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touchoflaughter · 5 months

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Little Secrets

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

Summary: It's one of those typical dinner table talks between the Ragnarssons when troublemaker Ivar chooses violence over peace again. So Björn decides to step in and put him in his place. Again.

Ticklish!Ivar ; Lers/Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd

sfw nsfw

words: 2364

Warning: This is a TickleFic! Noncon tickling & vulgar language (It’s pretty mean, folks) If that's not your thing I suggest you to skip this one.

"You gotta be kidding!", Ivar chuckled while taking the jug of mead right in front of him.

"Come and think about it, this makes sense.", Ubbe took another bite from his chicken drumstick while making a pensive face.

"Halfdan? I really can't imagine him with another man.", Sigurd shook his head. "The very thought fills me with nausea."

"Calm down! What's wrong with preferring men over women?", Björn looked around one. "He's nothing less of a fierce Norseman."

"Do you want to confess something to us, too?", Ivar stimulated his eldest brother with a sassy grin.

"Funny.", Björn countered, with a drained look on his face. He was so over his youngest brothers attitude.

"I agree with Björn on this one. Halfdan is a great man who had our back quite a few times.", Hvitserk acceded.

"I don't know. Still seems weird to me.", Sigurd shook his head disapprovingly.

"Oh come one Sigurd, don't make a fool out of yourself.", Ivar darted a knowing look towards his older brother who just wanted to continue eating but paused at his words.

"What?", Sigurd looked at his brother with Irritation.

"We all know you like men. No need to hide it.", Ivar grinned and pointed at Sigurds lute that's always right by his side. "I mean you even compose sentimental ballads and I definitely didn't miss that one time you went to the tanners apprentice for him to quickly fix your coat, only for you to get back home with your shirt the wrong way up.

The whole table turned silent for a few seconds, everyone paused in their movements. Sigurd threw an angry look at his younger brother, who was the only one to continue eating as if nothing happened.

"Cut the bullshit! He also fixed my shirt, that's why!", Sigurd banged his fist on the table. Everyone continued eating, trying not to get involved into the two wranglers fight.

"A likely story!", Ivar couldn't stifle an amused laughter. "Just so you know, I got loads of problems with you but being homosexual is none of them. So calm down."

Sigurds head has turned deeply red when he continued eating his soup in a tensed way. "You're crazy."

"I shouldn't have told you about it.", Björn regretted his decision already. "What did I even think would happen?"

"Well it was quite obvious what would happen.", Ubbe laughed, looking at his younger brothers, one eating his soup in silence, the other satisfied with how everything went.

"I hope all of you know this information is just between the five of us.", the eldest instructed with a serious look.

"What exactly? Halfdans homosexuality or the shirt fixing thing that means nothing?", Ivar continued making digs at Sigurd who looked up immediately. It was way too easy to trigger him.

"Shut your mouth!", Sigurd impulsively threw the carving knife towards Ivar, who only just managed to dodge it. The youngest chuckled, as if the sharp weapon didn't get stuck in the wooden armrest, right where his forearm has been seconds before. "Poor Sigurd, are you mad now? Go make up for it by writing an angry poem or- well I guess you know an even better option."

"You clearly don't know when to stop.", Ubbe tried to enter shallow water again. "Sigurd you need to lern how to ignore his teasing."

"Why are you like this, Ivar?", Björn sighed like a failed parent who gave up long ago.

The youngest continued eating in satisfaction with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

"Oh you think it's funny to torment every living being around you?", Björn leaned forward, looking at Ivar directly. "Probably you need to taste your own medicine in order for you to stop harassing others."

The three brothers scouted the scene when Ivar put his fork aside and returned Björns look bored. "Go on. Your poor treasury of words and repartee isn't able to match mine anyway."

Björn dabbed his mouth with a napkin before he got up and walked towards his brother who slowly began to realise, the eldest had no interest in talking it out.

"All of that is just warm words, little brother. You always forget you're pretty disadvantaged when the time of talking is over.", Björn looked down at Ivar, who didn't seem to be frightened at all.

"Calm down. You know that's just how he is.", Hvitserk tried to comfort Björn, aligning himself with Ivar as usual.

"Yeah don't beat him up just because of a few meaningless words.", Ubbe agreed with Hvitserk, being the arbiter once again.

"I don't mind you teaching him a lesson.", Sigurd leaned backwards, eyeing the scene gleefully. "He totally deserves it."

"Coward.", Ivar hissed at him, before looking up to Björn, who was still glancing down at him. But something in his expression has changed. He seemed to have a plan. Ivar swallowed hard and started considering how he'd make it out alive without eating his words.

"Hit me already! I won't apologise for telling the truth!", Ivar leaned backwards with his guard down, hoping his brothers pride will prevent him from beating up an unarmed cripple.

"You sneaky rascal. You know damn well I'd never be able to hit you, looking like this.", Björn grinned down at him, knowing exactly Ivar acts helpless on purpose.

"That's a low trick Ivar! Just take it like a man!", Sigurd commented, disappointed with how things were going.

"You two! Cut it out!", Ubbe instructed, having enough of that bunfight. "And you, Sigurd! Stop being a chicken-hearted shit and face him yourself!"

Everyones but Ivar's jar fell. Ubbe hardly uses foul language and he also rarely chooses Ivars side.

The youngest started cackling at his words, approving with his second eldest brother for the first time in forever. Hvitserk had to stifle an amused grin as well when Björn turned back towards Ivar: "You're lucky Ubbe decided to come to your relieve. Are you going to behave now?"

Ivar gave a snarky laugh, feeling too secure for his own good again: "Since when is telling the truth a misbehaviour?"

"Ivaaaar.", Björn sighed his name long-drawn-out with a tortured undertone. "Don't do this to yourself."

"Do what?", the youngest asked confusedly. "You gotta face the fact, you can't do shit, brother. And now go back to your seat and let me finish my plate!"

"That was a mistake.", Hvitserk murmured when the youngest continued eating as if nothing happened.

Then, all of a sudden, Ivar was bowled over and fell from his chair to the ground. Before anyone realised what was happening, Björn swooped down on Ivar, who laid flat on his back, gasping under the weight of his gigantic brother.

Right when the youngest opened his mouth to let off steam, a high pitched scream came out of his throat, followed by forced, loud laughter. The remaining brothers needed a moment to understand what was going on: Björn tackled Ivar to the ground and instantly started a rigorous tickle attack!

Everyone of them knows about this big weakness of their little brother. Even though they take advantage of it quite often, the youngest goes bright red with shame whenever he finds himself in this vulnerable position. Somehow it doesn't stop him from being a bratty bully and he also seems to forget about that effective punishment whenever he decides to make fun of one of his brothers.

"Björn have mercy with him!", Hvitserk tried to drown Ivars hysterical laughter out.

"Kill him!", Sigurd encouraged their eldest brother, looking down at the Ivar who was laughing and screaming uncontrollably. Björn dug right into his upper ribs, one of the killer spots. Ivar tried to curse and threaten through his laughter but he didn't manage to form at least one coherent word.

Ubbe, who tried to decide wether this was funny or serious, watched the scene with a little smile playing on his lips. "Easy, Björn! You know he can't handle it well."

"That's the whole point!", Björn grinned in a devilish way while getting his younger brothers hands out of the way by pinning them above his head. "Sigurd come help me with this little rascal!"

There was no need for him to repeat that. Sigurd bounced from his chair and placed himself immediately in front of Björn to keep Ivars strong arms in place. Now Björn had both his hands to tickle the crap out of his stubborn brother, who wasn't able to defend himself the tiniest bit.

Ivar, who had a short break while the positions were changing, was hopping mad at his brothers. He couldn't help but giggle during his threat, due to the previous tickling anyways: "Gehet off! Don't touch me Sigurd! You gutless cohoward! This is nohot fahair!! Björn you piehiece of- wait what- NO!"

Ivar paused his cursing when his oldest brother pulled up his shirt, revealing the youngest toned upper body. Björn started squeezing into Ivars strong obliques, enjoying him freaking out about it: "FUHUCKERS!! AHAHAHA I HAHATEE YOUHUHU! NOHOAHAHAHA!" He tried to press his lips together, to not give them any satisfaction, but after not even a second he bursted out laughing even shriller: "I'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU! FUHUHUCK STOHOP! AHH NAHAHA FUCKING IHIDIOTSAHAHA!"

"Ahaww look at our baby brother, trying to be serious.", Björn mocked, staying at the same spot but increasing the speed and pressure even more, putting his brother through agony.

Ivar turned to Hvitserk and Ubbe who were watching the scene from the table: "DOHON'T JUHUST SIHIT THEHERE! HEHELP MEHE!"

Suddenly, Björn changed positions and started digging into Ivars upper ribs and the wide latissimus. Ivar started screaming and yelling, begging them to stop but whether Björn, nor Sigurd seemed to have enough yet.

"Hey that's enough! He clearly can't take any more.", Hvitserk got up from his chair to succour.

"I decide when he has enough!", Björn clarified, starting to scribble his big hands up and down ivars whole torso, driving him mad.

"Cut it out!", Hvitserk placed his hand on Björns shoulder and pulled him backwards to underline his call.

Björn stopped the torture for a moment and turned towards his little brother who immediately stumbled a few steps back.

"Listen: You better stop bothering me or you're in his place at once, got it?", Björn gave him a warning glance. Hvitserk swallowed hard and looked over to Ivar who was looking back with tears in his eyes.

"Come on, Björn.", Hvitserk tried to negotiate, while recognising the begging glance on his little brothers face. "He clearly learned his lesson.

"Ohh you think so?", Björn grinned. "You suppose he wouldn't humiliate others for entertainment anymore?"

"Well, that's kinda how he is. You won't tickle it out of him anyways.", Hvitserk shrug his shoulders, looking from one to another. "Come on, let him go."

"So you think I don't have to punish him anymore and it's alright he's putting his needs top priority?", Björn asked with a vicious undertone.

Hvitserk knew he was up to something but still he tried his best to get his brother out of that. "If that makes you let go of him, yes.

"Alright. One last test. Let's see if our stubborn rascal learned his lesson.", Björn, still sitting on Ivars waist, leaned over him, their ice-blue eyes facing each other. Ivar was still breathing heavily and sweating, his face and upper body had turned bright red and there were several marks where his brothers fingers dug into the muscles.

Björn started scribbling and spidering his fingers lightly all over his brothers belly and chest, forcing him to make a tortured noise that slowly turned into involuntary giggles. "Tell me Ivar, would you like me to stop?"

"Stuhupihid quehestion frohom a stupid persohon.", his brother answered, as sassy as always. Björn had to get ahold of himself, not to tickle him to pieces again. "Even though you clearly ask for more, I'm willing to let you. There's only one condition."

"Fucking ahahanything!", Ivar pulled on his arms, that were still secured by Sigurd, trying to get away from Björns unbearably ticklish movements.

"So you're fine with Hvitserk taking your place?", Björn asked while mischievously increasing the speed even more, teasing out a yell and even louder giggles that turn into helpless laughter pretty quickly.

Hvitserks jaw dropped when he heard what his brother just said and he quickly increased the space between him and the rest. "W-Wait. Ivar- don't!"

Ivar didn't ponder for a second. He immediately nodded as forcefully as he could. "Yehehes! Fuhuck lehet goo!"

Björn let go of Ivar, stood up and turned towards the intimidated Hvitserk, who slowly but surely stepped backwards, trying to leave the hut without the eldest noticing. A knowing grin playing on his lips: "Poor Hvitserk. That's what you get for turning against me, trying to side with a lone wolf."

"I-I'm sohorry, Hvitty.", Ivar stuttered, still laying on the ground. Then, all of a sudden he seized Björns legs and managed to knock him down. "RUN!"

Hvitserk didn't think about it twice. He turned around and made a quick getaway.

"You devious nag! Let go or I swear I tickle you to death!", Björn threatened, starting to squeeze into Ivars ribs at once. The youngest flinched hard and had no choice but to release him. Björn jumped up and chased after Hvitserk who left the hut a few seconds before.

"Why can't we just eat in peace for once?", Ubbe sighed, picking at his food in frustration. Then he went over to Ivar, who tried to catch his breath and helped him get up and back on his seat.

Sigurd, who had taken his seat already, looked at his younger brother gleefully. "Hopefully you learned your lesson."

Ivar, who felt deeply humiliated already, looked at him with a warning glance: "Careful."

"Look who didn't make it." All heads turned to the open door, where Björn just entered the room with Hvitserk in tow...

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nanahachikyuu · 2 years

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When you play the game of thrones, You win or you die There's no middle ground. (A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin)

All pictures are from Pinterest.

Taglist: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @istorkyou

#vikings #game of thrones #got #a song of ice and fire #house baratheon #björn ironside #bjorn ironside #house stark #asoiaf #ubbe ragnarsson #house targaryen #hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #house tully #sigurd snake in the eye #house greyjoy #Ivar the boneless #vikings moodboard #nanahachikyuu

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless

Screw Them

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here

Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?

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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.

"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.

"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.

"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up.

"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.

"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.

"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?

"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"

She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"

My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time.

"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.

"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"

Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"

I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"

"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.

I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination.

Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.

"You're late"

I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.

"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"

He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"

My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"

Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.

I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.

As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.

"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.

"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.

"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.

Ivar looked back up at me.

"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...

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editfandom · 1 year

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Björn Ironside - Vikings

#vikings #vikings icons #bjorn #bjorn icons #bjorn ironside icons #icons with psd #icons #bjorn ironside #alexander ludwig #alexander ludwig icons #psd #lothbrok #ragnarsson #séries #séries icons #björn ironside #icons alexander ludwig #icons bjorn ironside #icons vikings

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not-that-syndrigast · 1 year

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No one asked, but i will do it anyways, Kattegat in lego + the people from kattegat! No spoilers and its bad but oh well.

Disclaimer: i am broke and untalented and have only started this like 2 months ago for myself and theres barely any viking age lego so i tried and we all know the characters have hard hairs

i've got a forge to finish but i have no time! Maybe i will update this when i done more

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flare-queen · 10 months

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Björn and his tiny Mom, Lagertha and her tall sweet son.

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Can u do a smut fic where reader broke up with bjorn bc she found out that he rape a woman in his previous raid. Then the reader start dating another man, they were kissing into a wood but bjorn saw them and decided to kill the man in front of the reader subsequently they have sex just bc she is too afraid of him. He was jealous and possessive. That is very dark and if u do not want to write this I will understand <3

{Requested} Evil Deeds

A/N: This is a dark one so readers beware. Not edited.

Warnings: Violence, Language, Nonconsensual sex, trigger words, trigger events

Word Count: 2,166

“He’s there again,” Astrid spoke amused as she smiled and kept on walking. She was referencing to Björn who hadn’t accepted the fact that you both weren’t an item anymore.

He didn’t see what the issue was, no one did.

There was a part of you that was frustrated with just about everyone. You broke things off with Björn because word had spread that the men took over a small market in Spain and raped the women who were looking for refuge.

That was the one thing you couldn’t stomach, men taking advantage of women. You’ve never hidden your displeasure of the despicable act. Björn was well aware but he didn’t care. He did what he wanted and got just about everything without repercussions. No living being dared to challenge him.

Lagertha was no help, of course, all due to the fact that it involved her son. She had spoken to you saying ‘it’s the way of men’ but you couldn’t accept that. That wasn’t good enough.

You took a deep breath knowing you had to pass by Björn in order to get where you needed to. Each step you took closer made your heart feel heavy.

“Who’s that man?” Björn asked lifting his chin while his hard-set eyes never strayed from Erik, the man who you had been seeing. He was a gentle soul who had repaired your broken heart. He was patient, kind, and let you grieve the old love you had with Björn.

“A trader.”

You wanted to give nothing away. Björn didn’t deserve to know what goes on in your life anymore. He lost that privilege when he took advantage of those helpless women. That was only one on the list of acts he’s done. He was toxic, violent, and possessive.

It took him doing an evil deed just to see what kind of person he was. He didn’t care that you loved him, he would cheat on you just as soon as he traveled. He killed people just for the fun of it. He spent coin on women, raided, and was absent all throughout your relationship not caring that you dreamed of creating a fresh start with him rather than staying in the darkness that Kattegat was.

You tried walking past Björn but of course, he made it difficult when he held onto your arm swinging you around to face him.

“That’s not what I meant.” You tried pulling your arm free but to no avail.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

He squinted his eyes at you trying to read your face. You thought back on the day you told him you were through with all of it. He didn’t want to accept it just like he was doing now.

“Oh, but I am worried about it.” He planted himself right in front of you. Leaning in close.

“I’m not your problem anymore. What I do is my business, not yours.”

You pulled your arm away from him shaking your head. He needed to move on just like you had. He was holding onto the past where he had broken your trust and heart.

Björn‘s ego was hurt, that’s all it was. He was embarrassed to see that the one woman that’d do just about anything for him had left him for a trader. He was the talk of the town. Björn‘s woman left the most renowned warrior for a trader. It was a joke to him. Now that you were gone, he wanted you now more than ever.

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Meeting Erik was a blessing in disguise. He was everything Björn wasn’t. He put your every need first above himself. These secret meet-ups were always the best part of your day.

Staying out of sight and having it just be him and you was bliss.

You were in the middle of kissing Erik when a looming shadow appeared behind him. Erik being completely unaware didn’t take notice of your wandering attention being diverted elsewhere and began peppering kisses down your neck.

As soon as you looked past Erik to see more clearly, you saw a figure sneaking up from behind. Your eyes began to widen once you recognized the familiar silhouette appearing more clearly. Your heart began to race immediately knowing that nothing good was to come of this.

There was no one around and Erik had his back turned. You pulled Erik closer trying in some way to protect him and create some distance between him and Björn, but he took that as a sign of continuing to untie the knot of your dress.

Your scared-filled eyes never strayed from Björn’s as he snuck up faster almost running now. It was frightening looking at the weapon he carried along with those hate-filled eyes.

“Erik!” You screeched.

He finally took notice of your expression and turned around to see an angry Björn coming at a quick pace. He had weapons in hand, looking determined more than ever.

“You have to run Erik,” you spoke as you pushed him away to start leaving but he didn’t. He stayed put, eyes transfixed on the warrior dead set on him.

You pushed and begged Erik once more hoping to snap him out of his reverie but he simply turned to look at you.

“I’m not going to run.” Your breathing escalated. Your palms started to sweat and your heart was beating so fast you thought it’d stop suddenly, “I can’t leave you with him like this.”

He took hold of your hand and squeezed it in reassurance. Here he was standing his ground, a trader by birth, going to stay by your side because Björn posed a threat to you.

Time seemed to stand still. It was too late to run now. Björn was here.

He was breathing heavily, not in fatigue but in anticipation. The adrenaline was pumping through him making him pace looking between you and Erik while twisting his weapon.

Björn said nothing as he pulled out a second weapon and tossed it on the ground in front of Erik. He was challenging him to a fight trying to give him a chance.

Erik was no fighter. He was a trader who roamed the lands. He wasn’t used to this type of life, one of violence. You doubt he ever had to pick up a sword before. Erik let your hand go and you wished he hadn’t.

Erik hesitated at first then gripped the hilt of the sword, faltering as he tried adjusting to the weight of it in his hands.

Björn scoffed then looked at you incredulously after looking at Erik up and down. “This is what you left me for!” His nostrils flared in anger.

Björn took a step forward but you stepped in his path hoping to someway deter him. To try and convince him that violence wasn’t the answer. To just let you go.

“Stop it Björn! He didn’t do anything to you. Just leave him be.” You had your hand placed on Björn’s chest hoping to knock some sense into him. All he did was follow where you touched him until he was looking into your eyes again.

“He took everything away from me!” He stated through clenched teeth.

He pushed you aside and started towards Erik who swung first having seen what he had just done to you. Their swords clashed making sparks fly. Erik swung again but Björn quickly evaded and then tripped Erik. Once he landed with a thud Björn gestured for him to stand and try swinging at him again.

The air changed. It was harder to breathe. Erik looked over to where you were and mustered up a smile. He then took a deep breath and re-gripped his sword.

He mustered up the courage to swing at him again though Björn was quick to disarm Erik, twisting his arm to turn him. He swung his ax in his left hand onto Erik’s shoulder. Then while Erik screamed while looking at his wound Björn swung the sword in his right hand to silence him completely.

The blood splattered on your white dress. Your hands remained raised, shaking uncontrollably.

Erik had just smiled at you.

He got wounded.

He screamed.

He was silent.

Blood...so much blood.

Taking in the state of what you just witnessed you didn’t realize that Björn had now turned his attention to you. He lifted up your chin with his blood-soaked hands and smeared it across your cheeks as he brushed away your tears.

You tried turning away but every time you did he’d grunt and make you face him. You went ballistic hitting him wherever you could until he gripped your chin harshly. That’s when you stilled completely. His expression was different now. His nostrils were flared and his chest was heaving. He was running high off of adrenaline just like he always does after a kill. He always got worked up after dealing in violence.

You knew what he wanted. You closed your eyes as he bent to give you love bites down your neck. You didn’t want him touching you.

“Björn,” you spoke then gasped when he grasped the top of your dress and tore it down the middle.

He pushed the dress away and laid you down on the grass below. He grabbed your legs and spread them. Your mind was reeling from all that was happening. It was too much. It was all overwhelming. Björn lowered his breeches and licked his hand obscenely before lowering it between your legs.

You held your breath not wanting to be here. Not wanting to have to go through this. Turning your head away from him had helped ease the pain of seeing what Björn was about to do.

You looked across seeing Erik’s body lying there not too far off. His eyes were still open and stared lifelessly into nothing.

He wasn’t cut out for this life. A tear ran down your cheek thinking of the man who had stolen your heart. He was sweet, kind, and had so much to live for. All for it to be ripped away in the most brutal way. Your heart ached. You felt guilty for this being his fate.

It was no one’s fault but your own. You knew of Björn’s temper but still, you pursued the relationship with Erik.

Björn tuned your attention away to only face him. He stared at you in lust. Not a hint of remorse was in his eyes.

This was the man you once loved about to do the worst thing imaginable. There was no love in those dark eyes of his, only victory. A victory that he claimed his ‘possession’ back once more.

A warm body. That’s all you were to him at this moment.

He interlaced his fingers in yours, gripping tightly as he prepared to invade your body.

Looking up into those blue eyes that you once loved made the tears fall faster.

How could he do this? How can anyone do this?

You tried to harden your heart and shut down all of your emotions. If you were to survive, you needed to be a shell of yourself to be able to handle what he was going to do.

He didn’t hesitate to line himself up and fill you completely in one stroke.

You grunted, not at all prepared no matter how much you tried to.

This was something you used to love. The quick roughness that he provided when he made love to you but this was far from it.

This wasn’t love.

His body rocked into yours driving your body to drag across the dirt-covered ground. Your skin now feeling what your body felt: pain, dirty, damaged.

You closed your eyes pretending you were somewhere else, anywhere but here. You thought of the ocean. The flow of the water. The beautiful blue water. The curious inhabitants that lived beyond the eye can see. Erik. The beautiful soul that Erik was that made you believe that there can truly be good in the world.

You squeezed your eyes tighter feeling your body tense every time Björn quickened his pace. His grunts became louder and his pace quickened.

You forced yourself to open your eyes. You needed to look at him. Look at the man that was doing this. As soon as you found the courage to look, Björn had his eyes closed in ecstasy as his pace began to falter.

Anger began to build inside.

You hated him.

YOU HATED HIM!

Your throat burned so badly that you wanted to scream at him.

You dug your nails into his skin as he still had his fingers interlaced with yours. You wanted to draw blood and make him hurt. He can’t get away with this. He won’t. You’ll be sure of it.

He was unknowingly making you a cold-blooded monster.

That’s when you made a pact with yourself. You would see that Björn Ironside dies a slow torturous death and the last face he’ll see will be yours.

#Björn #Björn Ironside #Björn x reader #Björn imagine #Björn drabble #Björn request #dark!Björn #dark! Björn x reader #Vikings

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monsterohnenamen · 4 months

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#monsterohnenamen #vikings #viking #warrior #warriors #fearless #death #björn ironside #my edit #mine

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niishiki · 1 year

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"Careful, that sounds suspiciously like a compliment." He tried to catch another snowflake. "Dying doesn't sound so bad. I just wished I would go to Valhalla. I wished I would die in battle. At least you died with a weapon in your hand."

"Small mercies," Sigurd chuckled. “I’d rather not have died at all.”

“Would it help if I would say that I regretted it the moment the axe left my hand?”

“There is no need to get sentimental now. You are not going to die yet.”

@youbloodymadgenius @nothingtolosebutweight @nukyster-blog @chimeracuddles

#vikings #canon divergence #season 06 #season 05 #fix it #sorta #Heavar #Heahmund/Ivar #Ivar the boneless #Heahmund #Ubbe #Hvitserk #Björn Ironside #Björn

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evilispretty-dead · 2 years

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Hey all longggggg time no post

Well here a little bit of something that could be something

So ....... here goes!!!!

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Bjorn was loading up the boats with his “brothers” it was something that hvisrak said made him look up to see ivar slowly make his way down to the docks , iver dragged himself down to the docks stopping as he came to the steps as he looked at them for a split second the with a intake of breath iver moved his crush ,stabbing it into the wood of the docks keeping his eyes on his brothers .

Ubba stroud up straight as he watched ivar walk down the dock till his crush got stuck in the wood of the deck ,iver fell to the floor , his men jumped to help him but iver just hissed at them to get away from him looking up at his brothers ivar dragged himself up right and back up on to his feet moving over to the boat and putting his crutches in .

Through the hustle and buzz of loading the boat iver could make out fraye waking her way to the docks,floki dropped at the side of him trying to get a read on him then giggled to himself .

Fraye walked onto the dock nodding to her shield maidens as she walked down heading for bjorn fleet of boats,not taking one look at bjorn walking past him over to torvi to hug , then looked over to floki as he sat whispering in ivar ear then looked to fraye , pulling him self away from ivar he walk done the boat giving a small nod to her .

Freya Mind was pulled away from floki as Lagetha called her name , she looked back to see lagertha coming down the deck, men moving out of her way .

" gods "

Freya spoke under her breath as lagertha got closer, running through her mind that lagertha would try and stop her but Freya was shocked to find lagertha pulling her in to a hug

" don't let him change your mind "

Lagertha spike in to her hair then pulled back from her to look to her soon

" And you , you should know better than to stop a queen, " Lagetha ran her hand over Freya's jawline. Bjorn went to say something but with the look his mother was giving him , he shut up and went back to loading the boat.

Freya's eyes was still showing the shock she felt at Lagertha words but soon snapped out of it a Lagetha put something in to her hands closing her fingers around it , Freya looked down to see a beautiful dagger

" I I can't "

Freya tried to give it back but Lagetha gave her look

" you can and you must,"

Lagetha looked about then back to Freya

"If the men see then fight they will think their weak and the sons of Ragnar are not weak men "

" you must keep yourself safe"

Freya didn't know what to say to this as she herself didn't know what was to come as soon as they got to England.

She just nodded as she takes the dagger from lagertha then looked around to see Harald and Halfdan walk down the dock to their Fleet .

Freya looked back to Lagetha

"Please excuse me "

Lagetha nodded her head letting Freya go to run down the dock , with the approval she need Freya took off down the deck running in halfdan arms as his ones was free .

" little one "

He beamed down at her but he could tell her smile lie there was something she not tell them but he didn't press her as harald spoke up , Halfdan let her go as harald held out his hand for her to take as the walked up the dock to the prow of the boat , stopping to look out over the water .

" you will tell me if they hurt you "

He posed to look at her , her side profile was to him but she held her head high but harald could see through her stone face as she swallowed before she spoke

"Harald they wouldn't "

#ivar lothbrok #fanfic #ivarxco #björn ironside #vikings #omg news #vikings history channel #my fanfiction #fanfics

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incorrectvikings · 3 months

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Bjorn: You idiot!

Hvitserk: I’m sure you’re right, but why?

#vikings #vikings series #hvitserk #björn ironside #source: friends

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touchoflaughter · 1 year

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Vikings Headcanons

So this is my first attempt in the Tk-Headcanon game and probably no-one will care about it anyways but I had to live out my obsession about the Lothbroks once again! (Because they're everything!!) I'll get started with Ivar and Björn on this one. Hehe have fun!

The ✨ Ragnarssons ✨ everyone!

First off my all time favourite:

Ivar Lothbrok / The Boneless

being the youngest would make him the most popular victim already but the reason he constantly gets tormented by his brothers is more due to his sarcasm, lack of respect and ruthlessness that's in stark contrast with being super ticklish

Ivar would never identify as a Lee, yet he get's tickled the most

He's a solid 12 on a tickle scale from 1 to 10. Probably since he has no sense left in his lower body, his upper body's sensitivity got doubled?

His worst spots are hard to determine since his whole torso is one big weak spot. It depends on the day which area is most sensitive.

A fun fact is, that even his tree trunk shaped arms are extremely sensitive- I'll leave it to your imagination what happens when you get to his pits...

The sadistic viking leader hates when one of his brothers takes advantage of his ticklishness. He doesn't want to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.

Also public tickles are his worst nightmare. He chases the image of a fierce and feared Leader- what's quite the contrary to the ticklish mess he get's as soon someone strokes along his side.

No matter how bad you get him- due to his stubbornness he would NEVER cave in.

As a Ler he's better not underestimated. Even though his legs are a disadvantage, once he managed to get his hands on his victim, there's no escape. Ivar's incredible arm and torso strength easily makes up for his useless legs.

He'd definitely be a sadistic Ler (if he'd be interested in something as childish and embarrassing as tickling). Mercy does not pertain to his vocabulary so you better hold him down really good, cause it's over once he get's up...

Ivar is the most cunning Ragnarsson with not only glorious war-plans but also the most effective tickling strategies. He loves to make fun of his victim what often is even more horrific than the actual tickling. Again- you'll pay an awful price for messing with him.

Björn Lothbrok / Ironside

Björn being called Ironside is no coincidence. The oldest of the Ragnarssons might not be the greatest thinker evil tongues (such as Ivars) would say -but- he's without a doubt the strongest and most skilled fighter. This makes him the Ler most of the time. No brother is able to keep up with him physically. That's why they sometimes decide to team up against him.

He's a kind-hearted Viking who'd never hurt a loved one on purpose. That's why he's using tickling quite a lot to assert dominance towards his little brothers but also for playful bonding.

As the big brother, Björn often sees himself in a leading position what makes him clash with his stubborn brother Ivar quite often. Good thing he can easily put the youngest in place with just one finger.

Unexpectedly his bear paw-shaped hands are pretty versatile tickle tools. Also there's a lot of strength in them so he can easily pin and tickle his victim for a long time without getting tired. Afraid yet? Good.

All in all, Björn is a merciless but playful Ler who laughs along with the Lee. He loves to tease but always looks after the wellbeing of his victim- except we're talking about Ivar. In this case he shows no mercy at all and his sympathetic giggling turns into a wolfish grin and gleeful laughter.

In the rare case he get's overpowered, he makes a pretty happy Lee. Björn doesn't feel embarrassed being tickled as long as it stays within the family.

He's a little ticklish everywhere but only his knees, thighs and armpits bring him to his knees.

The oldest is pretty tough when it comes to begging for mercy. Probably it's also because he secretly enjoys having a good laugh with his siblings.

One thing he really tries to avoid is being wrecked by his brother Ivar. Not only his tickling is working best on Björn, also his teasing affects him way too much. Ivar rarely tickles for bonding but mostly to see his victim suffer and pure self-entertainment. Naturally that's something Björn can't let pass.

#tickle headcanons #vikings headcanons #vikings fic #vikings tickle fic #tickle community #sfw tickles #ivar the boneless #björn ironside

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the-call-of-the-mountains · 1 year

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— alexander ludwig as björn ironside in vikings

#alexander ludwig #alexander ludwig avatars #björn #bjorn ironside #bjorn lothbrok #bjorn ragnarsson #vikings #ressources rpg

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Hi ! Can i request a viking one shot ?

The reader being younger than bjorn and a shieldmaden whos married bjorn for an alience with his army to yours but he loves you for real you just dont really care about him , and you and lagertha have a secret affair

Can you make the reader female and flirty and lagertha and her being genually in love ?

Thank you!

So firstly, I am so sorry that it took me so long to answer. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it too, Loveʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Secrets & Betrayl

Lagertha x female!reader(Bjorn x Female!reader) Request

Word count:1.2k

Warnings: well, an affair obviously, a little bit of Angst, not much though, Cocky reader

Summary: You only want to meet up with your Lover, as Bjorn seems to devour you too...

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I was casually walking around the great hall. A feast was being held today. People drank, laughed and ate together. It was a normal day in Kattegat. I was on my way out, when I felt someone bump my shoulder.

"I am sorry, my queen"

A smile rose to my face, as I felt Bjorn lean down to kiss the back of my hand. He got back up to pull me slightly closer to him.

"Where are you going?", he asked. I smiled and leaned up to him in order to kiss his cheek.

"I was just going for a walk", I whispered into his ear.

"Mind if I join?", He mumbled, grinning wildly at me. I only shook my head and pulled him with me by his hand. Once we left the great hall and stepped out into the cold, he put an arm around me. Together, we slowly wandered through the empty streets of Kattegat.

"It's a beautiful night", I said after a while.

"Not as beautiful, as you", I heard Bjorn mumble. I felt, as he leaned down and softly kissed my cheek. I felt his breath hit my skin and his ticklish beard on my neck made me giggle.

"I love you", Bjorn stated.

I looked up at him. His eyes shone with adoration, his words pure and nothing but the whole truth.

I carefully grasped his cheek:"I know"

I put my lips on his, before any of us could say anything more. I heard him sigh into the kiss, as he pulled me closer by my waist. His lips tasted like ale, but even though, he was intoxicated, his love was real. It had always been. From the day we met, till the day my father arranged our wedding, till today, where he kissed me like his life depended on it. Like I was his oxygen in a burning world.

Unfortunately, I had never reciprocrated his feelings. Sure, he was charming and a King. The king of one of the greatest cities in whole Norway. He had always treated me nice, never said or did anything to catch my disapproval, but still...I didn't love him. My heart belonged to someone else, but he could never know, it would destroy him.

So, as he pressed his lips against mine so passionately, every other woman would have fainted, but my thoughts were with someone else.

"How about we go back?", Bjorn asked, after we parted. I could feel his ragged breath against my lips. They felt sore, like he had taken away any feeling other than regret and pain for betraying him like this.

"Y/N?", he asked. Upon hearing my name, I looked up at him. I inspected his face for a second. He seemed so out of breath, so taken aback by such a simple kiss.

I was about to deny his request, as I heard the footsteps of someone else approaching us.

"Who do we have here?", the Person asked, a smile on her face.

"Mother", Bjorn smiled, trying to hide how flustered he was. He walked over to her, greeting her with a hug.

"Hello Lagertha", I said after the two of them parted. Lagertha smiled and walked over to me, also embracing me in a hug:"Y/N, it's so nice to see you"

Her hug almost lasted so long, that I thought, Bjorn would get suspicious. But he didn't, and the hug merely lasted a few seconds, maybe it just seemed longer for me, as I felt Lagertha's hand on my back, her long tender fingers around my ribcage.

"What are you doing here, Mother?"

Bjorn's words brought me back to the present moment. He looked at his mother with a smile on his face, even though the blush on his cheeks was obvious.

"Just enjoying the quiet night. Since everyone is feasting in the Great Hall, the city is pretty empty."

Bjorn nodded at her answer, looking around a little bit.

"We were just going back , why don't you join us?", He smiled, even though it was obvious, that he very much despised the presence of his mother right now. His eyes met mine and I saw the lust in his eyes, the Devour.

"Actually", Lagertha answered, turning to me,"I was looking for Y/N here, we have a few thing to talk about"

Bjorn looked surprised:"You do?"

He looked over to me, his eyes questioning if this was a joke or a serious statement. I only smiled and nodded:"We do, yes"

"What do you have to talk about?", Bjorn asked, clearly not understanding, what was going on.

"Oh, you know, Shield Maiden stuff, you wouldn't understand", Lagertha chuckled and patted Bjorn's shoulder, as she pushed him into the direction of the Great Hall.

"I see you later, my king"; I smiled, as I waved him goodbye. He only smiled and looked at me one more time. Desperation in his eyes, he seemed to ask if I couldn't somehow come with him.

But I didn't give him that satisfaction, so I only smiled, as I watched him walk back to the Great Hall by himself.

"That went smoother than I expected", Lagertha said and turned towards me with a smile. I only nodded at her.

"Why so quiet my Love?", Lagertha asked and brought her hand up to rest on my cheek.

"I can't help, but once again feel like I am betraying Bjorn", I answered shyly.

"My Love", Lagertha smiled,"Were you ever in love with him to begin with?"

"No", I said questioningly. Lagertha chuckled:"Then your're not betraying him, your're only following your heart"

I smiled at her words, she always managed to brighten my mood, one of the many reasons why I loved her.

"So, how about-"

Before Lagertha could finish her sentence, I pulled her closer to me by her waist, connecting our lips in a tender kiss. I poured all my emotions into that kiss, all my adoration, all my love for her. It felt like a light had switched. Instead of Bjorn kissing me with all his emotions, it was me kissing Lagertha now, but this time, my feelings were as real, as Bjorn's feelings for me.

"I love you", I mumbled against her lips.

"I know", Lagertha chuckled.

"Do you?", I grinned.

"Oh please", she said sarcastically,"You wouldn't kiss me like that, if you weren't."

"You're right about that", I said and let my hand wander to rest on her neck, while the other was still softly holding onto her waist. I leaned forward slightly, her long hair tickled my cheek.

"But same goes for you"

Her breath stocked and she leaned more into my touch:"You're such a smart girl, aren't you?"

"I am", I said cockily.

"Is that so?", she asked, a devilish grin on her face now.

"You know what?", she leaned in, but she stopped millimeters away from my lips, her breath fanned over my skin, our noses nudging.

"Smart girls deserve a treat"

As I laid with her that night, I was able to forget about Bjorn completely. Lagertha reminded me of who I belonged, who she belonged to. She remided my of why I loved her, why secrets and Betrayl were worth it, if you managed to find the right person.

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