,” Ivar interrupts you with a harsh tone, but you don’t seem scared. “You will not be a toy for my brothers.”

“I don’t understand then,” You say and look at Hvitserk, who smiles at you.

“I want you to be my woman, that is,” He says and you gasp, making Ivar chuckle. “I have talked to Ivar so I wouldn’t get killed for even wishing that.”

“And you said yes?!” You ask Ivar, he nods and you scream from happiness and jump on him to hug him, not caring that your dress was getting wet or that you just interrupted the prince’s bath.

In all the months that you were in Kattegat not once had Hvitserk seen you laughing like that, or even being affectionate towards someone, and on top of that he has never seen Ivar so comfortable around a woman that wasn’t their mother, and more so with him currently being naked and his legs being on display.

“But, why?” You ask, and they both look at you, understanding that you were asking both of them.

“If you marry an earl from another land then they would take you away from me, it’s in my best interests that you marry one of my brothers so you remain here, in Kattegat,” Ivar explains and you laugh sitting back and caressing his head. You look at Hvitserk who just gives you a smirk.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He explains and you giggle. “I like you, I want to make you my wife.”

“I don’t know you, my prince.” You say, your smile not flattering and he shrugs.

“Now you will.” He smiles, standing up and leaving you and your prince alone.

“You like him?” Ivar asks you when you two are alone, and you hum.

“He caught my attention a long time ago, I just didn’t entertain the thought,” You murmur and he looks at you with a small smile.

“Entertain it now.”

The next time you see Hvitserk is at the feast that queen Aslaug throws in honor of the great number of merchants and travelers that have come to Kattegat. This time, instead of just letting you ignore him, he stops you when you walk near him.

“Hello, Y/N.” He says. “Are you going to still ignore me?”

You smile at him apologetically and point at the room.

“I’m sorry, my prince, since there are so many people I have to help the others, not just prince Ivar, so I am busier than on others' feasts.” You explain to him and he hums.

“So that’s the reason why Ivar looks angry today after months,” He says and you laugh. “And by the way, you look amazing.”

You smile and give him a little show by turning around and showing him your dress, allowing him to look you up and down slowly, his stare lingering a little bit in your cleavage.

“Ivar gave me this dress as a gift and wished for me to wear it tonight so I did.” You say and he hums, his hand coming to your small back and leaning to talk right in your ear so no one could hear you.

“Don’t let no man but me take it off, yeah?” He whispers and you hum, moving till your lips are on his ear.

“Then make sure to not let me lose, my prince.”

And just like that, you move, going back to work as if you didn’t just give him the biggest boner he’s ever had.

And he did as you say, watching you like a hawk the whole night, not caring when you look in his direction and make movements with your hands to tell him to stop, he would just shrug and grab his cock over his pants for you to see and you would giggle and keep on your tasks.

“You shouldn’t drink more ale, otherwise the medicine I make for your legs is not going to have the effect,” You whisper in Ivar’s ear.

“If you bring me my medicine I’ll drink it now, but you have to promise me not to wake me up tomorrow so early to drink it.” He says with feigned anger, you nod.

“Deal.” You clap and turn around, walking to the kitchen.

You don’t have time to make it into the kitchen when you’re yanked and trapped between a stranger and the wall.

“W-who?!” You try to move.

Unknown to you, another man has been watching you too and was misunderstanding all your flirting with the prince, thinking you were just offering yourself to anybody instead.

“Come on, slave, satisfy me right now,” The man was trying to scrunch up your dress but you constantly elbowing him was making it difficult.

“Let me go! Let me go right now!” You scream, doing everything you can to not let his hand get under your dress.

Tired of your fidgeting the man throws you to the ground and that’s the moment Hvitserk grabs the man by the hair and pulls him back.

“What do you think you’re doing with my woman?” He grunts.

Ivar comes crawling as fast as he can and you crawl to him till you are close enough to let him wrap you in his arms, you’re trembling and Ivar has murder on his mind. Hvitserk looks worse than Ivar.

“W-what? No! It’s a slave, I was messing with a slave—,” The man tries to explain himself but is interrupted.

“MY slave.” “–MY woman,” The brothers say in unison and the color drains from the man’s face.

“No, no, no, my lords, i-i didn’t know, please forgive—,”

Even Ivar is impressed when he sees the tip of Hvitserk sword’s coming out of the man’s stomach, meaning his brother has just stabbed the man with no more questions to ask.

“Next time you better choose right.” Hvitserk grunts, pushing the man and watching the pool of blood coming from under him. He cleans his sword with the dead man’s clothes and only then looks at you.

He curses when he sees you with tears in your eyes and gripping Ivar’s clothes as if you’re afraid that he’s going to disappear. Hvitserk gets close and takes you in his arms, nodding to Ivar to let him know that he has you, and walks out of the great hall.

“I can walk,” You whisper.

“I know.” He murmurs.

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take you wherever he wants. He takes you to your home which is not so far from the great hall since Ivar wants you as close as he can get you. That’s the reason why you have your own house too, so he could come whenever he wants and not be seen as a monster by the other slaves.

“We are here,” He puts you down but you don’t move around, instead putting your hands on his chest and looking at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Thank you for protecting me, for killing for me,” You whisper, he put his hands on top of yours noticing that your trembling it’s almost gone.

“I would do that and more for you, are you hurt?” You shake your head without looking away and he sighs, leaning a little. “I said, don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” You ask and his hands slowly slide from your hands to your shoulders and then all the way down until they stop at the small of your back.

“Because I will have a hard time controlling myself,” He whispers, leaning a little more. “I told you to not let another man but me take that dress off, you thought I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“I was hoping for you to follow—,”

He crashes his lips with yours and you have to hold onto his arms to not fall from the force, but you kiss him back right away. He was devouring your mouth, working all that pent-up lust out of his body.

He bends a little to put his hand on the back of your knees and pull you up, forcing you to surround his waist with your legs, trapping him. He walks to the table there and place you on top, his lips going from your mouth to your neck.

He leans back and gives you a quick kiss before starting with your dress, undoing the front while you look at his face attentively.

“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper and he giggles but sucks a breath when he softly pulls down your dress, watching your upper half naked and ready for him.

“You’re the gorgeous one, my lady,” He whispers, and finishes taking the whole dress down your legs and then positions himself between them, looking down at your naked body with desire. “All this is mine?”

You shrug and he raises his eyebrows at your bratty attitude, loving it.

He returns to your neck and lick, bite, and mark every corner, letting a trail of kisses until he’s in front of your breast, he takes one in one hand and the other in his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting softly your nipple, making you let out a loud moan, he does the same to the other and you have to nail down his forearms to control your noises.

“Don’t have to hold back,” He mumbles, his voice sounding muffled. “Scream as much as you want.”

You tug at his clothes.

“I don’t want you in these.” You whine, and he stands up and starts taking everything off like it was on fire, just to then take you in his arms again and throw you on your bed.

He freezes when you hold yourself on your elbows and open your legs to him, giving him a clear view of all your glory. He falls on his knees and locks yours with his arms before diving right into your center, giving you a long lick without a warning.

“O-Ohh” You whine, your hand flying to his hair and gripping it.

He devours you like you’re what he needs to be kept alive, he doesn’t budge when you try to move his head when it’s getting too much, instead pinching your nipples as a punishment when you try to take your cunt away from him.

“I-I can’t,” You cry out, your legs shaking. “Hvitserk, p-please.”

He just hums with satisfaction and keeps going and it is when you look down that you find him already looking at you with adoration that you explode, coming right onto his mouth and crying his name so loud that you’re certain you were heard at least three houses away from where you are.

When he stands on his knees you’re trying to catch your breath, with a hand on your chest and another on your mouth.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” He whispers and you do it, he smiles. “You okay?”

“Nobody has ever done it so… vigorously,” You sob.

“You taste amazing,” He whispers as an explanation while getting on top of you and between your leg, he shrugs smugly. “Perhaps you haven’t been with a man that wants you as much as I do.”

You moan at his words and he takes his cock in his hand, coating it in your juices and his saliva, sighing at the feeling. When his tip is at your entrance he stops, just touching your clit with his tip.

“Please, I want you inside,” You beg and he ignores your pleas, you nail down his arm. “Hvitserk, please.”

“I’m going to ask you again, sweet Y/N,” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly. “All this is mine?”

“Y-Yes, it’s all yours, I am y-yours…. Oh, fuck,” You moan loudly when he thrust softly, going so slow that tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Good gods, he feels amazing inside of you. “S-so full.”

“You’re perfect, you feel perfect,” He moans in your ear making you tremble, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Yeah?” You say in a rushed voice, and he looks at you. “Please do, lose your mind and fuck me good, Hvitserk.”

Oh, what have you done?

He pulls out and flips you around on all four just to thrust again, hard, you scream and in response, he smacks your ass, you bring your hand back to try to slow him down but he just bends it at the elbow and traps it between your small back and his hand, showing you no mercy.

“Still mine?” He asks with a smug smile, oh how he adores the sounds you were making and how out of it you look.

“Yours, yours, just yours” You were chanting, bringing your other hand back to slow him down and getting it trapped too. You cry and sob and he moans.

“Give it to me, come on, give me what I want,” He grunts, he smacks your ass. “Give it to me.”

And in tune with his order, you scream, your vision going blank and your body shaking so much that he has to pin you down. He thrust three more times before shooting his seed inside you with a loud moan.

Instead of just pushing you around, as you are used, he pulls out and leans to let a path of wet kisses from your small back to your shoulder, he gives you one last kiss on the side of your head.

“Finally mine,” He whispers.

You smile and close your eyes.

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[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

I Still Hate You || Hvitserk

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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:

"I don't like you, I just find you hot"

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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.

"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."

Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.

You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.

He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.

You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.

Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.

He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.

He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.

He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.

You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.

A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.

He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.

He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.

Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.

He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.

He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.

"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.

His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.

You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.

Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.

He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.

A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.

The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.

"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."

"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.

But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"

He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.

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[knight-of-flowerss]

she-bear : chapter one

navigation | warnings : inspector calls reference, nameday instead of birthday | a/n : hiii so I know this isn't really good but I'm very ill and can't think straight but I wanted to atleast get one chapter done! | wattpad | tags : @thethreeeyed-raven , @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @thelirofnorthlands , @naaladareia , @not-that-syndrigast

Even when I was a child all I ever saw was war, death and sorrow but even through all the sadness, there was a sort of beauty.

My grandmother always told me that if I couldn't find a beauty in something depressing then there was no point in living in this dog eat dog world.

My father always hated that I thought like that. I don't blame him though, he was jealous. He was jealous he couldn't have that childlike optimism as he faced death and savagery almost every day as he is a well known Lord and General. I'm glad he isn't like me though, being so high ranked in an large army, you need a hard head, not to be blessed with the spotlight of pink and intimate lighting.

My mother was a stern woman, if you had done something wrong, disobeyed her rules, basically anything she didn't like, you would be punished. She would spank you in front of a cross with Jesus Christ on it as you begged for his forgiveness and if you didn't beg good enough, she would leave bloody marks.

But that was only the part where you misbehaved, my mother loves us but she can lose her temper quickly which is why I'm thankful for my youngest sister, Greta.

Because of Greta's young age she is very impressionable, she is the apple of my mothers eye, she calms her down and convinces her to at least ease on the force of her punishment.

My grandfather, Bernhard, is one of the bravest men I have ever met. He was like my father, a general, it runs in our blood to be leaders of great army's, to make our mark in history. The reason why he is the bravest men I have ever met is because when he was young, on his 46th name day, he and my grandmother found out that he was sick, really sick. They advised him not to battle, to let someone else to take over. But my grandfather is too prideful for that, he would rather die and meet our saviour and creator early than sit by, not serve his country and die as a weak frail man.

He was told he wouldn't last to see his 48th name day but that was thirty two years ago and he is still holding on yet his health is rapidly declining, I fear he might go soon.

My older siblings are Valda, Stefan and Elsa. Valda and Stefan are twins, always arguing but always sharing secrets. Even though Stefan is a man and Valda is a woman, most the time it's like they've switched roles. Stefan is the brains and Valda is the brawn.

Elsa is a woman grown, the oldest. Many whisper about her and call her crazy, yet she is not. Elsa and her late husband where head in heels in love, getting married at a young age, Elsa being only 20 and her sweetheart being 22, sadly three years later, only 7 months ago, he got killed in battle, defending his fallen brethren against the pagans.

My family isn't the most perfect but we get by. We carry on our bloodline and make centuries of our ancestors proud, 'Es lebe Haus Godfrey, es lebe unsere Krieger, es lebe Deutschland'. [long live house Godfrey, long live our warriors, long live Germany.]

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Greedy *SMUT*

Summary: Another day in the lap of luxury on Sugar Daddy! Hvitserk's dime!

Warnings: Smut, Public fingering, Praise, Talk of sex as a payback, Cumming in public

Word Count: 3.5k

Hvitserk's day starts with him waking up next to you his sugar baby. He takes a few minutes to himself to enjoy his morning coffee and admires the view. He then gets out of bed and gets ready for the day, heading downstairs to make breakfast for his sugar baby. Once you're awake, you sit down to eat and talk about your plans for the day. He takes a moment to check his emails and makes sure everything is in order for a smooth day ahead. You looked at him, sipping some coffee, a bit sleepy. He couldn't help but think you looked very attractive, despite only wearing your nightgown. You looked very happy as he prepared your breakfast. You both started to eat and looked at him with a smile on your face. Enjoying spending time with him.

"Hello, love," He said as he walked over to you from the kitchen, his chest puffed out in pride at the delicious breakfast he's made without any help. You can't help but smile as you look at him, savoring each delicious bit of bacon and eggs. You couldn't help but admire his muscular form as he walked past you, you leaned into his side and pressed your head on his shoulder. Sitting quietly for a little while as you both eat, enjoying each other's company. "Any plans on the agenda today mon cheri?". You leaned your head against his chest as you continued eating. You looked very comfortable and relaxed in his presence. You hummed happily at his soft voice, feeling more than content. "No, not really," you admitted, with a small smile on your lips. "Just want to spend the day with you." You knew he'd probably be busy today with work but made it clear you wanted his attention.

"Well, I would like that too. Just need to cancel some meetings." He said with a warm smile as he ran his hand through your hair. "What do you want to do today my love?" You were just too sweet, too good for him he thought. It made him feel like he just wanted to spoil you. He would give you anything you ask for, anything to keep you by his side. "Anything at all." You can feel his hand move through your silky hair, which was soft, silky, and smelled wonderfully sweet to his nose. You could sense he was eager to make you happy, which warmed your heart. “You are canceling meetings just to be with me?”, you tilted your head as you looked up at him. You were so smitten with him. And you can’t help but want to smile whenever you get to see this side of him. You knew he loved to please you, and you took advantage of that. "Take me somewhere. Surprise me," you said excitedly, your eyes filled with anticipation for your beloved. You wanted to see what he could get planned. "You can decide where we go." You added softly as you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with genuine affection.

He smiled when you say this. "Well of course I am! There's no meeting that can't be taken care of later," He said happily always making it clear you were far more important, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. You know you've got him wrapped around your finger, but you can't help but play with all the power you have over him. "I would cancel every meeting for the day if it meant I got to spend it with you," he smirked and looked down at you. You thought you were doing something clever, didn't you? He could see it in your eyes, the way you smirked as you took advantage of his love. And he loved it too. He would take you wherever you wanted, he would do whatever you wanted. He just wanted to always show you just how much he loved you, and the thought of spoiling you made you happy. "How about some shopping then we'll go out to eat." "That sounds wonderful," you reply enthusiastically as a smile lit up your face. "Shopping first? But what if I like something expensive, dear? Will you still buy it for me?". The truth was you loved the way he cherished you, and you wanted to see how far he was willing to go. You knew he'd do anything for you. You gave him a flirtatious look, raising an eyebrow. "How much money are you going to spoil me with, my love?" The words he said made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He smirked at your flirtatiousness as he leaned towards you. "There's nothing too expensive for you. You can get anything you want, you're my little baby. I'll drown you in money if it makes you happy." He ran his hand up your thigh as he said this, squeezing your leg playfully. But he couldn't help himself. He knew there was no limit to how much he would spend for you. You knew this too. "Of course, I will buy you whatever you wish, love," he said in a low voice as he took your hair and twirled it around his finger. "But how much is that going to cost me, hmm? Will you make it up to me?" The way he squeezed your leg, the feeling of his touch gave you goosebumps as you leaned back slightly, letting him play with your hair as you looked up to him with a wide smile. "That will depend on how much we spend," you replied cheekily, before batting your eyelashes and raising your eyebrows suggestively. "But I might not make it up to you straight away if you know what I mean?"

You were a smart one, he could see it now as you batted your eyelashes. You knew he couldn't say no to a pretty face like yours. And you were definitely going to take him for all he's worth. You have him by the balls and you know it. His heart races as he sits next to you, feeling like a helpless puppy. "Hmm…" He said with a smirk. "Maybe you'll just have to make that up to me but for now why don't you go get ready." You giggled and let your hands rest on his thighs as he played with your hair. "Hmm, you're right. I need to get ready first. But…," you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Don't go anywhere yet, okay? I'll be right back, my love." You grinned widely before getting up to get ready for your outing on your sugar daddy's dime. With a flirtatious glint in your eyes and a seductive pout on your lips. "And just so you know, I'm going to wear something very special for you." You replied in a teasing tone, leaving him wondering what sort of outfit you would wear when you returned. You then gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking away, swinging your hips with a mischievous smile on your lips.

He let out a low whistle as you walked away from him, that hip swing and seductive pout on your lips making him want to grab you and pull you into bed. He sat back in his chair and watched you walk away, his thoughts already beginning to imagine you wearing that very special outfit for him. You were going to drive him crazy with lust, he could see that now. He loved the thought of this. But first, he had to wait. He had to wait and see what you wore. It takes all his willpower not to get up and chase you into the bedroom as you walk away to get dressed. He loved how playful you were, the way you flirted and teased him was so addictive. He watched you sway your hips and he can't help but admire your beauty. He waited impatiently for you to get ready, wondering what kind of outfit you'd pick. You always looked so beautiful in everything you wear, but he can't imagine you getting dressed in something special for him. His anticipation only increases as the minutes tick by. "Almost ready?".

After what felt like the longest ten minutes, you finally come back out of the bedroom in a new outfit. You were wearing a low-cut dress that hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your body and the dress was a beautiful shade of red. You had paired the dress with heels and a small bag that you wore around your shoulder. You looked stunning like you always did when you tried to impress him. "Ready." He can't help but let out a low whistle when you walk back into the room, in awe at the outfit you've picked out. Your hips sway back and forth with each step you take, the dress hugging your body to perfection. "Wow… you look absolutely incredible," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body. The dress is both sensual and elegant at the same time, making you look like a goddess. The red color really brings out your eyes and goes perfectly with your hair. You're absolutely gorgeous and he can feel himself getting flustered just by looking at you.

"Wow, you look amazing," he said sincerely. He can't help but stare in disbelief as you enter the room, the red dress hugging every curve of your body. He knew he should pull himself together, but he can't help but be mesmerized by how beautiful you look. "You're like a goddess on Earth." You looked away shyly as he complimented you, the way he stared at you made you feel special and appreciated. "Oh, so, you like it?" You tilted your head, the smile playing on your lips as you walked towards him. You then sit on top of his lap again, leaning against his chest, feeling like you were on top of the world, because, for once, you knew that he was completely entranced by your beauty. "Are you ready for our day of shopping, baby?"

His heart flutters as you sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. The way you lean against him sends shivers down his spine, making him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He looked down at you lovingly, his hands rubbing your back. "Yes," he says softly. "Let's go shopping, my love." He smiled widely. He can't believe that he has a beautiful partner like you and that you're willing to spend a day shopping with him. Life is good. He stands up and takes your hand, leading you out of the penthouse to the car waiting outside. He opens the door for you and helps you inside. Once you're comfortably seated, he climbed into the driver's seat. "Where would you like to go first?" He asked curiously. "I think we should start by going to the jewelry store, don't you?" You asked him, still smiling as you sat comfortably in the passenger seat used to being his passenger princess. After all, you can buy anything you want when shopping with him. And the fact that he was so willing to spoil you just made you love him more. "Can we go there first and see what they have?"

You smiled and held his hand as you led him to a restaurant. You were looking forward to lunch as you knew he would foot the bill as well. You had spent quite a few thousands shopping with him and now lunch will be another expense to add to the list. However, it was all worth it. Being with him and spending time with him always made you immensely happy. As you both walked toward the restaurant, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in your life. He's happy to follow your lead and curious to see which restaurant you'll choose. He knew you'd been indulging yourself in shopping for jewelry and clothes, but having lunch on the town is another treat for you in addition to the shopping. He can't help but feel a little excited at the thought of treating you to even more luxuries today. His heart is filled with love for you as you walk together and he can't help but appreciate how grateful you are for the things he treats you too.

He's still reeling from the amount of money you've spent today but he can't bring himself to care. It's worth it to see that look of happiness on your face. He's happy that you're happy and looking forward to having lunch with you and spending more time together. Once arrived at the restaurant he held the door open for you. "After you, my darling." As you two sit down at the table for two, a waiter comes over immediately, giving you a friendly greeting and asking if you would like anything to drink. He took a moment to look over the menu, reading carefully each item, trying to decide on something that would please both his palette and appetite. After several minutes of careful consideration, he made his decision. "I will have the Lobster Bisque as an appetizer, followed by the Surf & Turf entree."

The waiter nods in understanding and appreciation of his choice, and he also informs him that it will be served shortly after he takes your order for drinks. "And for myself, a bottle of Dom Perignon 2004." He smiled at you warmly. "Thank you for choosing this lovely little spot for our lunch date today. It's so quiet and intimate here." Giving a soft nod of your head. "It is a lovely little spot, isn't it? And I think your choices are wonderful. I was going to get the lobster bisque as my appetizer as well. And for the main course, I'm going to have the Filet Mignon." As you both wait for the food to arrive, he leans back in his chair and continued talking to you, trying not to make it too obvious that he's checking everyone else in the restaurant to make sure they aren't bothering you two. "So, how have you been feeling overall, sweetheart? Any new desires or fantasies that have been popping up lately?" He asked, hoping to gauge your current mood and maybe even find out if there was anything specific you wanted to try during your private time together later. You start to shy away slightly as you hear his question about new desires or fantasies that have been coming to mind lately.

"You know, ever since we started seeing each other, my mind has been overflowing with new ideas and thoughts. I've been thinking a lot about trying some kinkier things…like being tied up during sex or even being used in a public setting." Your voice was hesitant at first but grew more confident as you spoke, knowing you could easily trust him. "What do you think about those ideas?" You asked curiously while looking at him with anticipation in your eyes. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation when you mentioned wanting to be tied up during sex and potentially being used in a public setting. "Wow, I must say I'm quite impressed by your willingness to explore these types of fantasies with me. They sound incredibly naughty and exciting." He replied with a smile, his voice dripping with admiration and desire as he started to imagine the two of you indulging in such risky play. "And as for being used in a public setting," he continued, "that sounds absolutely thrilling. Can you imagine having me fuck you right there in front of everyone while they watch and secretly crave to be in my position?"

You felt a surge of excitement run through your body upon hearing his praise and the idea of being taken in public made your heart race even faster. You looked at him with wide-eyed wonder, biting your lower lip gently between your teeth as you contemplated his teasing words. "Oh God…the thought of being used like that…Or….Maybe fingering me right now just to start slow?..it just sends shivers down my spine." You whispered breathlessly, unable to contain your arousal any longer. Your cheeks flushed deeper red as you imagined the scene unfolding before you. "But…are you really okay with doing something like that with me? I don't want to push you too far or make you uncomfortable." His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, eager to see you being taken advantage of in such a taboo and public manner. He knew deep down that it would be both thrilling and incredibly arousing for the both of you. "Of course, I'm completely fine with exploring these fantasies with you, sweetheart. In fact, I find the very idea of being so brazen and daring quite exhilarating." He reassured you, even though in reality he was just as excited as you were about the prospect of making the forbidden desires come true. "Why don't we start slow today?" He suggested, motioning towards your panties that were barely containing one of his favorite parts of your body.

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you heard the suggestion and you quickly nodded in agreement, understanding that he was going to make your fantasy become a reality right before your very eyes. "Yes. Please go ahead and start slowly. Right here in the restaurant where anyone could see us." You said softly, biting your lower lip again as you tried to contain your growing excitement. As you spoke, you pushed your chair back slightly and spread your legs apart slightly, giving him a better view of your wetness glistening through the white lace panties. You couldn't believe how turned on you felt being so brazen and daring with someone you respected and cared for deeply. "Go ahead, please. Make me yours right here." "Alright, darling," he whispered huskily into your ear, "let's show everyone just how much I own you." He teased, his fingers gently massaging your clit through the fabric of your panties.

"Now spread your legs wider for me, baby." Feeling the weight of expectation and desire in your words, he reached forward and carefully pulled your white lace panties to the side, revealing your wet pussy glistening underneath. He could see the patch of hair surrounding it and the delicate curves of your outer lips clearly visible. "Alright then," he said softly, "Time to make your fantasy come true." He didn't waste any further time and immediately began stroking his fingers along your folds, teasing and testing your sensitive cunny with gentle pressure. "Open your legs wider for me, love. I want to show everyone just how naughty we can be together pretty baby." Your breath caught in your throat as he exposed your most intimate areas to the world around you. You had never been so vulnerable before and yet you trusted him implicitly to handle the situation with care and consideration. "Please…" You moaned quietly, "I need you to touch me like this…to make me cum for you right here in the middle of the restaurant." You whispered as you spread your legs even wider, offering yourself fully to his expert ministrations. "Please don't stop until I cum for you."

Hearing your plea for him to keep going and make you cum in the middle of the restaurant only fueled his desire to dominate you completely. He watched as your legs opened wider, exposing your pussy even more to the prying eyes of nearby diners, and he knew that he was pushing boundaries and crossing lines that most people wouldn't dare to cross. "Don't worry, darling," he reassured you, "I won't stop until you're completely satisfied." He continued to stroke your wet folds with one hand while using the other to gently pinch and tease your clit, driving you closer and closer to orgasm. "Tell me when you're ready to cum for me like a good girl." Your hips began to grind slightly against his hand as you felt the pleasure building within you.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as he continued to pleasure you, driving you closer and closer to climax. The thought of cumming in front of everyone made you feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly turned on and excited. "I'm almost there…please don't stop." You whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you desperately sought release from the intense sensations coursing through your body. "I'm ready…I'm cumming." With those words, you arched your back and quickly bit down on your napkin letting out a muffled cry of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. As soon as he heard your declaration that you were about to cum, he increased his pace and intensity, determined to give you the most intense and public orgasm of your life. He watched with satisfaction as you bit down on the napkin and cried out in pleasure, your body convulsing with each wave of pleasure that washed over you. "That's it, baby," he encouraged you, "Let it all out for me." He continued to stimulate your clit and pussy relentlessly, driving you towards an uncontrollable climax that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind who owned this beautiful woman completely.

He licked his fingers clean with a mischievous glint in his eyes, tenderly cleaning and fixing you up before placing a kiss on your forehead. Raising his hand to get the waiter's attention as he spoke loud enough. "Check."

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[ritual-unions]

Misunderstandings

Pairings: Hvitserk x OFC

Setting: modern day

Warnings: NSFW, vulgar language, mentions of oral sex

Word count: 1,800+

Summary: Sigurd brings a new American friend to hang out with his brother. She speaks little-to-no Norwegian and Hvitserk takes advantage of her lack of mastery of the language in the form of a bet.

Notes: as far as I’m concerned Hvitserk could talk a fish into flying, it’s that damn cheeky smile.

Hvitserk does not typically engage with the women Sigurd brings around. His little brother tends to hang out with the meek, quiet girls, who blend in nicely to the walls. This new one is different. She is almost too cool for his little brother. Hvitserk knows this the moment she walks into their group. He isn’t sure if it is her flouncy skirt or platform heels she adorns or the way she makes eye contact with each person she’s introduced to, but she is not the typical prototype for Sigurd. 

The football stadium is loud, louder than usual as this is the qualifying match for the finals. Hvitserk’s hopes are high, the team’s striker is the best in a long time, since before he was born, and longer still, to his father’s youth. He figures it is just as well that Ragnar is not there, not that his father had been around since Hvitserk was 10 years old. 

Hvitserk is convinced that his missing father might be the bad luck charm that had brought such a dark cloud over the national team all those years earlier. 

Hvitserk chews on the toothpick he swiped on the way out of the pub earlier that day, switches the beer in his hand from one to another, shaking the new girl’s hand, introducing himself briefly before turning his attention back to the game. Ubbe reaches across Hvitserk’s back offering his own hand and name, throwing in a smile and a comment about how it was always nice to meet his younger brother’s girlfriends. 

“I don’t think she’d fuck him.” Hvitserk can hear Ivar’s not so subtle comment from the other side of Ubbe. 

“Oh I’m not his girlfriend,” Saga blushes, turning to smile shyly at Sigurd. 

“Saga plays the keys with the band on Tuesdays.” Sigurd all but yells over the roaring crowd. Hvitserk half leaps out of his seat at the “almost” goal against his team. His team, his brothers hardly care which direction the final score lands. Ubbe knows most of the players and the coaches names and watches matches with him on the television but that is as far as his involvement goes. Sigurd and Ivar are only there to kill time on a Saturday afternoon, hoping to witness a fist fight but win or lose they will go home satisfied. Not for Hvitserk, his heart bleeds the team’s colors. Their success is his success. He can still remember, 7 years of age, the time Ragnar had taken him and Ubbe to their first home match. The crowd had been wild, thrumming with excitement. The chanting alone had left his ears ringing for hours to come. Most of all, he remembers the way Rangar had looked at him, eyes lighting up in elation as he watched his sons cheer. Hvitserk had caught his gaze by accident but the smile that pulled across his father’s face was a look he had not since forgotten. 

Today is just as loud as his first game. Hvitserk easily ignores the conversation flowing behind his back between Saga and Ubbe. She giggles, smiling at his older brother’s cheeky remarks about the smell of stale beer and how Hvitserk is sitting so awkwardly on the edge of his seat. 

“I made a bet that they will lose 2-1.” Hvitserk can barely hear Ivar over the man a row behind them who was shouting at the referee, but Hvitserk shoots his youngest brother a side-eyed glare. Ivar doesn’t seem to feel his piercing stare as he looks down at his phone, instead consumed with the bright glow of the home screen of the betting app he uses so often. 

Sigurd laughs, pulling out his own phone. “Make the same bet for me, I’ll send you money now.” 

Ubbe’s hand claps on to Hvitserk’s shoulder shaking his frame, as if to say - ignore them, a gesture that causes Hvitserk to roll his eyes. He is old enough to know when to ignore his brothers. 

Hvitserk glances at Saga who is enjoying the sight of two shirtless men painted red, arms clasped over one another’s shoulders as they sing loudly and off tune. 

The game is paused for an injured player but the crowd doesn’t not stop vibrating with excitement. 

“Why are you here?” Hvitserk asks, reaching over Saga’s head for the aluminum can of beer Sigurd has bought for him. Saga laughs at his bluntness. “I mean what brought you to the country?” 

Because you are so clearly not from here, Hvitserk wants to say but sips his beer instead. 

Saga takes the bottle of water offered to her by Sigurd and cracks open the lid. “Oh, my parents always wanted to live in one of the Scandinavian countries and my father got a job here this year so I followed along.” She shrugs her shoulders as if this is a completely normal thing to do, uproot your entire adult life to follow your parents across a vast ocean. 

“But you are - ” Hvitserk hesitates, not wanting to make an assumption. 

“American, and can only speak English and say a few words in Norwegian. I’m trying to learn more.” She bluntly states.

“I thought your ‘hello’ was good,” Sigurd offers as encouragement. Hvitserk can hear Ivar snickering into his drink. 

“We can teach you more.” Ubbe smiles at her before taking a sip of his beer. 

Hvitserk can not hear her reply as the game starts back up again and does not hear her voice again until half time. 

“I think they have a chance,” Saga says quietly as Sigurd and Ivar bicker over where they would go after the game and Ubbe has left for a piss. 

Hvitserk sits back in his seat, eyeing Saga as she casually crosses her legs, knit stockings slipping, showing off the warm skin beneath her skirt. 

“Haaland is their best chance,” Saga says, nodding at the striker warming up on the field. “But I don’t think they’ll win tonight.” 

“Why?” Hvitserk tries to not let the annoyance seep through his voice. 

“Intuition,” Saga shrugs her shoulders. “Call it a gut feeling.” 

The bitter laughter that rumbles out of Hvitserk’s belly is unwanted but he cannot help find his situation funny. Here he is, surrounded by doubters and naysayers. He is the team’s only hope. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk set his drink on the ground between his feet, rubbing his chilled fingers on his pants legs. “A bet then, my team is going to win.” 

“Okay, you’re on.” Saga reaches out her hand but before Hvitserk can clasp her hand in his own, she says, “what does the winner receive?” 

The teams are taking their positions on the field and the crowd roars with enthusiasm. Hvitserk shrugs, eyeing each player as they make their way across the grass. Saga smiles, leaning closer to his ear so he can hear. “I don’t know you well enough to know what I want from you.” 

Hvitserk laughs, that is a cop-out answer. He knows exactly what he wants if he wins. “You can have whatever.” 

“I’ll know what I want when I win.” Saga’s smile is a little too cheeky for someone he has only just met. 

“Fine.” Hvitserk waves his hand in dismissal, his team will win so he is not worried about the repercussions. He mutters briefly in Norwegian - “You can suck my dick.” 

Saga’s eyes are wide and searching for a moment. Hvitserk tugs at the lob of his ear worried that he has offended her, that she might actually understand more of his native tongue than she has let on. 

“Just want to help you learn,” he mumbles around the lip of his beer. There is a rush of emotions that pass over Saga’s face. A frown deepens between her brows, she tugs at the necklace sparkling at her collarbone, then she smiles nodding her head. 

“Yes,” she replies smiling mischievously as she eyes the game unfolding before her then back at Hvitserk. “Whatever you say, Hvitserk, but I am going to win.”

****

He has won, his team has won with no thanks given to his brothers or the new girl’s skepticism. 

He did not really mean what he said when he told Saga she had to give him a blow job if his team won but looking at her now, smiling lips wrapping around the narrow end of neck of the beer bottle in her hand, her wool stockings stopping right below the edge of her skirt, the pale skin of her thighs briefly peaking out with each swish of her hips, he can’t help but imagine what she might look like kneeled before him.  

The group have somehow made it back to the flat Sigurd calls home. His little brother has turned up the music obnoxiously loud for seemingly no reason. It is only the five of them in the living room, and Ivar looks annoyed enough to leave without saying goodbye to anyone. 

From across the room, Hvitserk cannot hear the words coming out of Saga’s mouth but he can tell by the reaction on Sigurd’s face that what she is saying to him is not good. 

Hvitserk’s arm wraps around Saga’s frame, pulling her away from Sigurd’s exclamations of anger before she can find out the exact meaning behind Hvitserk’s previous terms to their bet. 

She is saying something to him but he cannot hear her over the music or Sigurd’s shouting. Hvitserk waves his little brother away, pulling Saga to the corner until he can see her lips moving properly. 

He frowns, looking down at her. What is she saying? She repeats the phrase a little slower this time. The syllables thick on her tongue as though she’s had a Novocain shot in her mouth and can no longer speak correctly. He laughs, suddenly understanding, she is trying to speak Norwegian to him, though she is failing miserably. Whatever it is that she is trying to say, makes no sense to him.

He shakes his head, hiding his smile around the lip of his beer bottle, but she knows he is mocking her.

“Fine,” Saga says in English, nodding her head towards the hallway. “A bet is a bet.” 

Hvitserk laughter is throaty and he looks up at the ceiling as if in disbelief. He supposed Sigurd did get the chance to tell her his meaning. That he wanted her to suck his dick if his team won. His cock twitches slightly at the thought. He hopes she is not just messing around with him. 

He finds her gaze once again, staring at him so intently, a serious look on her face. He opens his mouth to reply but her fingers threads through his and he finds himself walking down the hallway with a girl he has only just met. 

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

I'm changing things up please could I request Hvitserk Ragnarsson with C for Cuddles? ♡

Vikings Masterlist

Request info

Hvitserk Ragnarsson SFW Alphabet Masterlist

Cuddles

Contains: Fluff

234 Words

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Would they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?

"Hello my love." It was late or early morning, all you knew was that it dark and cold, "why are you home." Hvitserk nuzzled into your neck, "I couldn't stay away any longer, the bed at the cabin is too lonely without you." You chuckled softly, "can't you cuddle with Ubbe?" He huffed, "no, Ubbe doesn't smell nice like you." He settled into bed and wrapped his arms around your body, "yep, totally worth the trip in the cold."

"You need help." Hvitserk laughed, "no, I need to you to stay exactly where you are so I can get some sleep." You huffed, "what about me? You're crushing me." He kissed the back of your neck, "tough shit pretty girl."

****

You could hear people talking outside your room but it didn't matter, Hvitserk's arms were so warm and firm it was like nothing else existed. "Do we have anything planned for tomorrow?" He grumbled, "no my love, we don't. We can spend all day inside doing nothing." You giggled, "you mean we can spend all day inside eating?" He squeezed you tighter, "maybe, as long as I can hold you while I do it."

You shook your head, "I'm not sure how that's possible, maybe you can sit behind me." Hvitserk smiled, "great, I like to sound of that." You pressed a kiss to his forearm, "I am the luckiest woman in the world."

Fin

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[hoteldreamss]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Мне слишком нравится идея того, что авторы могут рассказать о том, какие работы они у себя любят. И мне предложили поучаствовать в этом, за что я очень благодарна этому чудесному автору.♥️

*не могу обещать передачу эстафеты другим авторам, но я постараюсь

1. an infectious eternity - она не закончена, но это то, что мне нравится писать, и я просто надеюсь, что не загублю это. Идея того, что женщина в гетеросексуальной паре становится вампиром первая (единственной) просто недооценена всем миром. Я убеждена, что женщины могут быть такими же опасными и хищными, как часто показывают мужчин при первом обращении. И признаться, я бы написала такую же работу с Иваром и героиней вампиром, хотя... может быть, если у меня дойдут руки.

2. Don't say you're over me - небольшая работа с многообещающим прошлым между Иваром и героиней, но по итогу появлением союза между Хвитсерком и читателем. Мне нравится краткость работы и всё же обширность истории. Во всяком случае, она кажется мне не просто зарисовкой.

3. Imagine 4 || hvitserk - Хвитсерк мне кажется не совсем простым персонажем из-за своей молчаливости. И я вижу это как часть его не только нерешительности, смущения или мысли что никто его не будет слушать (каждому свои варианты, я ничего не утверждаю), но и как часть того, что порой он может просто знать что-то и не озвучивать это из-за более эгоистичных причин. Во всяком случае, это то, что видеться мне. Я бы хотела затронуть эту тему ещё где-нибудь.

4. Imagine 5 || hvitserk - мне нравится омегаверс и я бы писала его больше, будь он более востребованным. Но ещё больше мне нравится заботливый Хвитсерк, и я сильно сомневаюсь, что он был бы Альфой на самом деле, но мне всё равно нравится идея об альфе!Хвитсерке.

5. penitent part 1 ; part 2 . - то, что должно было стать более масштабным, трагичным и печальным, но со счастливым концом. Однако из-за небольшого количества лайков превратилось в две части. В любом случае мне нравится сама идея и эта небольшая история.

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[mushies-stories]

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Ubbe X F!Reader 18+ SMUT

Summary: you are the youngest of 2 sisters and 2 brothers and are betrothed to Ubbe, but he seems to have little doubts about what's best for you. you show him just how much those worries don't matter and how much you need him.

Warnings: smut, sex, piv, fingering, pet names, creampie, No use of Y/N

Authors note: i fucking love Ubbe, he's soft and gentle and i love him so much. like this is probably hella OC but romantic sweet Ubbe is my all-time favorite.

Word count: 3776

Ubbe entered your chambers with snow still clinging to the fur that covered most of his body. You watched him from your warm place in bed with a small smile. “Ubbe, your trailing snow everywhere.” you note, watching globs of melting snow fall with a plot to the wooden floor. 

With a glance and sullen smile Ubbe nods and shrugs the furs from his shoulders and lets them fall to the floor by the door. “Sorry princess.” He mumbles softly and steps to stand before the fireplace, back facing you. 

He looked tired, a little irritated maybe and it made your brows furrow at his behavior. So far, he had been the sweet and happy one, the nice brother and that was why you had agreed a few weeks ago to marry him. You were both graciously given a few weeks to make it official and have the wedding, but time was almost up. You had decided he was the perfect choice practically instantly and thought he felt the same.

Slowly you pull the duvet back and shiver as you slip off the bed in your nightgown and pad over to Ubbe. He doesn’t turn from the warm fire even when he hears you, his head hangs just a little and his eyes are focused low. When you stepped in front of him your eyes easily locked with his as you tilted your own head a little to look up at him. You gave him a small smile and he returned it but with a more dejected expression.

 “What is wrong, Ubbe?” you ask with a soft voice, brows knitted together in concern. 

His eyes softened a little, your concern for him warming his heart. “I'm sorry to worry you.” he says and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek, smiling a little more when you lean into his touch. “You are perfect, sweet and beautiful.” His compliments make your heart swell, his affection had such a deep effect on you and you loved that, you never thought an arranged marriage would bring feelings like these. “But I worry, my love… My family, my world is rough and you are so kind and innocent.” he says, not wanting to speak the thoughts running through his head, the troubles behind his pale eyes. 

You rest a hand on the one holding your cheek and nuzzle into it even more, you smile sweetly up at him and take a step closer so your body is nearly pressed against his own. “Ubbe, I love you.” you state simply, pure affection in your tone. “With you I will be okay, I am not afraid to be with you or your people.” you turn into his hand and leave a tender kiss to his palm before pulling back and taking his hand from your face into your hand. Holding his hand you intertwine your fingers and admire how they fit together, how he held you own, strong and safe. “I want to be with you Ubbe, don't you want to be with me as well?” you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes.

Ubbe’s heart raced as he looked down at you, so sweet and ready to give him your love. His smile grows and his hands come down to hold gentle to your waist, pulling you a little closer so your bodies are flushed together now.. “Yes Y/N, I want to be with you.” he says with a short nod. “I love you. From the moment I met you I have loved you.” he confesses, eyes gentle and bright when he looks down at you.

You chuckle softly and smile as you bring your hands up to cup his face. “Well then, nothing to worry about. I want you Ubbe, I want to be with you. I have never felt this way about another person before so please don't push me away. We can handle any problem that comes along when it does okay?” you offer and he nods, agreeing with a love sick smile. 

You knew how to help calm him of his troubles already so easily. He knew you would be good for him. He wanted just as much to be with you, you were perfect in his eyes. The short amount of time you’ve had to talk and get to know one another created an instant bond he knew he wanted to protect.  

“Good. Now, how about we wed the day after tomorrow?.” you ask hopefully. 

“Day after tomorrow.” Ubbe agrees, his smile remaining just as bright as your own. He pulled your hips a little to get you closer and leaned down a little, just enough for your lips to meet. 

The kiss was slow, soft and sweet to begin with, his hands keeping a gentle hold of your hips as he licked across your bottom hip. Losing yourself fast in his embrace you slide your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his and parting your lips to grant him the access he was asking for. He slides his tongue past your soft lips and takes dominance over the kiss and explores your mouth and tongue with his own, wanting to memories your taste and kiss. His hands began to wander and reach around your body. One hand came to rest on your lower back while the other slipped lower, rubbing softly before gently cupping as much of your ass that his hand could fit. 

You gasped and moaned softly into the kiss, your body attempting to press even the tiniest bit closer to Ubbes invitingly warm embrace. You had been taking it slow and waiting until you were married, you were a princess after all. Ubbe was making you want more, making your body crave to be touched by him. He released your now pretty puffy lips with a soft breathy as he looked into your glossy eyes. Your chest is rising and falling faster now and a blush is deepening over your cheeks. “Princess, if you keep looking at me like this I don't know if I can hold myself back until our wedding night.” He chuckled again, and squeezed your ass one more time and pushed your lower back into him. 

You gasp and arch your ass into his touch. You looked up at him with big eyes and bit your bottom lip. You pull away and Ubbe reluctantly lets you slip from his arms as you take a step back. Your body was acting before your brain could think, the desire to be closer to him and have more of him was growing. You wanted to show him just how much you truly wanted to be with him, wedding customs be damned. You pull on the fabric of your dress slowly, the fire behind you casting a shadow over most of your form as you pull the white nightgown over your naked body and let it fall to the ground. Your heart was racing and you could feel how hot your face and body were becoming from being so open and bare in front of him. 

Ubbes eyes widen as he takes in the sight, he takes a sharp inhale when you look up at him with the sweetest doe eyes. “Are you sure, my love? We can wait, I do not mind.” Ubbe reassured you gently, taking a step closer and raising a hand to cradle your cheek as he looked into your eyes. 

You smile softly up at him and nuzzle your cheek into his palm. “Yes Ubbe, I want you.” you confess, voice hushed and sweet.

Ubbes hand retracted only for him to bend down and reach under your thighs with both hands to lift you up. Your legs instinctively wrap tightly around his waist while your arms fly to his shoulders. He held you a moment before the fire, admiring your features and memorizing all the little details he could see before he slowly turned and started walking you to the bed and laying you down. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said before crawling into the bed with you and placing your head onto the pillows. He hovered over you, hips resting softly between your legs, bare pussy pressed against the fabric covering his now hardening cock. “If it hurts too much, tell me, I'll make it feel better.” he says, eyes staring at you with such tender care. 

You nod softly and pull him down a little to give his lips soft peck. “I will.” you confirm. “Just… Please Ubbe, I want to feel you.” you say almost desperately. You push your hips up a little, your pussy already starting to drip from feeling him pressed against you, teasing your clit with every little movement. 

One arm came to rest next to your head while the other traveled down until his calloused fingers were teasing your slick folds open and rubbing at your clit. “You will, you’ll feel all of me, my love i promise.” he says sweetly as he looks down at you, watching your face as he slides his middle finger to your tight hole and teased you, threatening to slide the long digit in only to move away and focus on your clit again. 

“Ubbe, you're just teasing me.” you pout, voice a little whiny and breathless. 

Ubbe looks at you with a little sympathy in his eyes. “You're right, we have time for that later. I just want to make sure you're ready for me, that's all love.” he slowly pushed his middle finger in and let you get used to the foreign feeling before sliding out a little then back in, starting a slow rhythm. 

you gasped and arched your back into the new feeling. Your fingers gripped tighter to the pillows when he slid another finger in. you hissed a little at the stretch and Ubbe smoothed your hair back while he pumped and curled his fingers against your squishy walls. He leaned down and nipped at your neck before placing soft kisses along your jaw. “feels good.” your voice came out weak and breathless, the tight uncomfortable feeling turning over into pleasure fast. 

Ubbe smiled against the soft skin below your ear before planting a kiss and sucking on the spot. He pressed the palm of his hand against your neglected clit. The action ripped a loud mewl from you, your legs shaking softly at his sides as your eyes flutter shut. Ubbe felt his heart clench at your sounds and the way your body reacted to him, so needy and ready. 

You felt something in your stomach tighten more and more with each deep thrust of his fingers; his lips and teeth that grazed and sucked your delicate skin sent shocks to the same spot. “Ubbe, feels weird.” you whimpered, his fingers never letting up and the added attention to your now puffy clit made your moans and whimpering increase. 

“Weird, or good my love?” Ubbe nipped your neck before traveling lower to your nipples. He sucked one in and rolled the bud between his teeth, gentle and soft but enough to have your hips bucking your pussy into the palm of his hand. He knew you were close, he wanted to hear you fall apart for him, wanted to watch you cum on his thick fingers. With one last nip to your other nipple he leaned back up enough to catch your eyes fluttering open to look at him. Eyes glossed over and half lidded, lips parted slightly as you gasp and moan freely, in a daze and hardly able to even focus as the pleasure builds. Ubbe smirks softly, adoring his beautiful bride in bliss thanks to him. “Sweet girl, does it feel good?” he asks, voice low and husky.

You nod your head softly. “Good, rea-ly really good!” managed to squeak out before your pussy clamped down around his fingers and a loud needy moan escaped your lungs. Ubbe was quick to slam his lips against your own and eat every sweet moan and whimper you made while his fingers helped you through your intense orgasim. 

You shivered when Ubbe pulled his fingers from your sopping heat. He gave you another kiss on your forehead and looked over your face. Cheeks all red and out of breath while you look up at him with a small, shy smile. “You did so good my love, cumming so well for me.” he praised, kissing the tip of your nose. “So pretty, my sweet girl with the sweetest noises.” he can't help his words, wanting nothing but to love you for all eternity. 

His praise and the way his vivid blue eyes looked at you was making you need him even more. “We're not done yet… right?” you asked, voice quit timid but eyes hopeful. 

Ubbe chuckled softly and leaned back to pull his layers off, letting his upper half be just as exposed as your own. You watched him, legs spread and hands gripping gently at the pillows by your head. “Just can't wait, huh princess?” he teased, a small smirk on his face as he untied his pants, letting them hang low enough so his cock was free and eagerly waiting before your weeping pussy, precum already leaked from the tip. The sight of you sprawled out in front of him causing his cock to twitch. “Pretty thing.” he says before crawling back over your body. His cock slid between your slick folds and teased your clit while his lips found yours in a firm and grounding kiss. 

You sigh into the kiss, feeling your head become lighter the more the tip of his cock brushed your clit. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, his tongue exploring your mouth making you feel like you were going to float away. 

“Ubbe, you're teasing me again.” you pout between breaths when he finally pulls away for air. 

His browns furrow and he gives you an almost dramatically apologetic smile. “M’sorry love.” he coos while lining his cock with your tight entrance. With a few gentle thrusts of his hips he pops the fat head of his cock in. He watched your lashes flutter a little and your mouth open like you wanted to moan, wanted to give him those sweet noises but you held them in. “don't be scared to tell me if it hurts too much, okay sweet girl?” he said.

You nod. “I will.” you agreed. “Just please move now, I want to feel you Ubbe.” you beg and your hips jerk a little involuntarily. 

“Okay little one, just breathe for me.” he says before starting to slowly push in and stretch your needy pussy open around his thick length. You tried to keep your breathing steady while his cock filled you up. You couldn't manage for so long. Soon whimpers and moans were falling fast from your lips. The pain was intense, it felt like you were being split in two and you felt the adrenaline slowly fading as the pain continued. 

“Hu…Hurts.” you managed to squeak out, tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Ubbe stopped, giving a low grunt at how tight your walls were clenching around him. He kissed your cheek and brought a hand down between your bodies to your clit and circled the sensitive nub. Your back arched at the added pleasure and you relaxed enough for Ubbe to take a much needed breath. “Feel better love?” he asks. He can feel your pussy getting wetter the more his finger works your clit. 

“Better.” you mumble. It did feel better, still an aching pain in your core but now the pleasure was added and it made the stretch feel almost good. “Please move.” you ask, voice just above a whisper. 

He nodded and rested his forehead against your own. “Focus those pretty eyes on me.” he tells you and begins to slowly push himself forward again, his thumb never slowing down while he sinks deeper. You breathe as steady as you can manage and keep your focus on his alluring eyes. Your lips part and a soft high pitched gasp leaves you when Ubbes hips finally meet yours, his cock fully engulfed by your pulsing heat. Your eyes flutter and struggle to stay open. He pulled his hand back up to rub slow soothing circles to your hip. “Did so well Princess, letting me in your tight little pussy.” he praised. “Feeling okay love?” he asks, searching your eyes.

His words make your wall flutter around him. You tried to speak but just choked in your own words, the feeling of him sitting so still and stretching you out making it difficult to even think. You settled on a pathetic little whine and looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting him to move, to make it start feeling good like his fingers had.

You arched your back a little, trying to get some kind of friction or movement going. Ubbe could feel your pussy gushing around his length. “So tight your pussy is leaking around me.” he noted, basking in your tight hole and feeling you slowly relax around him. “Can I move?” he asks with a little roll of his hips.

“Please, yes.” Your arms tighten around his neck, wanting nothing more than to only focus on him, be completely devoured by his presence. 

Ubbe smiles and kisses your forehead before starting a slow pace, only pulling out halfway before gliding back in to stuff you full again. He tilted his head down to trial feathery light kisses along your jaw and slope of your neck before softly nipping the spot below your ear. While one hand held your hip the other roamed to your chest, he groped and played with each nipple. Ubbe groaned at the sounds you made for him, so needy and sweet just for him. “Pretty girl, taking me so well.” he mumbles between open mouth kisses and sharp nips. “Making such sweet little noises.” he coos. 

You whimper in response. Ubbe had such an effect on your mind and body that every word, every slow drag of his cock made your mind fog over. The pleasure was building and the pain was all but forgotten now but you wanted more, wanted him to go faster. “M…more Ubbe, please.” you begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Want more.” 

Ubbe’s cock twitched. “More? Feeling good princess?” He teases only a little but is more than happy to oblige your request. Ubbe rolls his hips into you a few times before pulling back and starting a new faster pace, even snapping into you a little tougher. A lustful moan hits his ears, your pure sounds of ecstasy. “That's it, let me hear how good you feel.” he groans, against your neck, losing his own train of thought the more your pussy clenched and squeezed his cock.

Wrapping his hand under your thigh Ubbe hikes your leg to his waist, your other leg follows on its own and wraps securely around him. He gripped your ass while his cock hit just the right spot to have your desperate moans turning into breathy high pitched whines. 

Your eyes screwed shut and you couldn't help but try and hide into the pillow. You felt even better than before and the sounds you were making were becoming more obscene. It felt too good, too wonderful to keep in your needy whines. “Please, it feels so good, Ubbe!” you cry out, tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You could feel your orgasim approaching. The feeling was so much more intense than last time, there was more build up now.

Ubbe cradles the side of your head with his other hand. “Look at me love. C’mon, show me those pretty eyes when you cum for me.” he tells you, fingers laced in your hair at the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered open and your heart soared when Ubbe was the only thing you could see. With his forehead pressed to your own he was all encompassing. “There you are, sweet girl.”

You felt tears slide down your burning face the moment the knot in your stomach snapped. You held onto him and your legs locked tighter around his hips, your back arched against him. Your pussy spasmed and squeezed around his cock. Your mouth hung slack while needy little whines filled the air. Eyes half lidded as you graced Ubbe with your undivided attention, even if your brain could form even a word with the pleasure you were feeling. 

Ubbe was so close, the hold your tight pussy had on his cock was more than enough to make him crazed. “Tight, squeezing my cock so much.” he ground out. He helps you ride out your high until your moaning turns into whines of overstimulation and your legs softly nudge him. “So good love, fuck… did so good for me.” he praises. Burying his cock deep he releases thick ropes of cum into your swollen cunt. He watched your face as fills you up and his ok twitched at the little whimper that you made.

For a moment you two stayed like that. With his cock resting deep inside with his head resting against yours. Your heavy breathing slowed until you could properly look back up at the man above you. With a small smile Ubbe strokes your hair and kisses your forehead before leaving back. Slowly he slipped out his now soft cock. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a small smile.

Ubbe can't help but look over your body, your perfect face with rosy cheeks. He watches as his cum slowly seeps from your glistening cunt. “Can’t have that.” he murmurs and scoops it up with two fingers before pushing back inside your sensitive core. You shudder at the action and grip the pillows. “Can’t wait to make you my wife, fuck your pretty pussy every day.” Ubbe was clearly still lost in his lust for you. The gleam in wanting still shining bright in his eyes. 

You had to admit that seeing him adore you so much was making your pussy flutter all over again. “Ubbe, can I…” you paused, taking a short breath. “More… I want more of you, please.” you asked sweetly, already addicted to the feeling of your soon-to-be husband's cock.

Smirking Ubbes cock twitches. “I'll give you as much as you want princess, all yours.” he tells you with his hand already pumping at his cock, ready to please you until your begging him to stop.

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Thanks for reading!

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[woahhhgwendolyn]

Hvitserk Being Possessive Of You Would Include...

-Hvitserk would be very possessive of you. Like very possessive of you. He always wants to be near you and watching over you at all times.

-When you both are going to bed, he is always cuddling with you, He refuses to let you go at any point.

-Whenever you both are out of the shared tent, he always holds your hand just to make sure that everyone knows that you are his and you are not to be shared with anyone.

-A lot of times his brothers have tried to get with you but thanks to Hvitserk he got them away before anything really happened.

-He always watches over you. Like always. Whenever you are shopping in the markets, he watches you like a hawk. He just wants to make sure that you are safe.

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[literaryuppsala]

You could take a shot where Ragnar makes a deal with Ecbert so that in the future his children will marry for peace. And the reader is the daughter who should marry Ubbe or Bjorn but as they are both married (margrethe and torvi) it was left to Hvitserk who is annoyed by having to marry because he likes margrethe, but after the arrival of the princess he changes his mind… happy final and smut pls

It took me so long to finish this, I am so sorry. I just finished and wanted to post as soon as possible, so If there's any mistake let me know. I had so much fun while writing It, thank you for your ask. I hope this is just as good as you imagined in your head, hope you like It as much as I did.

Maybe I wrote a Part II for this one

hell was the journey (but it brought me heaven)

You never dared to dream of a marriage out of love, that wasn’t allowed for people like you, you knew what was expected from you. Since you got old enough to understand your place in this world, you always knew you had a duty, a hard but rewarding duty. At least that’s what your father told you, you’d feel rewarded as soon as you fulfilled your duty. 

The morning you left Wessex, King Ecbert held your hand and told you the future of all England depended on you, depended on you marrying a man you never met in your life but was destined to since the day you were born. 

Years before you sailed, Ragnar set foot at the beach in Lindisfarne and this decided the course of your future. After years of battle, King Aelle from Northumbria and Ecbert from Wessex finally reached a common ground with the vikings: they wanted land and they could have It, If they promised not to raid ever again and this pact would be sealed by marriage, a son of Ragnar should marry a daughter of one of the kings. 

Nothing happened for years until Ragnar returned to Wessex, years later, with two of his sons. Your father gave in completely, you were a baby back then and knew nothing about pacts, saxons and vikings, either way your life was completely changed by them. 

After sailing for a few days, you arrived in Norway, met by bad weather and curious gazes from the pier. Your ship docked, more people gathered around and someone you imagined was the king walked firmly towards you, followed by more of them. 

“Princess.” He announced, his voice was a loud howl that startled you a bit. “Welcome to Kattegat.”

“Thank you, my lord.” You murmured, whispering your words under your breath. “It’s an honor.” 

“I’m Bjorn. Come with me.” 

They walked you through the city, suspicious looks burned holes on your skin why you crossed the path. As soon as you arrived at their great hall, a feast awaited you, a big table was sat in the middle, filled with food and ale. Everyone was laughing and talking until Bjorn showed up with you on his tracks. Gazes crossing his body like It wasn’t even there to find your small figure hiding on his back. 

“This is for you.” He whispered, offering you his hand, which you accepted shyly. “We were all waiting for you.” He led you to the table, offering you a seat. 

“You are even more beautiful than I thought.” A beautiful woman caught your attention, she was sitting right across from you. 

“Thank you.” You nodded.

Bjorn started to introduce his family, pointing to the people gathered around the table and giving their faces a name you would have a problem repeating. He was the king, you noticed that, people seemed to respect him, he had a lot of brothers they couldn’t be all sons of Ragnar, you thought to yourself. Turns out they were, and that beautiful woman, she was named Aslaug, was his wife, their mother. You learned three of them were already married, Bjorn, the oldest, was married to a woman named Torvi, she had a kind smile towards you. The second one, a man named Ubbe, was married to a woman named Margrethe, someone who didn’t seem as friendly as the others. And the last one, Ivar, was married to Freydis. 

“And this one is my brother Hvitserk.” Bjorn announced proudly, hugging him by his shoulders and slapping at his chest. “Your future husband.”

He smiled at you, smirked actually, his lips slightly curled up as he looked down at you. He was handsome, you thought. Long braided hair falling on his shoulders, a beautiful pair of green eyes sparkling on his face, his smirk sending shivers down your spine. 

“It’s an honor, Lord Hvitserk.”

Hvitserk bowed, they all laughed and you frowned, but didn’t say anything. The feast kept going, they started to talk about your future wedding, about all the things you must learn and do before the ceremony and how you and Hvitserk couldn’t be together during this period. You didn’t think much of It since there wouldn’t be much of a talk between the two of you. 

As the days passed, you got to know more of them, they welcomed you into their space and happily taught you everything they thought you needed to learn, all the fantastic stories you would go to bed to think about. During this time, you grew closer to the women of the family, their mother, Aslaug, was gentle and cared about your well being, always checking If you were feeding and sleeping well. Torvi became your favorite storyteller, she would talk to you about traditions and their past, and was always kind to you. Freydis always made sure your hair was beautifully braided, tamed into intricate patterns. Only one of them always kept her distance from you, not really talking or even acknowledging your presence. 

“Who is she?” You asked once, Freydis was sitting behind you and she sighed, her breath slightly touching your shoulders. 

“Margrethe.” She answered angrily. “She’s Ubbe’s wife.” 

“She doesn’t like me.” You murmured. 

“She only likes the sons.” 

“What are you talking about?”

“They say she slept with all of them before she married Ubbe. She wanted them all to herself.” 

“Hvitserk…” You whispered under your breath.

“Soon you’ll be his wife.” She moved to your front, blocking Margrethe’s vision. “He will only have eyes for you.” 

“Does he have eyes for her now?”

She didn’t answer, she didn’t have to, you saw it in her face, something was going on between them. That realization made you extremely sad. You didn’t think he would have been waiting for you, but never imagined you would have to battle for a place you always thought belonged to you. The way Margrethe acted around you was everything you needed to know about her relationship with Hvitserk. 

That night, as you laid back on the bed, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, thinking about Margrethe and Hvitserk and what you were going to do now, you hated the feeling that you were, somehow, the intruder. You laid there, awake, staring at the ceiling and dealing with the deadly silence until It was bothered by a few muffled sounds. 

Frowning in the dark you mentally debated If you should go check it or not and after the sounds got heavier, whispers and sighs, soft words that didn’t seem for your ears, you swallowed hard, your mind lost the control over your body and you saw yourself getting up and slowly walking towards the door, leaning against the wood and trying to listen. 

When you finally decided to leave the room and opened the door, the noise got louder. The small corridor was poorly lit by some torches stuck in the walls, the orange light flickered in the dark, creating dancing shadows on your face as you slowly walked towards the noise. Your room stayed in the back of the great hall, the only thing separating the corridor and the front of the hall was a thin fabric curtain that you softly moved away so you could pry on what was happening. 

You hid against the wall and looked through the thin material, eyes widened at the scene unfolding before your eyes, utterly shocked. Margrethe was trapped between two bulky men, one of them being her husband, Ubbe and the other one you couldn’t see, he had his back towards you. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, she moaned softly while they both moved obscenely against her body. 

You couldn’t believe it, even though you heard about their different manners, you didn’t expect that. She tried so hard to hug both of them, but that didn’t seem possible while Ubbe grabbed her hips from behind and the other man spreaded kisses all over her chest, kneading at her breasts. You blinked in shock, but weren't able to stop looking, too entranced by them. 

“Too much…” 

You heard when she moaned softly, her lips moving slowly while she carefully opened her eyes, a different gray tone mixed with green. She tried to focus on something until she found yours, widened, looking at her. She mumbled something and the man in front of her finally looked over his shoulders, a loud gasp left your throat when you noticed he was your future husband. You quickly covered your mouth and when they all looked towards the tiny door frame where you were, you moved fast trying to hide. Everything went quiet again and you ran back to your room, locking yourself inside, hands on your chest while you walked backwards into the room until your knees met the edge of the bed and you fell sitting. 

Timid knocks on your door warned you they followed you, three voices whispered exasperated outside your room, but you pretended not to hear, stayed inside, in silence, waiting until they left, something that happened quicker than you thought. So you sat in your bed for hours, waiting for the sun to rise and when its first rays creeped through the cracks of the window, the maids you had taken there with you, finally entered your room. 

“You didn’t sleep, my lady.” One of them whispered.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked back with sarcasm. 

They helped you to get dressed,  a beautiful red gown with long sleeves to help you face the cold in Kattegat and probably the wrath of the vikings, but you didn’t mind, you had made your decision. You left your bedroom with your maids leading you towards the great hall, the same corridor, the same door frame, you felt chills down your spine. The only table was already occupied and the first pair of eyes to meet yours, was Hvitserk’s, he blinked quickly as you walked firmly towards the head of the table, his brother Bjorn. They all looked at you at some point, the conversation stopped and you sighed before starting to talk. 

“We should talk.” You announced firmly, looking at them from where you were. 

“Shouldn’t we eat first?” Bjorn asked, offering you a place at the table, but you rejected.

“I am not hungry.” You answered. “The sooner we end this conversation, the sooner I’ll leave Kattegat.”

“What?” He gasped, getting up with a jolt. You startled, taking back a step or two. 

“I guess my presence here is useless.” You started. “I don’t think any of us want this thing to happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Bjorn insisted. 

“I don’t know what is going on here, but I don’t think Lord Hvitserk wants to marry me. And I know we all have an agreement, but after so much time, we can change things.” You continued. “We can make the decisions for ourselves, you could make the decision of not raiding again in England, and we can make the decision of keeping your settlements safe. It’s not necessary to go through something none of us desire.” 

“I don’t think you understand this, princess.” Bjorn tried, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, his expression smug and arrogant. 

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.” You hissed. 

“I am not. But this thing you’re suggesting it’s beyond stupid, It’s suicidal.”  

Hvitserk, who was silent the whole time, finally got up, held Bjorn’s arm, stopping him in his tracks before he said anything else. 

“I guess It’s time for us to talk, princess.” He told you, a little too harshly.

“I guess It’s late, lord Hvitserk.” You hissed more sharply than you intended. 

“What is going on?” Bjorn tried again, his eyes on his little brother. 

“Let’s talk in private, princess.” Hvitserk insisted, ignoring the confused looks from his family.

“I will do no such thing! You’re not my husband, I can’t be alone in private with you!” You replied offended. 

“Then we can discuss what happened last night here, in front of everyone.” He smirked and your cheeks flushed almost immediately, your hands went to the sides of your face trying to cover up your embarrassment while you blinked in utter shock. “It’s your choice.”

“Not in chambers.” You warned before walking away without looking back. 

You didn’t see, but felt him following your steps outside the great hall. You walked fast, but Hvitserk reached you, held your arm and stopped you both. 

“We’ll have more privacy on the beach.”

“I thought you didn’t need privacy, my lord.” You teased. 

“I do need actually, you’re just nosy.” He teased back. 

“How dare you?!” You raised your hand ready to slap him in the face, but he held It in the air, before It could reach him. 

“Lurking in the shadows, watching people while they’re distracted.” He pulled you in, your faces so close you felt his breath fanning on your cheeks. 

“I wasn’t lurking!” You growled, pulling your arm out of his grasp. “You were out doors, you didn’t seem very preoccupied with that last night.” 

“You remember last night very clearly.” 

“I remember how disgusted I felt.” 

He stopped, didn’t have any answer for that and you were so angry with him you could scream, you felt betrayed, even though he wasn’t your husband yet, you felt it either way. 

“Do you love her?” You asked all of a sudden and he didn’t answer that either. 

“Why are you asking me this?” He frowned. 

“I don’t want to marry a man who can not love me.” You sighed. “I know we don’t love each other now, but I always thought that whenever I married someone… Maybe… With time… That can not happen If you already love someone else.” 

“I… I don’t know…” He answered honestly and you smiled to yourself. 

“You always know these types of things. You just don’t want to tell me.” You finally looked at him. “How do you do this? How can you share?” 

“I guess a little is better than nothing.” 

“Honestly, I don’t want to do this.” You murmured. 

You left him there and he didn’t try to stop you. After that you just locked yourself up in your room, well not yours, the room they settled for you and felt like an outsider again. People knocked on your door, your maids, Bjorn, Torvi and Freydis, even Aslaug made her attempt to talk to you, but you didn’t want to see anyone, not in that moment at least. 

“What happened?” Bjorn asked angrily, looking at an equally nervous Hvitserk, who didn’t answer.

“She saw us last night.” Ubbe was the one to clarify things. “With Margrethe.” 

“What??” He asked again, this time in shock and Ubbe just shrugged. 

“This is low.” Ivar said, looking at the food in front of him. “Even for you, brother.” He completed, pointing at Hvitserk. 

“Not as low as you.” Hvitserk answered, receiving a bunch of peas on his face thrown by Ivar. 

“Stop tormenting your brother. This is serious.” Aslaug scolded. “How could you do this?” 

“I didn’t think she was going to see It.” Hvitserk answered. 

“She’s just like Ivar.” Sigurd teased. 

“At least I'm not a christian and not his future wife.” 

“It doesn’t matter.” Bjorn growled loudly, looking angrily at Hvitserk. “You better fix this, because if she leaves, you can forget the last few years of peace.” 

“I know brother, you don’t have to remind me.” 

“Then why did you fuck Margrethe in the middle of the great hall?”

“I was drunk.” 

“Great explanation brother, why don’t you tell her this?” Ivar teased again. 

“Ivar, don't make things worse.” Aslaug scolded once again.

The conversation went on for some time, with Hvitserk dealing with his whole family talking about his sex life, but he wasn’t really listening, your voice in his head asking him If he loved Margrethe and his lack of response, he didn’t know that, love was such a strong word for whatever happened between himself and his brother’s wife. He liked her, liked to have sex with her, he felt betrayed when she accepted to marry Ubbe, but he didn’t know If he loved her. And while those thoughts circulated inside his mouth, you were someone he felt he could love someday, someone with whom he could create a family of his own. 

He marched to your room, thought about all the things he could say to you and softly knocked on your door. You didn’t answer. He insisted. This went on for a few minutes until he finally heard a few noises coming from inside, next thing was the door opening and revealing your tired shape. 

“Would you forgive me?” He asked and you blinked. “Ever?”

You sighed. “Lord Hvitserk.” 

He took your hand to his mouth. “It won’t happen again.” He mumbled against your skin and kissed your knuckles. “I can promise you that, If you forgive me, It won’t happen again.”

“You promise?”

That seemed a childish thing to do, asking for a promise, but that’s what you needed and you didn’t even know If you could ever trust him close to that woman, but something inside you turned your confidence into melting butter as soon as his skin touched yours, he had something you couldn’t explain, something that entranced you. 

“I promise.”  

After the talk, the marriage preparations were rushed, everybody feared Hvitserk could mess up again since Margrethe wouldn’t leave him alone. You could sense her circling him like a vulture, everytime you were together she would sneak around, ask for his help or something, he would smile and politely deny her and she would insist, until he’d give up and go with her, that was the worst thing about the time before the wedding. 

Once the day came, all of the women in the family showed up in your room to help prepare you, your maids didn’t have much to do. Torvi brought a beautiful white gown for you, long sleeved with golden embroidment, you were mesmerized. They took you out to the river, helped you wash yourself, dressed you and braided your hair, they even put a flower crown over your head, you felt beautiful. 

The ceremony wasn’t really easy for you since you weren’t totally understanding what was happening, but once the few droplets of blood touched your face, you knew It was done. You learned this that week. Hvitserk smiled and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead, another one on your cheek and finally touched your lips softly, your cheeks flushed immediately and you smiled shyly. 

A feast was thrown, with lots of ale and food, people gathered around the great hall laughing and screaming with each other. Hvitserk was the happiest you ever saw him since you first met and you were letting yourself think that was because of you. 

“Sigurd, now you’re the only one left.” Bjorn teased. 

“I have a lot of women, brother.” He teased back, making Ivar laugh on his cup, almost gagging with liquid.

“You??? Who would want to sleep with you???” He laughed.

“Definitely more than the ones who want to sleep with you.” Sigurd rolled his eyes. 

“He already has one, Sigurd.” Freydis growled, walking towards Ivar and sitting on his lap. “He doesn’t need anyone else.” Ivar smiled proudly, kissing her on the cheek.

“Sigurd, you’ll have to settle one day.” Aslaug started. “Have a family, have children. I can’t wait to see this place filled with your children.”

“I can arrange that. Don’t need to settle to bring children into this world.” He insisted, making his mother roll her eyes in anger. 

“You should be content with just one woman, like your brothers.” She insisted.

“I don’t think Hvitserk can do that.” Margrethe talked for the first time during the whole feast. “He’s too insatiable, too greedy.” 

The smile that was on your face slowly faded, everyone stayed in silence and eventually looked at you. You felt embarrassed, but didn’t answer, nor looked at her, you drank from your cup and stared blankly into an invisible point in front of you until Hvitserk’s beautiful emeralds showed up, a tiny smirk curling his lips up before he kissed you again, taking you by surprise. He tasted like ale and meat, strangely pleasant on your tongue when you felt It against his, both of his hands on the sides of your face for a quick moment, a feverish but quick moment. 

“I already found the one who can satiate me.” 

You blushed, but pride filled your tummy. Your hand met his cheek and silently thanked him for his kind gesture. After that the conversation restarted, what Margrethe said completely forgotten once Ivar and Sigurd got into another one of their fights, but Hvitserk’s eyes were still on you, he was nuzzling into your hand and you were thankful, relieved, maybe this whole thing was right after all. 

By the end of the night, they took your husband by his legs and put him on their shoulders, led him to his house while your maids and the girls took you by the hand and followed. The screaming and the laughing stayed for long until they took you to the bedroom and Hvitserk kicked them out very quickly, until you were both alone. 

He touched your shoulders, then your neck, lastly your cheeks. 

“We don’t have to do anything.”

“It’s alright.” 

“So you want to?”

You nodded. 

He kissed you again. Slow. His lips softly touching yours while he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. You shivered, feeling his tongue slowly entering your mouth and massaging yours, the taste of ale was so strong It made you slightly dizzy. You pawed at his tunic, pushing the fabric with your fingers and pulling his body in until his chest pressed against yours. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your mouth. “So, so beautiful…” He took his kisses down your face, nipped at your jaw before he started pressing insistent kisses on your throat. 

His hands met the straps of your bodice and started to untie until the leather garment fell on the ground around your feet. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in, making you stay on your tiptoes and hug his neck, fingers dipped in his braids. 

“Come to bed.” He whispered again, holding your hand and taking you. 

Carefully, Hvitserk sat you on the bed, he kissed your forehead before taking off his tunic. That was the first time you ever saw a man half naked, your cheeks flushed and you moved your gaze away from his body. Quickly, he grabbed your hands, putting them on his own abdomen. The rigid muscles tensed under your palm and you bit your lower lip, with his thumb he pulled your lip out of the grip of your teeth, slowly caressing the trembling flesh. 

He softly kneeled in front of you, you felt his hands on your legs, first on your calves, then on your knees and up your thighs, his touch raised goosebumps on your heated skin, he smirked when felt you trembling. Slowly, he raised one of your legs and started spreading kisses while sliding up the hem of the dress. His mouth was sinful, wet and soft, he left a trail of saliva behind. He did the same with both of your legs until you were leaned back on your elbows and your gown was crumpled on the middle of your thighs. When his kisses went up a little further, you jolted, shooting up into a sitting position and touching his chest, slightly pushing him away. 

“We don’t have to do anything.” He repeated, his hand covering the one you had on his chest. 

“Just… Just… Be gentle.” You pleaded, utter embarrassment on your face. 

He nodded and got up, taking you with him. His hands met your hips and took the fabric of your gown, carefully he pushed It up, sliding it off of your body leaving you only on your white chemise. Hvitserk then took you on his arms, bride style, laying you down on the bed, your head softly touching the pillows. Your hands met the sides of your face while he laid down on top of you, his hips looking for home between your legs which you allowed, opening up to accommodate him. 

Hvitserk then lowered his head, his lips choosing a place on your neck to nip on, he pulled up the sheer fabric of your chemise over your chest, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. The sensitive skin of your nipple prickled even before he did anything. Lowering his head even more, your husband took one nipple in his mouth and you gasped at the new sensation, wet and warm. You fisted the sheets, eyes immediately closed while you whimpered under his ministrations. 

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” He murmured after releasing one nipple with a soft pop. “All mine.” He hissed before taking the other nipple into his mouth too. 

He lowered his kisses, finding the soft skin of your tummy, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of light red marks. He traced the curve of your belly button with the tip of his tongue before licking down your belly.

“W-What are you doing??” You asked when you saw where he was going, he just smirked, kept licking down your curls until he brushed against your clit and you shivered. “Serk…” You breathed the nickname you heard so many times, so easily It seemed was made for your mouth. 

His eyes were dark, nothing of the beautiful emeralds you were growing used to, they had a dark shade of gray while he looked at you. He spread your legs even more, using his shoulders as support as he lapped up your folds, slowly savoring you like the sweetest wine. His tongue was soft and warm, your folds were dripping into his mouth, making him moan softly, humming in satisfaction. 

You threw your head back and grabbed the sheets, your toes curled and you wined loud. You never felt that way before, your body was completely out of your control and under his power, the kind of feeling you've never experienced. He kept licking through your slit until you felt his tongue inside of you and you whimpered, a little uncomfortable. He then used his free hand to gently massage your clit, distracting you almost immediately, he buried almost his entire face between your legs as his lips curled around your clit and sucked, you started seeing white spots behind your eyelids, a tight coil forming on your belly when while your hips started to move under their own accord against his mouth. He hummed again, like he was happy you were doing that. 

“Serk…” You breathed out, feeling hot and bothered as never before, like you were about to explode. You sequenced his name and your legs trembled around his head, your body went rigid and you moaned long and loud, a relaxing sensation taking over your body. He kept licking on you as you experienced the twitching and the aftershocks of the first orgasm of your life, he only stopped when you squirmed away. 

When he raised his head, his mouth was wet with your slick and he had a silly smirk on his face as he climbed up on you and kissed you, making you taste your own juices on your tongue. He was quick to discard his own trousers, all while squirming to stay in between your legs again, you hugged his neck and blinked nervously. 

“We don’t-” He started but you touched his lips with your fingertips. 

“It’s alright.” You assured him and he nodded. 

He grabbed his cock between your bodies and lined the tip with your wet folds, rubbing the head against your clit, making you shudder. He kissed you again and pushed his tip inside you, the stretch burned your walls that fluttered around him, he growled against your mouth, completely immobile. 

“Can I move?” He asked you, a pained grunt, like he was using all his strength to stay still. His arms supporting his weight on each side of your head started to shake and you breathed heavily, nodding the permission he asked for.  

You cried out in pain when slid a little more inside, his lips brushing against yours as he stopped again, but you pressed your fingers on his nape, a silent consent for him to keep going, he looked at you with true concern, his eyes glossy as he slowly entered you until he bottomed out completely and you mewled loudly, closing your eyes. 

Hvitserk spread kisses all over your face, wetting his lips with the insistent tears falling down your cheeks, he burned inside you like wildfire, the stretch was almost unbearable. 

“Sweetheart… I’m going to pull out…” He hissed, seeing how painful this was for you. 

“No… Just… Give me a minute…” You breathed out, opening your eyes to look at him. “Would you… Would you kiss me, please?” You pleaded with hooded eyes. 

“Of course.” He answered softly, touching your lips with his feverishly, it’s messier than the other kisses he gave you, sloppier, his teeth brushing against your lips and his tongue massaging yours obscenely, within minutes you’re deep into his spell again, trembling hands on his neck, tugging at his hair and slightly untying his braids. 

Noticing you’re distracted, he moved, pulling out a little and slowly coming back, you mewled into his mouth, your walls fluttering around him but he doesn’t know If it’s because of the pain or pleasure. So he pulled away from your lips, smiling a little when you followed blindly reaching for his mouth, moving under him and pulling him in a little more. He grunted under his breath, sighing heavily while trying not to think about the way your walls feel around him. 

Suddenly his forehead is against your lips, his eyes are closed, all of the veins on his arms are visible and puffed, you touched his biceps and he shuddered on top of you. Pride filled your heart knowing you were the one doing this to him, you wanted to do more so you moved your hips up, the burn inside you reduced a bit and you moved again, Hvitserk moaned. 

“Sweetheart… Don’t do this.” He pleaded, a breathed beg, his breathing fanning against your chest. A groan left his lips and you felt his cock twitching inside you, the foreign feeling a little overwhelming but not causing any discomfort.

“Please move.” You hissed and he immediately obeyed, like his body was just waiting another sign of consentment. He pulled out a little and slid right back in, you felt the burn and mewled. “Keep moving.” You pleaded again and he growled, doing exactly what you asked. 

Hvitserk slowly moved inside you, trying his best not to hurt you, but he never felt that way before, buried inside you felt better than anything he ever felt, It truly felt like Valhala and you looked like a Goddess, blissed out under him, taking all of him so well. He wanted you to feel just as good as he felt, he dived his hand between your bodies and gently touched your clit, you shuddered, that touch being the first real pleasure you felt since he slipped inside you. 

He kept massaging your puffy clit, looking at your parted lips as he slightly changed the angle of his hips, searching for that spot inside you. You mewled when he found, fluttering at the new position, widening your eyes and staring at him when you felt that same tingle from before, he smiled when he noticed. He kept thrusting into you, always searching for that spot, always pressing on your clit, but the way you gripped him, he wouldn’t last long. 

When he picked up his pace, you felt the burn again, but Hvitserk was deep into his pleasure, he needed to finish, so you hugged him, close, trying not to focus on anything but the gentle tugs on your clit. However, he knew he needed to be faster, so he did, a few more thrusts and he was gone, his hips slapping up yours sloppily quick until he stopped completely and you felt the twitch of his cock, the warmth of his spend inside you and the rough noises coming from his throat. 

“I’m sorry.” He pleaded before raising his head up to look at you. Your hands met the side of his face and you smiled tiredly at him. “It won’t hurt this much next time.” 

“I know.” 

Quickly, Hvitserk moved, getting up from the bed he walked out of the room and came back with a bowl full of water and a clean towel. You watched as he cleaned between your legs with the wet cloth, gently washing away the pink stains on the soft skin of your thighs. When he was done, he put the bowl on the ground and moved to lay down by your side, pulling you in so you could lay on his chest, one of his hands softly touching your hair while the other grabbed your own, tangled your fingers and pulled it towards his lips, he started spreading kisses on your knuckles.  

“Will you make me happy, Hvitserk?” You asked all of a sudden. 

“That’s the only thing I can do from now on.”  ***

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[disasterofastory]

Popcorn and candy (Hvitserk x Reader)

Popcorn and candy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: semi-public smut

Summary: modern!Hvitserk and you go on a date.

Your eyes are glued to the screen through the windshield. You watch Matt Damon do something but nothing you see registers in your mind. The movements turn into a blur, and the voices, the loud rumble of the movie, seem far away. A frown appears between your brows as you try to focus, determination presses your lips into a thin line, but the quiet snickering at your side and a twist of fingers pull your attention away again. Your mouth falls open, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from falling shut.

Hvitserk's gaze burns the side of your face.

A few pieces of popcorn fall out from the red box onto your lap, landing on the ground around your legs. The salty scent fills your nostrils as you gasp for air. Your back straightens, and your head bumps against the headrest behind you. "Hvitserk," you groan out, not knowing what you want to earn with it. Your tone is chastising and impatient at the same time. He just laughs at it. "What, my love?" He asks with feigned innocence. His thumb brushes over your clit through your panties again. "You should focus on the movie," you grunt out, nodding at the screen. You are still watching it, seeing nothing of it. What happened? Who is that guy? "Why would I when you are much more interesting?" He asks back, grinning. His finger presses down on the sensitive bud between your legs before sliding down on the white fabric. It gets soaked by your wetness, sticking to your pussy. "Somebody will see," you tell him, turning your head away from the movie for the first time to swipe your gaze over the parking cars around you. You adjust the popcorn on your lap to hide the blonde man's hand between your legs. "Nobody can see," he laughs at your words. And he is right. The only light that illuminates the parking lot comes from the movie playing in front of you. Otherwise, everything is dark, and you can't see inside the other cars either. Air ghosts over your sensitive folds when Hvitserk pulls your panties aside. Another gasp escapes your lips at the feeling. "And if you wouldn't want it, you would close your legs," your boyfriend adds, smirking. And he is right. Again. Your legs are open, and your muscles are taut as you try to keep yourself from moving too much. "And," he continues. His voice becomes a soft hum, and his finger finally touches you without your panties standing between you and him. "You are soaked." "Hvitserk," you groan his name again. Shame and excitement heat up your skin. "What, love? That's the truth," he smirks. "I could drink from your pussy." "Oh, gods," you breathe out, not believing what you hear. "You can't say things like this!" "I can," he scoffs happily. "And you know I do." His middle finger slides over your wet folds, making a bigger mess between your legs, before pulling his hand away to bring his soaked finger to his lips. His eyes bore into yours as he licks up your juices from his finger. "You are sweeter than any candy," he says hoarsely. "Maybe I should put you onto the hood and feast from your pussy." Your hole clenches around nothing, hearing his words. "I could eat you until you scream," he continues, putting his hand back on your pussy. His thumb draws circles on your clit, watching the change in your breathing. It gets rapid and shallow. Your legs open wider, and your hips push against his clever fingers. "Do you want my finger?" He asks with mischief glinting in his bright blue eyes. "Or are you afraid someone will see me fingering your pretty cunt?" "H-Hvitserk," you gasp out his name, grabbing his wrist with one of your hands. More popcorn falls to the ground. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when he has mercy on you. Soon, his finger pushes against your center, and before you know it, he adds another one to stretch your walls. Your pussy flutters around his digits, wanting more. "Ride my finger, love," he says, pressing his hands against your pussy some more. "Make yourself cum on my fingers, Y/N. Give me something to taste while I watch the movie." A breathless moan breaks up from your throat as you do as he says. You thrust your hips against his fingers, grinding your clit on the heel of his palm. "Oh gods," you moan when another finger finds your entrance. "Maybe I could put my whole hand inside you," Hvitserk thinks out loud to watch you burn with shame and desire. His cock strains against his pants. He fidgets at the uncomfortable feeling but does nothing to help himself. He will do it when you get home. Right now, he just wants to see you falling apart because of him. "Or you would be happier with my cock inside your hot cunt," he continues. "You could ride me in the backseat." Both of you know what he does. Images of your on his lap, bouncing on his cock flashes in front of your hazy eyes. "I could suck on your pretty titties. Your nipples are hard, huh? Wanting my mouth around them. I don't need any snack when there is so much place I could feast on you." "H-" His name gets lost in your throat before you can say it. Your hips move faster and faster. You chase your pleasure while he continues talking. "Or I could fuck you from behind," he hums, twisting his fingers inside you. "There is not enough space," you gasp out. You have to fight every word to form in your tongue. "Outside of the car," he smirks. "Legs wide open, tits pressed on my car. My cock deep inside your weeping pussy." Your eyes fall shut as your movements get uncontrollable on his fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers and flutter with the burning need that rushes inside your veins.

The popcorn is all around you by now.

The rumble of the car under you wakes you up from your hazy thoughts. Your muscles still twitch because of your orgasm. Your legs are still open, but Hvitserk's hand is on the wheel.

"Let's go home," he smirks.

#hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk smut #vikings smut #vikings x reader

[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

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[knight-of-flowerss]

she-bear : chapter two

navigation | warnings : sexism, talk of battle | a/n : I did this at like half nine to half ten at night while being sick so sorry if it's bad😭 | wattpad | tags : @thethreeeyed-raven , @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @thelirofnorthlands , @naaladareia , @not-that-syndrigast

When I was young grandmother would tell my siblings and I about a castle somewhere in Norway. It's walls are tall and wide, drum towers on all four corners, stone bricks mossy and decayed, a lavish courtyard and a great hall that would be filled with mouth watering courses.

It took over thirteen years until it was fully built. They started when I was five, thirteen years later I'm eighteen, still patiently waiting to go to this palace of wonders.

And the time finally came.

It was Greta's tenth birthday, festivities at a high with young children running around playing games, their mothers and grandmothers talking in the corners of the hall while keeping an eye on their curious children and the fathers and the grandfathers all in the study, drinking fine wine and talking about business.

All of a sudden all of the fathers are back in the hall and the mothers are rounding up their unruly cattle, trying to get them to sit still as everyone sits at the long tables and face the long Godfrey family table that sits higher than everyone else's.

My mother and father walk to their seats as my siblings and I take our seats, trying to keep the birthday girl still. After everyone is seated my father stands up with a cup of wine in his hands, "Today I want to celebrate my lovely daughter, Greta, she is ten years old today and she is nearly a young woman. With that I would like to gift my family with a large present. As you know, Greta has always wanted to live in a castle, Elsa lost her husband a few months back and times have just been harsh and stressful with the battle between our prideful Duetschland!," [Germany].

People cheered at the comment on our great nation, spilling wine as they cheered, "And the sly, cunning Poland, the route of all our problems. They think that they can beat us? Win this war? They are crazy like a woman who thinks she can be as powerful as a king!"

Men laughed at the comment on women and Poland, the many Ladies sat with uncomfortable smiles on their faces. "As soon as we win this battle and burn the traitors of Germany, my family and I will be leaving our motherland."

A few gasps left the mouths of the guests as shocked faces flooded the hall, including me and my siblings faces. Greta squealed with joy and jumped out of her seat, running to our father, running into him giving him a big hug. "Oh thank you father! Thank you!," she pauses and looks up, "But father where are we going? England? The Netherlands? France? Denma-" Greta was cut off as my father put his large hand over my sisters mouth with a small chuckle as she just looks up at him.

"Now, now dear pearl," He looks up and smiles at the guests in the hall, "What have I said about interrupting me when I'm giving a speech?", "not to... sorry father..", "It is alright pearl, anyways, as I was saying, we will be moving away from our great country for the sake of my children and parents. We will be going to a place that my father holds dearly in his heart and wants to spend the rest of his numbered days there, as most of you have noticed, my mother and father are not present, that is because they are currently settling into our castle that has been getting built for the last thirteen years."

Mine and my siblings heads shoot up, looking at my father. Could he be talking about the castle in Norway? The one we used to play princesses and knights dreaming about? We waited in anticipation as he gave a smile to the crowd.

"We will be moving to Norway, on the outskirts of Kattegat, a major trade city with the infamous Ragnar Lothbrok being their old king but leaving due to his failed attempt in Paris, we will be living near a peaceful trade centre which will provide fresh food and remedies for my frail father as he battles his illness."

My siblings and I sat in shock as the tales from our childhood were coming true. A smile etched its was onto my face as a I dreamt of a new beginning in a place that is known worldwide for its story of how the small fishing town became one of the most famous trading cities in the world.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Body Language *SMUT*

Summary: There isn't one nor is very long, Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,476

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vikings characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You chuckled and let out a soft moan as Hvitserk's hands explored your body having been teasing each other all day. Soon, you were not even able to make it to your shared chambers, you were suddenly both naked, your bodies touching everywhere. And you were pushed up against a wall, moving your hips slowly, back and forth against his listening to his deep groans. The feelings you were experiencing… the pleasure was almost overwhelming. But for you both, there is no one but each other, just like in the old days when you were younger. His breath becomes deeper as he watches and feels his lover's body move sensually against his own. He wants to take you right there against the wall, but he's able to contain himself and he whispers into your ear, "Not yet my love. Not until we can savor the experience completely."

You smiled and looked down at your beloved, as you kissed him. You were enjoying the show so much, that he started to kiss you passionately. His lips tasted sweet, filled with pleasure and joy. "I want more," you said with a breathy tone. "You are teasing me so much, my love." You chuckled as you felt his breath and whispers against your warm skin, making your skin tingle as much as feeling the movement of his body against yours. You moaned in turn and moved your body faster, teasing him back. Your lips brushed the tip of his jaw and whispered "I want you so much now." Hvitserk pulls you close and kisses the tip of your nose. "Shhh… let's take our time and enjoy. Our bodies are calling for one another so urgently… can't we give in just a little while longer?" He asks and kisses and nibbles on your skin. Hvitserk's heart starts to pound against his chest as he hears his beloved moan and tell him of your desires. He presses his lips against yours, knowing he's going to give in to his hunger for you. Your tongues meet, swirling together in a dizzying dance as he pulls you tightly against him. His eyes start to glow from within as he feels your body moving against his and the heat begins to build in his loins. You are his, and he is yours.

"You are killing me." You moaned as you felt his kiss, and nibble, and the way his tongue swirled together with yours. Your body slowly moved against him, trying hard to resist no more. You sighed and kissed back, pulling him closer to you wrapping your arms around him, and whispered "Yes now, my love… Take me now… I can't control myself anymore." You said, feeling the strong urge to kiss every inch of his body. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his lips, soft and sweet, against your neck. The sweet scent of him filled your nose and you inhaled deeply, your hands scratching down to his back. Your hips moved slowly against his, teasing him gently and seductively as you whispered into his ear, "Give in to your desire, my love. We cannot wait anymore." Hvitserk is filled with a wild lust and hunger for you. His hands move along your body, gently caressing you as he pulls you as close as possible towards him. Your kisses are sweet and hot, filling him with sensation. Your scent is arousing and intoxicating. "I want you, my love," he murmured as he pressed you more against the wall, your bodies pressing together. He leans down and kisses you deeply, your tongues mingling once more as he surrenders to his desires.

Hvitserk's breath catches in his throat at the feeling of your lips against his neck, and he closes his eyes in pleasure at the touch of your nails on his back. He is intoxicated by the taste of you, by your voice as it whispers in his ear, "Yes my love, there's no stopping us now." He presses his body tightly against yours and kisses you deeply, caressing your soft skin as he slips his hot throbbing cock inside of you slowly, passionately, and with a burning desire he's never felt before. You groaned at the embrace in the tightest, most passionate kiss you had shared. You pressed against him, your hands roaming over his body and your lips pressing down on his. You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, which only made you both more excited. "I want you so badly, my love. How could I have waited for this moment when you are so handsome and make me feel so wonderful." You moaned his name, holding the moment as if time stood still. There was no rush and you savored every second of the passion. You moaned again, your body trembling and your skin felt on fire. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body. You could feel his skin with his muscles moving against your own was amazing. Your kiss was filled with love, passion, and desire and it felt like you could never have enough. Your body moves in tempo with his as you kiss and touch together. At that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered in the entire world but him and you.

"Good job." Hvitserk caressed your thighs before squeezing as he moved slowly. You moaned at the soft praise as you held his shoulders trying to move along with his thrusts, "Go slowly, I don't want you to hurt yourself. Let yourself adjust. You are my whole world, my love," Hvitserk whispers as he continues to kiss and caress every inch of your body, your skin beneath his touch as smooth as silk. He moves his lips from your mouth to your neck and down your shoulders, kissing, nipping, and biting at the soft skin. The fire inside of him burns hotter and hotter, and he knows he can no longer wait. His hands roam over your body as he groans not noticing his hips moving faster. You gasped as his rough hands traveled over your body, the sweet kisses, the gentle nibbles from his teeth. Your whole body trembled and your legs wrapped around him shook as he slowly started to pick up the pace and your breaths became short and sharp. You couldn't wait any longer. You moved your hands into his hair and whispered his name into his ear.

You bit your lower lip as the lust took over your body, you wanted this moment to be with only him. Hvitserk's breath catches in his throat as you bite your lip and whisper his name in his ear. He moves quickly now, no longer able to contain himself as your bodies unite. Your soft cries and your arms wrapped around him only make the experience more intense. His kisses become more urgent and his hands run along your limbs as he comes to the ultimate climax thrusting his cum deep inside of you. He wants you and only you, and he knows nothing else matters. In this moment, you are his everything. Your hands moved to his back, wanting to pull him even closer to you as the feeling of his body so close and his cock inside of you was just perfect in every way. The warm breath on your neck only made the pleasure even better. You moved your body in sync with his, enjoying every inch of it. There was no rush and you wanted to savor every bit of it.

You held still, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist while your bodies moved rhythmically together. You pushed your face into his neck, letting out loud moans. You didn't care who heard you, you didn't have time to wait any longer for the moment you had been waiting for all day and now it was all that mattered. You tilted your head back and your eyes were closed shut as the sweet sensation of the most intimate connection ran through your body. You called out his name with pure joy. You moaned as you climaxed, your hands tightly clutching to his arms and his body pressed against yours. Your breaths were short and sharp in and out. You kissed him passionately. Your bodies were intertwined, a perfect match, a perfect fit. "I love you." You whispered to him quietly. Hvitserk holds you tightly against him, your bodies still moving together as your climax ends. You both breathe heavily for a moment and your skin is still slick with sweat. Hvitserk leans close to kiss your neck and your collarbone before looking into your eyes with a tender smile. "I love you too, my love. Truly I do. And this feeling here between us…it's like nothing I've ever felt before " He caresses your cheek and whispers "You are everything I want, everything I need."

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