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literaryuppsala · 11 months
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Hello ❤ got a request. Can you please write about reader that used to be married to rollo and one day he just fucks off without telling the reader. Years later he got informed that the reader had gotten pregnant and that it was his child. Rollo wants to go back to be with his "family" but to do that he has to go through a trail of sorts. He agrees to it without knowing what it is. The trail being, him chained to the bed and having to watch as the reader gets fucked by everybody of the ragnarson family. He is close enough where he can hear and see everything but he is not allowed to touch the reader. And at the end he found out that the reader has gotten remarried to ubbe/bjorn/maybe even ragnar??? And that his child doesn't even know him and he gets kicked out 🤤😌
You can choose to do either just the men of the family including ragnar cause I want to see rollo suffer or you can choose to have the mothers/ wives with them.if you want to, have the reader blind folded so she has to guess who it is ❤
Basically make rollos life hell 😂
What a ride... I guess I never wrote something like that, I am THRIVING, it's filthy, it's messy, has a lot of fluids, and dude it took me forever to finish, like always... Anyways, I hope you like it AND YOU WATCHED THE PROCESS SO BE NICE TO ME! Thank you for your ask babe, have fun you pervert.
Warnings: ALL OF THE WARNINGS POSSIBLE, it's complete filth, pure smut, but with a little plot, not a lot, just a little to give context.
Minors, stay the hell away from this one, I'm not joking.
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen.
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You were very young when you first met Ragnar and his brother Rollo. Your eyes crossed paths with them on one of their first meetings with your father, Horik. They were handsome, strong warriors, such a sight when you first saw them, caught your attention very quickly. The meetings ended up with an alliance, Horik and Ragnar decided to raid together in England, returning to Norway filled with treasures and a promise of land. 
A feast was prepared to celebrate, the treasures were shared between everyone but Rollo wanted something else, he wanted more. You didn’t mind at first when his eyes caught yours in the middle of the night, didn’t mind when he approached you and offered a cup of ale, you talked until everyone else was already passed out around you and you ended up in his bed that night. 
You really thought he loved you, he proposed to your father who gladly accepted and you married him just a few months later that night. He moved you to Kattegat, bought you a house and introduced you to his family until It became yours. But things changed, he changed. One day you heard about a woman he had in his life, someone he loved but died years before, and you thought that was the reason, that he couldn’t love you completely because part of his heart died with her and you learned to live like that. 
But Rollo was a different man, to be married to him wasn’t easy, he was demanding, ambitious, always thought he should be doing greater things, that he should be bigger. After years of marriage he became very distant and despite having his way with you every night, you were never able to conceive, you thought to yourself that something was wrong with you, that the gods made you that way and that was another reason for your husband to treat you like that. 
“I went to see the healer.” You told him one night. “She gave me a few herbs that can help.”  
“The gods cursed me.” He mumbled. “An empty woman who can not give me any child.” 
Ragnar was the one to always cheer you up, saying that you weren’t the problem, but his brother. He wouldn’t make a good father, he’d say, the gods won’t give him a child to raise. You never told Rollo about these conversations, he hated his brother and the fact that after Horik’s death, he became the king, something he thought belonged to himself. 
 “Your brother was looking for you.” You warned him as you put his plate in front of him at the table. 
“He came here?” He asked without looking at you. 
“Yes, he said It was important.” You continued. “I think it is about going back to Frankia.” You sat in front of him. “You should take me this time.” 
“No.” He answered simply. 
“Why not?” 
“It’s dangerous, and you have no business in Frankia.” 
“I’m a shieldmaiden Rollo, I wasn't made to sit back at home and take care of your children.” 
“What children? You haven’t given me any.”
They left to Frankia the next morning, Rollo left without saying a single word to you and something in your heart broke that day. Months later they came back, you were at the pier waiting, your baby bump showing and a big smile on your face, a few days after their departure you found out you were with child, and you couldn’t wait to tell Rollo about It. But as the ship docked, your smile died on your face. 
“Where is he?” You asked when Ragnar stood in front of you, his hand immediately touching your belly. He didn’t answer, but you knew, he stayed there. 
Later you learned Ragnar was betrayed by Rollo and defeated by Frankia’s army and the last news he had before leaving was about his marriage with a princess. Rollo had abandoned you without a second thought. 
Years later, you grew accustomed to a new life, your son was already five years old and growing stronger each day. Ragnar took care of you, accepting you in his house, he protected you and your child, who he named after one of his good friends, Leif, and he loved your boy, after his own boys grew into strong men, to have yours running around gave him life and so did you. 
You weren’t blind to Ragnar’s affection towards you, after Aslaug’s death he didn’t have anyone in his life except for you and despite being a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t interested on the men in Kattegat, but both of you never tried anything, maybe you felt wrong about that even though Rollo was gone for so long. However, he wasn’t the only one, Bjorn and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, and even Sigurd, all had soft spots for you, but you brushed it off and ignored it as something simple as a crush. 
One night, without a warning, a ship docked at the pier. People let Ragnar know about it, and he went there with both Bjorn and Ubbe, just to find a ship from Frankia, from where Rollo jumped. He frowned, confused by his brother’s presence, Rollo looked into his eyes and swallowed hard.
With a grunt Ragnar turned around, silently nodding for his sons to grab Rollo by his arms and drag him to the great hall. As soon as they got there, Ragnar took his place in his throne and Rollo was thrown on his knees, at his feet. You heard the noise from your bedroom in the back and walked towards It, standing in shock when you finally saw the man. Rollo seemed old, his once dark brown hair was filled with gray strands, so was his beard, he widened his eyes as soon as they met yours. 
“Mama!” You heard Leif’s voice and heard his footsteps running towards you, looking for you. He hugged your legs as soon as he found you. You grabbed him in your arms, Rollo’s eyes focused on the boy and a tiny smile showed up on his face, but that was quickly wiped by a punch, thrown by Bjorn. 
“Don’t look at him.” He grunted angrily. 
It didn’t take long for Ivar and Hvitserk to join you in the great hall, none of them seemed happy to see the man in front of them, neither were you. 
“What are you doing here?” Ragnar rasped.
“I want to come back…” He mumbled. 
“Seems funny… After all these years…” 
“I have every right to be here, to be with my family.”
“The family you abandoned…” 
“I’m here now.” 
“You say this like you’re some sort of treasure we should be proud to gain. Tell me, Rollo, what happened in Frankia to make you want to come back?” 
“I heard about my son, I want to know him.”
You hugged your son, like you could protect him from Rollo’s prying eyes.
“He’s not yours.” You growled. “He’s mine, only mine. Didn’t your princess give you any sons?” 
“Brother…” Rollo looked at Ragnar. 
“Don’t talk to him, talk to me, I’m the wife you abandoned!” You insisted but lowered his head again. “This is unbelievable…”
“I want to prove myself.” He answered. “To you…” He looked at Ragnar then moved to you. “And to you.” He sighed. “To the gods… I deserve that!”
It took a few minutes of silence between all of you, Rollo looking around searching for any sign of kindness, but you weren’t one to pity that man, not after everything he put you through. 
“Take Leif to the back.” Ragnar told you. “And come back here.” 
You didn’t understand at first, but nodded and took your son to your bedroom, asking one of the servants to stay there with him. 
“Don’t leave until I come back.” You told her under your breath, locking her inside. 
When you came back you found Rollo tied up to a chair in the middle of the great hall, Ragnar was standing in front of him while his sons waited behind him. He looked over his shoulders and offered his hand to you, you frowned but took it, walking until you were standing by his side. 
Ragnar grabbed you by your waist, startling you who quickly wrapped your arms around his neck for support when he took you in his arms, bride style, taking you to the nearest table, he sat you there, taking his place between your legs. 
“Do you trust me?” He asked under his breath, only for you to hear. 
“I do.” You whispered shyly and he smiled.
Ragnar took a cloth from his pocket and covered your eyes, your breath caught on your throat and you sighed heavily. You felt his hand feather touching your face before moving away from your body and you immediately felt the absence of his warmth. The next thing you felt was a pair of hands on your thighs and a warm breath against your cheeks, before you noticed, someone kissed you. 
The kiss was feverish, filled with a hunger you never experienced before, you’ve never been kissed like that. Teeth and tongue, saliva gathering on the corners of your mouth, a pair of hands meeting the base of your spine pulling you closer to the edge of the table, his thighs between yours keeping your legs open. He stopped the kiss to murmur against your lips.
“Waited so long to do this.”
You recognized Ragnar’s voice before he kissed you again, your mind spinning when your hands met his hips, unconsciously pulling him into you. His hands roamed down your shoulders taking down the sleeves of your dress. You felt a little self conscious and your body tensed, Ragnar distracted you by taking his kisses down your neck and collarbones, making you shiver. A “what’s this…” growled by Rollo sounded in the back of your mind and something twisted inside you, you felt excited.
Ragnar kept kissing down your chest, taking down your dress until your breasts were exposed, your breath hitched and your nipples hardened on the cold of the great hall. His mouth latched at your nipple, sucking on the little nub, your hands met the back of his head and you pressed his face against your chest, wanting more of that sensation. He did the same to the other nipple, using his hand to knead at the free breast.
Between your legs, Ragnar found the skirts of your dress, raising everything up your waist “Open your legs for me.” He asked against your lips and you obeyed, suddenly he moved away from you and stood by your side, your pussy now in full display for Rollo’s widened eyes. 
“What are you doing?” Rollo asked with gritted teeth. 
“What do you think?” Ragnar asked back, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you whine. “I’m gonna fuck your wife.” 
With that being said, Ragnar kneeled in front of you, hands rubbing on your calves before putting them on his shoulders. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his beard scratching the soft skin as he peppered kisses all around until he shoved his face into your bare pussy, licking from your hole to your clit. Your back arched and you gasped, putting your arms behind your back, on the table, for some support, throwing your head back. 
Ragnar was something else while he was eating you out, with a little crowd watching, he wanted to  give them a show. With his face buried into your cunt, he was nosing onto your clit while teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue, then he worked through your folds, long and slow licks like he was savoring you, drinking from you. You suppressed a moan, still self conscious of the others presence surrounding you, earning yourself a low grunt that sent vibrations through your core and a harsh slap on your thighs.
Rollo’s eyes were glued to your body, he was growling under his breath, trying to get rid of the straps binding him to that chair. Ragnar moaned right into your pussy, he moved his tongue quickly and you started to grind your hips on his face, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your pussy, you could feel it rubbing against you painfully while he started sucking on your clit.
Your moans became louder, your hips moved on its own accord, your body was working on automatic, the knot on lower belly forming and tightening. Suddenly, two of his fingers were knuckles deep into your warmth, thrusting up inside you and you gasped: ‘Ragnar’ knowing damn well Rollo was listening to you. Ragnar could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, so he increased his pace, dragging more mewls from your mouth until the knot finally snapped and you groaned loudly. 
Ragnar stood up, turning on his side to stare at a nervous Rollo, his face glistening with your slick, he sucked his fingers clean off your juices and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving away from between your legs, he held your chin, your fucked out face on full display for his brother’s sight. 
“Open your legs.” He ordered again, and you obeyed, showing off your puffy cunt. “Did you miss this, brother? Did your princess have a better one?”  
Once again he was between your legs, shimming out of his slacks and pulling his cock out. His hands quickly held the back of your thighs and pulled you further to the edge of the table, his tip featherly touching your hole making you whine. 
“See, Rollo…” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it against your pussy and coating himself in your juices. “I don’t think you could ever have anything better.” He pushed himself in and both of you moaned in unison, fresh slick leaking out of you to coat his length. 
Ragnar threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt your warm walls engulfing him, sinking into you slowly until he’s fully sheathed. He pulled back completely just to slam inside you again, he did that slowly a few times, like he was savoring every inch of you, until he was thrusting up inside you and he didn’t hold back. Holding your hips with one of his hands, the other met the space between your breasts, pushing you back until you laid down on the table. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.
“Gods…” You moaned, holding onto the table like your life depended on it. 
With your eyes covered, you felt everything more intensely, Ragnar’s body on you, picking up the pace until he was pounding hard into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every thrust. You clenched down on him and he gasped, hand squeezing your hip hard while the other kneaded on your breasts that bounced with every movement of your body. 
When he felt your thighs starting to tremble, he brought his hand to your aching pussy and found your clit, making quick work of your bundle of nerves with the tip of his fingers. You moaned again, loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching you, the knot on your lower belly starting to form. 
“Let go for me.” He begged under his breath. 
With a particular hard thrust the knot snapped, triggering Ragnar’s own release as he pushed himself to a hilt, his body tensing as both of you panted heavily. He leaned forward for a moment spreading kisses all over your stomach before moving away from between your legs, putting his trousers back and holding one of your knees to keep you wide open, his cum dripping from your pussy, onto the table and on the floor. 
“That was...” Ragnar mumbled, three little slaps on your knee had you sitting up straight. 
“Can I-Can I go now?” You heard as Rollo begged.
“What? No…” You felt when Ragnar moved away and heard some shifting around you, the thrilling feeling of not knowing what to expect had your pussy throbbing with need in a way It never did before. “We’re only getting started.”
You gulped, scared about what he meant, but excited at the same time. Next thing you knew, the space between your legs was occupied again, a bulky, slightly familiar body stood there like it belonged there, you shifted on your place, not able to close your legs and feeling again self conscious of your own nudity. 
“Ragnar…” You mumbled under your breath, a pair of hands touched the sides of your face before you were kissed. 
Even though you felt familiarity within the act, that wasn’t Ragnar, that kiss was different, passionate, but still unsure, It felt like he was claiming a new territory. His beard scratched the soft skin on your face, his teeth nipped at your lower lip, you couldn’t help but open up to let him in, you held his face and kissed him back. 
“Can I do this?” He mumbled against your lips and you recognized Bjorn’s voice. You gasped, surprised. 
“Bjorn…” You whispered, your hands started to shake. 
“I’ll be gentle.” He assured you, one of his hands touching the side of your face. “I promise.” 
You felt your heart sinking to your stomach, like it was beating there, the blood in your veins ran fast and your body quivered, your mind was spinning, when his hands found the swell of your pussy you whined in his mouth, turning your head to the side giving him room to work on your neck. Bjorn sucked and nipped your skin like an artist painting his masterpiece, taking his sweet time while his fingers worked through your cum wet folds. 
He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that another man just fucked you minutes ago, by the feeling of it, he seemed turned on. Two of his fingers entered you when his mouth found your perky nipple and you moaned, arching your back offering him more of your chest. You were overstimulated from your previous orgasm and the sensations Bjorn was bringing to you, your peak wouldn’t take long so you clenched around his fingers and worked your hips in sync with his movements. With his thumb he started to nurse on your clit, rubbing the small bead in tight circles until you came on his fingers, a loud, long moan filling the great hall. 
Bjorn wasted no time after this, you felt him standing up and shimming out of his trousers, sinking into you in one swift motion. You gasped, not used to the way he stretched you out, and threw your head back, making room for him to kiss on your neck. He sheathed inside you, not pulling out immediately, just grinding against your hips first, his hip bone teasing your clit. 
You wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back, leaning back over your hands. He used both of his hands to grab your breasts then leaned forward to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the perky buds. It was messy. Wet with your own arousal and Ragnar’s cum, you could feel it dripping from your core. 
Slowly, Bjorn pulled out completely, just to thrust back in. He did this a few times, dragging soft mewls from your mouth. With his hand between your breasts he made you lay down on the table once more, picking up his pace. You held onto the table while he started to rut against you with full force, your body jolting back and forth. His mouth was skillful on your nipple, going from one to the other and still using his hands. 
“You feel so good…” He mumbled, one of his hands leaving your breasts and quickly finding your clit. 
You moaned loudly. With two of his fingers he pinched your clit, then dragged his finger around in tiny circles. The pressure on your belly started to build and you squeezed your eyes shut, even though you weren’t actually with them open to start with. Your mind could only focus on his movements, you clenched around his cock and he growled, speeding up his fingers and his thrusts. Bjorn was fucking the air out of your lungs as he fucked you like his life was on the line, his cock throbbed inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was filling the great hall and was so loud. 
“Enough.” 
Somewhere, on the back of your mind, you heard Rollo’s beg, but as your climax approached you could only think of this. Bjorn’s thrusts started to falter, he became sloppier as he chased his own release and you were right behind him, feeling the pressure on your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching down on him with a wanton moan. He came right after you, feeling you to the brim with his seed, grunting raspily. 
He wobbled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He leaned against the table trying to catch his own breath, eyes still on your fucked out body on the table. Unconsciously, your hands went to the cloth on your eyes, almost getting out of the way but a cold hand on yours stopped you. You whined impatiently but before you had the chance to complain, the same hand grabbed a handful of your hips, dragging you out of the table until you stood on the ground.
There was this silence, the only thing in your mind being the amount of pleasure going through your veins, you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to ease your body. Your hands traveled to the body in front of you, holding his shoulders while he kept his firm on your hips. 
You had no idea who he was, you felt his body against yours, the familiar scent you were used to feeling but couldn’t recognize him. His hips met yours and you felt his hard cock against your core, making you moan. Taking your face with both of his hands he kissed you. His kiss was calm, soft even, nothing like the sexual spiral you just got out of. His hands explored the sides of your body with care, like you would vanish from his sight at any moment. 
The mess between your legs made you painfully aware of what just happened, either way his fingers found their way to your core, his tips exploring your folds, he coated his fingers in the your slick, the mixed cum inside your pussy, then he pushed his middle one all the way in, til he was knuckle deep inside you. You sobbed and threw your head back when he started to kiss down your jaw so you could give him more space.
His kisses met your neck, he circled your clit and that made you jerk in response. Suddenly his fingers were inside your mouth and you whined at the taste on your tongue. You started sucking on his fingers, obscenely licking through it and he groaned when under his breath, you licked him clean.
He stretched you out with his fingers, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, your body arching, right thigh rising up his waist opening up a little more for him. He curled his fingers up finding your sweet spot and making you see stars behind your eyelids. You started to grind down on his fingers while the sound of your moans resonated around the great hall. He licked down your collarbones and your legs started to shake, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 
You felt like your body was on fire, shaking violently until the knot snapped and your orgasm hit you like a punch. You  clenched hard on his fingers, body falling limp on the table, but before you had the chance to ride your own high, your body was pushed and turned around, your back hitting his chest, you could feel his hard cock on your behind, listening while he struggled with his trousers, pulling down his legs til the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock from its confines. He teased you with the tip between your ass cheeks and you teased back, grinding on his hips, silently begging for him to just slide in. 
He lined his cock to your wet folds, enticing another moan from you and then he pushed in, his tip stretching your walls. You gasped, fingers holding the table for support while you felt him sliding only a few more inches in. His hand rubbed up your back until he grabbed the nape of your neck, you grunted feeling him leaning your body forward, your breasts pressed against the head of the table while he started to thrust up into you. 
He was fully inside you when he used his free hand to pinch on your clit, making your body jolt, your walls fluttered around him, a choked whine slipped through your lips as he went deeper. He picked up his pace quickly, hands now on your shoulders tugging your body back to meet his thrusts, your body trembling when you felt the pleasure building up once again, extremely sensitive from everything that already happened to you. You both moaned loudly, he was lost on you just like you were on him, every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking every nerve ending inside your pussy. His hips slapped against yours, the table shaking with his movements. 
“Gods…” You cried out, feeling the pressure on your lower belly. 
He cursed under his breath, feeling your walls clenching hard around his length, his own climax coming through while you felt the first impact of your orgasm. Your entire body froze as he fucked you through the haze, coming inside you a few seconds later. 
“That’s your idea of punishment?” Rollo growled, his voice far away like It was in another room, your mind still dizzy with pleasure. “Are you punishing me or her?” 
“Her?” Ragnar scoffed. “I’m not punishing her, brother. Watch It… She likes it. She wanted It.” 
You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and your body was gently sat on the table again, the mess between your legs just growing by the minute, staining the soft skin of your thighs and leaving you slightly bothered. A kiss on your forehead had you trembling even more, so you raised your hand trying to hold his.
“Who…?” You couldn’t finish the phrase, but your hand was softly removed and you were left alone. 
“It’s done, I’m done!” Rollo tried one more time.
You heard Rollo’s begs one more time, his voice was shaky and you imagined his face. If you remembered correctly at this point he would be all red and sweaty and your tummy twisted with excitement, you shouldn’t like this as much as you were.  
“Well… We’re not.” Ragnar answered carefully. 
For a moment nothing happened, you sat there with your body trembling. The line between pleasure and pain was thin and your body had started to complain about It. Suddenly you felt someone taking the place between your legs one more time but despite being so tired, your mind seemed to have other plans, your skin prickled at the warmth engulfing you, another familiar scent wrapping your whole body. 
He didn’t waste any time, he kissed you… Kissed you like he craved you, feverishly. His lips moved in sync against yours while his hands roamed through your sweaty body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him with your legs feeling his hard cock against your abused cunt. You were too sensitive, your body was hot all over, and even though It was telling you It couldn’t take it any longer, your fucked out brain wanted more. 
You grinded against his hips and started to fumble with his trousers until you freed his cock from its confines. You grabbed at his length and he moaned in your mouth, waiting for you to align the head of his cock against the pulsing entrance of your pussy and you cried out at the new intrusion, feeling incredibly sore. 
Overwhelmed by pleasure, you started to grind against his hips again, urging him to fuck you. With both of his hands on your hips, he set an excruciatingly slow rhythm, distracting you with his mouth on your neck, he started to paint your skin in dark bruises. You cried again, threw your head back while letting your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself, like his body was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you from floating away. 
With one of his hands, he started to play with your clit, massaging the sensitive nub between his fingers, dragging more mewls from your lips, making you writhe against his strong grip. His cock was unrelenting, picking up his pace as he started to fuck you hard and deep, your sensitivity only amplifying the waves of pleasure that crossed your veins. Your pussy fluttered around his length and he knew you were close, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot and you moaned loudly. 
You felt his hand snaking up your chest until it found your neck and he pressed for a moment, your breath hitched, caught up in your throat and you clenched down on him. You got lightheaded and his thrusts became sloppier, you could feel he got lost in yourself very quickly and arousal twisted in your stomach, you felt flattered. 
He gave a chucked off groan and for a moment you imagined who it could be, which one of them was fucking you this time, the great hall was filled with his grunts and the wet squelch of your pussy. 
“Faster… Please…” You managed to mumble. 
Your pussy was clenching desperately around his cock and he was throbbing inside you, he was close too, you could feel it. He fucked you hard and faster until he sheated tightly into your pussy holding you in place as he came, triggering your own orgasm. You came so hard your mind went blank, your body spasmed and you went limp in his arms. He held you strongly so you wouldn’t fall, your head on his shoulders as you breathed heavily. He rubbed your back for a minute before he pulled out and after making you sure you were firm, sitting on the table, he left. 
“I-I… Ragnar…” You raised your hand blindly and seconds later you felt his fingers intertwined with yours.
“You’re doing great for me, my love.” He whispered, lips on your sweaty forehead. “Can you give me one more?”
“I don’t know…” You breathed.
“I know you can, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips. “Give me one more so we can take care of you.” 
We. You noticed the weird choice of word and felt him when he kissed your knuckles. We. What did he mean by that? Your thoughts were cloudy when his warmth surrounded you again, he picked you up in his arms and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, laying down your face on his shoulders, letting him carry you wherever. 
Ragnar sat you down on someone’s lap, when you felt a pair of shaky legs right under your body and nervous hands wrapping around your waist. He turned you around, made you put one of your knees on each side of that body and just like that he left. There was a nervous silence between you two, but you were close enough to feel his shaky breath against your cheeks. 
Suddenly, he used one of his hands to take off your blind fold, you blinked your tears away, trying to get used to the new brightness. You focused on the image in front of you and met Ivar’s widened eyes staring back at you. Ivar was nervous, but you could sense his arousal in the way that he watched you, intently following down your body, from your face to your collar bones and your chest, your soft belly and your exposed core, he gulped. 
You stayed like that for a moment, only looking at each other like you were trying to read each other’s minds, you almost forgot about the little crowd watching you two but as his eyes wandered over your shoulders you were reminded. 
“C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered and you nodded dumbfounded. His lips touched yours slightly, shaky and cold, you didn’t kiss him back at first, then he pulled back, looking at you with a frown and a little pout. “You don’t want to…”
“No!” You were quick to respond. “I want to. I really want to, Ivar.” You reassured him and his expression softened.
You cradled his face between your hands and kissed him, this time deeply, your tongue teasing his as you felt his hands pressing on waist, pressing your body down. When you pulled away, he was gone, glossy eyes staring back at you as he choked out a whimper, following your face with his eyes still closed, reaching for your lips. 
He sighed and opened his eyes, he frowned again, so impatient. You touched his lips with your thumb, fluffy and wet from your last kiss and he licked the tip, you shuddered. Being that close he seemed so young to you, kinda lost in his own feelings and sensations, so different from the Ivar you knew, he always seemed so sure of himself. 
Ivar opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but as you rolled your hips down his lap he gasped, that seemed to erase every trace of thought in his head, he just closed his eyes and whimpered, throwing his head back. You used the chance to latch onto his neck, groaning quietly against his skin. Gods, you were soaked. It was definitely not like you hadn’t been fucked into oblivion by four men already, you were ready to get lost one more time. You licked his skin, sucked and nipped, leaving behind tiny red marks, basking in the sounds he was making. 
“Can I?” You asked him and he nodded, that was the only permission you needed to come back to his neck, to start rolling your hips over again. 
The rumors about the young man not being able to satisfy a woman were the biggest lie, you thought to yourself. You could feel him getting hard under your body and the thought of having him inside you was driving you mad. 
“I’m so wet for you, Ivar.” You murmured against his ear, only for him to hear you and he whimpered again, thrusting up his hips a bit. 
“For me?” He whispered breathlessly and you nodded, tracing his lips with your thumb again before kissing him feverishly. 
“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and put it between your bodies, his fingers met with your core, rubbing the mess of fluids on your pussy. “Will you help me?” 
He nodded, dumbfounded. You used your hand between your bodies to grab his cock and started jerking slowly, his lips parted as he gasped for air. The fact that these small touches were bringing so much pleasure to him was even more exciting to you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks, your lips almost touch and his fingers trembled between your legs, nervously moving between your folds. 
Abruptly, you intensified your movements, he choked out a groan and closed his eyes, precum was leaking from his tip, making it easier for you to slide your hand up and down his cock, that pulsed and twitched in your hand. Quickly you moved it away, standing up a bit to line up his cock with your entrance, he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess, silently worshiping you, shaky hands wrapping around your waist as you sat down his length. 
“Gods… Please…” He groaned when he felt your warm walls engulfing him. 
You placed your hand on his shoulders as you fucked yourself over his cock, slowly moving your hips up and down. You brought his hand back down your body and started to use his fingers to massage your clit.
“Like this?” He asked in awe. 
“Yes…” You answered under your breath. 
Quickly you started to bounce on his cock, riding him like your life depended on it. The great hall was filled with Ivar’s small grunts and your breathy moans. You squeeze at his shoulders and threw your had back, he kept his fingers in your clit, drawing hard circles on your little nub just like you taught him and you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he was close and so were you. 
You moaned with every thrust, you hunched over and kissed him, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pushed you down on his cock. You felt his release and he moaned loudly against your mouth. Your own high coming down hard on you as you clenched on him, cumming for what felt like the thousandth time that night. 
You laid down on his shoulder for a moment, trying to ease your breathing as you came down from your orgasm. He hugged you tightly, thumb drawing small circles on your back and you could fall asleep right there, you closed your eyes and your consciousness almost abandoned you for a moment, that’s when you felt someone taking you up from Ivar’s lap and you whined, feeling empty and sore. 
“I’ll take care of you.” Ragnar mumbled in your ear. “Take him out, we don’t want him here.” 
You imagined he was referring to Rollo who was finally silent, or maybe you just stopped listening to your surroundings. In Ragnar's arms you did fall asleep, waking up again only when you felt a warm cloth between your legs, you quickly moved away from the touch but was stopped by a pair of hands on your legs. 
“I’m just cleaning you up.” Ragnar told you and you opened your eyes, finding him sitting by your side, you looked around and recognized his bedroom, the furs were soft against your skin and you were extremely tired. 
“Was I good?” You asked under your breath, reaching out for his hand, which he really took, taking it to his lips, spreading kisses all over it. 
“So good...” He said it against your skin and you smiled tiredly. 
After cleaning you up he snuggled by your side, covering your bodies with fur and putting your head on his chest, rubbing your hair as you slowly fell back to sleep. 
“Our best girl.” Was the last thing you heard before drifting into slumber. 
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bjornswoman · 8 months
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Vikings Masterlist
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Bjorn Ironside
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Mine
Afraid of losing you
Heart's healer
His night
Precious
Arrows
Blue piercing eyes
I love you
Zinnia
False promises
Ubbe
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His dark side
Jealous
Secret
Just listen
His bride
Sick girl
Little girl
My enemy and me*
Hvitserk
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Goddess
One of his women
Betrayed
Best friends
Crazy and mad
Lies* (remake) / Lies*
Fake wedding
Worth it
My prisoner
Ivar the Boneless
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Mad about you
Last night, Back to you
Break
Feelings
Crimes of love
Games and conflicts
Jealous girl
Right person wrong time
Photograph
Toxic I, II
Destruction*
Harald Finehair
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Allies
Live for me
Free with you
Shieldmaiden's secret
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ubbesbabymama · 1 year
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Björn Ironside falling first.
↳ Pairing. Bjorn Ironside.
↳ Summary. Headcanons on Bjorn falling for you first and hard.
↳ Warnings. It has a NSFW part because we have seen it in the show, he can’t keep it in his pants.
↳ Note. I think by now is quite obvious that I write confident and powerful readers lmaoo.
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The day he met you he knew that he will do everything in his power and more to make you his.
And although he is certain that you hate his ass and anything that has to do with him, he still greets you with a flirty smirk every time he passes you.
What he doesn’t know it’s that it’s just your personality that it’s pretty quiet for a Viking.
You also don’t want to be associated with him the same day you meet him. He can at least wait some more.
His way of courting you is by acting out of character since he doesn’t know how to even get on your good side.
When there are meetings to discuss what to do with the settlement he has on different lands, he asks for you to sit by his side even though you’re not his right hand.
On raids, he orders for your tent to be right by his tent and he may or may not have the order to change your furs for his, so you can be more comfortable.
When there’s a feast, he orders you to sit by his side on the throne and although you hate it, you do so since he’s the king.
“Are you enjoying the night, Y/N?” He will murmur right onto your ear.
“I would enjoy it a little more if I was at the table with the other shield-maiden.” You say, your tone is not harsh but it’s not flirty like his.
“You know that you can go, you are a free woman.” He smirks, his stare lowering to your cleavage.
“So you can go and sit there by my side, making all the women uncomfortable since you had sex with half of them?” You ask with a smile, and he shrugs humming.
“I can’t deny or confirm that.”
“Right.”
He gets jealous every time he sees one of his men talking to you. Not because of the talking, no, but because you're smiling at them.
“You never smile at me.” Like he always does, he murmurs into your ear, standing so close behind you that his chest is pressed to your back.
“Why would I?” You hum.
“You should, don’t you think?” He whispers, caressing your neck with his nose.
“I’ll try.” And like always, you left him hanging and start walking.
The moment when he feels as if you don’t hate him that much is when he is wounded in a fight and you lose your cool, running to his side and taking care of the five men that got him to that state. After that you don’t let nobody get close to him, making it your job to clean his wounds every day and heal him.
It was in that moment where you let your walls down and he can see right through your acts that you want him just as much as he wants you. So he grabs you by the neck and kisses you hard.
That’s the start of your relationship with Björn Ironside.
Now, you don’t change that much towards him, except that now he can touch you and kiss you. And that he does a lot, he does not care if you’re alone or if there are people around.
Because you have been a witness of two of his marriages when you were still training to be a shield-maiden you are always alert. Always with the thought at the back of your mind that one day you will find him cheating.
So imagine your surprise when you come home from training with the new shield maiden and find him touching himself and moaning your name.
“Mhm, I see you’ve started without me.” You murmur, leaning on the doorframe. He looks up and bites his lower lip.
“Today I can’t stop the craving of being inside you and you weren’t here,” He says in a rush, he makes space for you on the bed. “Come please, make a mess of me.”
NSFW properly.
He thought he will have you in the palm of his hand the moment he beds you. Oh, how wrong he was.
He gets addicted to you as we just saw before the nsfw cut. He wants to go at it at all times.
You are going to take a bath? Let him join you and ride him until the tub gets empty from all the movements.
You are healing his wounds? Ride him slowly because it hurts him more not being inside you.
You’re sitting by his side on the throne? Let him touch your chest discretely.
He is insatiable.
The good thing? You are too and that plays a big part in his addiction.
He adores to see you rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he rolls his hips, he adores to hear you beg for him to breed you, to make you his, how can he not be addicted to you?
He absolutely adores when you start the deed, which is usually by dismissing everybody in the great hall and then getting naked in front of him. He makes you ride him right there and then.
It’s safe to say that he does not get bored of you and you ended up being his last wife.
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Hello there :) please could I request something for Vikings with a female reader if possible. Where the reader (a shieldmaiden) meets the ragnarssons for the first time after being taken in by Ragnar when her parents are killed, and they start developing feelings for her later on? 💙
Hey! Thought that making this into headcanons/preferences would be the best format, message me if you want a full work where I elaborate!🌺
🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀
Vikings preference: Falling for a shieldmaiden taken in by Ragnar
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Bjorn A little rough around the edges, at first - you're a complete stranger, after all. Maybe he criticizes your posture one day and you're more than willing to make him prove his 'superiority'. Whether you win or lose is not as important as the sole fact that you were a challenge for him, although he might not outright admit that. Despite being a shieldmaiden and Bjorn having witnessed your abilities first-hand, he still perceives you as a woman first - the burden of upbringing, one might say. Because of that, he often tries to fight your battles for you, both on the battlefield and outside of it. Most of the time it's small things: bringing you this, giving you that. He definitely might come off as overbearing at times but there's no malice in his heart - Bjorn genuinely believes he's doing the right thing. The downside is that even your stern words might not knock off his habits (the two of you fought numerous times about his overprotective attitude). That protective side of him comes out especially strong during cold winter months when he needs to be extra sure that you're well-fed and warm. In his hot and cold attitude, you find irrefutable proof of his affection. After all, what else if not love could bring warmth and care out of a man known for his dauntlessness and reserved attitude? Bjorn puts his fondness into words in a very peculiar manner: suggesting your possible gains. In other terms, he hints at all the goods you'd have and the shortages you wouldn't suffer if he could have your hand. See that pile of wood that's going to last you for at least a month? Or the furs on your bed that are just enough to stay warm on a freezing winter night? Without half-truths and subtext, Bjorn assures you that he could provide you so much more. Although 'could' should be read as 'wants to' - a desire he's determined to fulfil only if you agree to be his.
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Ubbe The one who actually talks to you first, with no expectations or prejudice. Even if he did have those, he's capable of looking past them and making a fair judgement only after getting to know you. At first he's a little uncomfortable with the situation and your person because you're kind of like a sister but not really? That apprehension doesn't last long, however: he's a little too smitten with you. To his own surprise, your presence makes the long absence of his father a little easier to bear - Ragnar didn't leave on a whim, he had a reason to do so and it was a good reason. If the other Ragnarsons treat you with malice, thinking of you as the sole reason they had to grow up fatherless, Ubbe is always ready to step in and de-escalate the situation. In some way, he's similar to Bjorn in expressing his affection in the sense of being protective. Ubbe perceives you as a woman, a woman he loves to be exact, and only then a warrior, despite getting a taste of your skills on his own. Just like his half-brother, he'd try to do things for you, deal with the mundane burdens of everyday life; he only cares about you. The thing that sets them apart is Ubbe's willingness to stand back - once he knows you can stand your ground, he lets go a little, although reluctantly. Another thing is that he already acts like your husband despite being yet to earn that title: always being in your vicinity, fighting any men who try to woo you, thinking ahead and gifting you anything you might need in the near future. Whenever his training alongside his brothers, Ubbe tends to tease them saying that you're better than them. Whether that is true or just brotherly spitefulness is yet to be determined. When the moment comes and Ubbe confesses his affections, he's very straight-forward, telling you how much you mean to him.
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Hvitserk Curious and fascinated - you're pretty and courageous. Even if you end up rejecting him (a possibility he doesn't think is realistic), you seem like a great person to be around. He's friendly from day one. Keeps hinting at his romantic interest in you through smooth, sublime and yet unambiguous remarks, so there is no doubt about his intentions. In an attempt to spend more time with you, Hvitserk offered to join you in training. Clashing swords and breadth-of-hair ducks were not enough to stop his flirting (you had this growing suspicion that he's also unnecessarily touchy - not that you were one to complain). The only difference from his daily sweet talk was that with a sword in his hand, Hvitserk's words became vividly more explicit. Some of them caught you off guard but once the surprise washed away, you realized you had nothing against those generous offers becoming true. Even if his brothers are also interested in you, he doesn't see them as a competition or a threat of any sort. His approach wouldn't be a surprise to anyone who had even once seen you two together - there was no chance any other Ragnarson could sweep you off your feet. Truth be told, you knew Hvitserk's feelings before he told you, although it should be clarified that he didn't explicitly confess his affections: during a quite intimate moment, in bed and under furs, he suddenly asked you to marry him. Relationship-wise, out of all the Ragnarsons Hvitserk is the one to treat you the most equally to him.
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Sigurd Begins to be interested in you simply because his brothers were. Then he noticed your ambivalence towards Ivar and how much it was pissing the youngest brother off and Sigurd was instantly on board - he might yet find an ally in you. Out of the Ragnarssons, he is the most invisible brother and so he didn't quite expect to pique your interest. To his surprise, you're the one to accost him, asking about living in Kattegat and the family reputation he has to hold up. Not to mention all the prince's responsibilities he has to suffer. From your own words, Sigurd learned that, just like him, you're not one for big crowds and front rows, preferring to stray from the eye of the storm that so often seemed to emerge around Ragnar and his sons. He finally found someone who understood his perspective and not only that - they shared it. The two of you are often disappearing somewhere together and the general population of Kattegat quite quickly catches on but you and Sigurd care little about those rumours. Definitely spent hours upon hours coming up with a wax poetic ballad about you. He put himself in one of the verses describing his growing fondness for you. Luckily for him, he won't have to change the verse about the shieldmaiden loving some guy named Sigurd back.
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Ivar Acts like he doesn't care and tries to make himself believe that mainly because deep inside he had immediately dismissed the possibility of you being interested in him. You've heard stories of course but a certain degree of scepticism is a trait of a good warrior - it keeps you level-headed. Once when you were sitting on the pier, enjoying a moment of solitude, Ivar approached you only to ask about his father. After all, you'd spent more time with Ragnar than he did, even if he wasn't your actual parent. While sharing stories about the famous Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar noticed that you're neither apprehensive nor fearful of him. In a way, it upsets him - he found himself in a situation where he doesn't have the upper hand. But this surprising and wholly unwelcome vulnerability didn't backfire. Truthfully, the longer you talked about the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok, the more Ivar wished you would stop talking about his father and simply talk about yourself. Except for his parents, you were the only person whose presence he didn't completely detest and Ivar was yet to make an opinion on how that made him feel. He definitely hates seeing you interact with his brothers as he naively thought that he was the only recipient of your sympathies and it's exactly that lack of exclusivity that makes him go out on a limb and make less-than-ambiguous remarks that you happily reciprocate. Sometimes, when he can't sleep at night, Ivar climbs onto his father's throne and dwells on various fantasies of glory and bloodshed. In those dreams, there's always a place for you - a brave and beautiful shieldmaiden that rides into battle by his side and gives birth to his children, who go on to become kings, emperors and conquerors.
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To Call Forth Love - Chapter 18
Here it is, friends! The promised update! A massive thank you to everyone who replied to my prior post. You guys are truly the best and y'all give me the desire to finish this story.
I'll confess, this chapter is short (by my standards). I also feel like its not up to my usual quality of writing, so please give me some grace as I step back into the world of writing and remembering how to use words.
Lastly, if I missed anyone who wants to be added to the new tag list, please let me know!
Words: 3900
Warnings: Violence (both graphic and implied), swearing, Ivar still struggles with feelings
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The day of reckoning had come. 
A red sun rose that morning. The locals glanced nervously at the sky and muttered under their breath at the strange sight. But Ivar knew what it meant. A blessing on this day from the old gods. 
Everything had fallen into place far more easily than he anticipated, a blessing indeed. The manipulation, the lies shared to convince the traitors to meet with him, feigned ignorance to soothe any worry of their deceptive being known. It all dripped from his lips like poisoned honey, until it was too late. Until the door was shut and a gun was pointed at their heads. Then he dropped the façade and allowed his guile to show. Only then were the traitors introduced to the truth of their failed scheme….and become close acquaintances with his knives. 
It was a day for justice.
A day for vengeance. 
And Ivar relished every moment. 
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Amidst the dim light leaking through the few windows into the basement, the stench of dry, stale air, piss and blood permeated. 
Two men knelt on the concrete ground before their executioner. Naked, with their clothing scattered beneath them, cut from their bodies with artful precision. Arms outstretched as in the worship, yet thick rope bound them to this position. Not as devout petitioners, but as those in bondage without even a god able to save them. 
For Armageddon had arrived, led by a blue-eyed devil with a malicious smile and blood dripping from his knives. 
Studying the one still conscious, he casually wiped the traitor's blood from his knife with a clean rag, for he refused to miss a single moment of pain or despair that was to come. 
The trial of judgment had not truly begun yet. This was only the first act. 
A vibration from his phone drew his attention away momentarily as he checked the text. A smirk adorned his face as he replaced the phone in his pocket and returned his gaze to the one before him. 
"They are here." Ivar stated, "should I wake your friend? He's been unconscious for some time now."
The traitor remained silent, his eyes staring at the gray floor, even as blood slid down his skin like raindrops. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, almost as if in meditation. But Ivar knew better. The man was waiting. Biding his time. Enduring the pain until the others came.
Unfortunately for him, no amount of waiting would save him from what was to come. 
Ivar glanced over to the other man on the left. Before he had even been restrained, the man had pissed himself and was begging for mercy, crying out and spewing secrets and half-truths in the futile hope for forgiveness. At the first pass of knives over his flushed skin, he fainted. 
Fucking pathetic. 
At Ivar's command, buckets of cold water had been tossed on the sniveling coward to awaken him. He would not get away from his prescribed torment. Not that easily. Twice the man fainted while receiving his medicine. And twice Ivar had him painfully revived. This third time, Ivar allowed him longer in his brief respite. But no longer. 
The day of vengeance had arrived for those who betrayed the Lothbroks, and Ivar would see they were conscious for every moment of it. 
"Wake him up." 
At Ivar's command, his white-haired driver picked up the bucket at his feet and tossed it on the unconscious man. 
The man sputtered and gagged, returning to the land of the living and the land of his torment. Immediately he began whimpering, as if that could save him. As if anything could save him now. 
The echo of footfalls on the wooden staircase sounded in the basement. 
Ivar's smile widened as he met the pained but calm eyes of the traitor kneeling before him. "Better start fucking begging for forgiveness."
Ragnar came around the corner, followed by Lagertha and Bjorn. A gasp filled the air once they came into sight. A sound of recognition. A sound of disbelief. 
“Please! I'm sorry! He made me do it!” The coward began sobbing, his whole naked body shuddering at the strength of his cries and voice. “Please! I didn't–”
“Silence!” Ragnar roared, drawing close, eyeing both men. A predator inspecting the prey. His bright eyes glared at both men, focusing most of his anger on the one known to him. “You thought you could betray me?” He crouched before them, studying them, reading them. A devilish grin grew on his lips after a moment. “How'd that go?” 
He chuckled darkly as he stepped to the side, already knowing the outcome but here to watch the show. With a quick glance to the side, he gave permission for another to step forward and to hear the case. 
The coward continued to whimper but wisely made no move to steak. A pity really, Ivar was hoping to cut out his tongue. 
"Kalf?" Lagertha asked, coming closer. The initial look of shock faded away, leaving behind confusion and anger. A deadly combination. 
"Lagertha, there's been a misunder-" Kalf started to say but cried out in pain after Ivar hit him on the side of his head with his wolf's head cane. 
Ivar returned the cane to his side, leaning back in his plastic chair casually. "Tsk tsk. You do not speak unless spoken to." He shifted his gaze to his father's first wife. “All the evidence is on the table over there.” 
Lagertha followed the nod of Ivar's head, looking towards a table pressed against the wall. On it were stacks of papers, all the threads from the web of betrayal, cut and laid out to prove his betrayal. Every string, every conversation, every transaction, every knot in the thread. The damning evidence Ivar had been gathering for months. All there in black and white. 
With a resigned sigh, Lagertha glanced down to Ivar. “I believe you.”
Ivar nodded silently, shifting the cane from his left hand to his right, still encased in the damn cast. He had never liked Lagertha and she had never liked him. They tolerated one another but that was the extent, prefering to avoid one another's company in casual or public settings. Except when it came to business. There was an unspoken respect they harbored for one another in this one regard; and for her to take Ivar's word alone on this matter, furthered his respect for her. 
He did notice that Bjorn walked over and started leafing through the papers. Maybe his eldest brother was finally learning to use his half-wit brain. 
The fierce businesswoman moved to stand in front of her lover, seemingly uncaring of the splatters of blood and shredded clothing under her heeled boots. “Why?”
He opened his mouth, eyes full of hurt and hope, but before any sounds escaped, she cut him off. 
“Do not lie to me, Kalf.” She practically snarled, a she-wolf rising in fury, with no sight of a heartbroken lover. 
He gazed at her, tone beseeching. “I did it for us.”
Her hand moved so fast that even Ivar did not catch it until the loud sound of a smack echoed in the basement, followed by Kalf's grunt as his head jerked to the side. 
“If you did it for us, you would have included me in your schemes.”
Kalf worked his jaw before returning his gaze to his lover. “I planned on it, but–” 
Another smack reverberated in the air. 
“Try again.” Lagertha spat out. 
Ivar could see it. The moment Kalf's pretense swiftly crumbled. His face hardened, eyes switching from a hopeful innocence to angry slits. His body tensed as if preparing to fight back, to finally show some spine and no longer take the abuse. 
“I knew we could run the organization better. Make more money and be unstoppable. But I knew…I fucking knew you'd never leave Ragnar. You'd never leave his side because you'll always be his side bitch. So I did what I had to.” Kalf grinned but there was no humor. Blood darkened his teeth, giving him a monstrous look. “Does that make you feel better, baby? I'd have given you everything but you'll always run back to Ragnar. You never stopped loving him, you just got better at hiding it. What a fucking waste. I would have made you a queen!” 
Lagertha yanked out a pistol from the holster on her thigh and aimed it at Kalf's head. Hand steady. Lips in a thin line. Eyes focused on him. A she-wolf ready for the kill. 
Kalf chuckled darkly. “You won't do it, my love. You don't like getting your hands dirty.”
Ivar waited to see the outcome. Ragnar already commanded that Lagertha was to choose Kalf's fate. A fucking waste in Ivar's opinion but he relented. Hopefully he would be given the other one, an example needed to be made. Although the other man was only the accountant to scrub the books and try to hide the betrayal, not the mastermind that Kalf was, he was still involved. That was enough to earn his death. Preferably at Ivar's hands. 
But Kalf's death would be decided by Lagertha. 
Ragnar and Bjorn watched from the sidelines, witnesses to the impending justice against their organization and family. Holding a paper in each hand, fury coated Bjorn's face, understanding of the undermining that had been allowed to run rampant for too long, especially by one he trusted. With arms crossed and an impassive expression, Ragnar watched on. When Ivar caught his eye, he received a nod but returned his gaze to the show, waiting for his ex wife to make a decision. All the papers and what they represented were already reviewed by Ragnar as Ivar discovered the treachery.  
After a long tense moment, a gun shot rang out. Almost deafening in the small basement. Yet no one flinched. The sound as familiar as birdsong for those still breathing. 
Surprise and pleasure flooded through Ivar as the coward's head lolled loosely, brains blown out and splattered on the wall and floor. Payment for his crime painted for all to see.
Kalf jerked his head to look at his accomplice and then back to his lover, confusion and shock in the lines of his face.  
“You shouldn't have dragged Philippe into your mess.” Lagertha calmly said, replacing her pistol at her thigh. “Ivar, he's all yours. Do with him what you want.” She took a step back. “Good bye, Kalf.” Then with the poise of a queen, she turned on her heel and headed back up the stairs, washing her hands of her former lover and his demise. 
In the next moment, a hand landed on Ivar's shoulder. “Good work.” His father commended. He gave him one more fatherly pat before following Lagertha up the stairs. 
Ivar grimaced as he knew his father was following his first wife to help her blow off some steam. Something that happened but no one spoke of. 
A different set of footsteps came to his other side. As Ivar looked up at his eldest brother, a grimace on his own face at his parents, echoed Ivar's own sentiments. With a shake of his head, Bjorn looked down at Kalf who had gone suspiciously silent and still. 
“I thought she would shoot you…guess she thought that was too fucking easy for you.”
Kalf spat out a bloody mess towards Bjorn's leather shoes, eyes blazing and fresh blood trickled down his chin. 
“Have fun with that one.” Bjorn said. “And try to keep your cast clean. Fuck, you'll never get all that blood out.”
“I'll get a new fucking one. Fucking hell.”
“Fine.” Bjorn crossed his arms over his broad chest. “What are you going to do with him?”
Ivar shrugged, examining the man like a piece of marble waiting to be sculpted. “Cut off each of his own fingers and make him eat them?”
“That's disgusting.” Bjorn shuddered. “Don't take too long. We need you in Spain. We got a call on the way here.”
“What happened?” 
“I'll fill you in after your fun, but it sounds like you'll be there a few days.”
“Okay.”
The eldest Lothbrok son opened his mouth for a moment, then stopped to lick his lips before starting quietly again. “Have you…have you heard from her yet?”
There was only one her that Bjorn could possibly be referring to and it made Ivar's blood boil even as his heart shattered. 
“Shut the fuck up.” Ivar seethed, fingering the head of his cane, wondering how much trouble he would get in if he broke Bjorn's shins by striking him.
As if sensing the impending violence, Bjorn backed away. “Call me when you're done here.”
Ivar grunted, still beyond pissed his brother would bring her up right now. 
“You know…my mom mentioned that Kalf had an almost irrational fear of fire.” 
At Bjorn's lazy comment, Kalf's head lifted to stare at Ivar, face blanched and eyes wide with panic. 
A truly ferocious grin appeared on the youngest Lothbrok's face at the pure terror radiating from the man before him. Even when his flesh had been pierced with Ivar's knives, beaten with Ivar's cane, the man had endured without fear. Oh, but the sweet scent of terror that radiated off him now…
Ivar barely heard Bjorn's retreating footsteps up the stairs. He turned to look at his driver, his long white hair tied back, highlighting his cruel scar on the side of his face. 
“Toss me your lighter.”
Pleas for mercy tainted the air, but not for long.
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As he stepped out of the elevator, it took all of his mental capability to keep his feet moving purposefully and his gait steady. His eyes were gritty and dry from lack of sleep, his body threatened to revolt against his restless mind and collapse in desperate need of rest. He refused to acknowledge it, propelling himself forward. After this one last meeting, he would allow himself to give in and seek the rest his body so desperately needed. 
Ignoring those scurrying around, he passed the several offices on the top floor of Ragnarssons Trading. The scowl he wore must have been fearsome for how quickly it made those plebeians scatter out of his way. Wise on their part. He was in no mood for empathy or kindness, traits he was not commonly known for anyway. He just wanted to fucking sleep. The temptation to stab anyone who tried to stop him was exceptionally high. 
“You live!” 
“Fuck off.” Ivar grumbled, more out of habit than true ill intent. Well, if he tried to stop him, there may be some violence. 
Falling into step with him, Hvitserk looked smart in his gray suit, a clear contrast from Ivar's own rumpled jeans with t-shirt and leather jacket. “How was Spain? No, wait, you were just in Morocco. Or was it Turkey again?” 
“India.”
“Hmm…What I heard, you've spent more time in dungeons and airplanes than in a bed. Those bags under your eyes make you look like a zombie. Ah hell, when did you last sleep?”
Ivar grunted, annoyed with his brother's ceaseless chatter and the reminder of his lack of self-care. “Father in his office?”
“I think so. I was about to go for a late lunch. Want me to wait for you?”
“No, I'd probably fall asleep before the food came.”
Hvitserk chuckled but did not dispute the claim. 
The pair arrived at the door for Ragnar's office. With a quick knock on the wood and a following ‘enter’, Hvitserk opened the door for them. 
Ragnar sat at his large desk, an organized chaos to all the things upon it. Scattered papers and files resided in piles, along with a cheap, tourist paper map of Stockholm spread out and a bronzed human skull which Ragnar refused to admit if it was real or not. Ivar had always bet it was real. 
Torstein also occupied the room, standing behind the desk beside Ragnar, pointing at the laptop screen open in front of them. They must have been continuing speaking of logistics for a particular expansion of goods into Stockholm. 
At their entrance, Ragnar kept his gaze on the screen while addressing him. “I thought you were coming in tomorrow?”
“I can just as easily report today.” Ivar ungraciously plopped into one of the leather chairs in front of Ragnar's desk. He winced at the impact and the sharp pain shooting down his legs. With more care, he set his right hand, still in the cast, on the arm rest. 
At Ivar's audible pained inhale, Ragnar aimed his piercing gaze at his youngest son. “You look like shit.”
Ivar snorted. “The devil doesn't sleep and neither do I.”
That made Ragnar smirk and Torstein chuckle. From the other seat beside him, Ivar could feel Hvitserk's eye roll. Everyone knew that Ivar had been running himself ragged, anything to keep himself busy, which usually involved his face glued to a computer or phone screen or blood on his hands. Ever since Kalf's fall from grace and his fiery demise, Ivar had been cauterizing the wound left in the company…and reminding people what happened when they placed themselves on the Lothbrok's bad side. 
“Suit yourself. Tor, finish this and I'll make a phone call–” Ragnar spoke to his friend but Ivar tuned him out. 
He closed his eyes, dropping his chin to his chest as he waited. His father was not wrong. He felt like shit. Then again, he had felt like shit for the past three weeks now, ever since Kari had told him she needed space. So he focused on what he could do for the family business. Anything to distract himself from what his heart yearned for. During this time, he learned it was easier to feel physically shitty and move on. It was much harder to ignore and move on when his heart was fractured and bleeding her name. 
Eyes closed, his mind began to drift lazily like an autumn leaf, thoughts moving at a sluggish pace due to his exhaustion. He had tried to sleep in his car on the way here from the airport but sleep eluded him- still too wound up from the flight, too many cigarettes and too much caffeine. The trifecta of sleep deprivation. He never slept on planes, even on private planes, he could never relax enough. Especially when they flew over open water. 
A buzzing from his pocket jerked him out of his almost meditative state. Without opening his eyes, he dug around in his pocket and pulled his personal phone out. Only a few people had his private number, preferring to direct most of his calls to his work phone, which lay silent in his other pocket. 
“‘eah?” He mumbled amidst a sudden yawn. 
A hesitant but professional male voice spoke. “Mr Lothbrok?” 
“Huh?”
“Is this–ah, is this Ivar Lothbrok?”
His brain awoke on full alert at the implementation that a stranger had his personal number. “Who the fuck are you?” Those sluggish thoughts went into overdrive, trying to recognize the voice or how this fucker got a hold of his number. 
“I'm Nurse Olsen, calling from the General Hospital. A patient we have gave us your name and number as an emergency contact. My apologies for bothering you, we just needed to verify. Do you know a Kari Larsen?”
What racing thoughts died a spectacular death by crashing into a wall of shock and disbelief. 
Someone was calling him about Kari. 
As an emergency contact. 
From a hospital. 
Where she is a patient. 
A PATIENT!
In a strange form of whiplash, his brain went from a screeching halt in shock to overdrive of all the reasons she could possibly be in the hospital, each scenario worse than its predecessor. “Is she hurt?” He wheezed out, as his heart and lungs threatened to be strangled with the sudden fear that exploded within him. 
“Sir, I'm not allowed to discuss patients’ wellbeings over the phone–”
“IS SHE HURT?!” He screamed, the building panic in his chest rising higher and higher, suffocating him. 
His mind easily conjured her laying in a hospital bed, nurses and doctors swarming her like parasites, sticking tubes in her, cleaning up her precious blood, all in an attempt to save her. She laid there unconscious to her precarious position. Or maybe she was screaming for him. That was how they got his number. She needed him as she lay dying. 
He drew a ragged breath but it failed to relieve the painful pressure in his chest. Gods, if she died….he promised. He promised to take care of her. 
A new level of loathing sunk its claws into him, a demon from the darkest pits burrowed into his mind, taunting, tormenting. 
He had promised. 
And he failed. 
Again. 
“Mr Lothbrok, are you able to come to the hospital?” The nurse sighed before speaking again. 
“Yes.” He croaked out. 
“Excellent, what you can do is park–”
But the nurse's explanation was cut off as Ivar ended the call. 
Ivar stumbled to his feet, grabbing the edge of the desk to steady himself. The floor beneath him shifted and rolled like waves. Or maybe it was the demon cackling in his ears, messing with his equilibrium. Spots danced in his vision but he ignored them, pushing past. He had to get to her. He had to see her. Was his heart even beating anymore? His chest burned, each breath a struggle to take. As he tried to slip his phone back into his pocket, he realized his hands were shaking. Or was it his whole body?  
What exhaustion previously had taken root was brutally ripped out and replaced with a buzzing, paralyzing panic. 
“Ivar? What happened?” Hvitserk's voice broke through. His hands grabbed his younger brother's shoulders, saving him from falling in his unstable haste to move. “Ivar?!”
“I–I have to go to the hospital.” Tears welled in his eyes, that terror and panic finally having risen to his mind, strangling his rationality, constricting his thoughts until all he could think of was Kari and he failed. 
“What happened? Oh shit. Is…was that about Kari?” Hvitserk's eyes widened in horror. 
“She's there.” Ivar gasped, weakly pushing his brother aside, hands still shaking. ”She's there right now. I have to go– fuck, I've got to see her.” 
Stumbling, forcing himself faster than his crippled legs would allow, to escape the way his chest was collapsing even as he fought for breath, fought for each step. He had to see her. There was no other option. 
She had to be okay. His kitten. He refused. He fucking refused to believe she was dying, even as his mind continued to create horrific scenes. 
This was not how he wanted to be reunited with her. 
Hvitserk grabbed his arm, steadying his erratic pace. “I'm coming with you.”
Gratitude swelled within Ivar but the panic clogging his throat refused to let the words pass. 
The two rushed into the hallway, as fast as Ivar's crippled legs would allow. Hvitserk already had his phone out, calling Ivar's driver to have his car ready at the front for them. At the pounding footfalls behind them, Ivar glanced over his shoulder to see Ragnar following like an intimidating guardian angel. 
Ragnar snarked. “Hurry your ass up or I'll carry you on my back like when you were a boy.”
“You're too fragile, old man.” Ivar managed to retort. 
“Shut the fuck up, you little asshole, and let's go get your girl.”
As the three of them hurried out of the building, the same thought swirled like a growing storm in his mind. 
Hold on, Kari, I'm coming. Just please hold on. 
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Líf
First raid
- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.
⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!
- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.
Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.
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As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.
When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.
At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.
They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.
After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.
After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.
Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.
The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"
"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."
The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."
Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.
The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.
As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.
"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept
She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."
Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."
She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"
Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."
Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."
Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."
Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.
She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.
Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."
smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.
Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.
Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.
Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.
"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.
She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.
Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.
gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.
She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."
Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."
She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.
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witchthewriter · 10 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐧/𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞
Seafarer, pirates and/or sailors, these men have a love for freedom and adventure. They usually find themselves in sticky situations but somehow always get out of them - either by wit, skill or pure luck. They’re charmers; making you blush while stealing your valuables. Well, some of them are like that - others are more noble. But no matter what - the variants and sons of Poseidon/Neptune will always have a hunger for something ... more. 
𝐵𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝐼𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒
𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛
𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛
𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑟
𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑎𝑑
𝐻𝑎𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜
𝑃𝑜𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛
𝐸𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑦𝑗𝑜𝑦
𝐸𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩
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paracosmoon · 2 years
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king harald finehair would've risked it all for megan thee stallion
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gulnarsultan · 1 year
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Please write more Yandere Ragnar and his childrenhos... I'm loving it too much! 🥺♥️
(Sorry for any spelling mistakes... English is not my first language)
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Hello. Do not worry. English is not my first language. And your request is well written for me to understand. I hope you will like it. Feel free to write more requests.
You became pregnant shortly after you married your Yandere husband, Ragnar. After your first child, Bjorn, was born, Ragnar wanted more children from you. After you became pregnant with your son, you stopped running and fighting. You were determined to be a good mother for your son. Maybe you thought that after a while you would forgive Ragnar. Honestly, he would never show you physical violence. When you were very angry, you would raise your voice from time to time. You and Ragnar had nine healthy children.
Your children's birth order and their names are in this order:
Bjorn
Gyda
Lova
Eirik
Ubbe
Hvitserk
Sigurd
Ivar
Aghda  
You love each and every one of your children very much. You try to be a good mother to them as best you can. You love sewing clothes and preparing toys for your children. You comb your girls' hair and shape them with different braids. You want them to know how to defend themselves. You sing songs, stories and lullabies to your children. You try to be a good wife in Ragnar. He will never let you go raiding with him. When Ragnar and your children are injured and sick, you get very worried and don't leave them for a minute.
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eu-nicola · 9 months
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vikings x fem!oc
It was going to be with reader but I needed to give it a name
my first language isn’t English and I didn't correct this
summary: vikings brothers have a sister who can control dragons and has powerful magic (anon request)
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The baby Freyja had been born with an eye the same as that of a snake with a different color and pupil shape, it was thought that it was because of her ancestors and that it was a way of proving that in the future she was going to be a strong and powerful as her father was. And they weren’t wrong.
In one of Ragnar's trips he found a somewhat strange egg, larger than a normal one with scales and green in color, he took it and took it to his sweet daughter, this was going to be the compensation gift for being gone so long. The day her father returned home the little girl was playing away from everyone while they were looking for her, she didn't care and continued with her game because she thought it was funny how she could move the twigs in the air and throw them far away she even try to try with a big stone but it was too big for someone so tiny.
When they finally found her, her mother didn't realize what she was doing, she just told her it was time to stop playing and took her inside so she could see her father, he welcomed her with open arms and a kiss on the cheek. When the girl began to ask him a thousand questions about where he had been he immediately smiled and took out his gift, Freyja was surprised to see her new gift, it was beautiful for her.
Over time the girl realized that it was not a normal egg and saw a small dark green dragon come out of there, just like its shell, she loved this but she did not want to tell anyone because it was her secret, it was her dragon and if she said so maybe they would want to take it from her and she didn't want to, so she decided to hide it in a cave that she had seen once with her father and brothers not so far from the place but that no one ever went to.
Months passed and even in such a short time the dragon had grown immensely, Freyja, only 6 years old, escaped every day without anyone seeing her and brought the dragon something to eat, she always convinced a prisoner to follow her and she took them there for the dragon she had called "Arrax", certainly she was never afraid to take a prisoner because she knew that they couldn't do anything to her because she had her dragon taking care of her.
One morning Freyja was trying to get a prisoner and escape but for the first time her brothers saw her and instead of telling her something they just followed her to the cave with the prisoner being sure that the man was not going to do something before they killed but it was not necessary because they were surprised when they saw the dragon eat the man in one bite. Immediately the girl noticed the presence of her brothers and smiled at them as if what she had done was a little game. "brothers", the little girl yelled, she came to hug them and at that moment Freyja introduced Arrax to them and she tell them that he was a good pet and very pretty, when her half-brother Bjorn wanted to push her away, she immediately made him fly away the air raising it as she had once done with that twig but now she had been able to do it with it.
"Don't try to take me away from Arrax again." she told them.
At first everyone was so surprised at the beast that even they who are not afraid of anything for a moment were afraid of the dragon. For now no one was going to say anything but maybe in the future when his sister became a woman they would be able to use the dragon for their own purposes. Without speaking they all looked at each other and it seemed that they agreed even Freyja herself that she was already eager to ride the dragon and feed it with her enemies.
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Sweeter than honey.. Part 2
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.
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3 months later....
You spent the last 3 months picking up the pieces. Ivar and Hvitserk were with you all the way, Ubbe and Bjorn too when they were in town. The only brother you didn't see the past 6 months was Sigurd. You two weren't particulary close especially since Ivar was closer to you and they hated eachother. Sigurd had a way to always get under Ivar's skin. That day you got home to an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to the door. You went to the livingroom to find Ivar, Hvitserk and Sigurd on the couch playing on the ps5.
-I love all the pillows in my room, thanks (Y/n). - said Sigurd with a cocky smile on his face.
-Yea no, i'm renting that room, you can take the couch or i dont care, but not my room.
Ivar sighed at his brother as he got up from the couch, walking up to oyu and putting a hand around your waist.
-Or maybe we could share your bed? - he leaned in close, and you didn't see but Ivar and Hvitserk sat there with clenched jaws, barely holding back.
-In your dreams asshat. - you said before twirling out of his arms sitting between Hvitserk and Ivar on the couch.
-So where am i gonna go then? - he asked suddenly pissed.
-Well you can take mine, i have a date anyways. - said Ivar standing up to leave.
-Good luck tiger. - you smiled at him snuggling up to Hvitserk.
-Wait, you don't have a date tonight doll? - Hvitserk held you closer as you heard the front door closing, Sigurd leaving after Ivar.
-No, not after the last time. - you say with a sigh.
-Why? Was he an asshole? Do i need to go and find him? - he asked wriggling his eyebrows.
-Nah, he was fine. Except for... -you say motioning downwards.
-Was it too small? - he mocked you, as he curled a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
-Nah, it was average, but.. he.. um.. - you felt suddenly shy, you shared everything with them, but right now, in his arms, looking up at him, only you realized how close he was. - you know when they are like.. go in without foreplay, finish in 10 seconds and ask you if you finished?
He laughed as he nuzzled your nose.
-Pretty girl left high and dry? tsk tsk, but no i don't know that. Actually i can't imagine that.. i mean how sexy when a woman is begging for me to let her go and don't make her come the 4th time? - he said cheekily as your breathing hitched. -Ah, what's with the blush? Was it long ago?
-Oh um.. i .. not really, i mean... i .. i usually just help myself.. - you said shrugging your shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.
-Oh yea? And i never heard you?
-You're never home when i get home from these "awesome" dates. - you said smirking before you go to the kitchen to get yourself a vodka with applejuice. That was your go-to. You don't notice how he watched your butt in your oh-so-short shorts you usually wear at home.
When you get back to the couch you decided on a Shameless marathon. A few hours and a few drinks later you and Hvitserk are out on the balcony smoking quietly. He stands behind you, his front to your back as he snakes an arm around you.
-I could help you though. - he murmurs before gently nuzzling into your neck.
-With what?
-Well i could show you a good time. - he said kissing your neck.
-Don't fool around Hvitty.
-Not fooling. - he whispered as he started to nip at your ear. Making you sigh as you try to clench your thighs together without him noticing.
-Hvitserk.. - you whimper. - we shouldn't do this.. we're friends since forever..
-All the more reason to do it. We know eachother, we are comfortable, it's safe.. cmon (Y/n), let's have some fun.. Those bastards won't be back until tomorrow.. - he said as his hands started to roam around you while he was kissing your neck again.
-With one condition. - you said as you turned in his arms, one hand immediately settling on your butt as the other held you flush to him as he nodded waiting for your conditions. - you won't tell your stupid brothers, and we don't let it fuck up our friendship. it's just a one time thing.
-Whatever you want princess. - he says before gently kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to deepen it. You didn't even noticed that he started to walk you back into the apartment and to his room, until he pushed you back to his now closed door, hands going under your thighs as he held you up.
He then slowly walked to his bed with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. He gently put you in the bed before breaking the kiss as he hovered over you with a small smile. Eyes searching for yours.
-Can i? - he said as his hand played with the hem of your shirt, and you nod shyly. He took it off his hand smoothing over your skin gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gently hooking into the waistband of your short, leaving you in your under wear. He kisses anywhere he can before settling between your legs, teasing with featherlight touches over your clothed nub, and the very sides of your folds. You never felt this turned on in your life, it made you more talkative that you usually were.
-Hvitserk.. please... - you moaned quietly, as he nuzzled his nose into your panties. He licked a slow strip upwards, and you could feel yourself soaking your panties. He gently hooked a finger into your panties, pushing them to the side before he started to lick you. The gentleness didn't lasted too long before hestarted to eat you out like a starving man. Noone ever ate you out like this, almost as if they were all bored, but not Hvitserk, he seemed to actually get off of your pleasure which made you even hornier. But when you were at the brink of coming, and your hands found his hair he suddenly stopped. And with a smirk he climbed over you kissing you playfully, making you taste yourself. You sighed.
-That's mean... - you said pouting.
-I know baby, but no touching for you. Tonight's about you. So keep your hands to yourself or i'll tie you to my bed. - he winked at you before his hand wandered to your already soaked mound. His small touches made you shiver as you looked at him pleading. Your eyes shut the moment he slipped two fingers inside of you so you didn't see the loving look on his face as you slowly came undone on his fingers, in his bed, your hands clutching the bedframe. You were a good girl, his good girl, at least in this moment. He helped you ride out your high before settling himself between your legs. Somewhere along the way he got naked, and you couldn't help but admire his body under your lashes. He searched for a rubber in his drawer when you interrupted him.
-Forget that shit, im on the pill and im clean. - he never in his life dove in faster before, lining himself up and paaainfully slowly sinking himself into you. When he was seated fully, he leaned in t o kiss you as he felt you fluttering around him. He was nibbling on your lips, member still unmoving when you started to grind your hips making him moan into your mouth.
-You'll be the death of me. - he said before he picked up his pace. You were moaning under him, hands still holding the bedframe. - Taking me so well... If i knew you'd feel like heaven i'd try something sooner.. - he cooed.
He pushed down your bra and took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
-Hvitserk.. - you moaned his name and he felt you fluttering around himself.
-C'mon baby.. give me one more.. - he said as he kissed your sternum, his pace still unforgiving as you came undone under him a second time. At this point you barely knew anything else than his name. He moved slowly inside of you now. Smiling at your blissful state, peppering kisses wherever he could. He put one hand over your wrists as he pickud up his speed again his other hand holding your waist, surely leaving marks.
-You have one more sweetheart.. i can feel it.. want you to cum with me. - he growled. You felt so good around him. snug and velvety. He was hooked.
-Hvitty.. Hvitty... - you moaned as you neared your third orgasm. He took his hand from your waist and started rubbind circles around your oversensitive clit, making you come undone again, and the fluttering of your walls pushed him over the edge too. He caressed your body harsly as he painted your walls white, collapsing on top of you, gathering you in his arms. He placed your hands around his neck then swiped a few locks of your hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.
He cleaned you up, and took you in his arms. The drinks in your system made you forget that he won't leave the next morning, but you fell asleep regardless. He couldn't though. He watched you sleep in his arms in your naked glory. You were peaceful and perfect. You fit in his arms just as perfectly as you fit around Him.
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He will try to think of something. He promised after all..
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The next day you woke up in Hvitserks arms. A slight panic on your face as you realize that you are very much naked, and not in your room, and you can hear Ivar and Ubbe in the kitchen.
You slap Hvitserk awake.
-You gotta help me. If they figure i slept in here i'm never gonna hear the end of it. - you said to him pissed.
-Mkay baby, just. sleep a bit more. - he said trying to snuggle closer to you. That's when you hear a knock on the door.
-Hvitty, you decent? i'm coming in! - said Ubbe as you basically jump and hide in the closet. You forget your shorts and shirt, muttering a small shit as the door opens and Ubbe finds Hvitserk laying in his bed, the duvet over his nether parts.
-WHat's up Ubbe? - he asks in his morning voice.
-You seen (Y/n) yet? She's usually up by now, i wanted to ask if she'd be up to a double date. There's this girl, Margrethe and she says she'll only go on a date with me if i bring someone for his brother.
-I've been sleeping until now, maybe she went for a run or some shit. - he said indifferent but you could see his jaw clenching when Ubbe mentioned the brother of this girl.
When Ubbe left the room, thankfully not noticing your clothing or so you thought.. Hvitserk invited them out for a smoke so you can sneak out and into your room.
When you emerged again it was as if you had just slept in. You started to make coffee. Ivar popped up next to you, Ubbe and Hvitserk on the other side of the counter.
-Hey princess,had a long night? - teased Ivar.
-Yea, we had a shameless marathon adn drank a bit. WHo knew that a drinking game where you drink everytime there's nipples, boobs, butts and dicks will get you drunk in no time.. - you said laughing a bit.
-I wouldn't drink unless they are yours. - winked Ivar and you felt a blush creep up your neck. - wait wait.. what do we have here? - he said as he gently brushed your hair away from your neck, revealing a hickey.
-Oh shut it, date 3 nights ago. - you said, trying to save face. You knew damn well that it was from Hvitserk, and also that date finished in 10 second, not paying attention to oyu... no way he would've leave a hickey. You brushed your hair back, briefly looking over at Hvitserk who had a cocky smile on his face.
-You finally got laid? Way to go babe! Now that calls for a celebration, all of us, in the club, tonight. No excuses. - said Ivar. - Ubbe you can bring your girl and her brother too.
That made Hvitserk clench his jaw again. He's not gonna let that bastard get close to you.
-Be pretty. - said Ivar kissing your cheek before leaving with Ubbe who was already on the phone with Margrethe. Leaving you and Hvitserk staring at eachother.
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At the club...
You were out on the dancefloor, the boys were up in the VIP when Ubbe and Margethe and her brother Harik arrived. When Ubbe asked them where you were, Ivar smirked and pointed at you. A single light on you as you danced, a swarm of men and women dancing around you, kind of fighting for your attention.
-You didn't say she was a goddess... - said Harik already licking his lips as he stalked to you as if you were his prey. Margrethe sat down between Ubbe and Hvitserk and started flirting with them both. Ubbe didn't mind, they usually share women but this time Hvitserk seemed reluctant. Nothing a bit of magic powder wouldn't solve though. The boys started to party, as Harik started to hit on you. You didn't give a shit about him occasionally smiling at him as you danced as if you had heard what he said. The truth is you didn't give a shit. You had enough alcohol in your system to think that maybe you could go for Hvitserk tonight too. You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came out again, you were yanked back into a hard chest. Harik whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body. You would've been happy if this was Hvitserk, but no, not Harik. You elbowed him in the crotch when nothing else worked and ran. You felt so vunerable, so humiliated your tears started to fall as you ran through the dance floor, back up to the vip for your bag so you can leave.
-Shit, (Y/n), whats wrong? - asked Bjorn with concern, You just shook your head and saw Hvitserk and Ubbe all over Margrethe.. it was ok for Ubbe, but it wasn't a full 24 hours since Hvitserk came in you... You grabbed your bag, running out of the club. Only Bjorn noticed and then a fuming Harik came and grabbed Margrethe from between his brothers.
-Deals off. The bitch elbowed me in the crotch when i tried to get her to blow me near the toilets... - he said fuming.
Bjorn stood up, so did Ivar, shoving the girl he tongue fighted a minute ago.
-She's not a bitch, and maybe she didn't elbow you if you'd be the gentleman you said you were. She can smell a douche from a mile. - said Bjorn before taking his jacket and going after you.
He found you near the back alley, crying. He walked up to you and hugged you close.
-Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'm here, you're safe. Ivar will take care of the bastard i promise. - you sniffled into his chest as he held you even thighter.
-I-i just- i... i was so terrified. I though hes gonna... he's gonna..... he had an arm around my neck and his other hand already started to... i ...
-Shhh. it's okay.. i just told it to Ivar, - he said pocketing his phone - now, let's get you home allright? - he asked with concern.
When you got home, he followed you to your room.
-Do you need anything sweetheart?
-I.. i don't wanna be alone... could you stay? At least until someone comes home? - you asked sniffling.
-Course i can stay. Scoot over. - he said as he got into your bed, making you lay your head on his chest, his hand gently drawing circles on your back. Your dress had a lowcut back, so he was caressing your skin. You slowly snaked a hand on his stomach snuggling closer. You put your leg over his. His touch caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin, and you heard a low chuckle.
-You cold sweetheart?
-Nah, these kind of caresses just make me horny. - you said noticing that he did not stop. You felt brave enough so you snaked your hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles. Gently scratching it, you earned a sigh and a kiss to the top of your head.
-Playing a dangerous game there... - he growled and you giggled gently scratching further down, stopping just above his belt.
-Love games. - you whispered as you started to undo his belt buckle and his pants, grabbing his already hard member through his briefs. He grabbed you and made you staddle him. Looking you in the eye. You leaned down and kissed him, slowly as if asking for permisson, but when his hands grabbed your thighs and he licked your lower lip asking for an opportonutiy to deepen the kiss, you were gone. You didn't want the slow foreplay, you wanted to touch him all over. You gently scooted down, freeing his member. He tried to protest but you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of sucking him, so thats just what you did. You licked from the base to the tip, making him groan as you took him into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, hand stroking what you couldn't take in your mouth.
-Jesus (Y/n).. - he said his hand taking a handful of your hair. He moaned and you felt him twitch in your hold. You released him with a loud pop. And climbed on him for a kiss.
He spanked your butt, making you moan before he shoved his hand between you two.
-Sucking me off made you this wet? - he asked fingers gently teasing your etrance. You just nod with a smirk. - such a good girl. - he said as he lined himself up with your needy hole, and you sank down on him. Hips gently moving back and forth as you rode him. You were a sight to behold. He held your hips, kissed your neck and collarbones. He could see your nipples poking through your dress. He took it off, and kissed your chest all over. Mumbling sweet nothings on your skin, pulling orgasms from you, before spilling his seed inside of you. He then pulled you close, dick still inside you. You fell asleep like that. In his hold, feeling safe and content.
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, but a note on the bedside table.
I wish i could've stayed and held you, but i couldn't risk my brothers finding me there. We would never hear the end of it. Someday though ;)...
You smiled at the sweetness of it, before heading to the shower.
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You had always been Ivar's right hand, but something happened, so now you are in the hands of Prince Oleg. Oleg, however, brings you a little gift after one of his trips.
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A sigh escapes my lips as I walk down the hall of the castle, clutching my robe around my body tighter with a hiss. Norway is cold, of course, but at least it is mostly cold only during the winter, not to mean how even the winters are not that harsh, hence I haven’t really grown used to it here despite it not being my first winter in these lands. I approach the closest window, observing the snow falling over the people out there without pity and it makes me feel somewhat lucky to be in such a position, even if I’m still fucking cold, even if I’m not free. I click my tongue, crossing my arms over my chest. All these candles lit around, but they barely do more than to lighten up their surroundings. I need some warm tea.
A guard almost knocks me over on my way to find a servant, making me step closer to the wall and watch as more of them rush down the hall. Whatever is happening, it must have nothing to do with me—it never does, it never does—, so I simply sigh, continuing my search until I find a servant, who quickly bows and moves to do as said.
The palace is nothing like the Great Hall—it feels far from welcoming as the Hall does, far from allowing the same kind of joy we have during the great feasts. I mean, the Prince’s presence is already depressing, by itself. That makes me miss Kattegat. Well, many things do, to be honest, but I don’t think there’s much you can do after falling in the hands of a Rus Prince, even more this one.
The tea comes in no time, the warm cup handed to me by the same servant I had requested it to, and I should’ve asked for it earlier, wow. My fingers wrap around the cup firmly, trying to let as much of my skin as possible come in contact with the warm surface while I bring it closer to my lips, taking slow sips of the tea so I won’t burn my lips or my tongue. This time, I mean. The taste still feels foreigner to me, in a way it’s not bad, but not completely good as well.
My warmth is disturbed by a strong gust of wind, cold wind, that comes from the direction of the entrance to the castle. “Can’t I have a second of peace in here?” I make sure to mutter in Norse to avoid the unwanted attention from any of the guards or servants.
“I hear your complaints, dear friend, and the answer is no!” Oleg’s voice comes from down the hall, and I already twist my mouth, sighing sharply. At least when he is gone, I can pretend I own the place at least a little. I still am not completely sure of what he wants me for, but I certainly can’t be dead or mistreated if he oriented the servants to attend to my wishes so well.
Rushed, lighter steps come my way and it doesn’t take long until Igor shows up, with a small smile on his face. “(Y/n)!”
“Prince Igor, hi!” I bow a little with a smile. “It’s been a while!”
Igor nods, inhaling, but the words that were to leave his lips are replaced by a frustrated sigh as Oleg’s voice once again echoes down the place, in a way Igor just rolls his eyes and walks past me, making his way further into the castle, most likely to warm up, eat or rest.
“I have a little something that might cheer you up a little!” Oleg says, laughing.
“Oh?” I finish drinking my tea before he shows up, and hand the empty cup to the nearest servant. Hardly can Oleg have fixed something that interests me at least as much as him, though I doubt his interests aren’t limited to anything that guarantees his power over not only over Rus, but over everything.
“You’ve been sort of down since you got here, I promise you’ll find some entertainment!” His voice gains that tone it does whenever he is about to do something potentially bad—like when he went after one of his brothers—, and for a second I wonder if he found someone to replace me in his mysterious plan. Even if I’m so far away from home, out of place, I still want to live! I take a few steps back as I hear some low talk before the steps grow closer, though Oleg’s heavy footsteps are accompanied by lighter ones, with more space between them as if someone limps. “(Y/n)!” Oleg grins as he throws his hands in the air. “No need to thank me.”
I’m about to question him when he steps aside and my breath is caught in my throat with who I see. Ivar.
“So, what’s up with all of that silence between you two?” Oleg raises an eyebrow, speaking but never stopping eating. “Don’t you have much to catch up with?”
I only take a sip of my wine, letting the silence extend itself for a longer while not only because I don’t know what to start with for now but also so I won’t give Oleg the impression he has some sort of control over us.
Since our first reencounter, all Ivar and I could do was to briefly touch each other to make sure we are real, that this is really happening. The moment was interrupted by the servants urging him to change his clothes into dry and more comfortable ones as they mumbled about how the night meal was going to be served soon, so I only saw him again when he, plus Oleg, Igor, and I, were summoned together around the table. Ivar is still hesitant about the new customs and the new food, it seems, now and then adjusting his clothes, and raising his eyebrows lightly when he munches on something new after observing it for a long while.
A sigh escapes my lips as I raise an eyebrow at Oleg. “How did your mission go?”
“More interesting than I thought it would be! We’re discussing it soon.” A smile stretches his lips with that excessive sympathy he always seems to care without making any effort for it to seem genuine.
I hum with a nod, and as much as I want to roll my eyes and shake my head, I’m reminded that I am at his mercy in a country that I know very little about, where being one of the most well-known warriors across all Norway doesn’t even matter.
“How did you end up here?” Ivar catches my attention and I look up from my plate to see him once again eyeing me as if a ghost were standing right there.
Notwithstanding how I want to discuss everything with Ivar, Oleg’s gaze still burns against the side of my head, his eyes watching closely every movement of mine and each time more intensifying the exasperation that grows in my chest ever since his presence back on the castle became known. I am not his pet, but all he does when watching me protest is watch in amusement as if an owner watching their dog chase its own tail.
“After I left from Kattegat,” I start to explain once I swallow the bit of food I had been munching on, “I thought you were chasing me, so I ran away. I wasn’t even anywhere near Rus, but I...” The awful memory of being dragged away by people who I didn’t know, who spoke things I did not understand, has me holding back a scowl. “I was taken here since they recognized me.”
“Of course, one of the most famous warriors,” Ivar chuckles softly, almost humorlessly, with a gentle shrug, “who wouldn’t want them?”
A small smile tugs on my lips and I snort a chuckle, biting back a comment about how I wonder if my fame is still as good as it was before Ivar became king.
“It’s impressive to watch (y/n) fight!” Igor raises his eyebrows while nodding enthusiastically.
“I know!” Ivar smiles as he looks at the boy, though more genuinely this time. “(Y/n) was once my warrior, my right hand. They would go with me and fight with me anywhere! I saw them once kill a man twice their size, only using two daggers!” He mentions one of the confrontations we faced in England. It feels like everything happened a lifetime ago.
Igor’s amusement only grows as his mouth hangs open, eyes widening. “Impossible...”
Ivar chuckles and shakes his head. “Very much possible!”
By the corner of my eye, I can see how Oleg nods slowly. May Forseti and Freyr help me.
“Why wasn’t (y/n) with you anymore?” Igor tilts his head, and Ivar takes a breath to answer, but it never happens; I clean my throat loud enough to get everyone’s attention.
“So, Igor, why don’t you tell me about how you’ve been doing?” I smile softly at him, ignoring Ivar’s confusion and Oleg’s entertainment as he laughs into his cup of wine. “Have you learned anything new?”
Igor shifts lightly, his eyes going from Ivar to me a couple of times, but he eventually turns to me and nods. “Ivar told me how to speak Norse...”
Everything happens smoothly even with Oleg looking like he’s going to throw another tantrum at any moment, but thankfully the man is tired and leaves to his chambers with the notice that he wants to talk to Ivar and me tomorrow. Unfortunately, probably an unavoidable event, and I wonder how much Ivar has seen of Oleg so far. Igor also leaves, so I decide to wander around the castle alone in an attempt to relieve the anxiety that buzzes under my skin, and I find myself yet again standing next to one of the windows.
The nights are much calmer than the day, but now they just seem dead with the rigorous winter. Not even the light of the fire lit down the street makes any proper difference.
“(Y/n).” Ivar’s voice cuts through the silence, almost making me jump since there’s also a touch on my shoulder as my head whips around to see him standing there with a serious face on. “Can we talk?”
“Do I have the right to talk with the god Ivar now?” I raise an eyebrow, unable to hold back the smile that tugs on my lips.
Ivar clicks his tongue and looks away, letting his hand drop to the side. “Forget that stuff, okay?” To forget it? Oh, wow, okay; I nod with a hum, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed. “Look, I know how much of a bastard I was,” he says, making sure to put on that show of his as if it were extremely hard to confess anything to me despite how I’d been by his side since forever, “I know how— how stupid, idiotic, and pathetic all of that was, but you gotta understand things are different now.” He locks his gaze with mine, blinking a couple of times.
“And what does that mean?” Of course I’m not letting Ivar escape this one easily. Not after everything I went through. He is lucky that I promised to Ragnar that I would try to keep him safe whenever I could.
Knowing what I’m doing, Ivar exhales sharply and leans back a little, humming. “I shouldn’t have been an asshole towards you like that. You were right. I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be running away so miserably if I had heard you.”
“Yes...” I sigh, nodding as I follow the wallpaper’s pattern with my gaze. “That’s what you get.”
“But not only for that!” Ivar’s voice rises a little, compelling me to raise an eyebrow at him. “Also because...” He trails off; his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and he bites on his bottom lip for a moment. “Well, I love you. You’ve been by my side for so long, enduring things that I shouldn’t have put any of us through, caring enough to rant in my ear until I made a good decision, protecting me. I am not worthy of any of that, I’m not going to lie.”
A chuckle escapes my lips as I observe him, taking a good look at Ivar from head to foot. Half of me holds onto his words dearly, but the other part takes them in consideration as much as one would believe in the words of a man who slipped out of his sanity. “You’re not making much sense to me.”
“Oh, please,” Ivar huffs, “you’ve seen me broken many times already!”
“That was before you slapped me on the face and told the guards to chase me out of Kattegat!” I scoff—did he hit his head and forget everything? “Ivar, I promised my loyalty to you, then you treated me as if I were anyone! No one! Now you go around telling people stories about how I used to fight for you? Don’t play with me!” Anger still heaves in my chest, having evolved from the sadness that once resided there, now barely bringing me to tears anymore, having turned from softness and weakness into sharpness.
“You don’t understand...” His voice is but a whisper, choked in his throat, as he observes me with wide and glassy eyes. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t myself! I was overwhelmed and—”
“Good night, Ivar.” I pat his shoulder with a sigh, walking past him to make my way over to my chamber. It will be a long day tomorrow. I will need a good night of rest.
Igor is the one to wake me up in the morning, telling me that Ivar is already up and Oleg only needs me to start. Even so, I take my time to get ready, struggling against the need to leave the warmth under the covers just to face two people I wish I could have gotten rid of. Having Oleg in my life is like having an invisible splinter on the palm of my hand that I can’t see, but still annoys me the whole time, while Ivar... I wish I didn’t have to see him again, for it hurts more than it gladdens me. Wanting to hold him close and tell him that everything is alright does not conciliate with the doubt of his words, wondering if there is actually some change. I don’t know if I want to find out the truth.
“Hello.” I greet once I walk into the room, already welcomed by Oleg’s scowl as he slouches over his seat, an elbow over the armrest. “So...” I take a seat next to Ivar, on one of the pillows that sit there. “What do you want us for?”
Oleg hums like snapping out of a daze and adjusts his position lightly. “It’s clear that finding not only (y/n), but also Ivar, is a sign from God for me to put my plans in action. I have an immense interest in the lands of Scandinavia, of Norway, and you two will be essential for my plan. I have not only a strong warrior, but also a king with me.”
King? I look at Ivar, wondering if he ever told Oleg about how he was overthrown, but Ivar looks down as soon as our gazes meet. Oleg probably knows, though—he is not a dumb man, at least not in all of the senses, so he is lying probably to make himself or Ivar feel better.
“Due to the strong winter,” Oleg continues, “we must wait until spring to attack, but that doesn’t mean we should sit and wait. Both of you have fought in great wars, in addition to your great knowledge regarding Scandinavia and its rulers and people, so you’re absolutely indispensable in the making of the plan. I hope you cooperate.” He presses his lips together into a smile.
A chuckle escapes my lips, and I nod. “Yes, because I have so many choices, aside from it!”
Oleg laughs, exaggeratedly, before the room falls into a sharp silence. “You’re a very lucky person, (y/n). Very lucky.”
“Oh?” I hum, mockingly throwing my nose in the air.
“Yes.” Oleg nods. “I can’t have you as a bodyguard during the war if you’re dead, right?”
“I— Me?”
“(Y/n)?” Ivar questions almost at the same time as I do, and we share a look, also sharing the same thought of wondering if Oleg went crazy—or crazier, in this case.
“Yes!” Oleg scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why not? I want the best warrior to be with me during our attack!”
“But—”
“(Y/n) is going to be by my side and this discussion is over!” Oleg shouts, so loud his voice echoes down the place, and while I just watch it all without any amusement, Ivar’s breath hitches ever so slightly; I don’t know whether my hand itches to hold Ivar’s to comfort myself or to comfort him. “You two—none of you—are in the damn position to question anything! I don’t care who you are, or were!” The heavy quietness that falls in the room drags itself for what feels like an eternity before a sigh comes from Oleg and he leans back against his seat, rubbing his temples with a hand over his face. “I am sorry... All the anticipation and excitement, you know what it can do to a man.” He lets his hand drop with a small smile on his face, almost as if the man who shouted at us never existed in the first place. “But I really ask you to let (y/n) be with me during this battle. It would be such an honor to have a strong warrior like them by my side.”
Not Ivar nor do I verbally answer Oleg in any way after this, only nodding when he says he will be summoning us in a few days to discuss the plan once he has gathered enough people then bowing obligatorily before we can leave the room. I only find Ivar again when I’m throwing my skin cloak over my shoulders to leave.
“Do you want some company?” He raises an eyebrow, and I can’t bring myself to say no even if the word lies on the tip of my tongue.
The cold air almost feels like needles against my cheeks whenever a gust of wind hits us. Still, being out here is better than dealing with Oleg’s madness. Ivar, on the other hand, seems curious about Kiev. Even without saying a word, he follows me the whole time, even when I move to one of the tents to buy a warm drink for myself, and also for Ivar, who exclaims and hesitantly thanks the seller once being handed his cup.
“What’s this?” Ivar furrows his eyebrows as he observes the liquid, bringing it closer to smell it.
“Soup.” I observe him bring the cup to his lips, slowly and carefully tasting the drink before he hums and quickly goes for another sip.
“C’mon. Let’s heat up by the fire.” I nod towards one of the many bowls with fire inside it that are scattered around the place, gladly welcoming the warmth that embraces me when we’re close enough to it.
The soup keeps us once again quiet, sipping on it while observing our surroundings and gathering warmth before we can start walking again. As soon as Ivar downs the last bit of soup, however, things change.
“You can’t let him do that,” Ivar says quietly, and it’s fair, since Oleg seems to have eyes and ears everywhere, sometimes, “you need to be by my side. You know that.”
A sigh escapes my nose, rising steam in the sharp cold air, before my eyes meet Ivar’s, which have hope sparkling in them. For the gods. This feeling tickles the back of my neck and I look up to see Oleg on the balcony of the castle. “Let’s return the cup. I’m still going to walk more, if you want to.” I move to return the cup to the booth, and start walking away.
We’re back to the palace later when it’s already starting to get dark and the smell of food being prepared already lingers in the air once we walk past the front doors.
“My army leaders are already on their way,” Oleg says before the servant is even done taking off my coat. I nod in response, quietly making my way over to my chamber, seeking the comfort of my bed until we need to gather up once again for the next meal. Eyes follow me as I make my way, this time not Oleg’s.
The nap does me more than good, helping my body warm up and also getting rid of the aches that tugged on my muscles and bones due to the strong cold, hence my robe feels warmer and more comfortable than ever as I wrap it around myself and cross my arms over my chest to keep it in place. My peace, of course, doesn’t last long.
“(Y/n),” Ivar says, standing around the corner of the hall that leads to the main room. “Please, I—” His breath is caught in his throat with how I frown a little, but he goes on anyway, with the urgency disguised as annoyance lacing each of his actions. “Why won’t you talk to me? We need to talk and you know that! You can’t just keep avoiding it! You don’t know how worried over you I’ve been! I know you still care, it doesn’t matter how much you deny it!”
I blink slowly, sighing. “Well, you don’t know how much it hurts.”
Ivar hums as he shifts a little. “Believe me, I do. Just— Meet me later, okay? At my room. You know where it is.” His invitation rings in my mind, but I don’t say anything, only eyeing him carefully before I can finally start walking.
Despite all of my fight against it, I still find myself walking out of my room in the middle of the night, taking light steps towards Ivar’s until I’m standing before his door and I know there’s no coming back now. Only a candle on the small table beside Ivar’s bed provides light to the room, casting warm tones over him as he sits with his back against the headboard, hands folded over his lap as he looks at them like something intriguing happens there. His hair is free from any tie or braid, and I can’t deny how good he looks like that.
Only the soft sound of the door being closed behind me brings Ivar back to reality with a look that makes my heart ache a little.
“Hi,” I whisper, taking a seat by the edge of the bed.
“Hi.” A smile tugs on Ivar’s face, a genuine one. “I’m glad you’re here.” I nod, in response at the lack of what to say, but he’s quick to fill the silence. “I didn’t know what I would do if you kept treating me like that. Even more when Oleg treats you like... like you’re his possession, some sort of pet or prize.” The anger and disdain fills his voice, he speaks in that way he does whenever talking about someone he despises, spitting out the words, and it shouldn’t awaken this feeling in me. “All while I know you belong to me. We belong to each other, actually. You can’t deny it.” His shoulders lower as the tension wears out at the same time his face softens, and Ivar exhales lightly, letting his gaze meet mine. “Please, (y/n), you need—”
“Ivar.” I take in a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”
It seems like it hurts for him as well, but Ivar slowly nods, pressing his lips together. “I understand, it’s all fair. However,” he mumbles, and his gaze meets mine, more intensely this time, “I swear on my armring, on my love and dedication to you, that I truly am sorry for all that happened. I never— I’ve always needed you, but I just got to know that after you left and there was no one else to stand there with me.” He swallows audibly, and a shaky sigh escapes his nose. “Please, if you let me love you properly, take care of you, I promise I will.”
Each word brings me closer to a decision, hammering against something inside me that once insisted in petrifying whenever Ivar even looked at me with those big and apologetic eyes of his. “I love you, too, Ivar.” I nod lightly to myself. “And I missed you, too.” The bed shifts a little as I make my way over to his side, pressing close to him given how the bed isn’t that wide, but the closeness does nothing but bring comfort to both of us.
“Thank you,” Ivar whispers whilst curling up against me, letting his head rest against my shoulder according to how we lower ourselves to let our heads meet the pillows. I hum quietly in response, and tug the covers over both of us before wrapping my arms back around Ivar and bringing one of my hands up to play with his hair, softly running my fingers through it. “I am nothing without you.”
“Don’t say things like that.” I press a kiss to his head, sighing. “Everything is fine now. I’m here with you.”
“And I, with you.” He takes a hold of my hand to bring it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. “Please stay. At least hold me until I fall asleep, let me know you’re here for me.”
“Don’t worry, Ivar, I will be here.” I take a deep breath, and slowly let go of the tension.
“Can you braid my hair tomorrow, in the morning?” He buries his face in my chest, almost muffling his words as he nuzzles me.
“Of course.” I smile a little at the thought. I missed this closeness, I missed everything about him. “I’ll help you with everything. I love you, Ivar.” No matter how many times I say it, it never feels enough, somehow.
“I love you,” he hums in response, voice small, quiet, and distant.
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Request by @rachelcarroll1819
Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless( they dont have to be full sister amd she was born a day after ivar and ended up being raised by her sister with the boys) 
I tried ♡
Warnings - mainly fluff, death of family, blood.
Word count - +1k
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It was a cold and stormy night when the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open. Ragnar, who had been stumped in his throne, sat bolt upright, spilling ale into his lap.
He froze, eyes wide at the sight before him. His ex wife stood in the doorway, blood covering her face and hair under her cloak hood with a tiny bundle squirming in her arms. 
Ragnar stumbled towards her as his eldest son Björn stood dutifully next to his mother, looking battle worn himself. 
With shaking hands, he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the baby's face. This wasn't the babe he'd left for dead in the woods, they were smaller and were wailing at him like he'd deeply offended them.  
Revealing the child eased one fear but caused more confusion. Frowning, Ragnar spluttered some incoherent words as he tried to wade through his drunken mind.
Was the baby his? How? How long was a woman with child for again?  
Laughter broke through his thoughts as Lagertha laughed in his face, Björn and a few of their company joining in. 
"By the gods, Ragnar. You are going to cause yourself an injury, " She chuckled "Stop thinking so hard, she is not yours" 
"Then who's she?" The voice of his wife startled him once more.
Aslaug walked through from the back, cradling a bundle in her own arms. Now that was the baby he'd left, the one he'd just been mourning and drowning his guilt for.
Ragnar looked up to the roof, cursing the gods in his mind, for putting him in this situation. He looked between the two loves of his life, staring at each other, appearing as a mirror image. 
Aslaug cradled her precious boy to her chest as he stoically stared up at her. She was a vision of elegance, royalty and grace, a princess.
While Lagertha looked the opposite, as she hushed the screaming bundle in her arms. She was a vision of bravery, bold and regal, a warrior. 
"This is YN" Lagertha smiled down at the baby who began to calm "My baby sister" 
Lagertha looked back up to Aslaug. "I wouldn't be here if I had another choice. My childhood village was attacked by raiders"
She stroked the little one's cheek as she spoke, as if to ground herself, to make sure she was real.
"I've lost so many, they murdered my younger brothers. My mother died protecting her, just hours after she was born" she looked behind her before looking to Aslaug again "who you see before you is all I have left" 
Behind Lagertha and Björn stood only a handful of men and women, all covered in blood and injuries, some worse than others. 
After a few moments and a glance back down at her son, Aslaug spoke with a knowing smile. Before the birth of her son, she had dreamt of a girl but not her own.
"Come sit, warm yourselves. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Kattegat is your home too" 
There was a sudden commotion of tiny feet hurrying into the hall.
"BJÖRN" a small Ubbe barrelled towards him before a smaller Hvitserk attacked his legs. Sigurd toddled behind his brothers to greet their eldest. 
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As the years passed you grew up with the chaos that was the Ragnarsons. 
Soon after your sister's unexpected arrival, Ragnar and a group of his warriors raided Francia. Many did not return including Ragnar, leaving Aslaug widowed and with four young sons to raise alone.
Lagertha saw an opportunity to make the thriving town of Kattegat like one that many had never seen before. A town ruled by two queens, in order to give subtlety to their families. 
The sons of Ragnar kept their prince titles and in turn you gained the title of princess. 
You were by no means a dainty princess though, no matter how hard Aslaug tried to make you one. 
You were your sister's ward after all. A mini version of her, much to Aslaug dismay.
One girl among four boys, she had hoped you were to be a daughter she always dreamed of. 
While Aslaug tried to teach you to be a proper little lady, Lagertha encouraged your wild side. Often cheering you on as you held a poor Sigurd in a headlock at the breakfast table, for teasing Ivar. 
You were often found covered in mud and muck from play fighting with the brothers, charging after them with sticks or attacking Björn by climbing over him while Ivar attacked his ankles.
Each of you were always careful around Ivar but never left him out, you most of all tried to make him feel included. 
When playing battles you and Hvitserk were his warriors, protecting him while he planned how your team would win against Ubbe and Sigurd, joined by Björn when he was around. 
As time passed play skills would turn into practiced battle skills. 
As you grew older, feelings for Ivar grew too. Having been so close all your lives, it surprised no one when flirty comments were thrown into the mix of playful teasing. How glances and smiles would linger longer than before and the way your cheeks turn blush pink if he made comments or suggested things a little further out of the friend boundaries. 
Your first kiss was shared around the back of the Great Hall. Ivar had become jealous of you sitting in Hvitserk's lap.
It had been the result of a dare by Sigurd for losing a game of Tafl against him. He knew Ivar had a crush on you and that it would make his blood boil and oh boil it did. 
He blamed you for the feelings driving him crazy, for growing beautiful and for being you. He blamed you giving him this urge to kiss you all the time. According to him it was all your fault, he felt this way, to which you yelled back.
"Just kiss me then!" 
After what felt like a lifetime of him frowning at you, he yelled back. 
"Oh, I will!" 
He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into him, his lips crashing with yours before it turned into a heated, messy kiss. Noses bumped, teeth clashed and lips were bitten as each fought for control.
From that moment on your relationship blossomed  from childhood friends to lovers. Unsure of how the others would take the new relationship, the pair keep it secret for a while.
In your minds, it was you and Ivar against the world. 
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Unknown to them, the family already knew.
They had all placed bets on when it would happen. 
Hvitserk sat smugly at the table, with a pile of his winnings from gold and jewels to Ubbe's best dagger and Sigurd's lyre with a mountain of food in front of him. 
He had been whispering for weeks in Ivar's ear about taking you as his own, to which he knew Ivar would break. 
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