#vikings sigurd

[undiscovered-horizon]

Vikings preference: your friend hits on you and gets aggressive

@ivartheb0neless

Ragnar Feels genuinely hurt because he thought he could trust your friend. Whenever Ragnar went away, he'd ask your friend to keep an eye on you and generally make sure you're safe and sound. Makes veiled threats and passive-aggressive jokes at first, hoping that he can both force a boundary and not sour any relationships but his humour is gone when he realizes that your friend is not keen on taking no as an answer. If you raise your concern about "safety vs. keeping a friend", Ragnar makes a sarcastic comment about your sentiment - because a guy who forced himself on you is such a great friend to keep, right?

Gives you a knife to keep on you at all times. If you have the guts, and such an occasion arises, to stab the man once he gets physical with you, Ragnar will have your back no matter what. Also, low-key thrilled. But if you don't end up fighting your own battles, he'll gladly do it for you. Not an ounce of regret on his face during or after.

Bjorn Pretty direct. Makes plausible threats and will fulfil them. Terrifyingly calm and collected for the most part. He's angry but also disappointed that someone you considered a friend could repay your kindness and affection in such a way.

If you tell Bjorn that you're unsure what to do because you want to keep your friend or you think that he's overdoing things, he might get short with you but it's not out of malice. He's worried that if you don't see your male friend for the lying snake that he is, you might get even more hurt and that possibility enrages him so much he doesn't entertain that thought longer than necessary.

Bjorn is definitely the type to make his revenge somewhat public. Not only will that make others keep their distance from you but it will also earn him respect among other men - he takes his husbandly duties seriously. Whether your "friend" lives or dies is entirely up to them and how callous they have been with you. Whether he meant to or not, Bjorn causes people to look away from you when you're walking through the town. No one wants to risk getting your friend's treatment.

After that, Bjorn will never trust any man who tries to be your friend or claims to be one.

Ubbe Tries to be the bigger person at first and has a stern word with your friend. Ubbe is probably the only one to seriously take your word/assurance that there's nothing to get worked up about. He will also wait relatively the longest before getting seriously involved - not because he doesn't care, it's quite the contrary. He doesn't want to impose on your independence, so even if he's uncomfortable with the situation but you keep saying "I've got this", he will keep to himself although will voice his concerns (and will refuse to leave you alone at any place or time). When things become serious and the man starts to get physical, Ubbe will make it clear that from now on he's more concerned about your well-being than your freedom: "I'm sorry for disregarding your wishes but I can't sit and watch you get hurt". Believes to be responsible for your safety as your husband.

Ubbe is the type of person who will seek your friend out on his own and resolve the issue right then and there. He goes to the other man's house one night and leaves it only when an agreement is reached - doesn't matter how far he has to go to ensure that. Ubbe's not afraid to get his hands dirty for the right reasons.

Hvitserk Also hurt because he was actually getting along well with the other man. Hvitserk will ask about your perspective and wishes but if your safety is compromised, he won't make them a priority. At first, he's trying to get you out of harm's way, so you're leaving your house only if he's by your side. But once he learns that your supposed friend forced his way into your home and put his hands on you, Hvitserk is determined to take things into his own hands. He won't seek out your friend on his own but rather wait for an opportunity to arise; doesn't start the fight but surely will end it. The next time another unwanted advances are made towards you, Hvitserk has an axe in his hand and this time, he's the one who doesn't take no for an answer.

If you ever befriend another man after that, Hvitserk will tolerate him but never let go of any suspicions. Also, might tell the story of your previous "admirer" to scare your new friend into behaving properly.

Sigurd The most probable to get into a brawl right away. At first, he feels quite self-conscious seeing another man flirting with you but when the man in question starts to become aggressive, Sigurd coins his insecurity into hostility, effectively picking a fight. After what seems like lakes of blood and an entire concert of bones breaking, the brawl ends. Sigurd looks like he's been through Hell and still that's a lot better than your friend, who would be pronounced dead if it wasn't for the sporadic raise of his chest as he tries to take in a ragged breath. Sigurd will also voice his anger as he's caving in the other man's skull ("Was it fun when you grabbed her? Enjoying a little manhandling, eh? I'm happy to provide").

Gains respect in his brothers' eyes but none of them quite wants to admit it.

Ivar He would also feel self-conscious at first. Considers your friend's bold behaviour an assault on his masculinity ("You think I'm not man enough and therefore think you have any right to bother my wife"). Not surprised in the slightest. Hated the guy's guts from the very beginning and made it obvious. Might actually say the dreaded "told you so".

Because he perceives your friend's aggression as somewhat personal, Ivar is driven to go quite far in order to make the punishment fit for the crime. Not only does he do it for your sake but also to make sure that everyone knows just how much of a true Viking is inside him. Some say that "silence is golden", so if your friend decides to use less-than-savoury language towards you, he might end up with his throat filled with liquid gold to ensure no more offence leaves his mouth. Similarly, he's going to suffer the "equivalents" for whatever other thing he's done. He grips your hand so hard there's a bruise? Ivar will wrap his hand with a chain and slowly tighten it until all the bones crack and the wrist is literally torn away from the forearm. But no matter what he does, in the end he still feels like it doesn't quite make up for your friend's wrongdoings.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Sigurd would include:

Dating him is a thrilling experience. He is an adventurous and passionate man, who will take you on wild adventures and sweep you off your feet. His confidence and drive are contagious and his charisma can be alluring. He is a true gentleman who will treat you with respect and dignity. However, he is also a fierce warrior who will protect you at all costs.

On one hand, he has the experience and wisdom of over a thousand years to draw upon. He's also confident and bold, which can be very attractive. The downside is, he has a lot of baggage. He's been through a lot, and he can be a bit unpredictable. All in all, it's an adventure to be sure, but one that is worth it!

He is a fair and loyal person, and people know nothing but peace and happiness if you don't cross them. He would be a good husband to you, with many children and with respect towards you. In short, he wouldn't hurt you even if his life depended on it.

He will protect you as his queen and protect you and your kingdom. He will also be a great father to your children, to mold them into honorable and great men. And also, he will also respect your decisions and he will keep your council private at all times.

He brings you flowers just because he thought you'd like them.

He would always make sure that you're happy and safe, that you don't have to worry about anything. You both would live a simple life in the heartland of Norway and spend the winters together, sitting in front of the fireplace and watching the kids play outside in the snow. That's how he would imagine it.

He would be faithful to you, your beauty would only increase his love towards you, and the best part, he would only have eyes for you.

He would never leave you for another, he already knows that no one is more special than you, and every other person would appear dull in comparison, he would not be a jealous person, but if someone started talking and looking to you for too long and made you uncomfortable, he would let them know to keep their distance.

He would write poems and songs for you, with his most cherished memories of you, and your future plans. He would write you songs and poems every day with the most sacred feelings within his heart. He would also always be there for you, no matter how small or big the issue, he would comfort you, and assure you that he is there with you in every step you take. His biggest joy would always be being with you and seeing you smile.

He would be gentle and loving towards you, always having your needs in the first place. He would show his love in many ways, he would hug you when feeling bad, kiss you randomly, hug you from behind while you cook, and caress your hair. He would give you little attention like bringing you snacks and small gifts.

A very exciting and interesting experience. Being with a man such as himself can be quite a privilege. He is strong, capable and he commands respect. However, this is not to say that he is without flaws. He can be stubborn at times and he often finds himself in situations where his decisions leave others frustrated or angry. But, on the whole, being in a relationship with him is an experience you will never forget.

He's kind and strong, but also passionate and intense. He's always ready to take on new challenges and he never backs down from a fight. Being with him means never knowing what adventure might come next.

Dating him is like dating any other person. You go on dates (walks, picnics, etc.), you cuddle, you laugh, you have intellectual conversations, you cook, you make love. It's just that when dating him, you're dating a legendary Viking warrior, and that changes the dynamics a bit.

He is a gentleman in every way, he treats you with respect and compassion. He will never be unfaithful to the loved one he is with. He is strong and courageous, but also sensitive and vulnerable. His heart is true to the one he is with. He is honest and faithful, loyal and devoted. He is strong enough to protect his loved one, but also kind and protective. He can be fun and lighthearted, but also serious and thoughtful. He is a real treasure.

He has a thing for teasing and loves it when you take over and tease him in the bedroom, making sure he begs and pleads for it until you let him finally release the tension.

He also has a thing for exhibitionism and loves the idea of being watched or having sex in front of a mirror.

He likes to switch it up and be the submissive one sometimes, letting you take control and lead the way.

He also enjoys having you perform for him and put on a sexy show, including showing off your body for him and seducing him with your moves.

He likes you to be a little possessive and jealous, wanting him all to yourself, like a cat marking their territory with a soft bite or a gentle scratch.

Most of all, he likes knowing his partner is enjoying themselves and that he's making you feel good.

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[vikingsarememes]

Ivar: I keep my room pretty clean, except for the trash under my bed.

Sigurd, sleeping on the bottom bunker: honestly fuck you!

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[jadelynlace]

What the Boys of Ink Drinker Drive

Complete with pictures!

Catch up on the AU here.

(This is totally not because my new EMS “probie” is a car-guy.)

Hvitserk:

Toyota Tundra, he’s now a truck guy because every guy at the firehouse drives a truck. He cleans it regularly, and is meticulous with its care, since it’s been instilled in him with the ambulances, and fire engines. He’s considering transferring to the electric version, but can’t quite get past the fact that under the hood, there’s...nothing.

Ivar:

1966 Ford Mustang Fast Back, before his accident. After his accident he drives a Jeep Wrangler, that he’s considering trading it in for one that has a top that folds down.

Ubbe:

1972 426 Hemi Cuda. It’s fast, it’s loud, it's obnoxious. It gives him small dick energy. Fun fact: In this AU, Ubbe is a mechanic, with his own repair shop. He’s good with his hands (respond to that how you see fit).

Bjorn:

Cadillac Escalade. There are condoms in the glove box. 

Sigurd:

Actually Sigurd hates to drive, but when he does he drives a mini cooper. (Special shout out to @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog because for the life of me I could not find something that fit, like she did.) Sometimes though, he takes his Indian. Despite Hvitserk’s harsh words about the dangers of “donor-cycles”.

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[popcorn1989]

15: You can't be serious

Characters: Ivar and Brothers

Warning: Blood, Bad Words

Words: 2003

Look here for the related short stories or for other stories: Here

Ivar sat on a sawed-off tree trunk and watched as Hvitserk and Sigurd fought a duel, with branches. Unfortunately, nothing really exciting had happened so far. Here and there Hvitserk had hit Sigurd, but he had always been very careful. Even Sigurd was careful too, whenever he managed to push Hvitserk away, he would lower the branch after a few minutes and laugh "I win, brother" he always says then. Hvistserk then always looked at Ivar, but he would just shrug his shoulders. - Just hit him right - he always thought to himself, but his brother couldn't read minds. Ubba came up to him and knelt down, fiddling with his shoes and putting them on properly. Ivar was a bit puzzled by this, but if something didn't fit his brother, he had to fix it, it was such a quirk of his.

But just at that moment Sigurd turned in an attack on Hvitserk and saw it, he stopped and raised his arms. Hvitserk was so fast that he could not block his blow and hit him on the back. "Ouch," cried Sigurd, looking at Hvitserk with an angry look. "Don't be like that, it's just branches," said Hvisterk and lifting his branch. "Yes, but it still hurts, you donkey," he shouted and snatched the branch from his hand. He tried to hit him with it, but Hvitserk dodged it and laughed. "Guys, what are you doing?" Ubba spoke and was now fiddling with Ivar's pants. "Awww, brother, I didn't know what you could do with your hands like that" spoke Ivar as he ducked to avoid Ubba's blow to the head, but he still hit and they both started laughing. "I don't understand it, Ubba" spoke Sigurd and threw Hvitserk's branch on the ground. "What don't you understand?" spoke Ubba, but he didn't look at him because he was judging, the vest of Ivar.

"What's that?" - "What?" - "That thing you're doing?" Ubba looked up and stroked Ivar's head, "I'm just taking care of my brother" he spoke and grinned at Ivar. He smiled at his brother as well, he loved it when Sigurd gets jealous and over little things like this. "As soon as he crawls again, everything is crazy again, it's no use at all" - "Then I'll do it again" Ubba spoke and frowned "What's wrong with you today?" asked Ubba and put his hands in front of his hips in folds, he slightly raised his head to give expression to his question. "He wanted to be with the slave today, but mother forbade it" spoke Hvitserk, who had moved away from Sigurd and was relieving himself by a bush. "Ah, that says it all" Ubba grinning broadly. Ivar didn't understand a word, not that he couldn't follow the conversation, he didn't understand what it had to do with him. But with Sigurd there was never really any reason for that.

Sigurd picked up the branch and threw it to Ivar, he caught it and looked questioningly at him. Hvisterk wiped his hands on his pants and looked from one to the other. "Weren't we going hunting?" Sigurd shook his head. "Of course! Leave Ivar alone" He walked up to his angry brother and was about to reach for the branch in his hand when Sigurd struck. Hvitserk staggered backwards and held his forehead, "Have you gone completely mad now?" yelled Ubba and ran to his injured brother. Sigurd looked a bit startled when he realized what he had done. "Are you okay? Hvitserk is everything okay?" asked Ivar worriedly.

He threw the branch aside and dropped from the tree trunk and crawled to his brother, he put a hand on his shoe, when he looked up, a drop of blood fell into his face. He let go of the shoe and wiped, the drop of blood from his face and looked at his finger. Ivar didn't know how, but his anger was instant, he formed a fist and sat up. "Come here, you bastard. You goat, you stupid piece of shit!" screamed Ivar at the top of his lungs. He watched with pleasure as Sigurd's face turned red with rage. But he was stopped by Ubba, who wanted to take care of Hvitserk. The latter had sat down behind Ivar. Ivar licked his teeth, ready to fight. "Don't do that, we're not on the training ground here" he spoke quietly to Sigurd, "Anyone could come by and see it, or mother. Think what she would do if you give Ivar even the slightest scratch" - "That's exactly what I mean" Sigurd spoke, keeping eye contact with the evil grinning Ivar. Ubba now whispered to Sigurd so softly that Ivar didn't understand, he's narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Let it go, Ivar, it's just a little scratch" Hvitserk spoke behind him, he turned around and saw his brother still holding his forehead, he had his head on his chest and didn't look up. - No, I can see it still hurts you - Ivar thought to himself and his anger, like a heated iron, came back to him. "But I won't be insulted" Sigurd now spoke loudly and looked at Ivar again "Not by a cripple, someone who can't even get his own dick up" Ivar spat in his direction, his spit, stuck to Sigurd's top and made its way down. Ubba looked at Ivar with a - You're serious? - look, and had to brace himself against Sigurd as he tried to attack Ivar. "Leave it" Ubba spoke loudly and pushed his brother backwards a little bit. Ivar started laughing, but Ubba looked at him again with that look, but he was just having too much fun teasing his brother. "Leave it, go inside, do your favorite thing" - "Yes Sigurd, go inside and jerk off, no one would touch you voluntarily" Ivar spoke and laughed. "At least I can, unlike you, you, impotent cripple".

Ivar wouldn't have thought it, but he got angrier and looked around, he grabbed a stone near him and was about to throw it, when Hvitserk's bloody hand closed around the stone. "Leave it, think of our plan" he whispered to Ivar, he looked into the bloody face, of his brother, he turned around and without thinking he shouted "YOU WILL BURN" he looked into the face of Ubba who had placed himself in front of Sigurd. He raised his eyebrows and only briefly raised his hands.

Sigurd took a step to the side and looked at him in disbelief, there was a long uncomfortable silence, only the birds dared to be loud. Ivar looked to the ground and heard Hvitserk breathing heavily behind him, as if shocked, then he stood up. "I... I'm going to see mother, so she can take care of my wound...so.... I'll be off" he only spoke and left. Ivar looked after him, his brother shook his head and threw the stone he had taken from him on the ground, Ubba came up to him and squatted in front of him "You can't be serious" he shook his head gently "What did I do to you?"

Ivar was confused for a moment, he frowned and shook his head, pointing at Sigurd "I mean that bastard there" he spoke angrily. He saw Sigurd, holding the branch in his hands, tighten his grip and his nostrils go up and down. "Try it you leg loose donkey" he spoke, grinning widely. "You can't even walk, so how are you going to kill me?" - "I just told you" Ivar spoke and gritted his teeth "Hey, enough now" Ubba yelled and stood up "Cut it out, no one is killing anyone here, is that clear!" he looked from Sigurd to Ivar "Is that clear?"  Ivar put his head to the left and right and pulled up his nose, he nodded very slightly. "No one will be burned" he grabbed Ivar, by the back of his head "No one, is that clear" Ivar looked into the blue eyes of Ubba "Or do I have to tell mother that her own sons want to kill themselves?" Ivar shook his head, he didn't feel like having a conversation with mother.

"Leave those statements Ivar" Ubba spoke in a low and serious tone, but did not let go of him "If I hear something like that from you again, I can be quite different" again Ivar nodded "Leave him alone, all he can do is swear and make threats, what else is he going to do all day" Ubba let go of Ivar turned to Sigurd and pointed his finger at him "And you stop insulting him and going on and on like this. Go and see Hvitserk, see what you have done to your brother" he spoke angrily, Ivar saw the color drain from Sigurd's face. "Tell mother what you did, apologize for it" - Again he does - Ivar thought to himself - Again he tries to keep us together -

Ivar started to grin when he saw Sigurd looking intimidated to the ground, "Let's call off the hunt. I don't feel like doing anything with you anymore" Ubba spoke, slowly moving away. Ivar looked at Sigurd and pointed at him, then with his hands he pictured a fire. He grinned wickedly as he pointed at Sigurd again, he saw his brother's face change abruptly, he ran up to Ivar and hit him with the branch. Sigurd hit him on the head, just like Hvitserk, and he fell to the side. He held his forehead as he lay on his back, then he felt a blow in the pit of his stomach.

He looked at Sigurd who had thrown the branch aside, he was now sitting on one knee next to him and his raised fist, rushed down, right into his face. He cried out as the pain went through his lower jaw, Ubba turned at the cry and ran towards the two. He grabbed Sigurd's wrist and shoved him off of Ivar. "Are you out of your mind?" he yelled, stepping over Ivar and shoving Sigurd again, "What did I just tell you?" the loud voice of Ubba, made Sigurd grow small. Ubba stood so close to him that their faces touched.

Ivar sat up, wiped his bleeding forehead and smiled, this time it wasn't him who was yelled at by Ubba. "He provoked it" Sigurd spoke quietly, "I don't give a shit. Don't react to it" Ubba's voice was now calm but low, a sign that he was ready to fight "He wants to kill me" Sigurd really tried everything to explain his action. "If you don't go in right now, I'll beat the crap out of you" Sigurd didn't have to be asked twice. He walked past Ivar, but he did not look at him again. Ubba, on the other hand, looked at Ivar angrily.

Ivar's grin vanished instantly, and he looked down at his hands as Ubba approached him. "Same thing every time. Your shit makes me sick," he spoke, Ivar looked up, "Do you need a healer?" Ubba was so fast in front of him that Ivar flinched briefly, he grabbed the injured chin and squeezed. "Pull yourself together, you're not a little kid anymore," he let go of the chin with a jerk, causing Ivar's head to fly to the side for a moment. "I was in the right, Ubba". - "And so what, stop your threats" Ubba's voice was so low that a brief shiver ran down Ivar's spine as he watched Ragnar come out of the great hall.

He watched as Ubba walked past his father, he shook his head before looking back at Ivar one more time, then he disappeared. Ivar sat quietly, his forehead bloody, thinking hard about how he could take revenge on Sigurd without feeling Ubba's wrath. Ragnar, picked up a small stick and stopped by him and then grinned, pointing the stick at Ivar face "Did you fight with the frog?" Ivar narrowed his eyes in disbelief and looked after his father as he stalked off.    

End

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[fandom-postss]

Vikings OC Fanfic

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[oridwalin]

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[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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[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Three

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count: 1482

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

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You weren’t too sure what to expect when Ragnar said they would show you hospitality, but this was definitely something alright. You’d been given a dress that fit into the time period a bit better and made you stick out less than you had before. well, that was if you ignored the fact your hair was completely different from everyone else and everyone, but the Ragnarsson’s took at least three steps back whenever you approached.

When his brothers realised Ivar had been sneaking in to talk to you their protests began, “That’s not fair!”

“Why didn’t you tell us she could understand us?”

“Why did she talk to you and not us?”

You didn’t even feel the need to mention he’d bribed you with food. Ivar was good enough at arguing for himself. meanwhile as they bickered at the dinner table Bjorn sat at the other end staring at you the whole time. it defiantly wasn’t completely unsettling. Ragnar meanwhile was asking you a million questions you didn’t know how to answer.

“So how does a lighter work?”

“A spark happens when you press down and lights the gas,” you tried to explain while you ate your stew.

Ragnar nodded as he thought it over, “I think I understand. But what is a gas?”

“Uh…”  you said but Bjorn cut you off, effectively silencing everyone at the same time.

“How do we know you’re not a witch?” he said making Ivar roll his eyes and for once Ubbe and Ivar seemed to agree with something.

“If she was a witch surely, she would’ve escaped by now?” Ubbe sighed.

“Besides,” Hvitserk said, cheeks pink from his fourth glass of mead, “She’s far too pretty to be a witch,” he said, throwing a wink your way making your own cheeks heat up. The way Ivar glared at Hvitserk though put you on edge.

It was Sigurd turn to roll his eyes at his brother, “You’re a pig. And besides she hasn’t done anything. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”

“If anyone is going to do that it will be Ivar,” Ubbe said so nonchalantly you felt your jaw drop.

Especially when Ivar chimed in, “This is true,”

You could see the growing annoyance on Bjorn’s face as his younger brothers had their petty fights, something you would soon have to get used to. Clearly Aslaug was used to it however as she sank more into her wine. You had to admit the wine at least was nice. “I don’t know how I can earn your trust Bjorn, but I swear on my life I didn’t come to hurt anyone,”

You half expected him to laugh or roll his eyes at you but instead he cocked his head to the side, “Who told you, my name?”

You watched as everyone paused what they were doing to turn to look at you. “How did you know any of our names?” Sigurd asked.

You debated lying, saying Ivar told you but you didn’t feel like that was a good hole to dig. Instead, you swallowed hard, “Well everyone knows your name. you’re Bjorn ironside. Son of Ragnar. The Ragnarssons are famous,” you tried to say it nonchalantly while being very aware each one of them had a knife or axe.

However, flattery seemed to work, “And me as well?” Ragnar asked, a spark behind his eyes, “After all I am Ragnar Lodbrok,” he said making his sons all roll their eyes.

“Well of course. there are legends about you. they write tv shows about your lives,”

They all seemed so proud of themselves, even Aslaug had a smile behind her cup. You felt satisfied with your excuse until Bjorn asked, “What is a tv show?”

“Uh…”

-

Later that night Ivar showed you to a room that looked far less like a prison than the one you’d been in before. “We’ve got your-whatever these are,” Ubbe said as he and Sigurd walked into the room with a bag each and Hvitserk came in behind them with a flagon of wine.

“They’re just bags,” you said as you took them and moved to sit on the makeshift bed they had.

Privacy clearly wasn’t a thing here as all four boys sat down and began passing the wine around, “What’s in that one?” Sigurd asked, pointing to your guitar case.

You opened it and pulled it out, “Is it some kind of lute?” Hvitserk asked but you could see Sigurd was the keenest.

“I guess?” you said, placing it on your lap and gently strumming the strings, “It’s called a guitar,”

“Play us something?” Ubbe asked before taking a swig out the wine.

You sighed as you looked at the strings and tried to think of a song before your fingers found the strings and you began to strum.

“I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night,

Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife,” you began to sing Taylor swift softly as you played Willow. All four boys seemed mesmerised as you sang and even Ivar stayed quiet until the last night, “I’m begging for you to take my hand,

Wreck my plans, that’s my man,” you finished, placing your hand over the strings and looking up to finally meet their eyes.

“That was beautiful,” Sigurd said, “Did you write that?”

“Yes,” you said without thinking. After all a little white lie never hurt? Besides its not like Taylor would know or anyone could prove you wrong, “Yes I did,”

“You’re very talented,” Ubbe said, passing you the wine.

You looked at it sceptically before finally taking a drink. It’s not like they’d need to poison you anyway. You were already screwed. You all began to drink and laugh the night away as you played a few more songs on the guitar, even letting the boys try have a shot. What you didn’t see however was Bjorn standing beside the door to your room, smiling softly whenever you sang.

-

 The next day Ubbe offered to give you a tour of Kattegat so you could get to know the place. “This is the market,” he said as a little girl ran away from you to her mother making you bite back a laugh, “Sorry about that. They’ll be less frightened of you soon,”

You chuckled at his words making a smile stretch on his face, “Its ironic. Out of everyone here I’m the least frightening one,”

“I don’t know so much,” he said. You narrowed your eyes at him with a curious smile making him chuckle, “Weve never met anyone like you. you are so…” he paused searching for the right word,” rare,”

“That’s the nicest thing I think someone has ever said to me,” you said.

Ubbe gave you a soft smile as he led you around the stalls. You tried to refuse it, but he did buy you a knife, promising to show you how to use it just encase. Even the way he insisted made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

As you were walking around the market you did bump into someone. “Bjorn!” Ubbe called to his brother who wore an uncomfortably stoic look as he walked over. “I was just showing her round Kattegat,”

Bjorn nodded, his eyes scanning your frame, “Good. Can’t have you getting lost now, can we? Think my father might have a fit if we lost you,” something about the way his eyes studied you had a heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“I hope all his questions don’t bother you,” Ubbe said, giving you a sorry smile.

It was true that every conversation with Ragnar was like an interrogation. He wanted to know everything you could tell him about the future and honestly you didn’t know how to explain how a television worked. “I don’t mind. Its sweet,” you said making them both chuckle, “What?”

“Most people would not describe my father as sweet,” Bjorn said, a smile finally cracked onto his lips.

“She’s also friends with Ivar so she may not be fully right in the head,” Ubbe teased.

“Ivars not that bad,” you rolled your eyes, but both their eyes seemed to bulge out their skulls, “He’s a lot nicer when people aren’t constantly picking on him,” you half joked though you did hate how they teased him. especially Sigurd who whenever Ivar wasn’t around was kind but whenever he walked into the room you could cut the air with a knife.

Ubbe just tutted at you, “Oh you have much to learn sweet, foolish, girl. It’s a good thing we found you when we did,” You did your best to roll your eyes and blow him off but for the rest of the day you found your mind wandering. What would it be like to date a Viking?

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[thelirofnorthlands]

A little appreciation for the most lovely couple in Vikings 🥰

Helga and Floki ❤️

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[tryingtoremembermyname]

« i wish i wasn’t so angry all the time. »

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[undiscovered-horizon]

🙌🙌🙌🙌 Just read the one you did for me and holy shit, you are such a good writer 😭❤❤ now if it is okay I am going to do angst or on the verge of angst. One with the ragnarsson family ( both female and Male, maybe even ragnars brother if that is okay?). Their reaction if you got seriously injured maybe even dies when they left their house/town for like an raid??? ❤❤❤

Vikings preference: You get injured while they're gone

Ragnar On the outside, he appears relatively calm and collected, asking you what exactly happened. Once he makes sure you're alright in general terms, he goes out to search for whoever did this to you. Tells them that if they have a dispute with him, they could have simply talked to him but now that they have committed to a violent way, Ragnar challenges them to a duel. Fairly obviously, he wins but decides to spare the offender and instead of taking their life, he takes one of their limbs. Having children with him wouldn't really influence his actions, only the severity of his anger and the damage he does to the culprit.

Bjorn He's seething. Bjorn is very well aware that because of who he is, there are many people out there who don't need any more reason beyond that to spill blood. Apparently, if they can't spill his, yours is just fine. His method of solving the problem is finding whoever did this to you, dragging them out of their house, making a huge scene with an exalted speech, only to kill them in one strike in the end. Until you're alright, and he's very sceptical about your assurance, he visits you during the day but never lingers for too long. Bjorn think he should be out there to catch any scheme in the making. If you have a son of age, Bjorn will take his anger out on him partially: the boy was, after all, told to look after you when his father can't. But if you have smaller children, he's definitely not letting them out of his sight for the next month or so. Also prohibits them from spending time with strangers, just in case.

Ubbe Being a prince, part of him expected something like this to happen, so he's not exactly surprised but still, he thought people had more respect towards him and his family. No matter the severity of your injury, he's off to have a 'stern talk' with the offender, which means more or less that he's going to beat them within an inch of their life while making very believable threats of what happens should they try something like that again. Until you get better, only Ragnarok itself can force him to leave your side. But if you have children, the scale is tipped instantaneously and he's not afraid to decrease the population of Kattegat. He's very family-oriented, so a threat towards his offspring is a threat towards him personally.

Hvitserk Grabs Ubbe to get the problem 'sorted out' which comes down to Ubbe holding down the culprit and Hvitserk going absolutely berserk on them. If anyone asks, neither of them knows what happened. Suspiciously, the culprit themself doesn't speak up about how they got beaten nearly to death. Despite the suspicious obliviousness, everyone and anyone who once wished ill will on you are having second thoughts. If you have old enough children, he considers that 'incident' a sign to start teaching them to fight.

Sigurd More baffled than angry. Out of all the Ragnarsons, he's the least notorious, so why in Gods' names did someone specifically go after you? He figures that the offence wasn't really aimed at him but rather at his entire family and the culprit went for whoever was the easiest target. Which doesn't really make him feel any better: you got seriously hurt by random chance, only because you decided to settle down with him and you, apparently, were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Depending on how severe your injuries are, he's willing to ask Ubbe and Hvitserk to join him in going after the culprit. After that is dealt with, he begins seriously considering moving away from Kattegat. If you have children, he both decides it's time to teach them to fight but if you have a son, he's going to get the short end of the stick: Sigurd will constantly remind him that when he's gone, it's your son's responsibility to defend you.

Ivar He may be a deranged individual but he's not stupid, so he doesn't storm off to fight the offender in a duel - Ivar knows his chances are slim at best. So he thinks of a perfect ruse, something that would lure the culprit into their own demise. It, quite obviously, ends up working and all of Kattegat gets to marvel at his horrendous and yet impressive genius. Whoever dared to raise their hand against you is not publicly begging for death as some of the bravest men around grimace in disgust. The message to his enemies should be considered received. For most of his life, he was quite convinced he couldn't have children so when he finally has them, he's horribly protective of them. And that means his ruse becomes slightly more unhinged.

Aslaug She can't retaliate in an equally violent way but that doesn't really matter - she has her own way of making life Hell for the offender. Aslaug exiles them publically, making sure that all of Kattegat heard about their wrongdoings. As a queen, she can go even a step further and ensure that all of Norway knows what they had done and no family or jarl will ever give them shelter.

Lagertha Publicly promises to kill them but not before a fair trial. It's not really about justice but rubbing their punishment in - in other words, she follows the way of the Gods to make sure that the culprit goes through absolute torture in this life and the next one. Once the verdict is announced, she spares no time in driving her sword through their chest. Similarly to Ragnar, having children doesn't really influence her choice of actions but only how much anger she expresses and the unsavoury language she uses.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Cuddling them out of nowhere

Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.

Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.

Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.

Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.

Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.

Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?

Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.

Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.

Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.

Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.

Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.

Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

How would Vikings react to Ivar being remembered?

summary: it's in the title :)

notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death

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Ragnar

Pretends he always knew (eugh he’s such a bitch ong)

Nooo I would never set my son out in the wild… meeee? No wayyy…

He takes credit for it for his ‘great parenting’ and ‘legend genetics’

If Ivar had any legend genetics, they came from aslaug

Aslaug

Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears

Aslaug actually always knew

She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?

“I knew since I was five years old.” (truth)

Lagertha

Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?

Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)

Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy

She’s in the fame biz

Bjorn

Bro throws a toddler tantrum

He will literally stomp the ground

“That’s not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!” (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)

So so bitter about it (he deserves that)

Ubbe

Ubbe’s smoking weed in America with Floki

He does not care

“That’s just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? I’d admire the person who found a continent. Idk, that’s just me though.”

Gets over it the fastest

Literally just thinks that it’s so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues

Hvitserk

Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesn’t have to get over anything

Just kinda shrugs, he’s too busy worrying about his own legacy

What’s he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?

Yeah, bro’s kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive

Sigurd

Don’t tell him

For your own safety

Will kill you and then himself

Ivar

Don’t tell him either

Never lets anyone hear the end of it

So so so annoying for a silly little guy

He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all

Floki

Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW

Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)

He’s a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if we’re talking about tv show Vikings)

Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar

Ecbert

So mad he didn’t have a bigger impact on ivar

Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??

He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes aren’t enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.

Gets sad drunk over it way too long

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[incorrectvikings]

Ivar: I am a very bad person. I am a very, very bad person. I am a horrible person.

Bjorn:

Ubbe:

Hvitserk:

Sigurd:

Ivar: “No you’re not, Ivar! We still love you, Ivar!”

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[popcorn1989]

6: I train you, Brother

Characters: Ivar and Brothers

Warning: Blood

Words: 2116

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He was staring at the red blossom on the bark of the great tree, that Ubba had fixed there, his right hand had drawn the bowstring and his arm was beginning to vibrate slowly, from being lost in thought. Ivar narrowed his eyes, because it seemed to him, that the flower was beginning to dance in front of his eyes. The clash of swords could be heard behind him, Sigurd and Hvitserk engaged in a duel. The loud clang of metal made his concentration dwindle more and more.

He only cared if Hvitserk would score and soon hear a scream from Sigurd. "Ivar, keep your elbow higher," said Ubba, who was standing next to him, probably having lost patience and unable to remain silent any longer. He had watched Ivar to make sure, he was holding the bow correctly and waited for Ivar to finally let go of the arrow. Ivar shook his head briefly to clear his thoughts. "You're not in it," said Ubba, raising his right elbow a little. He walked around Ivar and looked over his shoulder. "Not like that," he said, and when he was on the other side he moved the bow, slightly to the right. "You would have completely missed your target."

Ivar lowered the bow and looked at Ubba with his blue eyes, "If you wouldn't intervene all the time, I would have hit the target long ago" - "I was waiting for you to shoot the whole time, but when you aimed, not much happened after that, except you stare at your target, your arm gets tired and starts to tremble, it's just a flower, nothing can happen" - Ubba looked at the other two, who had stopped dueling and grinned easy. Ivar, not knowing what was going on behind his back, imagining the grimaces of his other brothers, only shook his head slightly: "Leave him alone, maybe today is not his day," said Hvitserk, appearing next to Ivar and took the bow and arrow from him, without asking and aimed at the flower, the arrow flew fast and pierced the red flower and bark so hard it got caught on the bark.

He grinned at Ivar and went to the tree to get the arrow. Ivar cocked his head, braggart - he thought to himself, when he heard Sigurd's voice, "We shouldn't have taken him with us. What should he learn, he's just a cripple," said Sigurd. Ivar watched Hvitserk before looking around for the first time. He was jealous of his brothers, they really had set up a nice practice site here, and he was only allowed to be here now. "He's our brother, he might not be like you, Sigurd. But he is strong and can still learn a lot” - “I don't think running is part of it, is it?” said Sigurd and walked away from them, laughing. Ivar saw Ubba grimace and pinch Ivar's shoulder as he walked behind his brother.

Hvitserk had just turned and was walking towards Ivar to hand the bow back to him, but he paused for a moment at Sigurd's statement. He gave Ivar that sympathetic look again. Before he went to Ivar and gave him back his bow and arrow. "Don't worry, Ivar. He's an idiot and always will be," said Hvitserk, who watches as Ivar turns around on the fallen log he was sitting on to face his other brothers. The two were now standing a little further away and arguing a bit, but they were too far away to hear it. But both turned to him and Hvitserk from time to time. Ivar's face hardened, but Hvitserk put a hand on his shoulder and sat spread-legged on the log to face Ivar.

"I know, you would hit the target, you just have to focus. Which one of us is the best at flipping coins? You always hit the bucket of water, but we didn't. And you even surpassed Floki, and he's the best in the whole village" Ivar looked from Sigurd to Hvitserk and grinned, "You mean, I'm the best in the village now" His brother started to grin widely and his eyes sparkled. "Yes, you are the best." Of all his brothers, Ivar liked Hvitserk the most, he always made him feel loved no matter how he was. But then, Ivar saw the hateful face of Sigurd, who was about to open the drinking pouch. Ivar grinned wickedly and before Hvitserk could react, he pulled on the bowstring and the arrow flew, the drinking pouch exploding in Sigurd's face and the arrow getting stuck in a tree nearby.

Sigurd and Ubba dodged at the same time, Hvitserk had tried so hard to stop him, but he wasn't fast enough, he was lying on Ivar's lap, had snatched the bow from his hand and looked at his brothers, in shock. "Are you crazy?" Sigurd screamed and drew his sword, that was hanging from his belt, but he was grabbed by the arm from Ubba. What amazed Ivar even more was, that Hvitserk had jumped up and grabbed the sword, he had been leaning against the tree log before and was now standing protectively in front of Ivar. He couldn't help a wicked grin as his brothers defended him. "Well done, Ivar," Hvitserk said, grinning at Sigurd's wet and angry face. Ubba couldn't help but laugh and gave Ivar a respectful nod. "When you said, you wanted to practice, were you lying or not, little brother?" Ivar nodded, briefly the exercises with Floki appeared in front of his eyes. "Oh, do what you want," said Sigurd angrily and threw the sword on the ground in front of him and wiped his face with his hand.

"Can't you take any more jokes?" Ivar asked, licking his lips before grinning. "I'm not going to teach him anything. Why should I, he will never stand and fight on a battlefield, he will suckle at mother's breast like a toddler.” Ivar's grin faded, and he was about to say something nasty, when Ubba raised his hand. "You don't have to do anything, Sigurd, you don't have to be here either. You can go home and make music like the washerwomen.” Now Sigurd looked at Ubba angrily, he took a few steps towards him and for a brief moment you could feel the anger on your skin, that filled the air. Ubba was older, stronger, and none of the brothers had dared to mess with him before. But Ivar was so excited, he couldn't even sit still. He even slapped Hvitserk on the hip to make him take a few steps to the side, so he could see better. But he was disappointed, when Sigurd just walked past Ubba and grazed him with his shoulder. It wasn't long before Sigurd galloped away, on his white stallion.

"So what do we do now?" Ubba asked the group. "I will train him," Hvitserk said, picking up Sigurd's sword. He gave it to Ivar, who took it proudly but inside, he was a bit scared, he had told Ubba, that he had practice with the sword but that was a lie. Floki had only taught him ax throwing and archery, yes defense with an ax or a dagger, but that was very different from a sword. He weighed the sword in his hand and was amazed, how heavy it was. He glanced at the blade's reflective surface as he saw Hvitserk's reflection in it, only because of that, he was able to react quickly. Ivar looked up and threw himself from the tree log as Hvitserk attacked him with a right sword swing. The point of the sword caught his upper arm before he hit the ground. Ivar looked up startled and Hvitserk, who also looked at him startled too. "I… I didn't want that. I thought...' He looked at Ubba, who was standing there just as startled, and slowly walked towards Ivar. "I thought...I thought you learned that."

Ivar sat up and studied Hvitserk's face before glancing at Ubba, who was anxiously examining his bleeding wound. At the sight of the two, he had to laugh. "It's not funny, it could have ended very badly! You shouldn't have lied,” Ubba said seriously, pulling him closer to emphasize his point, but Ivar just kept laughing. "Do you think, we wouldn't have taken you if you were telling the truth?" Ubba asked and released him again, his wide eyes looking at the laughing Ivar, who was sitting there, arm bleeding, laughing like a madman. His face changed to a worried one as he looked at Hvitserk. He, too, came closer and put a hand on Ivar's shoulder. "I'll train you, brother," he said, now grinning too at the sight of Ivar, who had stopped laughing and was now grinning at him. Ivar looked from Hvitserk to Ubba, who was still struggling with his wound. "Oh, stop it, it's nothing. And instead of worrying, you could praise me." Ubba looked up from his wound and narrowed his eyes. "Please what? Praise? For almost losing an arm?”

Ivar raised an eyebrow and grinned widely. "No, give me credit for dodging so well," he said, now grinning at Hvitserk, who turned and made an annoyed noise. "Let's train, brother! I'll be better than you soon.” Ivar said and waited for an answer from him. Ubba exhaled deeply as he stood up and put his hands on his hips: "It's a long day. But let me see your wound first....." - "No, that's nothing. A little scratch, Hvitserk has a really pathetic punch, like a woman,” Ivar said, watching Hvitserk closely with his blue eyes. He knew if he really wanted to train, he had to be prepared for anything with his brothers. "I won't spare you," Hvitserk said, turning to him with a grin. "I hope so," Ivar said quietly.

As the day drew to a close, Ivar was sweating and out of breath, but he watched Hvitserk slink back and forth in front of him. He glanced at Ubba, who was lying on the ground, eating an apple, his eyes turned to the sky, and he moved his head oddly, as if hearing a melody in his mind. "So Ivar, now it's getting serious, I think I've taught you enough," Hvitserk said, also out of breath, but he still had more strength than Ivar and that annoyed him. At his words, Ubba sat up and watched the two.

Hvitserk grimaced and swiped at Ivar like the last time he hit him. He could see it to his right and was able to parry, Hvitserk's sword slamming into his sword, which felt better in his hand now. Hvitserk took a step back and made a movement from above, his sword crashing into Ivar's sword he was holding in front of him. The point of the sword caught Ivar's cheek, leaving a small scratch. His brother looked at him briefly in surprise, but Ivar just grinned and knocked Hvitserk's sword aside, now holding his sword to his neck. Ubba narrowed his eyes. Hvitserk bit his bottom lip as he took a step back and grinned, then attacked again, left-right punches without mercy, but Ivar was able to parry those too and waited for the right moment. When Hvitserk got close enough, he grabbed his arm and Ivar had no trouble turning him around. As he did so, he dropped his sword, drew the small knife, he wore on his belt, and put it at his brother's throat.

"I win," he said in Hvitserk's ear and grinned. "Good, played Ivar. I have to hand it to you, that was quick and sneaky,” Hvitserk said and laughed. Ivar grinned evilly and let go of his brother, who moved away from him and massaged his arm. Ivar was about to put the knife away, when something hard and wet hit his head. He saw the bitten apple fall to the ground, and his eyes fell on Ubba, who had stood up. "Not really played fair, but smart, I have to admit," he said, smiling. "Enough for today, let's go" - "Next time, will you take me with you again? Or am I no longer allowed if Sigurd wants to come with you?” asked Ivar and put the knife away. "Sigurd calms down, you know him," said Ubba as he approached him. "You're a fast learner, and I see no reason, why you can't come along." Ivar was smiling too now, feeling like he belonged for the first time in his life. "Besides, how am I supposed to train you if you're not with me?" Hvitserk asked, already packing things up. He turned to Ivar and raised his eyebrows.

End

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