#halfdan smut

[disasterofastory]

Fuck you (Halfdan x Reader)

Fuck you Halfdan x Reader Warnings: rough smut, fighting, mention of cheating (no angst)

Summary: Halfdan and you meet again.

The sun is bright and warm at the top of the clear, blue sky. The rays glide over the blade of your sword. The steel glints with every move you make. Your muscles are taut as you keep your posture. You are covered in mud and blood. Bruises already form on your skin. Your lips pull into a snarl as your gaze meets with the man's dark eyes in front of you. His blonde hair hides half of his face. Your eyes follow the lines of his tattoos with familiarity. Adrenaline and anger rush through your veins at the view. "Y/N," he says your name, breaking the silence between you two. You can barely hear him because of the chaos around you. Cries and shouts fill the clearing, mixing with the strikes of the swords. A shield falls into the mud a few meters away from you. You can see Ubbe from the corner of your eyes. You don't reply to him. Pushing your leg against the ground, you start to run. Your heart throbs with pain as you get closer with each step.

What are you doing? Are you really ready to fight against him? To kill him?

The sharp sound of your swords meeting in the air echoes in your mind. Your arm trembles as you try to keep yourself against his push. A growl breaks up from your chest. Your eyes are still intertwined with his. "Y/N!" He shouts your name. "Y/N!" "You left!" You scream at him. Your swords meet again with a new elan. Betrayal fuels your every move. "Y/N!" With a powerful swing, he makes you drop your weapon with a painful grunt. The swords fall onto the ground, but you don't even have time to reach out for it. Halfdan hauls you up despite your best efforts to get free from his arms. His shoulder digs into your stomach, and his arms curl around your legs to keep you from kicking him. Your fists meet his back repeatedly. You hit him again and again. "Let me go!" You shout at him. Blood rushes into your head. You choke on your own saliva. "Fight, you coward!" It's his turn to say nothing, and when you look up before disappearing into the forest, you see the others continuing their fight without noticing yours or Halfdan's absence.

"Put me down!" Your voice seems too loud in the quiet forest. The sounds of the battle are muffled and far away. "Halfdan!" You hit his back again. "What the fuck are you doing?" A sudden grunt escapes your lips when he drops you down. Your back falls against a tree as you try to keep your balance. Your chest moves up and down rapidly as you stare at the tall man in front of you. "I won't fight with you," he says, not looking away from you even for a second. He is determined and serious. "Because you are a coward," you snap at him. You know you play a dangerous game. You have no weapon, and you don't know where he hides his daggers since he left his sword on the field too. "Y/N…" "What?" You snap at him again. "What else do you have to say? You left! You went with Bjorn! And now you can't even fight with me like a real man!" A vicious growl rumbles in your chest, and before you can move away, he is on you.

His kiss is bruising, all teeth and bites. Thrusting his tongue into your mouth, Halfdan doesn't let you get away from him. Your grip on his tunic is tight and confusing. You want to push and pull him at the same time. Your mind, body, and soul want different things, and you don't know what to do.

So you let your anger guide you.

A low groan vibrates on your lips when you bite his bottom lip to pull on the soft flesh. His hold on the line of your jaw to keep you in place will bruise. The taste of blood spreads across your tongue. Your lips are swollen when you break away. His arms don't let you go far. Your body is still pressed against his. "Y/N…" "Just shut up," you groan. "I don't want to hear your stupid voice!" You hit him on the chest again and again. "Or your bullshit excuses! You are a fucking traitor, Halfdan! You ran after that idiot! Did you see the world? Huh? Did you like it? Or your new owner didn't let you?"

Pain runs over your spine as he pushes you down onto the ground. You hit your head on something, and you feel the warmth of your own blood at the nape of your neck. The world around you gets blurry for a long second, but Halfdan doesn't stop.

"I didn't leave you," he groans against the curve of your neck. His lips are rough as he nibbles on your skin. His teeth sink into the part between your neck and shoulder. "Liar!" You grunt. "You are a coward! A man would…" "I'm your man!" He says, reaching down to free himself from his pants, and you push him off of yourself. "Don't fool yourself," you stand up hurriedly. "You and I… it's over," you tell him while you start to make your way back to the others. He is still on the ground. Dick out. "And I fucked your brother."

His roar really scares you this time. It strikes through your body as you gasp when he grabs your ankle. You bite your tongue because of the fall. Blood fills your mouth, and you spat it out. "You fucker!" You groan, wanting to turn onto your back, but he is on you again. His whole weight is on you. "Get off of me!" "Did you enjoy it?" He asks next to your ear. His erection grinds against your bottom. "Fucking my brother? Who started it, huh? I bet he did. He always wanted a piece of you." "Halfdan!" Your voice is a mix of shout and moan. "When?" He continues while tearing your pants off of you. "Did he at least wait until my ship disappeared at the horizon? Or he climbed on you immediately? Were you happy? Did you want him?" His hard cock slides between your ass cheeks. His hands keep you on the ground by your shoulders. Your face is on the ground. Mud sticks to your sweaty skin. "What do you want to hear, huh?" You ask him, wanting to turn around to look at him, but he pushes you back. Pain radiates from your shoulder. "Or did you seduce him? Did you forget who you belong to? Did you forget who owns your pussy so easily?" "Well," you grunt. "It seems like you are the one who forgot my pussy!" "Never," he replies immediately. You feel his every word on your back. "I never forgot this sweet hole!" The sound you make is barely recognizable as a laugh. "How does it feel, huh?" You taunt him. "Knowing that somebody else used my body?" Another groan is your only answer, but instead of scaring you, the vicious sound goes straight to your cunt. Your walls clench around the head of his cock. Your eyes fall shut at the familiar feeling. "Did you cum?" He asks, pushing inside you with one powerful thrust. "Did you cum around his cock, huh? Did he taste your sweet juices?" "Why do you care?" You moan. He doesn't let you adjust around his size, and you don't want him to. You welcome the slight pain as your hole stretches around him. "You were probably busy with another woman!" "And I thought about you pussy!" He grunts. You can barely keep up your hips to meet his pounding. You can hear the wet sound of your joined bodies even through his words. It's sloppy and fast. "Well, I didn't think about your cock! I was too occupied riding your brother!" That's the last straw. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you onto your knees. His cock is inside you the whole time.

His grip on your hips is tight and painful. His fingertips dig into your flesh. Your arms are in front of you to brace yourself against him. Your forehead is pressed onto the ground, and your eyes are closed. You are sweaty, bloody, and dirty. Everything hurts, and your mouth tastes like blood. And still. You don't remember the last time you were so content and happy. Halfdan fills you up, pounding into you rapidly. Your ass shakes with every thrust. Your juices drip down, making a mess on your inner thighs. "Whose cock is inside you?" The blonde Viking asks. "Yours." Your words are muffled, and Halfdan doesn't like it. Your back arches when he pulls your upper body up by your hair. Your skull hurts at the powerful tugs. "I didn't hear you," he tells you. "Whose cock is inside you, Y/N?" "Yours," you cry out. "Who is the only one who can make you feel this way?" "You!" Tears run down your face when he tugs on your hair stronger. It burns. Everything burns. You are sore and tired and in pain. "Your pussy is mine, Y/N," he grunts. His cock slides in and out of you. "You belong to me! You are mine!" "Yes," you mewl. "Yesyesyesyes! Halfdan!" Your muscles twitch, and your aching cunt pulses and flutters around him. "Scream my name, Y/N," he yells at you, pushing you down on the ground, keeping your lower body still up for his cock to fuck. His large hand is a heavy weight on the middle of your back. "Halfdan! Yes! Gods, please, Halfdan!" You taste the wet soil in your mouth as you shout his name. Your voice is hoarse. Your orgasm is powerful and merciless. It takes away every power from your body until you are nothing, but a hot cunt for him to enjoy. "Your pussy belongs to me, Y/N," he growls. His cock jerks inside you. His hot seed fills your hole until the mix of your juices flows down your legs. "Nobody can fuck this pussy as good as me! Nobody can fuck you like I do!" "Nobody," you repeat his words without your control. Your lips move on their own accord. "Halfdan!"

The world still spins around you when you turn to your side. Your lower body is still bare. Your cunt is swollen and sensitive and covered in your wetness and his cum. Pain and pleasure make your whole body tremble. Halfdan lies next to you on his back. His face is flushed, and his mouth is open as he gulps down the air. "Did you…" the man tries to speak after long moments. "Did you really…?" One glance at your smirk and the mischievous glint in your eyes, and he knows the answer. And it's enough to climb up above you for another round.

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[ritual-unions]

Hey it’s me again 😃Too shy to ask without the anon. I looked at some of the NSFW dialogue prompts and I really liked 50 and 97 for Halfdan the black 🤩❤️I’ll be so happy to read something with those or anything for him to be honest ❤️Thank you 🙏

Here you go! A little possessive Halfdan to make your day better.

She dreams of the mark of the wolf on the moon and of herself full with child and wakes with a curious sensation. She has not laid with anyone in two moons. The dream confuses her, as most do. They have alway been difficult to interpret. It leaves a permanent scowl between her brows the following day. 

In King Harald’s tent she whispers words into the threads of the tapestry before, hoping to find some clarity in the pattern that forms beneath her fingers.  

“Enough with your seiðr,” Halfdan all but growls into the cup of ale before him. Since his decision to sail with Bjorn back to the Mediterranean he has been in a sour mood, taking it out on anyone who is not his brother. 

“I only know how to tell the truth,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. “I would tell you yours if you let me.” 

“No.” 

She laughs, a musical thing that causes Halfdan to roll his eyes. “Do you ever shut up?” 

“You are not angry with me,” she states plainly, nodding her head in Harald’s direction. He is surrounded by some of his warriors, laughing at something one of them said. He watches the two of them out of the corner of his eye, trying to pretend as if he does not care about their closeness. 

“He thinks he can take you away from me,” Halfdan says, lip snarling as he stands, hovering over her form. He reaches out, caressing the steel collar around her neck. 

“I am his,” she says knowingly, feeling the sudden heaviness of the collar, the mark of a slave. “He will not let me go.” 

Halfdan laughs. He knows this. Knows that his brother would never willingly let go of his völva. The same one who had predicted his success in every battle, told him the secrets of his enemies, aided in placing the crown of each ravaged kingdom on his head. 

“He should know by now you’re mine,” Halfdan says, dipping his head into her’s. There is a hint of ego laced in his tone that she has not seen in many years. She smiles at the sight of it, of the memories of nights shared in each other's arms. Harald knew of their relationship though he turned a blind eye, preferring to believe in the purity of his völva, as if he was some holy Christian. 

Halfdan leans in closer, his lips barely grazing her’s. “And I don’t share.” 

His breath is hot against her mouth. She tries to press her lips against his, searching for a gentle kiss shared between lovers, instead she is met with hot intensity. She steadies herself against his chest, clinging to his shirt so that he does not knock her over. His hands wrap around her waist.

“He won’t let you go,” Halfdan mumbles against her mouth. 

“Halfdan, I -” she worries that he will try to steal her away in the night before Harald’s ships can sail off, that kidnapping her will cause an even larger rift between the two brothers. 

He spins her around, nipping at her neck and ear. "But I’m not going to stop leaving marks on you,” he growls in her ear as he pulls at the laces of her dress, hurriedly tugging it off of her shoulders. His teeth graze the exposed skin causing her to hiss in pain. “Until I’m sure everyone knows you are mine.”

"Even my brother," he says, pushing her down, over the edge of the table, lifting her skirts around her waist. Tugging himself free from his trousers, he pushes the tip of his penis inside of her and she smiles to herself, suddenly understanding the mark of the wolf.  

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I wrote this very quickly, any mistakes are my own. Trying to keep anything 500 words or less is impossible, but thanks for sending in the request - trying to write for other characters was challenging but fun.

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[woahhhgwendolyn]

Being Halfdan's Woman Would Include...

-Being Halfdan's woman would be pretty easy overall because he would make sure to take care of you in any way that you need.

-He would also make sure that some of his brothers' men are watching over you when you are not with hum because he does not want anything to happen to you when he is away from you.

-He always makes sure that you are safe no matter the situation. He just loves you too much for you to be able to get hurt because he wasn't protecting.

-He is also making sure that you are healthy. He will often bring you an extra fur cape when it is cold just to make sure that you do not get sick.

-Him wanting to please you in every way he possibly can. No matter if it is sexual or not. He wants to make sure that you are happy with him.

-He can like never keep his eyes off of you. Like ever. He just finds you so irresistible.

-Him loving to spend time with you at any time of day and just talk to you and get to know you better.

-He will often tell his brother or the other men he is talking to about how beautiful you are.

-Him loving to fuck you however you want it. He also likes to surprise you a lot when it comes to fucking.

-He loves to cuddle you when you two are in bed. He can never get his hands off of you. He loves the feel of your skin on his hands and how you get shy when he touches you in certain areas.

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[queenquinzel715]

Halfdan 18+

Wrd count 3,398

Y/n p.o.v

People always told my mother that twins were a true blessing of Freya, but when one is a crippled son while the other is a normal girl, it gets more difficult. My brother Ivar was born ten minutes after me, but he deems himself my boss. Growing up I was in charge of pulling Ivar everywhere I went, which was mostly to Uncle Floki's home. He taught us everything we needed to learn on how to be Viking. Most came to fear Ivar, but when I got caught in my own hunting cabin torturing a man that was watching over Kattegat. I got the nickname Galco which means monster. So far I've never been bothered by the name, people would run away, and I'd be left alone like I like.

Over the years my brothers have allowed me to be in charge of weapons, but of course I have my shadow behind me telling where I mess up.

"You have to sharpen that end or it won't snap into place." Ivar snaps over my shoulder.

"I know Ivar I'm not finished." I try to calmly respond.

"Don't snap at me, because you're to stupid to actually build weapons properly." He rolls his eyes with his sassy voice.

"Can't build…." I slam the arrow shooter down as I turn to him. "Ivar I've been building weapons while you were going crazy crawling after Floki, so would you shut up." I walk out of the work area we have in the blacksmiths.

I was stomping my way through Kattegat, people would jump out of my way, but one man kept following me without me even noticing. The brother of King Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black, a man that has worked with my father and eldest brother, a man I've heard so many stories of, and admired since I began my own stories. I've heard he's been asking questions about me, and since the first stories that are told are my torture stories then I'd say it's good he wants to hear more. I'm opening my cabin's windows when I see a shoulder poking from behind a tree. I quickly grab my bow and arrow, shooting the tree in warning, and to my shock Halfdan jumps from behind with his hand up with a sly smirk on his face. I watch his every step as he walks across the field getting closer to the window.

"Why are you here?" I ask imitately.

"I heard of this cabin, and saw you coming out here. I thought I would get a look at your weapons." He seems to be speaking truthfully.

"Behind a tree?" I smirk at him as I lean on the window.

He seems to stagger a bit, but when I point to the door he walks inside. He eyes all the weapons I have hanging on the walls, but stops at my baskets of snakes.

"I tend to collect different snakes I see on my walks." I honestly tell him.

We get comfortable talking about the different weapons I have made or in the middle of making. He helps me finish the arrow shooter and advance another weapon I had. We tell stories as we work, mostly raiding stories, his England times, and I give him my details of my nickname sake. The way we move together is like we've been with each other for years. Once the sun starts to set I roast some meat and potatoes as we sit on the palette I have made of blankets and pillows.

"I still don't understand why Galco is your name. Why would a mother name a gorgeous girl like that?" He waves around the bone he has in his hand.

"My name is (y/n) Halfdan." I laugh. "People just call me that since I started torturing people." I take the plates away as I laugh.

"(Y/n) is much better." He compliments, standing up. "I'd much rather call you that." He's standing against my back now.

"Halfdan, you know my brothers will kill you if you continue to try this." I informed him.

"Love, do you think.." he runs his hands on my waist to connect them on my stomach. "I care about your brothers when I have a goddess like you in front of me." He softly kisses my shoulder, causing me to lean my head back. "I want you as mine (y/n)." He whispers to me as he moves his hands along my body. "I need someone who thinks like I do, who can handle my ways." He turns me around to face him.

"Halfdan, I take words seriously. If this happens then you are mine." I grab his arms so I can lean into him.

He deeply kisses me while he pulls me against his chest, and all I could do was move my hands to hold onto the back of his shoulders. Everything moves so fast as he pulls my dress off to me pulling his clothes apart. He slowly lays me onto the palette with a hand behind my head, and his arm around my waist. His lips move around my neck, shoulder, down my chest, and once to my breast he licks my nipple in circles. I hold onto the back of his head not really feeling anything in my body other than heat, and shaking.

"Halfdan please." I moan out as he kisses down.

His head goes in between my legs using his shoulders to keep them out of his way. I've never had a man do this to me before, and I'm angry at every man I've been with for not doing this amazing thing. I couldn't stop moaning his name loud, and having my back shoot up into an arch. He keeps moving his tongue around, but he adds his finger into me. With his finger curling up, his tongue circling around I tighten my legs around his head and cum so hard making him groan as he gets everything. As he stands on his knees he wipes his mouth, but his eyes stop me. They were almost black with a primal look, like he was claiming me completely just for him. I let my legs rest on his hips as he leans over me with his hard cock slowly entering making me gasp, but he kisses me as he bottoms out. I hold the back of his head with one hand, his side with the other as he starts moving. He rests his forehead against mine with a groan while I moan out. He grips my hip as he goes harder.

"Halfdan!" I yell from the stretch I've never felt.

"Mine" He groans, his head falling into my neck.

He starts pounding away like he lost all self power, and is letting everything go. I can't even begin to think of how good he feels from the non stop cumming. He lifts my legs higher to his shoulders making him go so much deeper than before. He's holding onto my hips using them to help him pound into me. My body arches as I let out a loud moan, but as I feel my body shake he groans loud.

"Fuck!" Halfdan finishes deep inside me with a tight grip on my hips.

He lets my legs fall as he slowly pulls out of me causing a surprise gasp to leave my mouth. He gives me a smirk as he leans back down to kiss me, and lay down next to me. I'm so relaxed my eyes won't open, and his body is so warm I don't want to move.

-Next Morning-

"Love, I have to get going." I'm woken up by Halfdan whispering into my ear.

"Then leave, why must I get up." I smirk at him.

He rolls his eyes before kissing me, rolling over me as his hands cage me to the pallet. He kisses around my face, neck, and down to my chest. He gives me a soft smirk as he stands.

"You have to get up, because I know your brothers will be looking for you if you aren't at breakfast." He holds his hand out to me.

"Ugh. I wish they'd let me be." I grumble as he helps me stand, but pulls me to his chest.

My naked body against his clothed body just makes him feel so much warmer than mine. He holds me by my lower back.

"I could always just take you with me. You'd be left alone… for the most part." He grabs me tighter causing me to laugh.

He gives me a last hug before leaving. I smile to myself as I lift my dress from the floor, but I almost lose my heart when an angry Ivar comes crutching his way into my cabin.

"Halfdan?! Have you…no no I know you've lost your mind!'' He yells pointing at his finger in my face.

"Ivar I'm a grown woman I don't need your approval. Now leave so I can get dressed in peace." I move to the small wall I have off to the side.

"Grown woman who's stupid enough to pick a man that won't actually care for you." He leaves once he realizes I'm not going to respond.

Not long after I'm about to reach the great hall when a body is thrown from the doors. Ubbe, Ivar, and Sigurd are glaring at the slowly moving body.

"You can beat me all you want, but (y/n) do as she wishes." I hear Halfdan tell my angry brothers.

"Well let's ask her ourselves." Hvitserk decides now to come outside, making everyone turn to me.

I can't move. I just look at my family, and then to the man I've actually felt normal with even before yesterday. He would always made me feel like a normal girl that liked a man. My brothers eye me like I'm some villain. Ivar shakes his head at me, because he knows what I'm going to do. He just doesn't know where. I give Halfdan one last look before bolting away from the great hall to the stables. I mount my horse, and push my poor girl as fast as she can until I reach the past the small river. I dismount to guide her into the water, going up the river, and getting out at the waterfall. I then ride my horse only a few miles til my father's cabin comes into view. This is the cabin he stayed in while he went into hiding. He only told me about this cabin, and I only come here for my moons.

It's only three days until we leave early for England. I'm glad I keep supplies up here. I know this seems cowardly, and Halfdan probably feels betrayed by me just leaving him there beaten up. I don't even understand why I ran. I just can't believe everything just flipped over night. One night my brothers, except Ivar, would eye me like I'm an angry dog that's one movement away from attacking, but now I'm their fragile little sister.

-Three days later-

I ride slowly into Kattegat with my head high as people point, and whisper about me, gods only know about what this time. I give my horse to the stable boy, and walk into the great hall as everyone is giving one last cheers to the gods for safe travels. I speak to no one as we load the boats, and set sail. I do keep looking over to King Finehair's boat to see Halfdan look over from time to time. I wish I actually talked to him, but I know he wouldn't want to speak with me.

As we get to England we start to build camp immediately. I'm helping with my tent as I looked over to see Halfdan move trunks of weapons to tents. I roll my eyes at my little girl act, and get to work. That night I swear I hear walking near my tent opening.

As I wake up, and get ready I find a new piece of armor that goes over my shoulders on the ground. I quickly strap them on as I walk to the front of lines with my brothers. Ubbe hugs me like always, giving me a quick nod, Hvitserk smirks at me from his spot, Sigurd touches axes with me, and as I step to Ivar's horse wagon he rolls his eyes at me.

"Don't die with those off-made weapons." He says as he ties his gloves.

"Don't worry I'll be close to protect you little brother." I laugh as he snaps his head to me.

"Ten minutes you awful…" He grumbles to himself. Cursing the Gods for giving him a twin.

Northumbria is an English kingdom my father spoke highly about, and since King Aelle is the one who killed our father we thought it'd be better to kill him first. The closer we march the faster my heart pounds the more I want to run ahead. The moment my axe makes contact with the Saxon's sword I get hit with my childhood of my father teaching me. The faces my father would make at my strength, at the precise strikes I'd make. I catch myself laughing at certain points in battle, and then laugh harder at myself.

Everything seems to stop once I hear my Viking family cheer I'm victory. I smile around catching my breath, but I'm spun around. Halfdan pulls me into a Saxon home, throwing everything on the ground, and putting me on the table. I grab hold of the table as he rips every strap in his way until he can finally push himself inside of me making me moan loud. I could only hold onto the table as Halfdan grip my hips in a bruising grip.

"You are mine." He grunts in my ear. "Think you can run from me, and act like I'm not here." He pulls out of me to quickly turn me around.

He enters me roughly again making the table scratch against the floor. He grips the ends of my hair to pull me up to have him bite my neck.

"HALFDAN!" I scream out as I shake against his body.

"What is it, love?" He mocks.

I keep moaning out as he grips my body in rough, tight grips. I can't gather any part of myself, but when he deeply groans with a final push so deep I get a sharp amazing feeling as he finishes inside me. He leans against me as we take deep breaths, and just cling to each other.

"I'm sorry I ran. I got scared with everyone looking at me." I tell him honestly.

"I know. I was going to wait until later, but I know your family's plans. I couldn't wait." We laugh at his last statement.

(Actual detail blood eagle)

He helps me tie everything in place in time for my brother's to collect King Aelle. My brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk tie him up as Ivar and I sharpen the tools we will use. Sigurd takes the first as Bjorn opens the great King open for me to crack his rib off. Ivar completes the rest, so Hvitserk can raise his arms to spread open more. We left him on the spot they dropped our father. We are joking like old times as we ride back to town where we set our new camp.

"So you and Halfdan?" Bjorn asks.

"Yea (y/n) him of all people." Hvitserk mocks.

"I don't think I could ever explain to you how I feel or how things are. However the Gods gave me a strong man, and I'm not going to question it." I laugh as we get to camp, and I go to my tent to bathe.

I have some of the girls help me with the water as I try to get as much of the blood off as I can before getting into the tub. I use some of the oils I found, and groan from the hot water. I can actually feel the knots untie along my back, some of the scars I have sting a little. My mind races from how battle went, what is to come, but I'm stopped with thoughts of Halfdan. I feel the water start cool, so I get out. As I wrap a linen around me Halfdan sneaks his way inside, making me stop in motion. He stops once he gets a look at me, and just falls to his knees.

"Goddess." He grumbles looking from my feet up to my eyes.

"Halfdan, get up." I laugh, but I'm stopped when he grabs the linen.

"I can't believe you are mine." He moves the linen over me to dry me off.

He helps me dry my whole body leaving soft kisses from my ankles as he rises to leave a long kiss on my lips. I smile at him, but when we hear my maids coming he tells me he'll see me at the celebration before running out.

I smile to myself as I walk into the celebration dinner in the town center. I'm about to sit next to Ubbe at the table when I hear Sigurd tormenting Ivar again, but something makes me snap my head at Ivar. He quickly grabs his axe, and throws it at Sigurd. I somehow grab it before it hits Sigurd. Everyone is quiet until Ivar crawls away with a shocked look on his face.

"Sigurd, I swear you never stop you torment. Next time I'll let him kill you if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut." I tell throwing the axe on the table.

He stands with a scowl as he steps closer.

"You're just defending him, because you know I'm right. No one, but other cares for him." That did it.

"Step back." I warn.

He comes closer with his hands reaching for his sword, but I stop him by putting Ivar's axe to his throat. Ubbe stands, but I give him one look making him sit back down with his eyes on his plate. I slowly feel a warm hand slide around my waist, and the other grab my wrist.

"Breath, love. He is your brother." Halfdan whispers to me as he takes the axe from my hand.

He slowly moves me from my brother's tables, and puts me in between him and King Finehair. I glare at Sigurd as Halfdan places a plate of food in front of me.

The rest of our time in England Sigurd stays away from me even though he and Ivar have made up. I will not tolerate him disrespecting me like he thinks he can with Ivar. I catch myself glaring at him as I help Halfdan pack up.

3rd pov

Ubbe watches his sister grow more and more dark toward Sigurd as he keeps being Sigurd. Even at her wedding to Halfdan. She doesn't even acknowledge her brother, Sigurd as he makes jokes on her life. She just whispers to Ivar, Halfdan, and her new King brother in law. It wasn't until (y/n) became pregnant that Ubbe understood what they whispered about. As (y/n) told her brothers of her new gift from the Gods Sigurd tried attacking her in her sleep the night before she was supposed to leave Kattegat to go to her new home in Norway. Ivar was waiting in her room to protect her, and (y/n) and Ivar killed Sigurd.

(Y/n) gives birth to two boys of perfect health, naming them Eirk and Egil. Once she is back raiding Ivar is king of Kattegat and tries to set up an attack on her, and her husband while they are planning to raid England with him. She ends up killing Ivar late at night, becoming Queen of Kattegat. Only to give birth shortly after to a girl, named Helga. She ends up giving Kattegat to Bjorn, so she can go home to Norway. Over time King Harald gives his kingdom to Halfdan when he gets too old, and still doesn't have sons. She dies with her pet owl watching over her howling as she goes to Valhalla to see her husband who died in the battle of Norway to keep our land from the Irish.

Fin

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The Bartender Pt. ||

Pairing: Modern!Halfdan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex. Unprotected sex, oral on fem!Reader. MINORS DNI. Just go away if under 18, thanks

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me with photos found on Pinterest. I claim 0 ownership for them.

The record player sat on a small table with records neatly stacked next to it. A few bottles of already opened liquor rest next to the records and Halfdan reaches for one, half filled with an amber brown liquid and two glasses. He takes his time in filling them as you take a seat on the couch.

It was made in a cheap leather but at least this piece of furniture was well kept with no holes or tears. A glass oval coffee table sits in front of you and you take notice of the bed just off the way of the kitchen. A supreme bachelor studio pad, you note, but clean and you appreciate this.

Before he turns back to you, Halfdan takes an older looking record and puts it onto the player, the needle going down and after a moment; you note the music. Older, a little rock 'n roll and a little classic all at once. The song is happier than what you had danced to and you smile, relaxing.

"I thought we'd switch to a nice single barrel bourbon instead of tequila." He chuckles and hands you the glass, your fingers grazing his as you accept the drink with a nod. He knew his drinks and despite the state of the bar, you could acknowledge, well, his knowledge of things you simply didn't care about.

Small sips are taken as you lean back into the couch, crossing your legs in front of you as Halfdan lets his legs spread with relaxation. One of his hands rest behind his head and with the other he holds the glass steadily.

Watching him from the corner of your eye you take in Halfdan's slim frame, long legs and tight shirt. A stirring in your stomach travels down to your abdomen, a tingling sensation begins in your most intimate parts and you clear your throat to shake it off. Being here now was exactly what you wanted but nerves still made you unsteady.

"Plenty more where this came from," Halfdan sighs as his eyes close, taking a generous sip. "Responsible Lee makes the best bourbon."

You smile at his easiness and knowledge of the liquor and note the caramel taste of the beverage. You continue to watch as Halfdan moves his free hand to straighten out his beard slowly, a sudden, subtle sexiness that makes you squirm in your spot.

He's so sure of himself but lacks the cocky attitude you're so used to. He finally sighs and opens his eyes, turning his head to meet your stare.

"What?" He whispers with a slow grin and leans towards you, "I won't bite..." the sentence hangs in the air with innuendo and you gulp with anticipation.

"Halfdan..." you lean forward, place your glass gently on the table and face him again, "I want you... To make me feel good, for me to make you feel good. I want you, all of you. Now."

He mimicks your glass setting and takes your face into his hands, apologizing softly when he squeezes too hard on the right side. Halfdan's lips whisper over your own before you groan and close your eyes. His teeth nip at your bottom lip in a tease before you take his head into your hands, closing any gap that was there before in a kiss.

Halfdan immediately takes his hands away from your face and grabs your hips, pulling you onto his lap as his fingers trace blank patterns onto your back over your shirt. Your hips roll into his groin, feeling his jeans begin to tighten around his growing erection. His inhale is sharp against your co tinied grinding and he deepens the kiss further, tongue meeting yours in frenzied haste.

The friction and stiffness from Halfdan's jeans causes a small moan to come from your lips and your head drops from the kiss, breathing in a shaking breath. Meanwhile, Halfdan moves his hands under your shirt, calloused fingertips running up and down your back.

You can feel his nose nuzzle at the side of your head, "You wanna feel good? Let me show you what good is." Halfdan grips the bottom of your ass, leans up and scoots forward on the couch. He grunts with the strain of standing up while holding you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you lean down to bite and suck on the tender skin of his neck.

Cursing your name under his breath, Halfdan slowly moves towards the queen sized bed. The sheets are a deep blue and a simple beige comforter adorns the top. It's not neatly made but for the damage you plan on doing it really doesn't matter.

Using only one hand now, Halfdan lowers your body to the bed, standing up slowly after to look you over up and down with animalistic intentions. He kneels down before you on the floor and grabs your legs, sliding your lower hand towards his face.

You begin to undo the button and zipper on your own jeans but instantly feel Halfdan slapping your hands away with a frown on his face. "No, sweetheart, let me."

Your head falls to the bed at the instruction and lift your hips up as the materiel is slid away and off of your legs, Halfdan letting out an almost inaudible groan at the sight of your skin. Your pants are thrown to the side quickly before he tickles his fingers up your thighs causing a heavy breath to escape you.

"Please..." you whimper and sit up for a moment just to take and throw your shirt off.

Underwear come off next and as you relax on the bed you spread your legs slowly, shyly. Beard is the first thing you feel as Halfdan nuzzles your inner thigh, his head traveling further up your legs with small, short kisses placed on your skin.

Halfdan takes his time with teasing you. A nip here and there to extract a back arch and moan, silently pleading with a roll of your hips to meet his touch more. You're almost to the point of begging for his tongue before you let out a loud, animalistic moan.

His tongue finds your swollen clit just in time as Halfdan wraps his hands around your legs, moving each one up to his shoulders as he gets comfortable to eat your dripping pussy.

Your eyes close and fingers grip the comforter, toes spreading in pleasure as you arch your back and plead for him to continue exploring you and he does just that.

His tongue circles your clit a few times before he moves to your inner lips, slowly going down further until you can feel his tongue actually enter you, going in and out as he tastes you fully. It's a brilliant sensation that sends a tingle down your spine as you move your head to look down and meet his brown eyes.

He watches you watch him as he eats you out and you're sure you can see a small smirk on his face. He groans and moans softly as he watches you lay your head back down on the bed, sucking your clit gently.

"Fuck me... now, Halfdan. Fill me." You beg now without abandon. You need this strange bartender in the most physical and intimate sense.

Halfdan immediately stands up and you watch him undress quickly, sensing his desperation to be inside of you as well. Shirt off and it reveals a slim and pale stomach. Pants off and you see the erection fighting his boxer-briefs. Your hand goes down to rub your swollen and aching clit, watching him undress completely until Halfdan is on top of you, looking you straight in the eyes.

"Tell me again... how you need me." He whispers, the scent of you all over his beard and mouth and you roll your hips up once more to his leaking dick.

"Halfdan," you mewl, "I need you. To fuck me right now, so bad baby. So bad."

Immediately he thrusts inside of you, pain at first but pleasure overtakes the stretching around him. His head falls to your collarbone and Halfdan moans.

"Holy shit.... God you're warm. Such a good girl." He growls and bites the skin on your neck, beginning to fuck you roughly without a certain pace.

You have to smile at the comical nickname and decide to scratch your nails up his smooth back and your name is emitted from his mouth followed by a series of "Fuck"s. His hand holds your hip while the other rests above your head as Halfdan looks up and into your eyes.

"Say my name... Please." He whimpers and the sudden vulnerability from this man makes you breathe in deeply.

Your ex only fucked you as a piece of meat, a toy to which his own dick could use and toss away once he came.

Halfdan, though, Halfdan wanted you and you could feel it. You wrap your legs around his ass and drive him balls deep into your pussy, holding him there for a second before he swivels his hips to hit the most precious spot inside of you.

"Halfdan!" The word he wanted and your legs slam down to the bed, head thrown back as he drives into you deep again and again.

"Wanted you all night long," he confesses between grunts, "so fucking pretty. So wet. I want you to cum for me."

You lick your lips in a frenzy before gripping your nails into the skin on Halfdan's back, sighing out a huffing moan. You can feel you're close, you'd never felt like this before with him... the ex.

Walls clenching, sweating from both of you and Halfdan swearing your name like Christ's, you feel a tightening in your pussy, hands gripping his back with the life of you. "Halfdan.... I can't, I'm gonna-"

"Good girl. Pretty woman, cum for me. All over me."

His silly pet names drive you crazy and you do. You cum with intensity all around his penetrating dick, clit swollen with pleasure as your fingers rub over it to ride out your high.

But what about him?

"Halfdan... fill me up. Cum inside me, now." And your teeth find his neck again, biting and sucking to leave a pretty purple mark. You wouldn't be opposed to swallowing his load but tonight you want to feel every last drop this man can do to you.

"Oh, fuck.... gonna cum.... right into your sweet pussy." Halfdans voice is raspy with fuck and you can feel him cum inside you. With a final thrust he buries himself balls deep into your pussy, letting his cum fill you up and leak out around his dick.

He stays there for a moment, pumping in and out in shallow, feverish thrusts. Your name spills from his lips before he pulls out and rolls off of you, settling beside you.

Panting breaths are all that fill the empty space above your heads and Halfdan struggles with the comforter. He rips it out from under your body, throws the blanket over both of you and nestles in beside you.

"Stay or leave. It's up to you, but, I want you to know that I'd love to see you again. And again. And again." He laughs and kisses you gently.

The last thing you hear before drifting off into the safety of sleep is Halfdan snoring quietly into your ear, his arm slung across your side.

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Can you do one about Ragnar where he finds a girl after Legertha leave and take care of her and the falls for her but has to had it from aslaug with smut please I loved the last one

Sure will try. :) i hope you'll like it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Ragnar wasn't the same after Lagertha left him. Sure Aslaug was with him, sure they had married and got beautiful boys. But it just wasn't the same. He never felt any kind of love towards her other than being thankful for being the mother of his children.

With new raids, new slaves and new people came to Kattegat as well.

But the most interesting one came as a free woman with the men of Harald and Halfdan.

The first time he saw her, se hopped off the ship, looking around warily as if nobody knew she came.

The second time was at the feast, well into the night. She was asking something from Aslaug in whispers, to which she nod, and whispered back. That was the first time Ragnar had seen the woman smile. After she left, he approached Aslaug, and sat on his throne next to hers, hopping Hvitserk on his lap.

-What did she want? - he asked simply. Aslaug was used to his manners and questions by now.

-She asked for shelter. I told her that i will ask if you'd be willing to share the old farm with her. You are either here or raiding, it would be a waste to not keep the farm working and well. - she said without looking at him.

-I'll take her tomorrow. - he said before leaving to drink.

She didn't have lots of luggage. Some furs, food she had spared from the trip here, a few coins.

-Were you in a hurry? - he asked as he lifted her stuff, which she protested for him not to.. but it was Ragnar after all..

-You could say that. - she smiled to herself.

-Tell me then, why would you want to live Harald's kingdom?

-I am a free woman i don't think i need to answer that question.

-Oh but i think you do. You see we have an alliance, if you are someone important, or someone dangerous should i not know? - he mocked her.

With a sigh she continued looking in front of her, never looking at Ragnar, no matter how hardly she felt his blue eyes boring into her.

-Harald and Halfdan.. they both fancied me. We grew up together, i .. i thought of them like brothers.. so when i refused them both, they threw me to their men. I am a shield-maiden, but i am still not enough when i am unarmed in between 15 of them...

Anger sparked in Ragnar's eyes. Viking men were cruel for sure, they took what they wanted, but disrespecting a shield-maiden like that was rather unheard of. Even if she only just begun, she couldn't have been older than 25. Practically a girl.

-Don't you have family to worry about you?

-No, they died few winters ago when the plague came.

She stopped in the door and smiled at Ragnar. A small but genuine smile.

-Thank you for accompanying me here. I swear on my armring Ragnar Lothbrok that when you call for me to go to battle, i will come.

He stepped closer, their noses nearly touching as he slowly lifted his hand to her waist. Only for her to close her eyes. She surely could not afford to offend Ragnar.

-I will keep that on my mind. - he whispered. Then it all went quiet. A few second later when she opened her eyes again, he was gone.

A few weeks have passed and Ragnar kept visiting her every 1-2 days. She was surprisingly smart, and quick witted. She reminded him of Lagertha, not cause of her looks, but because of her abilities, her brains. She was also surplisingly wise for her age.

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Aslaug noticed the absence of Ragnar. She had heard that he always left in the direction of the old farm. The god's did not show her any signs of her, so she did the next think she could think of.. visited the Seer.

-Who dares to dig me up in this cold winter day.... - he muttered - oh Queen Aslaug...

-Will she take my husband from me? - she asked.

The Seer started to laugh until he sutmbled to a coughing fit.

-You cannot lose what was never yours to begin with.

That one wounded her deeply, but she know that much.

-The pigeon will die under the crow's wings on the battlefield. Kattegat wil mourn for years to come.. but your husband will remain on your side in the daylight.

He held out his palm, and Aslaug licked it before leaving.

She had wished that Harbard was here, maybe.. maybe he could take her pain in exchange for the new woman's life.. How easy it would be...

That night she sent a man to kill the woman, not caring about the prophecy. However the next morning, she was waiting in the hall, with his severed head on the table. She was looking at his lifeless face while she drank wine from a cup. Her whole body bloodied. Aslaug stood by the door speechless and frozen, when Ragnar saw (Y/n).

He walked and sat down opposite to her, as she started to play with the edge of a dagger.

-Who is this (Y/n)?

She looked at him for a moment before smirking.

-Why don't you ask your queen? - Ragnar looked at Aslaug with wide eyes. The shock and fear evident or Aslaug's face, that was all Ragnar needed to see to know that it was her who sent that man. He took the dagger from (Y/n)'s hands, and threw it towards Aslaug, but missing her on purpose as she broke down crying. When he turned back to (Y/n), she wasn't there anymore.

He hopped on a horse and waited for her at the farm. She only came back when it was already dark outside. She quietly invited him in. Offering food and wine. As Ragnar was finishing up, he saw that she had already combed her hair, and only wore a nightgown, slowly stepping closer and closer to him, the last bite nearly falling out of his mouth. He stood up, drinking the last of his wine before stepping closer to her smirking form, to finally touch her waist again.

-She won't send any more man to kill you. - he said staring into her eyes.

-They couldn't kill me if they tried.

Ragnar used his hand on her waist to pull her flush to him.

-SHould you even be here? - she asked cocking an eyebrow as she planted her hands on his chest.

-I am where i need to be, taking care of you. - he said, gently touching his forehead to hers.

-Is this how you take care of everybody in Kattegat? - she giggled.

-You're the first.. - he said before sliding his hands under her buttcheeks, to lift her up. He knew where the bed was, he used to live here long long years ago. The memories still haunted him, but here, with (Y/n) they were quiet, as if she was the missing piece to the story. He gently put her down on the bed, ridding himself of his clothes before climbing back between her legs. Her kiss was warm, yet cold, exciting, thrilling yet distant still as if she was afraid of being just another. He turned them around so she would have more control. He hated not being in control but for her he would give it up. She smirked and took some cloth to tie his hands above himself to the bedpost.

It was foreign to him, but thrilling regardless. He felt as if he could just let himself go, she would take care of him. And that she did.

She slowly kissed down his body, teasing, kissing everywhere except where he wanted her to, only to feel that he's gonna immediately cum when she finally took his head inside her inviting mouth. The look of her, ass high up in the air, licking, sucking his member was nearly too much already. Everytime she felt him twitch, she slowed down or entirely stopped. At some point Ragnar was so out of it, he practically started to beg to her to sit on it. She giggled, as she straddled him. She leant down to kiss him slowly, only for him to rip the cloth confining him and with a yelp getting on top of her, holding her hands above her head.

She looked at him with lustblown eyes, as he lined himself up with her leaking slit. Only to thrust into her with one swift motion. She moaned, her back arched off of the bed.

He had never made love like with her before.

Just once or twice was not enough. He had not left the old farm for a week, and then again, still only did so Aslaug wouldn't send men for him.

With the sweetest kiss she let him go. She knew she wasn't gonna be Queen of Kattegat, nor did she wanted to. She was a shield-maiden, not fit for a throne.

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When spring approached everybody was in the hall, talking about the upcoming raid. Ragnar made her leader of a ship, she had her own crew of men and women now. They trained hard, and planned even harder. On the day they set sail, Ragnar stood at the edge of the dock where her ship was, touching foreheads with her.

-I'll see you on the otherside Dove. - he said as he gently kissed her.

Most of the men hated Aslaug for what he did to Lagertha, so when word got out, you suddenly had a whole village at your back.

Aslaug stood behind him with their kids, coughing to get his attention. With a sigh (Y/n) nodded to Ragnar to say his goodbyes, as she hopped on her already leaving ship. On the other side of the harbour, Harald and Halfdan watched the scene.

-So this is where she ran off to.. - said Harald. -She could've been queen, and she chose to be a simple mistress...

Harald's eyes followed (Y/n) as she interacted with her crew, not looking back at Ragnar or Aslaug.

-We did threw her to the men... i may not understand women, but that move was surely not too convincing regarding her safety and our feelings... - said Halfdan before climbing to the ship.

Thor spared her from any storms on the way to Frankia. She already had set camp when Ragnar's, and Harald's ships arrived.

By the time Ragnar made time to see her, she was talking with Harald near a cliff.

-Why did you leave us? - he asked.

-You really asked that? - she scoffed - You threw me to your men to use as they please, to even kill me if they wanted to.. just because you never heard no in your life.

-But i.. we loved you so dearly, you would've been queen..

-Did it ever cross your mind that i want a simpler life than that? I was never meant nor wanted to be queen.

-And being the mistress of Ragnar Lothbrok is simpler? - he asked.

She stood up, slapped him before she left, seeing that Ragnar heard everything. SHe did not stop, she just went to her crew, and drank.

A raid, an unknown continet isnt the place where she can affor to have feelings, where she could afford to fight her own.

Early morning Ragnar entered her tent with some water and a few pieces of meat and bread. She took it, but she did not talk.

-I would never betray you like that i hope you know that. - he said to her.

-You couldn't betray me like that even if you tried. - she said as she straddled him and took his already hard member to slide herself down on.

-I am nothing to you. - she said as she started to chase her own release on top of him, making him growl.

-You are everything to me. - he said grunting. - but i undertand you'd never want to be my queen.

-Good at least one of you understand. - she said before biting down on his shoulder. He growled and threw her back on the furs, getting on top of her, pumping in and out of her mercilessly. Her moans must have woke half the camp, but he did not care. It was quick, there wasn't much love in it. Animalistic desires took them over after the last few weeks.

Harald and Halfdan heard her loud and clear, knowing they had lost her... way back then.

After he had shoot his seed deep inside her, they laid cuddling for a few moments before the battle. The franks knew they were coming.

After days of trying and losing, Ragnar fell sick. The seer had told him that it would be the dead who would take Paris, not the living. He had instructed Floki to build a coffin, with a secret compartment. He only let Bjorn in on the plan. You were all mourning him as you all thought he was dead.

One by one everyone shared their secrets with his coffing, thinking he was long gone, already feasting in Valhalla.

She was the last to visit him.

-I cannot believe i am losing you already. We shouldn't have left the farm... - she cried. - i would even be your fucking queen, if only you'd come back to me sweet Ragnar...

9 men took the coffin inside the city. All of the men and women sang for him as they accompanied him to the gates. However Bjorn told the leaders to just hide near, don't go back to the camp. That is when she remembered what Ragnar said about the dead taking Paris. She smiled at how brilliant her lover was. Soon enough the battle was in full motion, they had took Paris. Only a few of the franks remained either in chains, or hiding somewhere. She was walking towards Ragnar, fire, blood and dead men behind her, and she smiled. Only she did not saw the archer behind her. He shot her back. Ragnar launched himself towards her, taking her limp body in his arms, crying for his love.

-So the dead indeed took Paris. - she smiled weakly.

-Shhh.. sh... you will be okay, you cannot leave me.. you cannot leave me too.. i need you.. i want you to be my queen...

She slowly, lifted her shaking hand to his face to wipe away his tears.

-My love.. i was never meant to be Queen.. - before shutting her eyes for all eternity.

Ragnar kissed her lips one last time gently. Carrying her out to the shore, so she could have a proper viking burial. That is what she'd have wanted. Ragnar was the one to shoot a flaming arrow to the makeshift boat.

-I will meet you in Valhalla (Y/n), we will feast together and make love for weeks.. You hurried there, but now i ask you to wait. Wait for me my love.. - he shouted after the burning body floating on the water.

And he never were the same after.

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Masterlist (Remastered)

For some reason Tumblr won't let me update my old masterlist, so here's a new one!

Ok so, this account is dedicated to fanfictions and this - my first post, will be both an intro and a temporary masterlist! I do take requests for the following. All fanfics unless explicitly stated otherwise are x female reader

I do write smut (probably badly) and if you venture into my blog then on your head be it!

I do write for SPN - I will NEVER write any form of incest (for any fandom) whether they’re bio or adopted siblings - that’s just nasty siblings are siblings

Please feel free to make requests in my inbox! Doesn’t have to be for these guys! Go wild with any character you want 

I will write for a character based off of a song! 

Reign:

Sebastian Du Poitiers

The Falls

Mary Queen of Scots 

(More to come?)

The 100

Lexa

Bellamy

Clarke

TVD/TO

Malachi (Kai) Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Bonnie Bennette

Rebekah Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Vikings

Ivar ‘The Boneless’ Ragnanrsson

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Halfdan ‘The Black’

Ubba Ragnarsson

Lagertha 

Supernatural 

Jack Kline

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Gabriel 

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon 

(I will not be writing James March, Richard Ramirez or Charles Montgomary or any others based off of real killers (to the best of my knowledge) my morals might be loose - but they’re not that loose!)

(More to come)

Miscellaneous fics:

#long may she reign #vikings fanfic #spn fanfic #the originals fanfiction #fanfiction #x reader #x fem reader #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #kai parker #bonnie bennett #rebekah mikaelson #marcel gerard #commander lexa #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #sebastian de poitiers x reader #ivar the boneless #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubba ragnarsson #halfdan x reader #lagertha #jack kline #dean winchester #sam winchester #archangel gabriel #michael langdon

[iinafarawaygalaxii]

Welcome to a Faraway Galaxii

-please read before proceeding to the fics-

About the Page

Welcome!

For sometime now I have been encourage to post and share my fanfics with the public. I chose tumblr as a safe spot to place my writing because of the kindness in the community and the shared love for composition. I am a first time writer but a big dreamer, with an active imagination and if you’re here… your curiosity served you well.

Travel with me down the road of fantasies- for I would love to show you my world 💜 Here’s the information of the fics I’m currently working on. Some of these are all to be projected well over 15 chapters but, first: 

WARNINGS: These fics WILL contain scenes not appropriate for young minds so minors: this is not the page to follow. Warnings included in this series are:

Abuse, Violence, Death, War, smut (Graphic Scenes), PiV, fluff, drama and if theres any others throughout the book please message me so that I can tag them for you!

If you are a MINOR stop reading- your journey ends here. 

Side Info~

~ Each fic with OCs will come with a prequel(s) explaining the original charters background to help you process the story in advanced.

~At the beginning of each post will hold information about the chapter (i.e if it’s nsfw or sfw, notes or trigger warnings).

~A Materialist will be posted shortly after I start posting and this post will be continuously updated as the fics come out! I

~’m always open to feedback as it will be the only way I can develop myself as a writer! Thank you for reading and I’m excited to continue posting

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Star Wars the Clone Wars: Bloodline

Fic Summary: After a brewing war intensified across the galaxy and the republic slowly diminishing; General Skywalker and his ARC unit discovers a way win the war with an unlikely ally. The question still remains, will they succeed when darkness still lurks around the corner...? Or to what extent will they need to sacrifice and achieve victory… 

Chapters: 4/?

Notes:

~Captain Rex x OC 

~Scenes not appropriate for young minds. Tags will be made

~Original character with an original planet that’s in the star wars universe 

~Translations will be under the 'notes' tab (similar to this post) that will help you understand what the characters are saying.

[The plot hole i discovered in my written chapters runs deep. I need time to fix it, Im so sorry- but thank you for being patient!!]

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AC Valhalla: Frejas Promise

Fic Summary: Alas! Eivor has become Jarlskona of Ravensthorpe but with leadership came many responsibilities- and enemies. Working hard to unite England with her many allies, an unknown force gathers beyond the winter stormed mountains of Northumbria. Creeping closer to home. With Halfdan out the door- what will become of Mercia and its people?

Notes:

~ F!Evior x Vili Hemmigston

~ Scenes not appropriate for young minds. Tags will be made

~This is based off the video game Assassin Creed: Valhalla. One of my all time fav games on the market. Is the fic canon? Not really but were here for the imagination. Our queen Eivor deserved so much more love than she got. So I am here to remedy ;')

~Fic is essentially an Arc. It will be short, probably 10 chapters at best.

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Other Fics/Shorts I’ve been writing off and on with created OC’s and CCs that are not ready to post yet are:

Star Wars: A Ghost for Prospect | Captain Rex x Reader

Mass Effect Andromeda: The After Effect | Jaal Ama Darav x f!Ryder

Naruto: Queen of the Black Sea | Gaara x OC

Jujutsu Kasien: In the End There’s Always Red | Sukuna/Itadori x OC

Starfield: I'll Give you the Sun | Sam Coe x Reader

|| Last Updated: Wednesday, April 24th, 2024 ||

#tcw fanfic #mass effect andromeda #jaal x ryder #naruto fanfiction #jjk fanfic #starfield #fanfics #first fanfic #the clone wars #original character #assassin creed #ac valhalla #vili hemmingston x Eivor #vili hemmingson #sam coe #tcw rex

[disasterofastory]

Midnight snack (Halfdan x Reader)

Midnight snack

modern!Halfdan x Reader

Warnings: smut

Summary: Halfdan comes home and he really missed you.

Your week was a disaster. Your boss was on your heels because of the deadline, and your co-workers wanted to pass a bunch of tasks on you to do instead of them. And on top of everything, your boyfriend had to go away for a whole week for a business trip. None of you had the time or energy to talk more than a few words every night, and his absence began to take a toll on you.

So you stand in the kitchen now, smelling like a bunch of sweet things from the bath bomb, soap, lotions, and face mask you used in the bath. You dressed in Halfdan’s pajama t-shirt, and you found your favorite plush robe. The air is filled with the scent of the pizza you made as an award for the fact that you didn’t tear anyone's eyes out. They would have deserved it, though.

The key rattling in the lock wakes you up from your thoughts, and before you know it, you are at the entrance, hugging Halfdan’s neck as if your life depends on it. The tall man keeps you close to himself by your waist as his bags fall onto the floor with a thud.

“I’m so happy you are here!” Your voice is muffled against his neck. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, my love,” he answers, moving away from you a bit to kiss your lips.

You could cry from the happiness.

“Do you stay for the night?” You ask him. “You have clean clothes you can wear.”

“I would love to,” he replies, kissing you again. “But what is this smell?” He questions, straightening himself up to sniff in the air.

“The pizza!” You gasp, bursting out of his arm to the oven. The baking sheet is warm through the gloves as you take it out to the counter. “Okay,” you nod. “It’s fine.”

“It smells good,” Harald says, appearing behind you. His arms curl around your waist, pressing himself to your back. His breath is warm in your neck as he looks over at your shoulder.

“And I have some beer in the fridge,” you tell him. “We can drink and eat in front of the TV. You are surely tired from the travel.”

“You are amazing,” he says, kissing the soft skin of your neck a few times before he continues. “But first…”

You squeal in surprise when he grabs your hips, turning you around, and putting you on the counter far away from the hot pizza. Your arms wrap around his neck automatically.

“Take it off,” Halfdan says, grabbing the robe on you to drop it on the table behind him. A smug smile spreads on his lips when his shirt and your bare thighs are revealed before his eyes. “I really missed you,” he states.

The man’s palms are warm on the skin of your thighs as he pushes the shirt up to your waist.

“And no panties,” he sighs. “Just the way I like it.”

“Halfdan!” You snap at him, hitting his chest with a smile. You already feel breathless.

A gasp leaves your mouth when he tugs on your waist, pulling you to the edge of the counter, and he kneels down between your legs.

“Are you not hungry?” You ask him, looking at the pizza a little bit dizzy.

“I am,” he answers, and before you can react, he dives into your core.

This week was not so bad, after all.

Halfdan’s breath is warm in contrast with the cold counter under you. Goosebumps run over your body. He pushes your legs over his shoulders for better access, keeping his grip on your legs the whole time.

“Oh,” you gasp out, jumping from the sudden feeling. His tongue is warm and wet on your folds. He draws slow circles on your clit, holding you against him like a starving man. You even forget to breathe for a second when he looks up at you as he moves down, teasing your tight hole. His face is already wet from your juices.

“Halfdan,” you say his name, dropping your head back, running your hand through his blonde hair. You lean back a little, crossing your legs behind his head to keep him against you. One of your hands moves up to your breast, fondling with the soft flesh. Your nipple peaks through the shirt as you pinch and pull on it to your heart content.

Halfdan’s tongue swirls in you, licking up your juices, flicking and sucking your clit. Your orgasm comes fast while he is still latched on your pussy. The heat in your body spreads through your muscles, your walls squeeze around nothing as your boyfriend pushes himself more to your pussy.

“Halfan,” you moan his name with closed eyes. Your lips are parted, and your fingers’ grip tightens on your breast. Small lightings make your body twitch, and your breathing is heavy.

“That good, huh?” He asks, standing up, keeping your legs around his waist. You can feel his hardness against your thigh.

“So good,” you sigh, dropping your head against his chest while you reach out to his waist. “What about you?”

“It can wait,” he says. “I’m hungry for food too.”

“Sure,” you jump off from the counter after you make sure you don’t fall under your weight. Your knees still shake a little. Halfdan smirks at the whole scene as if he didn’t eat you out a few minutes ago.

“And I thought about something,” he adds while you are busy with the plates.

“About what?”

“You could move in with me,” he says.

You freeze in the spot, hearing his words. Looking at him in gape, you put down the plates.

“Are you serious?” You ask him uncertainly.

“Yes,” he nods, pulling you closer to his body. “We are together for a while now, and it would be a good next step. And I love coming home to you, we could spend much more time together, and my flat is bigger and closer to your workplace.”

“You really thought about it,” you state, still surprised.

“I told you I missed you,” he nods, smirking at your reaction. “So what do you say?”

“Okay,” you nod. “I would love to live with you,” you add as a wide smile pulls on your lips.

#vikings smut #vikings imagine #vikings x reader #halfdan smut #halfdan imagine #halfdan x reader #modern vikings

[ritual-unions]

Archive of Our Own to see everything I’ve ever written for the Vikings fandom.

** = denotes explicit and/or implied sexual content, please use discretion

Ubbe / Original Character(s)

Sleepy Mornings **- multi chapter, complete, entire fic posted on Ao3. Winnifred lives the sheltered life of a Christian woman in King Alfred’s court. Not truly understanding the meaning of sexual pleasure her new husband, Ubbe Ragnarsson, is more than willing to show her the path.

Green Ivy **- one-shot, Ubbe has been married to Avaritia for many years but she still struggles with his heathenism and the way it creeps into her daily life and that of their children. A thunderstorm one night sends her running to Ubbe’s bed, the family bed he has been trying to convince her to sleep in. She finds not only Ubbe but their two children fast asleep. Ubbe in his tempestuous ways convinces Avaritia to find safety in his arms. (I may continue/add more fics with Avaritia at a later date)

A Feast for You **- one-shot, The Great Army finds themselves at the deserted villa of King Ecbert and Ubbe, feeling the full fervor of battle, takes his Sami consort, Verdandi, again and again, until she can no longer handle his advances. To distract him she tries to scrounge up enough food to hopefully satiate his beastly desires. (I may continue/add more fics with Verdandi at a later date)

Gatekeeper **- one-shot, Ubbe is forced to punish his Sami consort, Verdandi, after she mistakenly reveals the secret entrance into Kattegat to the enemy. Also known as sex-on-a-throne cause I can.

Northern Lights - one-shot, ficlet

Twice Now - multi chapter/complete, entire fic posted on Ao3. For years Ubbe has been promised to the same Saxon girl from his childhood, Avery. He is reluctantly waiting for the day when he will marry Avery, until then the gods will find their entertainment by placing the wilding Saxon, Kara, before him. She is unlike any he has met before, drawn to her though she does not want his help. She is determined to meet her lover, Ceol, on the coast of England before the year ends. Unwillingly she travels with Ubbe and his brother, Hvitserk, in a journey that may just leave them all a little mad.

Wolf Like Me - multi chapter/on going, Ylva Ragnardottir is used to getting what she wants. As the only daughter of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and the famous Princess Aslaug she wants to marry Haakon, the bastard son of King Harald Finehair but Ubbe, forced into a position that should be their missing father's, will not allow it.

Ylva isn't the only one whose hand is being forced, Eir, daughter of the King of Sweden finds herself betrothed to a man she wishes to never see again, Ubbe Ragnarsson.

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Hvitserk / Original Character(s)

Hours & Hours ** - one-shot, Hvitserk proposes “Naked Sushi Night” at The Valkyrie Gentlemen’s Club, the strip club owned by the Ragnarssons, just so he can see his favorite employee covered in food.

Touch Me ** - one-shot, Ubbe solicits Hvitserk into having sex with his girl, Dusty, so that he can watch, things don’t go as planned when Hvitserk’s new girlfriend, Honey, walks in on the three of them mid-coitous.

A part of my "Broken Clocks" series, in which the sons of Ragnar own a strip club, The Valkyrie Gentlemen's Club, located in England, much to the annoyance of the Christian council, Ecbert, and his son, Aethelwulf.

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

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Halfdan the Black / Original Character(s)

Marks ** - anon requested/drabble, Halfdan does not share and he is willing to let everyone know.

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2022 Ao3 End of the Year Review

Requests are open, see this post for more info. Also my inbox and dms are always open, I may not get to them right away but I’d love to talk to you about my fics & ocs and/or Vikings characters in general.

#vikings #vikings history #ubbe #hvitserk #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #vikings fanfiction #ubbe fanfiction #Ubbe’s Wolfpack #Ubbe x ofc #Hvitserk x ofc #hvitserk fanfiction #halfdan vikings #halfdan the black #halfdan smut #hvitserk smut #ubbe smut

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Sex With Halfdan Would Include...

-Him trying his best to kiss you softly and gently but it always ends up rough and his kisses always end up everywhere but your lips.

-Him trying to be gentle with you and tries to go slow with you but ends up forgetting about being gentle and ends up being rough instead. You have a lot of obvious reminders all over your body because of it.

-Him loving to praise you on how good you are doing and how good you are taking him in you. He also loves to give you cute nicknames.

-Him loving to go down on you even though he feels like he is not very skilled at it. Then he would often slap your folds after he is done making you cum just to make sure you know that he is not done with you yet.

-Him loving to surprise you with his thrusts from going slow to fast. He loves the look on your face whenever he does this.

-Him loving to slap your ass whenever he can because he loves to hear you squeal a bit when he does this and also how there is a red mark on your ass after he slaps it.

-Both of you often going to the market to buy new clothes because he cannot help but rip your clothes off of you.

-He loves to show you how much he loves you. No matter what.

#norway #scandanavia #viking #vikings #imagines #halfdan #halfdan the black #halfdan imagines #halfdan imagine #halfdan x reader #halfdan the black imagine #halfdan the black imagines #halfdan the black x reader #nordic #vikings x you #vikings fandom #vikings halfdan #vikings imagines #vikings headcanon #vikings smut #vikings imagine #vikings x reader

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Restore Me

Werewolf!Hvitserk x Werewolf!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry it’s all been a bit erm…delayed 🤣 I hope this chapter is worth the wait. Thanks @punkrocknpearls for having a mooch over it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, torture, blood, death mention, kidnap mention, smut,

Word Count: 6.8k+

Tagging: @kaybee87 @a-bang-for-your-bucky @strangunddurm @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @adrille88 (if you want adding or removing let me know 😘)

The house was quiet. Only the old creaking of the pipes reached your ears as you sat on the window seat. The lawn spread out before you, dipping slightly when it reached the line of trees. The sky was a rich blue that even Ubbe would have had difficulty replicating. Puffy white clouds drifted on invisible pathways, a journey only they and the wind were privy to.

Ragnar was out with Harald and Halfdan, laying traps and fortifying the border of your territory. Ivar was with his brothers, who had gone one town over to show their faces in their respective businesses and to put on a front that everything was running normally within the pack. Floki had disappeared under Ragnar’s orders, no doubt to go and dredge up some information from his sources.

Ragnar had confined you to the house, much to your frustration. Hvitserk, of course, was your keeper, staying with you even when you sat in silence or when you couldn’t take the silence anymore and needed to work your anger out. He took it all.

Nothing else had been heard from the other pack, no bodies had been unearthed and Nick was still missing. Your phone buzzed again, Marianne’s number came to life on your screen and once again it ripped open the thin veil you kept your guilt behind. From the previous messages she’d left, Nick was only supposed to have been gone a few days and you’d already used the excuse of an extended stay. It frustrated you, sitting here and doing nothing when you could be doing something. Anything.

Cocking your head, you tried to pinpoint where Hvitserk was but he wasn’t nearby. Pushing out of the seat, you made your way to the kitchen, pausing when you saw a figure outside. Hvitserk leaned on the concrete balustrade, coffee cup in one hand and a phone to his ear. The window was open, but you’d had enough of listening to people's conversations. Pushing the door for the basement open, you quietly went down the stairs. Your breath hitched, your feet pausing on the first step, but you forced yourself to descend.

It was dark, although your vision made up for it in differing shades of black and grey. A large table stood in the middle. Another map of your territory and beyond covered the top with a sheet of glass as the surface. Notes were jotted all around the side and different coloured dots showed the current whereabouts of known útlagi. Most of the positions had been recently updated. With Floki almost a loner wolf himself, he was able to tap into that network better than any known pack wolf could.

Your fingers ghosted over the city where you’d lived with Nick, the hole in your chest feeling emptier than ever before.

Your gaze rose from the map. The cage loomed against the far wall, its black bars scratched and dented but still holding strong. Fragments of memories echoed in your mind, brief snippets of conversation, your screams, the sound of the bars ringing loudly as you threw yourself at them.

Each step you took was slow, but you had to get closer. The faint scent of bleach burned your nostrils and you wrinkled your nose. Reaching for the bars you curled your hand around the metal, grateful to finally be on the other side.

“Please, help me!” you whispered. You lay on the floor covered in sweat, hair plastered to your scalp. Your clothes felt itchy and clingy. Your face was pressed against the bars but they didn’t feel cool anymore. You’d managed to shove your arm through the gap, your hand upturned in a pleading gesture as you begged to be set free. You didn’t want to die here but Ragnar crouched just out of reach, unmoving and unwavering in his decision. Your gaze drifted to see Ubbe standing to the side, his strong arms around his brother who sagged helplessly in his grip.

“Just let me go to her!” Hvitserk tried once again to free himself but Ubbe held him tightly.

“Just watch brother.”

“I can’t watch her die!” Hvitserk cried, his face wet with tears. “You’re going to kill her!” He snarled at Ragnar.

“You will watch, Hvitserk. And you will see the outcome of your actions. If she dies, I want this as a reminder that we never endanger ourselves like this again, to never risk an innocent’s life.” Ragnar turned to look at the others who lined the back of the room.

You had no idea there was such an audience available to watch you die.

“Please…” you whispered. Your back arched from the pressure, pain filtered through your blood and you felt like your skin was being peeled from your body. Ragnar leaned forward, falling to his knees gently on the concrete floor. You blinked up at him as he crawled closer.

“Don’t fight it. Give in. Surrender yourself.”

“What are you doing?” Hvitserk’s voice broke through the memory, releasing the grip it had on you, making you gasp a little in shock.

“Just remembering.” You moved away from the cage, turning your back on it and catching sight of the bookshelf that lined one of the walls. Every nook and cranny was filled with old scrolls or books all with information about the wolves and their history. If anyone was to make it down here they would know every intimate detail about everything you all tried to keep secret. Family trees, bloodlines tracked like royalty, bitten in wolves and their histories - it was all here.

“I can think of better places to go and remember nicer moments,” he joked.

“Who was on the phone?” you asked, ignoring his attempt at humour.

“Ubbe. Something about club business is booming. Ivar’s photography is still as popular as ever, blah blah.” He made a snapping motion with his hand to mimic someone talking but you zoned him out as you leaned heavily on the table. Your gaze tracked over the map, mouthing names as you reacquainted yourself with them all. A snarl gathered inside you, forcing your lip to curl even as you tried to keep it in. Fuelled by frustration and rage, the wolf bristled under your skin, her fur brushing against your skin, making everything on your body hyper aware of its surroundings.

“What use is this?” you growled, throwing an open hand at the map, the wolf rippled in your voice when you spoke. “We should be out there. I should be out there looking for him.”

“You’re safer here.”

Releasing the snarl, you could feel the vibrations of it reach the very ends of your fingertips.

“I am not some helpless damsel you can keep locked in a tower.”

“No. But I guarantee if it was anyone else in your position they’d be treated the same,” Hvitserk pointed out.

You wanted to wreck everything around you, to rip your way out of this suffocating house. The walls of the basement seemed to close in and you swallowed a growl, wishing you were anywhere else in the world.

Your head snapped up at the sound of someone on the driveway, the gravel crunching under each uneven footfall.

“Someone’s here,” you breathed. Following Hvitserk up the stairs, you pushed his hand away when he tried to tuck you behind him. The door burst open, followed by a pained grunt when a body was thrown into the hallway. It was a wolf; one you recognised. Floki’s shadow loomed over him as he shut the door and the metallic tang of blood and anger filled the air. Crouching down, you locked eyes with the grizzled man. Blood dripped from a cut on his lower lip, bruises littered his face and you could see Floki clearly had fun with him before bringing him here. Hvithár.

“Hvitserk, put our guest here in the cage.”

“Does he have information?” you asked as Hvitserk picked the old man up and shoved him towards the basement.

“I believe he does. But he won’t tell me.” Floki grabbed your arm and pulled you to a stop. “I don’t think you’re going to like where this leads,” he told you softly.

“If it leads me to saving Nick then I’ll take it.” Firmly pulling your arm free you followed Hvitserk, descending the stairs but this time there was no hesitation in your steps.

The sounds of Hvitserk throwing Hvithár into the cage echoed harshly in the stone room, but you knew that was the least of his worries. Usually once they were in the cage, they never came out alive.

“What did you find out?” You shot the question at Floki as you paced along the kitchen floor.

“He has been seen with someone from the British pack, a wolf named Aethelred. He’s even been seen near their pack house.”

“He could know where Nick is,” you murmured looking over at Hvitserk. “And he refused to confirm this? We should question him.”

“We should wait for Ragnar. Give them another day,” Floki suggested calmly but those were words you didn’t want to hear.

“Another day, another day for whoever has Nick to chop him up again. Another day for them to move and Hvithár’s information was worth nothing.” Turning to Hvitserk you saw he was slowly swiping his thumb along his bottom lip as he watched your restless pacing. “What do you say?”

“We should wait for Ragnar.” Scoffing in frustration you threw up your hands but he stepped forward. “I said we should. Doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

Floki tutted, covering his face with his hand.

“I must advise against this.”

“Advise all you like, Floki. Father will see we had no choice.” Hvitserk paused next to you, his honey hazel eyes locking with yours as his shoulder gently nudged your own. “I made a promise to you, elskede.” His gaze broke for a split second when you leaned into him, his pupils blowing wide as your scents mixed into a heady cocktail. His hand lifted as though he was going to sweep it along your cheek but it curled into a fist and his tongue came out to lick the corner of his mouth. The iris of his eyes began to flood with the orange of his wolf and your breath caught in your throat at the sight.

Hvitserk moved past you, his sigh of longing trailing behind him but then it was covered by the sound of him descending into the basement. Your gaze lowered, chin resting on your shoulder as you listened to the bars echoing as Hvithár threw himself against them.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Floki warned you in a quiet voice. You refused to look at him, telling yourself this door needed opening and that you’d do anything to get Nick back.

The wolf in the cage was huge; his white fur was mangy and you imagined in his prime he would have been magnificent. The snarls rolled relentlessly from him as he paced the length of the cage, teeth bared and the scar on his face evident even in this form.

“Clever,” you commented, crouching down to be level with the animal, not flinching when he snapped aggressively. “You think in this form you won’t be able to spill any information.” You smirked. “This isn’t our first rodeo.” Hvitserk came up beside you, a long pole in his hand that he shoved between the bars and pressed into the wolf’s side. You heard the drug being administered and he yelped loudly, turning to look at the end of the pole before going unsteady on his feet. Eventually the sedative took effect and the wolf fell on his side, tongue lolling out of his mouth, his breathing was steady and even.

“Won’t hold him for long,” Hvitserk said as he put the pole on the table.

“I’ll get the rope.” He grabbed your arm, gently pulling you to a stop.

“I can do this. Why don’t you wait upstairs?”

“No. I want to look into his eyes and make sure he’s telling us the truth.” Frustration filled Hvitserk’s expression and you felt his fingers tighten their grip. “I know who you are now, Hvitserk,” you whispered, studying the face you knew well, the face you’d loved so deeply you didn’t think you’d ever look at anyone else for as long as you lived. “I’ve seen the beast within and it doesn’t frighten me anymore.”

You pushed away from him, the feel of his fingers still burned onto the skin of your arm. Putting thick gloves on, you opened an old wooden chest and dragged out a long rope. The rope was thin but strong, silver had been twisted into the weave - just enough to singe a werewolves bare skin and weaken them. Hvitserk held Hvithár up like he weighed nothing and you wound the rope around his wrists, binding him to the bars of the cage. His toes barely touched the floor and you knew the first thing he’d do would be to try to find his footing when he woke up. You hauled the rope tight, feeling the tension as you tied the knot around the hook on the wall. Already his flesh was crackling from having contact with the silver and you wrinkled your nose against the smell.

For a second you debated leaving. Did you really want to see Hvitserk do this again? To see the bloodlust in his eyes, to see him possibly kill someone and enjoy it? That’s what made you leave in the first place, the violence of your new world and how they moved outside of human awareness. Maybe you were a hypocrite, because right now you’d do anything to get Nick back. This was your fault and now you had to suffer the consequences.

Hvitserk rolled out a leather tool kit and your stomach heaved slightly at the sight of it. Swallowing firmly, you tried to tap into the beast within you, the wolf that would enjoy the scent of blood, the cry of prey. The wolf would roar for violence and you needed that right now.

Sitting on the table, you watched Hvithár, listening to the way his heart sped up as he regained consciousness. He snarled wildly and he tried to shed his burning bonds. His eyes opened and you could see the hope die as soon as he saw Hvitserk standing before him.

“I wouldn’t change if I were you,” he spoke quietly but you both heard him clearly. “If you do, your bones will snap.”

“What do you fucking want with me?” Hvithár nodded in your direction. “Showing off to your little girlfriend. Last I heard, that didn’t work too well, hvalp.” It took all your control not to flinch when Hvitserk moved. The snap of breaking bone was loud, followed by Hvithár’s pained roar. Hvitserk grinned, pressing the prisoner's wrist flat against the bars as he inspected the bent back finger he’d just snapped in half.

“Tell us what you know about the new pack,” he spat.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” Hvithár growled through his laboured breaths. You keep your eyes trained on the older wolf’s face, watching the way his eyes widened as Hvitserk sickeningly snapped another finger.

“That’s ok,” Hvitserk leaned in and grabbed his chin. “I’m just getting started.”

You had to dig deep, to lean on your hidden nature, to drag it out into the light and embrace it as Hvitserk drew blood and not words from Hvithár. The acrid stench of fear and anger was toxic, the blend of that with Hvitserk’s scent triggered your fight or flight response and you had to wrestle with yourself to stay. Blood dripped steadily from the strung- up wolf and his chest heaved with torn breaths.

Hvitserk threw the silver blade onto the table, leaning heavily on the surface and leaving behind bloody hand prints. Swiping his wrist along his forehead did nothing for the blood spatters on his skin. His wolf was flaming in his irises, growls rounding off each exhale as they rolled from his chest.

You broke the stillness, slipping off the table and approaching the beaten man as he hung on the bars. You could see the marks the silver had left on his skin, the deep cuts that refused to heal. His body wasn’t even trying.

“Where is the human?” you asked.

“I don’t kno…” he grunted when you pressed a finger into a deep cut on his side.

“You’ve been seen with the British wolf pack. Where did they take the human?” you asked again, baring your teeth as you twisted your finger in the wound. His eyes flared with bright yellow at the pain and you knew he was fighting the urge to change. Your own eyes sparked with the emerald green of your wolf and she urged you to dig deeper, to make him cry out in pain, to beg for mercy. Oh how she wanted to rip his throat out, to feel his last breath. Hvithár began to shake as he used whatever he had left within him to fight the waves of pain you were creating in his body. “Where is he?” you whispered. “Tell me and this will end.” The older wolf blew out his cheeks, sweat and blood fell into his rolling eyes as he tried not to give in. Snarling in frustration, you grabbed his throat. He wheezed roughly against your grip as you allowed the wolf to slip through, claws replacing your fingernails and you pierced the thin skin of his neck. His strangled bellow was like music to your ears and you sucked in a breath at the sound. His heart beat a faster rhythm, it tapped away under his ribs exciting the wolf inside you to an almost uncontrollable frenzy.

“Where is he?” you demanded. He gurgled, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and he fought to breathe through the squeezing of your hand. Finally he managed to cough some words out and you listened closely.

“H-he’s on their land! They took him as bait. T-they want you. They want the secrets of the she-wolf!” he whispered.

Let him go! You were coming apart at the seams. Your wolf was bursting through and her lust for the kill was clouding your human senses as a red mist fringed your vision. Let him go! The smell of fear intensified and you felt your hand start to close firmly around his neck. It was like trapping a bird in your palm, feeling the terrified flutters as you choked him and marvelling at the power you exerted over him.

“No!” You were ripped away from Hvithár. Your hand came away covered with blood that glazed your skin. You were forced to look at Hvitserk, his hazel eyes searching yours. “This isn’t you.”

“What a way to go,” croaked Hvithár. “To die at the hands of her. Such pretty hands…” you looked between the pleading eyes of Hvitserk and the smug yellow eyes of your prey. “Maybe—maybe she didn’t run because was scared of you, hvalp.” Hvithár smiled as he breathed through the pain. “She was just scared of herself.”

Snatching away from Hvitserk, you backed towards the stairs, turning at the last second and leaving the basement. Floki tried to stop you but you shook him off, your hands leaving a bloody trail up the wall as you ran for your room. Maybe she was scared of herself…. You were about to take someone’s life and you knew for a fleeting moment you would have enjoyed it. Nausea turned your stomach, stumbling into your en-suite you wanted to wash off the blood that seemed to stick to you. To cleanse yourself of the fear and hatred that lingered on your skin.

Without thinking you stepped into your shower fully dressed, falling to the floor as you stared at your shaking hands. The water covered you, cold and icy as it seeped into your clothes, gently pattering away the redness and swirling it down the plug, numbing your body.

That’s how Hvitserk found you, teeth chattering with your hands still held out in the stream of frigid water. He didn’t say anything, just opened the glass door and sat down next to you, gathering your shivering body to his hot embrace and letting the water wash him clean as well. He nudged your head to lay on his chest, curling a large hand around the side of your face to hold you close. His other hand reached for the shower controls, making the water gradually warmer before wrapping his arm back around you.

Slowly you warmed up, your body relaxing as the shivers died down, but Hvitserk didn’t move until you did. Stepping out of the shower, you wrung your hair out before beginning to remove your wet clothes and you knew that he was watching you. Leaving your underwear on, you stepped into your bedroom, listening to the sound of Hvitserk ridding himself of his own clothes and the noise of the water as he doused himself. You quickly changed into fresh underwear and slipped a baggy top on before he exited your en-suite. He ran a hand through his wet hair, one of your towels wrapped around his waist and you tried not to eye the tattoo that seemed to come alive when he moved.

“I’m going to get Nick.”

“No. No, you’re not.” His instant dismissal had anger boiling in your gut, bubbling over when he had the nerve to smirk at you.

“I am.” Grabbing a pair of leggings, you reached the door before he realised you were serious. He charged after you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

As he threw you back into the bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel caged all over again. Except this time, Hvitserk was there instead of the bars. His solid body kept you from passing. He restrained you, keeping you pinned as he crowded you against the door. Even through your rageful snarling and snapping you knew it was better to wait for the others, to attack as a pack and with force, but now you knew where Nick was and you needed to go.

Eventually you calmed, breathing heavily against him, your head resting on his shoulder. But his grip didn’t lessen, he knew you too well. Closing your eyes, you tried to reason with yourself, but you were beginning to suffocate.

His scent was intoxicating.

Subtly you moved your nose closer to his neck, breathing in deeply the aroma of the wind in the trees, freshly mown grass and the cleanliness of newly disturbed earth. It was exactly as you remembered, waking up with your heightened senses for the first time and seeing him lying there on the floor beside your cage, his eyes bright with worry, his heart beating as though it was in your own ears. His scent had always stuck with you.

He shifted, bringing his face to bury in your hair as he held you closer. Each breath he took was laboured. A soft rumble on the end sent shivers through your body and a whine whispered from your throat.

“Hvitserk…?”

“Hmmm?” Running your nose against the warmth of his taught neck had you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Y-you can let me go now,” you breathed, expecting him to release you, but he didn’t. His embrace relaxed, hands travelling up your arms only for one to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, fisting firmly in the strands. His other hand ghosted along your cheek, a gesture he used to do all the time and one, if you were honest, you’d missed. Your own hands clutched the fabric of the towel on his hips, tugging at the material. You hoped the motion would keep your hands busy, no longer focused on diving into his wet hair. If you concentrated hard enough you hoped holding the fabric would keep you from running your hands up his bare chest, or feeling the rippling muscle of his back.

Your composure was slipping. The more the pair of you stayed entwined the harder it became to ignore the way your pheromones weaved together. Hvitserk’s breathing was ragged, his mouth open as he fought with himself not to give in. Your nose trailed along his jawline but he didn’t move. The man was a statue as he let you scent him, daring to hope that the moment he’d been waiting for was finally happening. The moment you realised he was your mate, that he was all you ever needed or wanted in this world. That you belonged with him and no one else.

Rising on tiptoe, you brushed his lips with your own, letting the air pass between you as you both began to drown in each other. Your mind couldn’t concentrate, it couldn’t piece together what had happened downstairs and the information you now had was dulled into insignificance.

“Elskede…” The need and desire that covered that single word had you falling. The door rocked violently in the frame as he eradicated the last gap between you. His entire body was pressed into yours, his lips devastating as he finally claimed you. Relief flooded through you at the sudden contact, the realisation that you didn’t need to hold back with him brought a thrill you hadn’t felt in such a long time.

His lips left a trail of fire down your neck, his hand still fisting in your hair as he pulled it back, putting you in a state of vulnerability and baring your throat to him. But you were putty in his hands, melting into his body, needing to feel him all over your bare skin as you craved more and more of him.

Your hands swept up his back, fingertips dancing over his skin and feeling the way he arched at your touch. His hands left you to rip the flimsy top from your body and you lifted your arms to help him. Your fingers dug into his scalp and he wrapped a strong arm around your waist, hauling you flush against him as your lips met in a clash of teeth and rushed breaths.

The side of yourself you’d kept locked away, the one you’d pushed down and denied ever existed, burst open. Everything you’d ever felt for Hvitserk rushed through your veins like a wildfire, burning until nothing else remained except an animalistic, greedy, hunger that only he could satisfy.

He spun you round, your hands colliding harshly with the door as he pushed your face into the wood. He pressed into you, his arousal evident as he ground his groin against your barely covered ass. Fingers were still tangled in your damp hair, his hand clutching at the back of your throat. His mouth left rough kisses along the line of your shoulders and you whined. Your hand reached round to grab his thigh, dragging him as close as possible, your fingertips digging into the fluffy texture of the towel.

His breath was steaming as it drifted over the line of cooling kisses he’d stamped on you. Your fingers worked the towel and you felt it dislodge from his hips, falling open and slumping to the floor. Now all that was left between your dripping cunt and him was your flimsy underwear.

His hips rocked into you, pressing the head of his cock into the epicentre between your legs, a cry of pure need and want forced its way from your throat and he snarled in your ear.

The next thing you knew your underwear was ripped from your body and his fingers were plunging deep into your cunt. Your arm rose to try and find something to hold onto as the door slammed in the frame.

“Shit…” you panted wildly. “Hvit…!” You could barely string a sentence together as your walls fluttered around his fingers. Your eyes closed, bottom lip dragged into your mouth as you moaned from deep within your chest. His fingers pumped in and out, the lewd sound of your wetness filling the room. The scent and both your arousals ignited something inside you, something primal and dark. Logical thought didn’t exist; all that mattered was finding your blissful release on his hand.

You were almost there, whines gasping from your throat as you clamped down on him, your hips canting to just the right angle when he withdrew completely. His body pressed you forcefully against the door, neither of you caring if anyone could hear you.

“I’m going to lose control,” he rumbled in your ear. His face leaning into you, lips nibbling at your earlobe and his teeth nipped you slightly. “I’m losing control.” You rose onto your toes, feeling the wide head of his cock notch at your soaked entrance and the pair of you froze. You could hear the unevenness of his breath, the sudden quiver of his body as he tried not to push any further inside you.

But he was right there and the ache in your lower belly was too intense to ignore. The air singed your lungs, a burn you wanted all over your body. Pushing back you made the decision for you both and a ragged groan left him as the head of his cock slipped between your dripping folds.

The tension between you snapped, his hips rocked up into you making you gasp loudly. His teeth found purchase on the slope of your shoulder, an arm circling your waist to hold you steady. Your face contorted in pleasure, jaw going slack and your eyes rolled as he pulled out only to rut forcefully back into you. The ache became almost unbearable as his thick cock stretched you wide open, your walls trembling from the fullness. It was almost abusive but nothing you couldn’t handle.

Once again you were on the precipice of something catastrophic when he pulled completely out of you. Growling in frustration you punched the door ignoring the way the wood splintered under your hand when he yanked you towards the bed. You allowed yourself to fall face first onto the covers feeling his hands manipulate your hips into the perfect position.

He didn’t waste anymore time, covering your body and plunging himself back into your waiting cunt. An obscene noise left you as he filled you in one stroke only to set a relentless pace that you were sure was going to send you into the stratosphere.

One hand was on your hip, the other snaked up your spine to wind in your hair, tugging your head off the covers. There was nothing you could do, you were completely at Hvitserk’s mercy but you didn’t want it any other way. Your body cried out for some relief, legs shaking against the bed and you squeezed your eyes shut bracing yourself for what was to come.

But he pulled himself free of you again.

“I swear to the gods, Hvitserk…” you half screamed in frustration. He flipped you on to your back. Tossing the drift of hair out of his sweaty face as he grabbed your leg.

“What you gonna swear, skat?” he breathed, his hazel eyes roaming over your heaving body only to settle on how open you were for him. You glared at him, wanting to hate the cocky grin that started in his eyes and manifested around his kiss torn lips.

Your back arched when he ran his wet cock down the slit of your cunt, dipping it back inside and making you flutter around him again. Hvitserk wrapped a hand around your calf, holding your leg against his chest as he worked his hips. You met him stroke for stroke, your mind shattering at the new position and the explosion of pleasure that began to build to new heights. He leaned forward slightly making your breath snatch in your chest. His other hand drifted up your abdomen, fingers squeezing as they went, plucking your nipples briefly before sliding up the side of your neck. You watched him lick the corner of his lips just as his fingers found their way into the velvety cavern of your mouth. Your lips closed around the digits and he let out a tense breath he’d been holding. His whole body was rocking into you, jolting you up the bed but his eyes were focussed on your mouth ravishing his fingers.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “You’re mine.”

You watched the orange of his wolf flare in his eyes as he claimed you, his cock throbbing inside you at the spoken possession. “You’re all mine,” he said more to himself than you as your head rolled on the covers. Fingers desperately clutching at the material that rucked up around you as he continued his punishing pace.

“Tell me what you want, min lille tæve.” His fingers left your mouth and you gulped down some air that was filled with the scent of him. It was addictive, the way he filled every part of your body and possessed even the darkest corners of yourself.

“You, I want you—to make me cum.” He dropped your leg at the urgency of your words; leading with his lips he lustfully collided with you. It was fierce, the searing quality of his passion nearly made you tip over the edge right there. His tongue dipped into your mouth, his cock nudging that sensitive area at the front of your walls that had you moaning into his mouth.

He rutted relentlessly into you, his hand reaching up to grab your chin so he could make you look at him. You could feel the edges of your orgasm as he stroked it into existence. His pace became sloppy, his thrusts faltering and he rested his forehead against yours, panting all over your face as you breathed in each other’s debauched moans.

Your legs curled over his hips, pulling him deeper into you as your body finally came undone beneath him. Biting into his shoulder you hoped it muffled your carnal cries but he was louder than you, a firm curse spilling from his mouth as his cock throbbed against your trembling walls. He flexed against the sensation of your nails dragging down his back, one last firm push into your clenching cunt and he unravelled. It felt like you were floating in a pool of heat as pleasure flooded your body, contouring your toes and splintering your vision.

He continued to press gently into you, still dripping inside you until your jaw finally released the grip on his shoulder. Your muscles relaxed, a rich satiated feeling bogged you down and you smiled, accepting the clumsy kiss he planted on your mouth. He gathered you up, holding your body close in an embrace that was so intimate it made your heart hurt. His own was loud, thundering between you both as he tried to catch his breath.

Now, you didn’t know what to do. Your mind was free of the lustful haze and realisation crept up your spine like icy fingers. Tapping his shoulder you shifted, uncaging yourself with a mumbled excuse you had to go to the bathroom. He said your name but you didn’t stop, firmly shutting the door behind you only to lean against it with a sigh.

You could hear him getting off the bed. His footsteps approached the door but he didn’t knock. You imagined him on the other side, matching your posture as he clenched his fist and imitated knocking. The guilt was curling round in your gut, squeezing your thighs together you winced at the tenderness you felt.

“We should talk about this,” Hvitserk spoke through the door and you cursed your heightened senses. “I can go…”

“No.” The word sprung free before you could think about a proper. Grabbing the robe off the back of the door, quickly wrapping it round you so you could crack open the door.

“Are you sure? Because I can.” He’d thankfully wrapped the towel back around him in an effort to cover himself up. His gaze darted to meet yours briefly before he was tracing the line of the doorframe. Running a hand through his tousled locks you could see he didn’t really know what to do with himself which made the guilt claw at your gut even harder.

“We should sleep,” you told him softly, opening the door wider and slipping back into the bedroom.

“Both of us? Here?” You didn’t miss the gentle upflick in his tone as it rang with hopefulness.

“Are you getting in or what?” Diving under the covers still in your robe it all felt slightly awkward. He stiffly got in next to you, sitting up against the headboard like he hadn’t just had you all over this bed with no hesitation.

“Lay down, you're making me nervous.”

He shunted down, making himself comfortable throwing an arm behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. You did the same, clutching the fabric of your robe and nibbling at your bottom lip as you battled with yourself for a moment. When you finally made the decision you slid across the bed, rolling to curl into his side and resting your face on his chest. At first he didn’t move but then his arm tentatively reached around you, fingers tapping your shoulder lightly until they settled comfortably. Forcing your eyes closed you eventually drifted into long awaited sleep.

It was dark and cold. Not a sensation you were all too familiar with but the breeze that swept through the open window had the hair on your body stand on end. Getting up you went to close it but you saw a hooded shadow on the lawn. It looked like a person just standing there, but no scent was carried on the breeze.

“Hvitserk…?” Glancing over your shoulder you looked at him sprawled on his front, an arm and a leg hanging over the edge but his heart rate was slow. Almost too slow. The window moved, forcing your arm to bend as it slammed the window shut and you gasped in shock, noticing the figure on the lawn was gone. “Hvitserk!” His skin felt cooler than normal and he wouldn’t wake, even when you shoved him onto his back he didn’t respond. Shoving some clothes on you ran down the steps to check on Floki, finding him in the same state as Hvitserk. Cool to the touch and unresponsive.

You told yourself not to panic as you made your way silently through the house. It had the eerie feel of a nightmare. Nothing was out of place, there was no one else here and yet all your senses were telling you this was wrong.

Creeping through to the kitchen it felt like your skin left your body when the back door creaked open. At first you imagined Ragnar or Halfdan were coming in but all you could smell was outside. Your wolf was on alert, the desire to shift had your fingers flexing but you thought it was better to face this as human. Stepping outside you clocked the hooded shadow by the tree line, still no scent on the breeze that blew into your face and you looked around for others as you walked down from the patio.

“Hello?” You didn’t expect a reply.

Hunulv…

Your hackles rose at the light voice as it whispered through the trees. Suddenly the darkness seemed more foreboding than ever before and you almost laughed hysterically. You were the beast out in the wild, what did you have to be frightened of? You were a figment of people's nightmares, a creature of shadows and grimm fairy tales. You were dangerous, strong, fast, all the things that humans were not.

The silhouette stood stock still as you approached, the wind whipping around you tearing at your clothes as the leaves rustled loudly.

“Who are you?” The wind snatched your voice and you almost choked from the momentary lack of air but still the figure did nothing. It was just a dark void in your senses, your eyes could only see black with no detail, your nose was blind and you finally started to accept this wasn’t normal.

Hunulv…

You stopped at least ten paces away, squinting as you tried to get a read on the figure and noticing for the first time it wasn’t affected by the wind as it raced past you once more almost making you stumble. Holding your arms up you tried to shield your eyes but it was nearly strong enough to push you over.

Looking up when the wind died down for a moment you saw the figure was now right before you. Something told you to run, to run and never look back but it felt like your feet were rooted to the spot. Looking down you could see the grass growing over your bare feet, the blades sharp and torturous as they covered your skin and a high pitched scream sounded in your ears. Slowly the figure reached for you, a black hand detaching only to cover your eyes and you knew no more.

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