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[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Three

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

Word count: 1482

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

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

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

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

“Why did she talk to you and not us?”

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

“So how does a lighter work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…”

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lisinfleur]

Justice - Part II

Author’s Notes | I had someone requesting me a part II for this fiction, however, due to the many things that my computer passed through these times, I unfortunately lost the print of this request. So, I made a generic part II, waiting that my requester will come back and tell me what he/she wanted! Feel free to request me more of this, sweet anon of mine! Or anyone who wants!

Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Servant! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon, part II for this fiction Words | 1163 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, alcohol abuse.

Justice was done.

Yet, your master's heart was destroyed. You could feel it in the tight way he held the horse reins or clenched his jaw behind you during the whole way he made at a slow pace from his house to the Great Hall. You could see it in the few times he released the reins to wipe his face from the silent tears you knew he cried all the way back to what was his former home, from when he was single.

You remember you served him and your ex-mistress in that place sometimes when he came to see his brothers.

"Bring me some mead," he ordered putting his sword over the table and sitting down on a chair. You softly placed his cloak near him and searched for the amphorae to bring him a cup of mead, but instead of letting you take the amphora with you, he stopped your hands, holding it with him.

At the first one he drunk dry, you thought he would be mourning for a time... But after the fifth, he was drunk already. And angry... And full of tears in his eyes.

Your poor master...

"More!"

His orders were starting to ache in your heart. You didn't want to see him like that! Even more for a woman like your former mistress and what she did...

"You're drinking too much..."

"I said more!" he yelled, already clumsy. "You said you wanted to serve me... Now do it! Serve me more mead!"

His hand hit the cup against the table and you noticed what was happening.

He wasn't really there, treating you badly. It was his anger speaking. His heart, hurt... And you stood beside him, decided to help your master to heal.

"And you said I wasn't a slave anymore. I asked to be your servant... Not to keep being a tool. Now, serve you doesn't mean I'll always give you what you want, prince Hvitserk. Sometimes... serving you well means I'll give you what you really need."

He looked at you frowning, ready to fight you, argue, hurt to relieve his aching heart.

"And what you need is not more mead!" you sentenced, pushing the cup away from his hand.

Watching as his anger scaled up and he got up to face you, ready to probably put you away from his table and Hall for that audacity.

But when he got up, you stood forward. And before he could speak, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug that got him fully surprised.

"What... What are you doing, woman?" he asked, completely taken aback.

And you filled his ears with the words you knew he was needing to hear.

"It wasn't your fault. You made no mistake. It was all on her... You gave her more than a woman could ask from the gods. You made her a queen when you, yourself, wasn't a king yet. It was on her, master Hvitserk. You did nothing wrong..."

He had started to struggle on your arms to get free. But your voice stopped his efforts. And you felt his body ceding... His face nestled in your shoulder and you felt the sobs engulfing him; this time, winning him completely.

"I loved her... I loved her so bad!" he mumbled, drunk and defeated, with his face hid against the crook of your neck and his hands embracing your body so tight.

You kept your arms around him, caressing his back and his hair, allowing him to cry everything he needed.

At some point, the two of you sat on the table and he leaned, keeping his face hidden on you.

When his older brother, prince Ubbe, arrived, your master was sleeping with his body nestled on yours, still sitting on that chair, with your hands keeping his sleepiness with small caresses to his hair.

"She was really betraying him, wasn't she?" prince Ubbe asked and you nodded, hearing his sigh. "I'll take him to his room."

Ubbe took Hvitserk's hand around his shoulders and your master woke up dizzy, drunk, mumbling things you couldn't understand. Despite your body was sore from the bad position, you got up, walking with them, preparing the bed when prince Ubbe arrived at the room, helping him to take off Hvitserk's shoes and buckles so he could sleep comfortably. You looked around searching for more wood to feed the fire in his room and make it warmer and covered your master with a heavier fur for the night would be too cold, you could feel it.

Prince Ubbe observed as you walked around, providing everything his brother could need during the night from ensuring his amphora of water was full for him to drink if necessary to provide clean water for his basin - so he could wash in the morning.

When everything was done, you sighed, observing as Prince Hvitserk was heavy sleeping, snoring and relaxed in his bed. But Prince Ubbe had his arms crossed, looking at you.

"Would you mind telling me who are you, woman?" he asked.

Curiosity pouring abundant in those two blue orbs he had so clear in his face.

"I'm Y/N, master Hvitserk's servant, and former slave," you answered, readily, causing Ubbe to curve his lips.

"I see you're a good one. It seems you know my brother like the palm of your hand..." he commented.

"I used to serve the couple's room, my lord. I was a gift from him to his ex-wife. He brought me from foreign lands he went for a raid, but my master never treated me bad nor was harsh to me. So, I served him with loyalty and it pains me to see him like this. The mistress didn't deserve his heart and I'll pray the gods he can find someone who does."

Ubbe's smile became a little bit bigger in a way you didn't understand. But he seemed to be happy to see you were there.

"It seems they heard your prayers, sweet Y/N. There is a side room where you can sleep comfortably if you want to stay near him. I'll ask the slaves to prepare it for you. Now take some food and some rest. Your master will wake up with a good hangover tomorrow."

"And if my lord allows me, I would like to leave some tea and herb water prepared at the kitchen for his pains tomorrow," you said, causing Ubbe's face to twist in a gentle expression.

"Do as you need. It is his home now, so you're very welcomed to serve your master the best you know," he said and you bent in a respectful reverence before leaving.

Ubbe stood at the entrance of the room, ordering some slaves of the hall to bring everything you needed to have a comfortable and warm night in the servant side-room of his brother's room.

But something was telling his heart that soon that room would be empty once again...

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[gardenflowerswriting]

Hvitserk in College

A/N Short and I wrote it a while ago meaning to make it longer but never did. I’m not tagging anyone, because I can’t be bothered to try and look at the list. <3 enjoy gif: dangerousvikings

You tapped your pen rapidly against the white lined paper. Your eyes scanning over the large book in front of you, in short, Women Hero's of the Revolution, the thrilling tales of 20 different women who risked their own lives for the sake of their country. It was an amazing book, but you couldn't deny feeling a hint of jealousy to see the sacrifices women made as you sit in your university library, with a 'full-ride' from your parents, if you got all A's. The one problem with getting all A's was the distraction that seemed to always sit at your feet. Your loving, amazing, so sweet and kind boyfriend, Hvitserk.

He was always with you though, and it seemed the library was the only place you could be free of him, so your thought.

As you neared the end of the story about Molly Pitcher, you jumped when a voice spoke into your left ear, "whatcha doing?"

Your eyes widened as you turned to see who stood behind your, "oh god!" Your eyes rested on the short hair of Hvitserk, "it's you!"

He smiled, sitting in the empty seat across from you, "of course it's me, I thought we were getting dinner?"

You frowned, "what time is it?"

He looked down at the sleek black watch, "6:00 o'clock."

Your hands moved through your hair, and you let out a grumbling sound, "I'm sorry babe, I forgot. It's just- this dumb project I have to do."

He frowned, sliding the book away from you to read the front, "women in the American Revolution? what class is this for?"

You glared up at him, sliding the book back toward you, "history, but because I want an American history major, Professor Rollo wants us to center it around our majors, rather any piece in history."

"When's it due?"

You bit your cheek, "tomorrow?" Procrastination was another distraction that stood by your feet.

He frowned, "so you're gonna sit in this boring library all night?" You didn't answer, "Y/N come on, my uncles the professor," his hand went to your knee under the table, "I'm sure I could get you another day."

You crossed your legs, making his hand fall absent, "Hvitserk I'm not gonna cheat."

"It's not cheating! It's using your resources," he scooted to the seat next to you, rather across from you.

You glared at him, crossing your arms, "yeah, the resource of cheating."

He smiled, his hand reaching for your thigh again. Though your skin was covered with your leggings, you could feel the warmth his hands carried, "Come on," he pouted, "I could help."

You rolled your eyes when you felt his hand creep further down to the inner part of your thigh. You sighed, "let's go"

He smiled, knowing he won you over, “well come in Princess.”

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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You're listening to the chattering between Aslaug and Helga, looking at pieces of jewelry at the market place. You say something every now and then, but you can't shake away Ivar's stare. On the last days, two weeks or so, he's right there, sitting across from you on every meal, eyes burning through you. Hvitserk said he's studying you, still expecting you to snap, to decide you had enough of all this and want to go back home. To Wessex, where your older brother now rules. And Ragnar already said he'd take you back if you wanted, so there's that.

But leaving Kattegat hasn't even crossed your mind, not before and not now. How could you trade all you have here, and slide back into the invisible chains you had on? It wouldn't be just stupid, it would be the death of you. You're finally understanding who you are, the things you like, the kind of people you like. In England, you had to play a specific role, because everything was political. Here, you're just who you are. And you do what you want to do. This is true freedom.

“I really like this one,” Helga says, as your eyes wander through the many rings, earrings, and necklaces. “I'd like those two as well.” She continues as you pace around, further away from both women, turning the corner and then walking to another store. The pieces they have here are all made of metal, delicately bent into beautiful shapes. You caress a bracelet with the tip of your fingers, wondering if it'd look good on you.

“Don't waste your time with these cheap things.” The voice, that you now recognize immediately, makes you turn around. Ivar comes from among the people, only stopping when he's standing next to you.

But despite his attention being on the jewelry, your eyes are on him. “You're tall.” It comes out suddenly, because he never stood beside you like this, so you couldn't have noticed.

“Well, you're tiny.” Ivar glances at you, playing with one of the rings. “Anyway, you shouldn't be looking at these things. They won't suit you very well.”

Giving the old man an apologetic look, you randomly pick a bracelet. You don't get why Ivar is being rude, but, judging by what Hvitserk had told you, his brother isn't one to hold back. He says what he thinks, it doesn't matter how mean it may sound to others. You're still trying to figure out if this level of brutal honesty is good or bad. “I really like this one.” Searching on the small bag attached to your dress, you take four coins, way more than what the bracelet is worth, handing it over to the man and putting the bracelet on. The silver color is beautiful, and the drawings carved on it remind you of the pattern you saw on one of the boats that brought you here.

Ivar rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, sighing. “You are such a kind princess.” Dropping the ring, he starts walking side by side with you when you set in motion through the market. You weren't expecting that.

“King Ecbert was king of Wessex. This isn't Wessex.”

“(Y/N)! Wait for us.” Aslaug calls and you stop, giving her a look and a nod before turning to face Ivar, who towers over you.

“Therefore, I'm not a princess anymore.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a small smile.

“That's a shame, isn't it?” He lowers his voice, leaning closer.

“Not really.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give a little step back, putting a strand of hair behind your ears before giving him a little wave, walking back to where both women are.

After they're done shopping, as you walk back home, the clouds push themselves apart just enough for the sunlight to appear. That makes you stop, taking in the warmth on your skin, but it soon disappears.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Hvitserk calls, coming from the beach with his father, Ubbe and Bjorn, who's walking behind them. “We're going to meet some traders. Wanna come?”

“Why not?” You mumble, elbowing Hvitserk when he's close enough.

“Go put on some pants then. We're riding there.”

“Oh.” It's so absurd it's stupid, how you can't seem to do the simple things people know by heart here. “I'm not very good at riding.” Whispering, you tell him, not wanting anyone else to listen.

“I'll help you out.” He nods, tilting his head to where Bjorn is. “Without cracking your head open in the process.”

Smiling you nod before heading inside to change out of the dress. You're just about to head out when Aslaug tells you to grab a cloak in case it rains later, so you have to make another trip to your room. But soon enough you meet Hvitserk and the others again, reading the horses.

“Which one is mine?”

“Over here.” Hviserk guides to a beautiful white horse. “Give me your leg.” He says, and for a moment you furrow your eyebrows, but soon enough you understand what he means. Raising your leg, Hvitserk grabs your calf and you push yourself up, successfully mounting on the horse with his help. It feels funny to be this tall. You have ridden before, but most of the time you used a carriage. There was no need for a princess to ride on the back of a horse at Wessex. It's wild though, and you've grown to love wild things. “Keep your feet like this on the stirrups at all times. Don't put of your feet all the way in or it might get stuck if you fall. If you touch her with your ankles, she'll move forward. Pull the halters and she'll stop. The same thing goes to pull her left or right, but since we'll ride together she'll just follow the other horses.”

“Got it.”

“Your ass might hurt at the end of the day, so be prepared.” He warns before jumping to the back of his horse. “If it'll help you feel more steady, you can hold on the saddle, but trust me, you'll get the hang of it once you lose the fear of falling.”

“Have you ever fallen from a horse before?” As you speak, the small group starts moving, and your mare does the same, keeping their pace, slow at first until everyone starts galloping, and all air leaves your lungs. You hold tightly to the saddle, scared at first, but you remember what Hvitserk just told you. If you let the fear of falling win, you'll never learn to ride properly, and you'll never enjoy it. Slowly, you let go of the saddle, holding only on the halters, making sure it's loose so she'll feel free to run.

And the sensation is amazing. The wind makes your hair whip your face over and over, and you lightly shake your head to get rid of it. Glancing at Hvitserk, you mirror his position, a smile creeping over your lips. The landscape, green, blue, and gray, passes by in a blur, and you try to take it all in. It's beautiful, breathtaking. Almost literally, because when you finally stop, you're struggling to catch your breath.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” You answer, and Hvitserk nods before moving to stand next to his father and brother. You see a small troop approaching, riding up the hill.

“You're quite good at this,” Bjorn says, guiding his horse away from his siblings and near you. “A few more lessons you'll be riding like a true Viking.”

“I really like it. Its... Thrilling.” You're finally calming down, and your thighs ache a little bit.

“Wanna see the traders coming?” Turning his horse around, he gestures at a cliff, not too many miles away. “We could go up there, it'll give us a nice view.”

“Isn't it a little high?”

“The horses are used to it. C'mon.” Without waiting for your answer, he starts galloping away.

Glancing at Hvitserk, you hold the halter tightly to keep the mare from moving. “You think I should?”

“Sure, it has a nice view. But if you feel like the trail there is too much you come back here, alright? The horses are used to it but you're not.”

“Alright.” Touching the mare with your ankles, you loose the halter and she immediately moves, following Bjorn's horse. It doesn't take much until you're deep inside the woods, the horses now trotting. Bjorn keeps silent, giving you a few glances since you're slightly behind him.

“That way.” He says, and you just let your ride follow his. The smooth ground soon starts changing, with more rocks, and becomes unravel. When you see a steep slope, with apparently nothing to hold on to, you pull the halters, making the mare stop.

“I think it's too craggy.” You speak up, getting Bjorn's attention. “I don't want to fall on my first try.”

“She's used to this kind of inclination. You'll be fine.”

Considering it and also what Hvitserk said, you decide to leave the cliff viewing for another day, when you feel more secure on the horse. “I think I'll pass, Bjorn. Maybe another cliff where I can go on foot.”

“Don't be a pussy. It's not that craggy.” Then, he kicks his horse hard and it sets in motion. It doesn't surprise you, but when the mare moves as well, following him, you're startled, and in the sudden change, you let the halter fall.

Holding on the sell, you can only watch as Bjorn's horse easily climbs the slope, at a fast pace, and yours do the same. But when it suddenly turns left, around a huge rock, you lose your balance, and since there's nothing to hold on to, both your feet escape the stirrups, and you're pulled to the ground hard. Losing your breath, a sting on your ankle makes you yelp as you roll down the slope, only stopping once the ground is flat again. Rolling on your back, you take deep breaths, trying not to move the left leg since the pain is spreading through your foot and calf. “Damn it!” You exclaim, removing the hair from your face.

“(Y/N)!” It takes only a few seconds until you see Bjorn kneeling by your side. “Are you alright?”

“I just fell from a horse and rolled down a hill!” You speak fast, the pain on your back making itself aware. “Of course I'm not fine!”

“Let me take you–” He says as he starts to pull you up.

“No.” You cut him off, slapping his hands away. Bjorn has done enough for today. If he wasn't trying to be a freaking show-off, this wouldn't have happened. “Go get–”

“(Y/N)?” You hear his voice and breathes out relief. “I heard a yell.”

“Over here. Lying on the ground.” Annoyed, you cover your eyes with both hands. “Can you please see if my ankle is broken?”

“What happened?” He asks in a low voice, and you uncover your eyes to see him jumping to the ground, kneeling next to your stretched out leg.

“Bjorn made his horse bolt up the slope and mine followed.” You explain, giving him a hard glance, groaning when Hvitserk lifts your leg to remove your boot. “Easy there!”

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “But calm down, it's not broken, just sprained.”

“Shit.” Taking a deep breath, you sit up taking off the other boot as well and throwing it at Bjorn. “You can't keep yourself from getting me hurt, can you?”

“Me? Everything you had to do was hold on. The horse–”

“I'm not a Viking!” Bursting out, you look up at him. “I'm not some shieldmaiden, I'm still trying to fit in here and learn things. You can't expect me to follow your pace.”

“I just–”

“Bjorn, you should get back. Help father with the traders, I'll take her back to Kattegat.” Hvitserk interrupts him, and Bjorn leaves after a grunt, saying something you couldn't understand.

“And he thinks he has the right to be pissed!” Lying back down, you groan. “I think this is a sign to stay away from him. Every time he's in the situation, I get hurt.”

“Alright, c'mon.” Hvitserk pulls your arm until you're seated again. “You need to put some ice on this ankle, let's go.” Hvitserk takes your mare first, tying her up with his horse before mounting and pulling you up to ride with him.

Despite the slow pace he keeps, your back still hurts. Resting your head on his back, you sigh. “Why are you so quiet?” You ask after a while.

“I'm thinking about the right words to tell this to mother. She won't be happy.” He answers, a hand resting on his thigh as the other holds the halter. “She's not very fond of Bjorn already.”

“It was partially my fault too, I think. I let the halter slip and had nothing to hold on to.”

“You're know Bjorn likes you, right?” Hvitserk suddenly says, and you pinch your eyebrows together. This thought hasn't crossed your mind. “That's probably why he did that. That's how he... Gets a woman's attention.”

“Would you do the kindness of telling him it's not working?” Muttering, you rest both your arms on his back folding them as if his shoulders were a table. “Actually, I've been meaning to tell you... I met Ivar at the market place today.”

“...And?” He asks after a few seconds of silence.

“Nothing, just... It was nothing, really.” It's hard to understand exactly what you want to tell Hvitserk. You just can't seem to put your feelings or thoughts together. “I was looking at these things and he said they wouldn't suit me.” Stretching out your arm, you show him the bracelet. “I bought this there.”

“That's nice. But cheap.” Rolling your eyes, you remember Ivar said pretty much the same thing.

“He also said I'm kind. But that was probably in a mocking tone, so...” You get into Kattegat, and Hvitserk greets some people. “I don't know.”

“I believe it's safe to assume Ivar doesn't hate you.” Hvitserk slows down the horse when a group of kids run by. “If he did, he wouldn't put himself on your way like that... Or look at you the way he does.”

“And how does he look at me?” The words come out slowly because you're not sure if you want to know.

“The only thing I can say for sure is that he never looked at a woman like that.” You finally get to Ragnar's house, and Hvitserk asks a man to help you down. Once you're safe on the ground, he jumps off, telling the man to take the horses. “And I mean it in a good way.”

He puts a hand around your waist, helping as you jump on the right foot until the table in the main hall. “Do you think he–”

“What happened this time?” Aslaug asks, her voice already giving out that she's not happy.

“Twisted ankle. She fell from the horse.”

“Take her to her room, Hvitserk.” The Queen mutters, saying something to the girls who were following her. “And carry her this time if that isn't too much to ask.”

“Alright.” He replies, picking you up with a hand on the small of your back and another under your legs, quickly finding the way to your chambers.

Giggling, you give him a look “I love when your mother–”

“Careful with the teasing this time. I might just drop you to the floor and I don't care if your a princess who fell off a horse.” The fake angry tone makes you laugh again.

“My bad, Prince Hvitserk.” You snap back, rolling your eyes.

Aslaug has her maids help you bathe first, cleaning the dirt that is attached to your face and hair before lying you on the bed again and applying a piece of fabric with cold water on your ankle, keeping it elevated with some pillows. She isn't happy to know the whole story, despite you assuring her it's alright now. You could've died, she said, breaking your neck. But it's useless to worry about what could've happened. The best thing to do now is to focus on the ankle, which she said will be better in a few days, and let the whole incident go.

Later that night, you give little jumps to the main hall to eat something. It's just Ubbe and Bjorn, seated on a table at the corner. Nodding at them, not wanting to chat with Bjorn at the moment, you sit at the edge of the table in the middle, your back turned at both men, taking the jar and pouring yourself something to drink.

“How's your ankle?” Ubbe asks, and you look over your shoulder.

“It's fine. I'll be able to walk normally in a few days. But my back still hurts.” Completely ignoring Bjorn's existence, you turn away from them again.

Drumming your fingers on the table, you wait for the Queen's maids to bring your meal. When you feel someone moving behind your back, you assume it's them, and place your cup further away to open some space. But instead of the bowl with rabbit stew, a necklace is put down before you. And it's absolutely beautiful, with three blue stones surrounded by a golden metal, delicately molded around it. It's different from anything you've ever seen in Wessex. Taking it in your hands, you see Ivar dropping to the seat next to you, and you turn to look at him.

“What is it?” You ask, unable to hide the smile that comes to your lips.

“A necklace.” He simply says, and you roll your eyes at his tone. What a way to ruin the mood.

“Yeah, I noticed.” The smile slowly drops as your eyes go back to the piece, fingertips caressing one of the stones.

“This was made for a princess. Not those cheap things.” He gestures at your bracelet, and you giggle.

“Well, this is absolutely beautiful.” Glancing at him, you find he was already staring. “Is it for me?” You inquire in a lower voice, not wanting to make any assumptions that might embarrass you.

Ivar nods, lightly pushing your shoulder. “Turn around. Let me put it on.”

Doing as he says, you turn your back at him. Ivar takes the necklace and places it around your neck, and you hold your hair up so he can close it on the back. Once he's done, you let the hair fall before turning to face him, folding your left leg and carefully laying the wounded ankle on the bench between you and Ivar. “How does it look?”

You wait for an answer, but it doesn't come. Ivar's eyes were fixed on the necklace, but slowly, they come to meet yours. Tilting your head to the side a little, you feel heat spreading through your cheeks.

Shaking your head lightly and looking down, you take a deep breath. “Have you heard that I fell from a horse this afternoon?” You're glad you got your brain to function, changing the subject. “Twisted my ankle.”

Ivar's stare falls to your bare feet on the bench, the skirt of your dress pulled up to your knee. “Mother told me it was someone else's doing.” As he speaks, Ivar gives an angry stare at where his two brothers are, and it's obvious who he's looking at. “But I think you'll survive.” You feel his fingers caressing your skin, from your knee and down through your calf, so softly you wonder if he's really touching you.

“I will.” You assure him, biting back a smile.

“Ivar,” Ragnar calls, and it does take a while until you both look at where he's standing, near the thrones. “Your mother wants to speak with you.”

“What now?” He asks, annoyed.

“I don't know. Go ask her.” And he disappears.

“Guess I'll have to go.” He glances at you, grabbing the clutch.

But before he can push himself up, you grab his arm. Perhaps you shouldn't do it. Perhaps this whole thing is just some kind of joke he's pulling on you, but still, the necklace is beautiful and he was... Kind. So you lean closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the gift. It's very beautiful.”

Ivar is frozen, even after you let go of his arm. He stands there, blue eyes locked on yours. Slowly, painfully slow, a smile comes to his lips. And it feels different. True, genuine. “You're welcome, princess.” He whispers before pushing himself up to his feet and walking away.

You're still a little dazed when the rabbit stew comes, and you can do nothing but play with the spoon. But heavy footsteps get your attention, and when you look at your side, you catch a glimpse of a very angry Bjorn disappearing inside.

He saw everything. And it takes you by surprise to notice that, the moment you laid eyes on Ivar, you immediately forgot Bjorn and Ubbe were here. Everything just... Faded away, and there was nothing else, just you and him. And this is not the first time it happens.

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[vikingsagine]

My Loyalty Is Yours (Ivar x Reader)

Hey, this one. I like it but its kinda long. Don’t know how long it is. but yerp. Love my cripple God Ivar the Boneless, kind of miss his ruthless behavior. Miss that psycho tang he had in season 5. Can’t wait for the finale. (Admire my beautiful crazy baby)

Summary : Reader is interrogated by Bjorn to why you were imprisoned instead of fighting for Ivar, the man you dedicated your life to. You are his right hand, his most trusted and most loyal.

Warning: Violence. Mentions of rape. Pretty sad. Death.

“Why are you still here?” Gruff and tough. You were on your knees, hands tied behind your back, body tattered and bruised from torture. Bjorn sat with pride on the dark throne, carved from maple oak wood, where not too long ago you were standing next to. Not sitting, not below but standing beside. Now, a bloody mess grovelling at the hands of another ruler. “Why were you imprisoned and not fighting for my brother?” He leaned forward, light silver-ish eyes boring into yours with such dominant demeanour, it reminded you of a hunter looking down on its prey.

“It’s good to see you too, Bjorn Ironside.” Your voice was dry from the long days of imprisonment. The lack of food and water and rest. Your lips curved upwards smugly and spat the blood that kissed your teeth. Pushing yourself into a comfortable position, you spread your legs forward and slumped against the man standing behind you. A grunt leaving your lips. “I’m surprised to see you but, somewhat...happy.”

“Enough.” You knew Bjorn Ironside, you knew his brothers, Ubba, Hviserk, Singurd and especially Ivar. After the disappearance of Ragnar Lothbrook, when all the boys were teenagers and older, you made an appearance. In fact, it was exactly in the same predicament you’re in now. On your knees, bleeding and at the mercy of the ruler of Kattegat. “Answer me woman or I swear by the Gods that I will not hesitate to kill you right here, right now.” Bjorn was impatient, his fists clenched and teeth seethed waiting for your response. Your excuse.

“It’s simple, I couldn’t do Ivar’s bidding anymore.” When you arrived in Kattegat many years ago, you had a purpose. A clear and meaningful reason for your living. It was to serve and protect Ivar from everything and anything. All your life before Kattegat and the sons of Ragnar, it was about survival and fulfilling the wishes of the Gods. The visions or dreams of a sort that haunted you every night, led you to Kattegat. “I betrayed him.” The words felt venomous like burning water poured down your throat. You could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood.

“Tch and how do you suppose I should believe what you say?” Bjorn scoffed, intrigued by your honest response. It was a private meeting, with only you, the King of Kattegat, Ubba and his wife and Lagertha. They all stared and listened intently. 

“Bjorn’s right, (Y/N). We all know of your dedication towards my little brother. What reason is there for you to betray him even though, I recall, your purpose was to serve and protect him.” Ubba finally spoke, his striking blue orbs filled with conflict of pain but also righteousness. It wasn’t easy for him to see the girl he once thought as a little sister and a good friend, covered in different wounds that were dripping with blood and crusting from dirt and rotting flesh. You missed Ubba. His gentle and kind heart. You missed having his friendship, the days of endless drinking and dancing and fighting. “Does your loyalty change?”

“Ubba. My sweet and gentle Ubba.” The memory still seemed fresh yet so far away. The days where you’d share stories and laugh over a cup of ale as he tried to flirt with other women and as you watched longingly at Ivar. They were all turned to ash when your swords met during the fight over Kattegat, working alongside Ivar and King Harald and Hvitserk. “I don’t wish you to believe me. That is your own choice and decision, a right I do not own.” Ubba frowned at your answer, not at all proving a reason to keep you alive. “However, I am still loyal to Ivar. I always will be.” Ubba’s jaw clenched, expecting a different response and the hope behind his warm ocean orbs, crushed. 

“I don’t understand. You say you betray Ivar but yet, still loyal to him. That does not make sense.” Torvi spoke up from beside her husband, beautiful blonde hair glowing like pure ember that her murderous and calloused hands betrayed. You knew she was a strong woman and you smiled, happy that Ubba found a great wife and shieldmaiden. 

“I did not betray Ivar the way you think I did.” You remember the exchange, vividly. The night you wanted out. The night you refused Ivar’s wishes. The night he broke your heart. Letting out a long sigh, you closed your eyes and reminisced in the painful memory. All of it came back to you like an arrow diving into your heart. The tears, the emotions, the words, the blood, the action and the choice. “Two moons before the attack, Queen Freydis gave birth to the supposed divine son of God Ivar.” Your voice mocked the word God as if talking to the self-proclaimed man himself. Imagining the scowl crossing his face and then the bitter insult he’d snark back. “The boy, you see, was...different. He wasn’t what Ivar expected. He saw him as himself, crippled and ruined. And so, he ordered me to kill him. To kill his own child.” Your eyes locked with Bjorn’s filled with burning tears and suppressed emotions. “And I did. I left him out in the cold, leaving the crying babe to defend for itself. Left it for a pack of foxes that ended up eating him, but even still, the baby was dead beforehand because it was too cold.” Your voice started to shake, recalling the cries, the innocent shrieks of a pleading and freezing child in the middle of the forest on a sharp winter night. 

“No, no, you didn’t. Y-you couldn’t have. Ivar forced you to, the (Y/N) I knew wouldn’t have done that. She wouldn’t of-.” Ubba intervened, distraught by the news and took a few steps closer to your hunched figure. His eyes pleading for you to be joking as sick as it was, he hoped you were lying, kidding. But you weren’t.

“You’re wrong.” You snapped, aimed your stern glare towards your best friend. “I did Ubba. It may have been Ivar’s wish, but I could have rejected, I could have chosen otherwise. The girl you were once friends with, is long gone.” It was true, all that time you spent with Ivar had changed you. Slowly but surely twisting that once righteous and somewhat innocent soul into nothing but a slave to a monster. A heartless and dutiful dog. You took another deep breath, swallowing the emotions clogged in your throat and returned your famous stoic and expressionless mask. “But after that night, I could no longer do it anymore. I could no longer be that person and I told him, I was done. I was done with killing innocents and slaughtering the people I grew up with. But oh no, it was not a good enough reason. Ivar screamed and yelled and we were like that for a while.”

“Ivar, I’m done.” You uttered barely above a whisper, standing in front of your supposed God with the cold of the night's air still nipping at your cheeks and fingertips. The merciless man froze in his seat, motioning for his men to quiet and turned away from his wife who was clueless by your doings. 

“What did you say?” His tone was gentle and soft but still filled with cruelty and opposing anger. The fire behind his icy blue eyes burned like wildfire. The smile, however fake it may be, was dangerous and deadly. Daring you to speak again. His men soon noticed his change of behaviour and lowered their heads, their flappering mouths came to a pause but their ears burned with curiosity.

“You heard me, I’m done. I cannot do this anymore.” 

“Please, leave us.” Ivar spoke calmly, waiting for his men and wife to leave the room. To leave you two alone to discuss the current matter. It was normal. Mundane for you two to argue about things, his battle tactics, his childish behaviour or your reckless demeanour and your hostile behaviour towards everyone. Soon enough, it was just you and him. 

“I will be leaving Kattegat at first light tomorrow morning. I wanted to tell you this before going and to inform you that Hvitserk is now the leader of your armies before the attack from Bjorn and King Harald.” You stood, waiting for a reply from Ivar. You did not expect him to huff, lean back into his chair and continue eating his meal.

“You can’t.” He hummed, a smile spreading across his lips.

“And why can’t I?” His immature behaviour pushed your buttons. 

“Because I rule over you and you are mine. Bound to me by the fates of the Gods, you say so yourself.” Ivar spoke smugly, happy with himself and thought his reasoning to be perfect and completely reasonable. “Besides, why would you leave? You have everything that you need and could ever want. You have done nothing wrong.” You were left awestruck for a split second. Staring at Ivar like he’d grown two heads. 

“Nothing wrong?” Your voice picked up in disbelief, your voice beginning to falter as your heart pounded and your mind sped up. Flashes of obeying his orders coming to mind. All the deaths, all the screams, all the killing on your hands. “Nothing wrong!? Ivar, I just finished killing your son! Your baby! And you think that is everything I want and need?!” You were glad everyone had left and that the walls were made with solid timber and the clash of thunder and rain roared outside. Ivar snapped his head back, not liking the way you raised your tone at him as if you were superior. 

“Do not talk to me as if I am lesser than you.” Ivar growled and grabbed his crutch to stand up and limped towards your figure draped in leather and cloth. His eyes widened and glared down at you. 

“I am not speaking to you as if you are lesser than me, I am yelling at you because I am angry.” You could feel thick tears burn your placid brown orbs, ready to spill and your throat ready to crack. “I am angry and tired of killing people. That is all I do and see Ivar. Is death. Is blood. All their bodies. People I know, people that have once called me friends, I killed in cold blood. All because of...all because…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, Ivar’s heated gaze trapped on you and breathing in every word you screamed wholeheartedly. 

“All because of what, hmm? All because of what? Go on, finish the sentence. All because of me, right?” His voice seethed, his tone dark and heavy as he leaned in closer to your face so you could hear and feel his wrath through his breathing. “Yes, blame me. Blame me like I forced you to do that. I gave you a choice. Everytime, I told you, you didn’t have to do it. But yet, you accepted. So, this...this isn’t just my fault. This is your doing too. You had a choice to make, to walk with clean hands or to kill for me?” Both Ivar’s hands came around your shoulders, squeezing tight and his nails dug into your clothes. “You think I wanted you to kill my son, huh?! You think I wanted that? No, I did not! But I wasn’t going to have him grow up just like I did. A cripple. A laughingstock for everyone. A reason to pity. A harder life to live.” You stared up at him with shocked facials, staring at the pure and passionate emotions he was displaying. 

“And that gives you the right? That’s supposed to make me feel better. To make me feel like I’m no longer a monster.” You shoved his hands off of you and stomped your feet on the ground. “Everything I have done, I have done for you. I have protected you, killed hundreds for you, lied for you, been raped for you, been defiled and humiliated...for you.” 

“Then why do you stay? I know the Gods do not wish this upon you. So please, do not give me your poor excuse of it being the Gods doing, that I am your fate, your duty, your responsibility. Because I know, there is more to it.” His fists came to your collar and clenched. You could feel your emotions overtake your usual calm and strategic mind, overthrowing all sense out the window and before you know it, you punched him across the face. Striking him down onto the ground with a thud, he growled. 

“Because I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.” Tears were now violently falling from your cheeks as you slumped on the floor, glaring at Ivar - the cripple who stole your heart, silently, slowly but completely. He didn’t say a word, his jaw didn’t shut and his eyes didn’t waver. “All my life, I never knew what family was. I didn’t know what it was like to love. And then I find you and of course, I thought these emotions were the feelings the Gods had put on me, what it was like to actually find their duty and responsibility. But then, I fell in love with you. It was no longer the Gods who kept me by your side, it was my heart.”

The fight still pained you to this day. It was one of your greatest regrets but one of your most needed encounters in your life. You had been sitting in silence for a while now, just staring out to nothing until Bjorn Ironside finally spoke. His patience ran thin and wanted answers. There were visible tears falling from your eyes, stinging your prior wounds across your cheeks but not enough for you to care. 

“Right.” You coughed, clearing your throat in hopes of ridding the obvious hurtful emotions that were on show for everyone to see. “I told him that I...that I loved him and for a long time he didn’t say anything and I left. However, just as I predicted, he sent his men to kill me and proclaimed that I was a murderer, a traitor and a spy working for your armies.” You let out a dry laugh, the betrayal and the disappointment hurting you. It was silly to think that you would expect Ivar to let you leave. It was naive to think that he’d feel the same, that he loved you enough to let you go.  It was stupid enough for you to hope, that the great Ivar the Boneless, would put his paranoia for power and victory to actually let you escape. He was too caught up in the idea that you’d betray him. And in his mind, you wanting to leave was already a betrayal. So, therefore, you did betray him. “And now, here I am, alive to live another day.” 

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[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Ubbe x reader Protecting you

Pairing: Ubbe x reader

Summary: Reader is a slave who has a hard time behaving. An incident at dinner has her scared and running away from Ivar. Ubbe decides to help her.

Warnings: Mentions of slavery, abuse, death, freezing, mild cursing.

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Hey guys! I couldn't sleep so I wrote this instead lol, hope you like it😚

"You should watch what you say y/n, especially in front of Ivar, he can be very cruel" Calise warned as you rolled your eyes for the millionth time.

"How many times do I have to say it Calise?! Just because some foreign bastards stole me from my home and made me a slave doesn't mean I can just accept it. I'm a human being, not property. If one of those bastard brothers tries to hurt me they will be the ones who are sorry" you huffed setting down a large bucket of dish water.

Calise tsked nodding her head, "You won't last long with that attitude... believe me you weren't the first slave to think she wouldn't bend, but these men can be savages and they will not hesitate to beat you into submission.." she sighed when you didnt reply and continued washing silently.

In your mind you were seething. You understood that you couldn't just go around picking fights but you weren't going to be treated like dirt either. Ugh why were the gods punishing you like this?

You decided to try your best at keeping a low profile until a chance of escaping arose. After all if no one noticed you it wouldn't be that difficult to sneak away one night.

Alright brain, are you listening? No more smart mouthed comments. No more under the breath insults. And for the love of gods, no more dirty glares! Let's try to stay alive long enough to escape shall we?

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That night you stood behind the chairs of the royal family as they ate and conversed happily. A rare occasion honestly, it was not often that all the brothers got along this well.

Ubbe was more sensible and to be honest you did not mind him much. Hviserk was for the most part ok, his comments about women sometimes made you clench your teeth. Sigurd wasnt that interesting to be honest, and then there was the devilish one known as Ivar, that one you had to be wary of, you had seen him almost choke to death a servant for spilling soup over him.

Your eyes roamed around the hall. Gods standing around was so boring... the first thing you were gonna do when you escaped was relax in a hot bath and feast on the fattiest foods. None of that leftover meat slop you slaves were fed.

Sometimes when you guys were cleaning up you would sneak some food in your mouth quickly. Calise scolded you everytime but hey, the gods taught not to be wasteful. In your eyes you were doing a good thing.

"Are you deaf slave?" A sudden sharp voice cut into your thoughts.

Shit...

"Sorry, how may I serve you prince Ivar.." you quickly stepped forward.

"My cup is empty" he motioned holding it up mockingly.

This asshole is lucky I don't have my knife anymore...

You quickly filled his cup with ale, a simple task really. No one could've imagined what would happen next.

When you felt a wandering hand over your ass you acted on instinct. No you didnt even stop to think that slapping the craziest man in kattegat was a bad idea.

You stood there eyes wider than saucers. Frozen like a deer as you watched Ivars stunned face turn from the side slowly, a red welt already appearing on his pale skin. Fuck.

You took one giant step back suddenly afraid that he would stab you with a dinner knife right then and there.

"M-my prince, I'm so sorry I did-" you were abruptly cut off when he shot out of his chair, a wild look of murder in his eyes.

Fuck you were done for. Great job you managed to keep yourself in check for like what 7 minutes?!

"Ivar stop!" Aslaug tried to calm him down but he was already out of his chair and limping towards you dangerously. Afraid of him and what he could do you whipped around and darted past a shocked Calise out into the brisk winters air.

You could hear shouting behind you but you were too frightened to stop. Although you probably made it ten times worse by running away. Should you have just stayed and taken the beating?

Surely the brothers or the queen would've intervened before things got too out of hand. You shook your head. Well none of that mattered now, you had to hide before he found you. Gods for a cripple, he sure was fast.

You cursed as another ruthless wind made you shiver. Only a thin dress protected you from the harsh weather. Great instead of being beaten to death you were gonna freeze to death.

Maybe it was better that way.. even if you left kattegat, it's not like you had anywhere else to go. And being captured by bandits on the road didnt seem appealing either. For all your past bravery you were feeling pretty terrified right now.

You hid behind a house taking a deep breath. Ok so you couldn't ask anyone for help for surely they would turn you in. After all no one would risk protecting you for Ivars wrath.

A barn near the house caught your eye, and you immediately snuck through the crack in the door and pulled it shut.

There were some piles of hay, a table for crafting tools of some sort, and above it all was a semi sealed attic.

Seeing no ladder you quickly piled some hay until it was tall enough to climb on. You also pulled as much as you could up with you to cover yourself.

By this point your hands were starting to burn. But you feared going back more than freezing. So you scooched back as far as you could, almost hidden completely and pulled the hay onto your shaking body. It wasn't the furs you slept with but it would have to do.

Wrapping your arms tight you prayed to the gods that you would somehow survive this or at least die a quick death.

At some point the cold turned into burning and then you felt nothing. You couldn't even feel your eyelids as they drooped shut.

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"Ivar calm down, she's new she doesn't know how to be a proper slave yet" Ubbe stood blocking the door. The only thing standing between him and your certain death.

"I agree, she doesn't know, so she must be taught a lesson" Ivar growled and tried to push past his brother once more.

Aslaug gently placed a hand on his back, "Ivar please, she is just a slave, she is not worth it"

Ubbe could tell he was starting to calm down, especially when his mother spoke he always listened.

"Ivar you're right, she does need to learn but please, let me go and deal with her" Ubbe pleaded.

Ivar glared at his brother a few moments before sighing and shoving his arm off.

"Fine, just promise me you wont be too easy on her brother" he grumbled making his way back to the chair.

Ubbe sighed in relief and made his way outside. He started to worry because it was heavily snowing and from what he saw you were only dressed in a thin dress.

He actually had no intention of "dealing with you" as Ivar had demanded. In all honesty he thought you reacted as any insulted girl would. It just so happened because you were a slave it wasnt permitted.

Later on after he found you he would probably have a good laugh about this with his brothers. After all it wasnt everyday someone stood up to Ivar the boneless.

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Ubbe had been searching far into the night now, no one he asked had any clue where the girl was and he was starting to lose hope.

Part of him wanted to give up and warm up by the fire in his house but part of him knew you would die if he did. He was far too kind to let that happen. So with a sigh he rubbed his hands together trying to generate some heat before he set off again.

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Ubbe lightly shook your numb body as he tried his best to bring you to conciousness.

"Wake up, c'mon woman this is not a good place to die" he lightly slapped your cheek.

He clicked his tongue when you didnt even flinch.

He pulled off his outer fur and gently wrapped you in it. Carefully he lifted a hand behind your back and under your knees. Adjusting you until you lay safely in his arms.

He decided to take care of you himself seeing as it was the middle of the night and his house was much closer than the hall. Plus it wasnt a good idea to be around Ivar right now.

He kicked open the door and gently layed you down by the firepit. He got to work lighting it and gathered all the warmest furs he could find.

Once he had you wrapped up in several layers he grabbed a pillow and made himself comfortable beside you. For a moment he just stared at your face, wondering what your name was, where you came from, what you were thinking when you slapped Ivar. The last one made him smile. You were an interesting one indeed.

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Death felt cozy...? It was warm and comforting, like the first day of spring after a long winter.

You felt softness everywhere, like a bunch of tiny kittens were cuddling into you. If this was death, this must of been heaven. The smell of wood was soothing, reminding you of your home and the sounds were peaceful. The crackling, singing of birds, snoring....wait a minute...snoring???

Your eyes flew open as the realization that were in fact very much alive sunk in. You could see a wooden ceiling and tried to sit up but someone had piled what had to have been 1000 furs on you, making you feel like a swaddled baby. A very hot and sweaty baby. You tried to lift them off but your arms felt like jelly.

Ubbe heard the commotion and was awake in an instant.

He almost laughed as he watched you wiggle around like a trapped worm.

"Easy now, you're still recovering" Ubbes unmistakable voice echoed through the room.

You twisted around until your eyes landed on his amused ones.

"Prince Ubbe?" Ok now you were officially confused.

"Here" he scooted closer and started removing a few of the layers. When you moved to sit up he placed a hand on your back supporting you. You nodded a thank you and cleared your throat. It felt dry like you hadn't drank water in days.

As if he read your mind the prince reached over to a table where he poured water from a pitcher into a small cup then handed it to you.

After gulping the whole thing down you suddenly felt very awkward as he was just staring at you.

" Um Prince Ubbe?" You looked up.

"Yes?"

"What am I doing here.." he let out a tiny laugh which only confused you more.

"You mean you don't remember?" He asked smirking.

"Remember? I don't know what you are talk-.......Oh my god I slapped Ivar!!" you shrieked in disbelief as the memories started to piece back together again.

You suddenly felt very unsafe and began scrambling to get up. What if he was waiting for you to get up just so he could torture you.

As soon as you stood up you felt a wave of dizziness pass and found yourself pitching to the side.

"Woah slow down" Ubbe effortlessly caught you and guided you back onto the ground. "You need to rest, your body has been through a lot." Ubbe said with his hands still supporting you.

You were about to protest when he held a finger to your lips, "Shh listen to me, my brother is not going to hurt you I give you my word." He promised pulling away slightly but still staying close.

You visibly relaxed at his words. Out of all the brothers Ubbe did seem the most trustworthy and kind.

"Although he did say that I should teach you a lesson" he meant it as a joke but you tended up immediately, ready to run again. He quickly noticed and shook his head smiling, "Don't worry, I think you almost freezing to death was punishment enough...how do you feel by the way?" He asked with genuine concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine I think...but I still don't understand how I came to be here with you.." all you remembered was crawling into that barn and feeling so tired.

"After you ran out we calmed down my brother and I convinced him to let me handle you. I searched for you a long time before I got lucky and happened to spot you curled up in the corner. You were nearly dead, I didn't waste time and brought you here to my home. I have to say I am quite surprised you are up already considering how unresponsive you were last night."

As he finished speaking you felt suddenly very vulnerable. All your life you had been on your own. You took care of yourself because that was all you knew. And in one night he had cared for you more than your own parents did your childhood. Suddenly you felt bad for every bad thought of him that ever ran through your mind.

"Thank you...you saved my life and somehow saved me from Ivars wrath as well. You must be a magic prince or something, definitely my new favorite" you let out a tired laugh.

His eyes lit up in amusement. You certainly were an interesting one indeed.

"As long as you don't make a habit of slapping princes I promise nothing will happen to you"

You wanted to believe that but you were a slave, anyone on the street could beat you and no one would bat an eye.

"You can't promise that....I mean no offense but I'm a slave, anyone has the right to punish me with the littlest excuse and no one would care.." you were getting angry at the thought of how many slaves you saw get brutally punished for simple mistakes.

Ubbe was quiet for a moment then shrugged his shoulders, "Then I guess I have no choice"

You tilted your head at his non chalant attitude.

"What do you mean?" You questioned.

"I'll just have to make you mine" he said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Make me his? What is he talking about??

"If I convince my mother to give me you as a personal slave I would be able to watch over you. Down the road I would be able to free you and you could still serve and work for me if you wish."

You sat wide eyed at his words, was he being serious right now??

"You want me to be your slave...? And then you would free me..?"

He nodded his head confirming it.

"I've been in need of someone around the house anyway however I'm not looking for someone to force. If you agree, you would work and I would pay you. But you would be free to do as you please. What do you say"

You were stunned, this man had not only saved your life, he protected you, nursed you and now he was giving you your freedom!?

Again your instincts took over and before you knew what you were doing you launched yourself onto his body gripping him in the tightest hug possible.

"I say yes! Thank you my prince!!" You squeezed him still in disbelief.

He was not expecting that and let out a surprised laugh. When you realized what you had just done you shuffled back embarrassed.

"Ubbe, call me Ubbe from now on" he smiled before opening his mouth again, "Now I think I should know the name of the woman I'm going to be spending alot of time with yeah?"

You looked into his eyes and for the first time you felt so hopeful for the future, "Y/n..my name is Y/n".

He smirked and for the first time in your life you felt those tiny fluttering butterflies that all the girls had talked about.

Oh dear so this was what having a crush on someone felt like..

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[waiting4inspiration]

Something Different (Hvitserk x Reader)

Summary: You tell Hvitserk that you want to try something different in your sex life and he takes it the wrong way thinking that it would be best to invite a third person. When you scold him, he comes up with something else that he hopes you might like

Warnings: SMUT, +18 NSFW, this gets really intense, blindfolding, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial

12) “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

Vikings Masterlist

The look of pure rage on your face made Hviserk shrink into himself. Glaring at the thrall in the corner of the room, you stand to the side and point to the door. “Get out before I kill you!” you sneer, making her jump up and rush out the room, leaving you with Hvitserk. Glaring back at him, you fold your arms over your chest and pull your mouth into a thin line. “What the hell were you think?”

He swallows nervously, clearing his throat and taking a hesitant step forward. “You said that you wanted to try something different,” he timidly says, shrugging his shoulder and smirking slightly. 

But the smirk quickly dies as you narrow your eyes at him. “That’s not what I mean and you know it!” you hiss, pointing to the door that the thrall so quickly walked out of. “How dare you presume that I will let you fuck another woman right in front of me,” you bark, walking towards him as he licks his lips trying to hide another smirk. “You should know by now that I won’t share you, Hvitserk,” you snap, glaring up at him when you reach him. 

“Then what is it you want to try?” he questions, reaching out to touch you.

Pulling away from his hand, you walk back towards the door. “You need to figure that out yourself,” you state, opening the door and turning back around to him. “There are many other things than inviting another woman to have sex with you.”

Hvitserk gave you a few days to cool down before attempting to carry out his plan. He thought about what you said and came up with something that he hoped you were talking about.

Waiting for you in the room, he slowly glances up at you with a big smirk on his face. You frown at him as you slowly step closer. “I thought about what you said,” he starts, standing from his seat and stalking towards you. “I’m sorry for assuming you meant…” he stops at the look of anger comes back on your face. 

Holding up his hands, he stands in front of you and smiles proudly down at you. “You came up with something, didn’t you?” you question, knowing that look on his face. 

He leans down, placing his lips on yours as he holds your face in his hands. “Close your eyes and keep them closed,” he orders with a low voice, pulling away from you. 

Following his instructions, you shut your eyes as a smile tugs at your lips. Giving you one last kiss, he completely pulls away from you and you can hear him walk away. Fighting the urge to open your eyes, you can’t help but feel a tingle between your legs as you wonder what he’s going to do next. 

Feeling him walk up behind you, you jump when he places something over your eyes. A piece of cloth. “Relax, love,” he whispers in your ear, tying the cloth behind your head before stepping away. 

When you finally open your eyes, you meet nothing but darkness thanks to the material. Hvitserk traces his finger over your neck as he walks around you, his eyes growing dark with lust when he notices your thighs clenching together. Moving his finger down and over your chest, he slowly begins to untie the laces of your dress. 

Gasping at the feeling of the cold air hitting your breasts, your nipples unintentionally harden when you hear Hvitserk growl as he pushes your dress down, letting it pool around your ankles. You don’t know how close he is to you, but you can feel his breath hitting your skin causing goosebumps to erupt all over your. 

Taking your hand in his, he leads you across the room. The thrill of the unknown makes a knot form in your stomach and your body to tremble as he pushes you down on the furs of the bed. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” he whispers in your ear, making you jump as he cups your sex in his hand. “Something different. Something erotic,” he growls, slipping his finger through your soaking folds. “Look at how you’re dripping and we haven’t even begun.”

You reach out to grab anything. Shoulders, hair, biceps, you don’t care. You have to touch him. He quickly grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head. “Keep them there. Let’s see how long you last without touch me,” he orders, placing his lips around your hard nipple. 

Moaning as he swirls his tongue around it before tugging at it with his teeth, you lift your hips against his hand still stroking at your slit. “Please, Hvitserk,” you whimper out, throwing your head back as you give up trying to see anything out of your blindfold. 

He smiles against you and kisses down your bare skin but stops when he reaches your stomach and completely pulls away from you. Leaving you a panting mess, you strain to listen for any sign of him. 

His rough hands wrap around your thighs to pull them open before he runs his tongue up your slit, lapping up the juices from your aching pussy. “Fuck,” you hiss, catching your hands in each other to stop them from shooting down to the man between your legs. Moaning as he dips his tongue deeper into you, your hips press against his face making his hands run up your thighs to harshly pin your hips to the bed beneath you. 

Taking a hold of your clit between his teeth, he inserts two fingers into your entrance. Your walls clench around his digits and his growl vibrates through your body making a loud moan rip through the air. “Always tastes so good,” he mutters, shooting up to place his lips to yours so that you can taste yourself. “Better than mead.”

You moan in his mouth as his dips his tongue paste your lips, his finger starting to flex into you. “Gods, Hvitserk. You know just want to do to get me to react like this,” you mutter, forgetting about his demand and weaving your fingers through his hair. 

Pulling his fingers out of you when he feels you close to your orgasm, he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. “Looks like I’ll have to keep you in place,” he chuckles, grinding his body against yours and making you moan his name in breathy pleas. “Fuck, if you could see how you look. So vulnerable. And all because of me,” he growls in your ear as you feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance causing you to wonder when he stripped himself of his clothes. 

That thought is quickly thrown away as he starts to push into you. “Maybe I’ll fuck a baby into you,” he moans, dropping his head between your shoulders at the feeling of your tight walls around him. “Fill you with my seed, make you round with my son.”

Oh Gods, the thought has never made you feel more turned on. “Yes, Hvitserk. Fill me,” you moan, lifting your hips to meet his as a signal to move into you. “Fill me with your seed and I’ll give you as many sons as you want.”

He smiles against your neck as he starts to thrust his hips against you, filling you to the hilt and lifting your hips to get a deeper angle. Wrapping your legs around his hips, he rewards your action by placing a rough kiss on your lips. “Your words, my love. Not mine.”

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[dreamwritesimagines]

FOH OWNS MY HEART. SOOO GOOD!!! And I hope you don’t add a hvitserk x reader love triangle into this story :/ I feel like it will ruin all the progress that they’re making. I also feel like yea Ivar is a jerk but why would reader need to run to someone else bc of it w/o saying how she feels? I feel like it would be fitting for reader to sit his ass down and be like “quit being a bitch” than for her to just start an affair with his brother?😂 Not to mention how ivar would literally kill Hviserk😂

That’s a pretty good point love! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Omg “sit his ass down and be like quit being a bitch” I can’t stop laughing! 😂😂 And yesss, Ivar would be FURIOUS, like very, very dangerously furious❤️ ❤️

[lavender-romancer]

Love You

Ubbe Ragnarsson X Reader

You’re married to Ubbe but Ivar keeps trying to make you his 

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Ivar was following you. He kept on crawling after you and at the beginning you’d acknowledge him and talk to him. But now you couldn’t be bothered. You knew he was behind you it you didn’t turn around, as you purposely took the most difficult routes through the forest.

“Y/n, I will just keep on following you.” Ivar laughed, still close behind you.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone Ivar? You know I’m with Ubbe.” You glanced back at him and he smiled.

“Because I want you.” He said simply and you groaned. Catching sight of the Ragnarsson’s training up ahead. “Just in time for a sword fight. Bet you’ll be looking a my skill.”

“I bet I’d beat you. I’ve been to war and fought but you have never been off this island.” You snarled.

“Someone’s a bit angry today!” Ivar announced. “Am I mistaken in asking if it is your time of the month.”

“Go to hell Ivar!” You yelled before walking into the training camp where Hvitserk and Sigurd were sparring and Ubbe had a bow in hand. They stopped as you approached.

“Your woman doesn’t like me Ubbe.” Ivar laughed.

“My Woman has a name.” Ubbe put an arm around you.

“She won’t need one when she’s screaming my name tonight.” Ivar raised his eyebrows and smiled. You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Well, cmon then. Prove your worthy and I’ll be screaming your name tonight Ivar.” You took your sword out of your belt and pointed it at Ivars neck.

“Y/n-” Ubbe protested.

“I’m going to win and if I win you’ll leave me alone.” You looked down at Ivar and Hviserk smirked.

“Get ready to scream.” Ivar pulled himself up onto tree stump and took a sword into his hand. You looked at a concerned Ubbe before standing in front of Ivar with your sword up.

At first contact, the vibration went up your arm and you winced slightly. Ivar twisting his blade so you were closer to him and he smiled. You glared at him and ducked under his blade, setting you free. Sparring with him for a few minutes, you were quite equally matched which seemed to be surprising the Ragnarsson’s.

You pushed Ivars sword up and stepped forward, punching him in the gut. Making Ivar keel over slightly, by he caught you by the waist and pulled you close to him. Putting his sword to your throat. He kissed your neck and laughed.

“You’re no match for me.”

“Yes I am.” You growled, elbowing him in the stomach and turning around, you punched him right in the face. Then under the chin, his head flying backward. Ivar fell back off the tree stump onto the floor. You quickly grabbed his sword and stuck it in the ground. Pressing your blade into his neck as he lay on the floor. Ubbe was smiling broadly whilst Sigurd and Hvitserk were in fits of laughter.

“I win.” You smirked.

“She’s right brother. You need to keep your word.” Ubbe stood next to you and looked down at Ivar. His hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a hug. “Fuck me you had me nervous.” Ubbe laughed.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t win?”

“No, but I thought you were agreeing to scream his name.” He squeezed you.

“Well.” You drew back and loudly moaned- “Oh Ivar!” Hvitserk laughed even louder and Ivar groaned on the floor in embarrassment.

“Only you would do that.” Ubbe kissed your head.

“Well I’m a risk taker.” You said sarcastically and Ubbe rolled his eyes.

“Anyway. Ivar was right about one thing.”

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“You’re my woman.” Ubbe said raising an eyebrow and you hit his arm.

“Careful. Your super strength might break it.” He faked falling backwards.

“Shut up.” You shook your head at him with a smile.

“Come here.” Ubbe said, you walked over to him to the sound of metal clashing as Sigurd and Hvitserk began to spar again. “Your mine and I’ll never let anyone take you away from me. Even my brother.” He looked down at Ivar who was sulking.

“Oh piss off.” Ivar grumbled as he went off into the woods.

“I’ll apologise later.” You put a hand on Ubbe’s neck.

“Why? You won fair and square.”

“I feel bad. He’s younger than me and I don’t want to hurt his feelings, I don’t want him to try to get with me. But, he’s young and all that.” You kissed Ubbe.

“Well I’m younger than you so will you refrain from hurting my feelings?” Ubbe grinned.

“No.” You whispered and he glared at you before pulling your close to him.

“Cheeky bastard.” He muttered as he hit your arse.

“Oi!” You protested but you laughed.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You kissed him.

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[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Two

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

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

Word count: 3026

Part one here

Masterlist Here

Warnings: time travel being possible, getting chased by vikings, imprisonment

The only thing that was stopping you from going insane so far was Ivar. He’d stayed true to his word and brought you bread and meat later that night which you devoured in seconds, suddenly realising how hungry you were. However, he also brought you mead which was a welcome blessing. But Ivar couldn’t leave it there. He had practically a thousand questions.

You did your best to answer them, but you didn’t exactly have all the wars and political events from the early Viking age to your time memorised to be able to answer them. The company however was refreshing. You’d been in this cage for three days now. Well, that’s what he told you anyway.

Ivar had visited you at least three times a day so far. Ubbe stopped by each day, sometimes with either of the other brothers, but always with a small hunk of bread and soup.

“Here,” he told you this morning as he passed it through the bars though this time, he was alone. He sighed as he watched you take it. “Will you tell me your name?” you had yet to speak to any of the other brothers and Ivar was determined to keep your conversations a secret it seems. “Do you understand me?” Ubbe asked as you bit into the bread.

He pointed to himself, “Ubbe,” he said, jabbing his chest. “My name is Ubbe. What is,” he pointed at you, “yours?”

“Ubbe,” you said pointing at him. he looked shocked that you could speak which made it hard for you not to chuckle, but you supposed that wouldn’t please him.

“Yes,” he smiled, pointing at himself again, “Ubbe. You?” he pointed at you again. You finally decided to give in and tell him your name, “What an unusual name,” he murmured before someone began to call for him. Aslaug you thought. She hadn’t visited you once since your last meeting, but you were oddly grateful for that. “I go now,” he said pointing to himself then the door. “You stay here. I will be back,” he went to leave but paused to add, “We don’t want to hurt you, but we can’t let you go. Not just yet,”

As if you could leave, you wanted to say but you bit your tongue. You weren’t sure how much time had passed between Ubbe leaving and Ivar creeping into the room, but you were grateful to see him, nonetheless.

This time he brought you chicken which was a welcomed gift. “How old are you?” he asked as you ate the food. You told him as you finished the meat, sitting the bone in the bowl. You grimaced however as you moved. “Are you okay? did someone hurt you?” he asked, an anger flaring behind his eyes.

You tried to calm it quickly, “No. only Ubbe visits with food but he never stays long. it just hurts sitting still for so long. my back aches,”

Ivar nodded, seemingly processing and debating something in his mind, “I could let you out,” he offered, though quickly adding, “but you cannot leave. If you do, they will find you. but I could let you move around,”

“Really?” you said desperately, clinging to the bars, “Oh Ivar even just 10 minutes to stretch my legs would do me the wonder of good,”

Ivars eyes narrowed for a moment as he eyed you up and down, “I will let you out,” he finally decided, “but don’t be fooled. I may be a cripple, but I am not dumb,”

“Of course, you’re not dumb Ivar,” you said, honestly a bit shocked by how casually he called himself that.

He nodded, cautiously moving to unlatch the cage. You waited until he shuffled back to let yourself out. You sighed as you stood up, stretching and hearing your joints pop as you did so. “That feels amazing,” you sighed, moving your legs around. “Thank you, Ivar,”

When he visited now, he would let you out during it, staying for longer each time so you could relax your legs. Two more days passed before Ragnar would return. The news came while Ivar was visiting you.

“Ivar! Where are you?” you heard Aslaug call out.

“Go!” he whispers yelled at you, urging you to get back in the cage. You did so quickly, shutting the door, “I’ll be back,” he said, rushing to the door to find his mother before she found him.

However, as the door shut behind him you realised. He hadn’t locked it.

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At least an hour had passed, and he still had not returned. The cage lay unlocked. You listened carefully for any noises outside but there was none. Your eyes fell to where your bags sat in the corner. Carefully you opened the cage and crept out.

You padded over to the front door, your legs still feeling stiff as you did so. Pushing it open slightly you peered out. You barely stepped outside as you surveyed the area. You were in a hut on what looked like the near outskirts of town. There were a few other huts around, all bigger than this one, however no one else was here.

Behind you was a forest thick with trees, in front of you was a cliff edge where you could see the classic Viking style boats sailing in. you knew if you went left and followed the path you’d likely end up at the docks or somewhere else populated with Vikings.

You crept back inside and quickly grabbed your bag and opened it. just from going through it quickly you realised it hadn’t been touched. Perhaps they’d been too frightened of what it was to attempt it. you quickly zipped your backpack and put it over your shoulders. You grabbed your guitar bag and put the long strap over your shoulder before creeping back out the hut.

Now that you had stretched your legs there was no way you could go back in that god forsaken cage. Instead, you decided to take the risk and try the forest again. Maybe somehow, you’d trip and hit your head hard enough to snap out of this hellish nightmare.

However, as you went through the woods you realised just how tired your body was from sitting in one position for so long plus the sun was beginning to set. After walking for what you guessed was half an hour you decided to take a break for the night by a small lake you found. You dumped your bags on the ground and sat down on the dirt and sighed a breath of relief. You were free, for now at least.

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Ubbe’s pov.

“It’s a good thing fathers back,” he said to his brother Hvitserk who raised an eyebrow at him, “That girl. We can’t keep her like that much longer,” he sighed as he watched his mother talk with his father presumably about the girl judging by their concerned faces.

“She’ll be fine brother,” Sigurd said, “For all we know she’s a witch,”

“I don’t think she is,” Hvitserk said making them both look at him questioningly, “If she was a witch wouldn’t she have well done something to us by now? Or escaped?”

“You all worry too much,” Ivar sighed, and it was hard for Ubbe not to roll his eyes. A random girl in strange clothing shows up out of nowhere not knowing their language and with some weird bag contraption and of course the youngest brother is not even slightly afraid.

Their debates however were quickly ended when Aslaug walked over, “Go fetch the girl. Bring her our home,” she said, her eyes flicking between Ubbe and Hvitserk, “and be discreet about it,” she added in a whisper, “we do not need these men to worry,”

There was only one slight problem, “Where the fuck is she!?”

“Fuck Sigurd was right!”

Both boys sprinted back to the mass gathering of celebrating raiders bragging to all the women and their panic did not go unnoticed, “Mother,” Hvitserk panted as he reached where she stood with Ragnar and Bjorn, “She’s gone. The girl is gone,”

“Who’s gone?” Bjorn asked, his eyes flicking between the group, “What happened while I was away?”

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Your pov

You sat beside the small fire you’d managed to create and mentally thanked yourself for buying a lighter that day, so you didn’t have to rub sticks together. you had also gone through your back and found some sweets you had bought. However, you only let yourself half a couple to ration them out however you did gulp down the water you had.

Your phone however was still acting up so to entertain yourself you decided to take out your guitar and strum a couple songs quietly, singing under your breath. However even that got boring. Your stomach also began to growl so you decided to eat one of the granola bars you’d pact. Thank god you’d time travelled on a day you’d actually been prepared you laughed to yourself.

Eventually you’d even tried to skip stones to pass the time but that also grew tiresome. Soon you were sat in front of the fire, bored out your mind, flicking your lighter on and off.

Ubbe pov

“We should just grab her,” Sigurd whispered to Ubbe and Hvitserk as the three stared at the girl through the trees.

Ubbe was honestly half disappointed she hadn’t run further away all things considered. However, he was glad to be the one that had found her. “Okay,” he said, nodding his head as he tried to think of the best way to do it since last time you had outrun them for an embarrassingly long time. “On the count of- “

“Wait,” Hvitserk said, flying his arm across his brother’s chest to stop them, “What is she doing?” he said before all three boys jumped back, “Is she holding fire?”

“I think she’s creating it,” Sigurd whispered, his eyes growing wide, “I’m not getting burned to death by a witch!” he whispers yelled at them.

Ubbe felt his blood run cold. “Its okay,” he said quietly, knowing full well it was not okay that their prisoner had escaped and could now control fire, “Sigurd go run and get father and once we have back up, we will grab her. we will stay watch,”

“Can I go instead- “Hvitserk tried to ask but Ubbe shot him a glare. Hvitserk nodded before turning to Sigurd, “Well hurry up then!” he whispers yelled at him before his eyes turned to glue themselves back onto the prisoner who was now turning fire off and on in her hand.

-

Ivar’s pov

He didn’t know what was worse. The fact he’d accidentally let you escape or the fact he didn’t think you would have run. Now he was sat with his father, mother and older brother who know all anxiously waited in the great hall for his other brothers to hopefully return with you.

Bjorn had wanted to send out multiple search parties, but Aslaug had convinced him and Ragnar to try keep this as quiet as possible, so they only told the highest-ranking men. However, that was clearly going to change by the way Sigurd sprinted into the room.

“We found her,” he panted, “but there’s a problem,” he announced which made everyone in the hall stop their chatter.

“Well, what is it?” Bjorn asked, standing from his chair. “What has she done?”

Ragnar had been sat back in his chair the whole time, not fully believing this girl could be some kind of threat. That was until Sigurd spoke, “We found her holding fire,” several gasps came from around the room.

“What do you mean holding fire?” Ragnar asked, sitting up suddenly, “What did you see?”

“She was making fire appear in her hand. We saw it with our own eyes,”

“Where is she? Take me to her,”

-

Your pov

By now it was dark, and the fire was still burning pretty well considering you’d never done one before. you’d decided however to stash the lighter back in your bag since you weren’t going to figure out how to light one from scratch anytime soon. Now you were laying down a foot or so from the fire with your eyes shut.

Even though the whole situation was absolutely terrifying there was something oddly peaceful about this moment. You could hear owls hooting and the wind grazing through the leaves and a crackling fire. It was calm and serene. The only reason you even sat up was to stop yourself from being lulled asleep.

However, as you did you felt your blood run cold at the sight of two Viking men with a sack and a rope creeping towards you. “Fuck!” you tried to scramble to your feet but as you tried to run you felt one grab your wrist and a bag was forced over your head.

You weren’t sure where they were taking you or why they felt the need to tie your hands together in front of you, but you knew one thing. This couldn’t be good.

-

You weren’t sure how far you had walked but you knew your legs hurt and they men forcing you along did not slow down even when you would trip and almost fall. Without a warning the bag was ripped off your head and one of the men grabbed your shoulders tightly to stop you from running.

Your eyes went wide when they met with the bright blue eyes of Ragnar Lothbrok. Surely you had went insane. “Who are you?” he asked, stepping closer to examine you better, “What are you?” he asked as your eyes quickly scanned the room.

It looked like some kind of village hall, and it was filled with the most terrifying looking Vikings you had ever seen in your life. Which to be fair was very few till now. However, your eyes soon caught another blue pairs gaze. “Ivar,” you whispered, “Help me please Ivar tell them I didn’t do anything,” you soon began to beg when you noticed every single man in the room had their hand on the hilt of their weapons.

“How do you know my son?” Ragnar yelled, stepping closer, “Who sent you here?”

“No one I swear I haven’t done anything please,” your voice grew higher, and your eyes looked around the room in a craze. Soon they fell on the other three brothers who were now looking at Ivar with very concerned looks. “You said you didn’t want to hurt me,” you pleaded to Ubbe who’s eyes grew somehow wider than your own.

“I don’t,” he said, stepping forward making Bjorn glare at him. Bjorn, you suddenly realised, as in Bjorn ironside aka someone you really did not want glaring at you right now, “Father please. she hasn’t done anything,”

“She was holding fire,” Bjorn spat at his brother as Ragnar stepped back from you as if in some kind of internal debate.

Your face however scrunched up in confusion, something Ragnar seemed to take note of, “No I wasn’t!” you protested, searching for some kind of explanation when it suddenly clicked, “It was a lighter. I was using a lighter I swear I didn’t hold fire it was just a lighter,”

Silence fell across the room as Ragnar turned to look at you, “What is a lighter?”

You sighed. How the hell where you supposed to explain this without sounding like a witch? “It’s a device where I’m from that produces a flame but that’s all. It isn’t dangerous,”

You weren’t sure if they believed you. Ragnar stepped back to speak to his eldest son who whispered something in his ear while his eyes were fixed on you. Ragnar nodded before stepping forward again, “Show us this ‘lighter’,” he said.

“Its in my bag. I don’t know where it is,” you said just as one of the men behind you shoved the bag into your hands as quickly as possible. You wanted to roll your eyes but decided now wasn’t the best time. you crouched down with the bag and tried to unzip it as quickly as possible with your hands tied together.

Ragnar however took a step away from you as you searched in the bag. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and finally you found it and stood back up. “See?” you said, flicking the flame on making them all jump back. You took your finger off the button so it would go away making them gasp, “Here. You try,” you offered it to Ragnar.

He went to reach for it, ignoring his wives protests as he took the plastic into his hand. “What do I do?” he said, looking the thing over.

“Press that down,” you tried to reach to show him, but he flinched from your touch, “Sorry,” you mumbled.

Ragnar narrowed his eyes at you before turning his attention back to the lighter. He took a deep breath and pushed it down. The flame sparked. The men in the room gasped, Ragnar jumped making the flame disappear, but a smile found its way onto his face. He tried it again, “Did the gods give you it?” Aslaug called over to you.

“No,” you said as you looked to her, now feeling more confident in your speech, “but where I’m from we have lots of things like this,”

“Is it magic?” a random man called out.

“No,” you said as Ragnar continued to play with the lighter before passing it to Bjorn. “I don’t have magic,” you were tempted to point out that magic wasn’t real but at this point who knew what was real, “it’s just science,”

Before anyone could question what that was Ragnar finally decided to speak after Bjorn had just burnt his finger trying to test if the flame was real, “Untie her hands,” he said and another man, Floki you somehow recognised, tried to protest but Ragnar spoke again, “You are no longer our prisoner but a guest. The gods have sent you to us and it is high time we showed you our hospitality,”

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Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

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

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

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

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"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away. 

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face. 

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag. 

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed. 

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you. 

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back. 

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

-

As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

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[lisinfleur]

Raiders

Author’s Notes | Oopsie! I forgot the notes hahaha @allvikingsfanfic thanks for this request babe!!! Hope you enjoy! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age Au, requested by anon for 5CW5   Words | 2484 ⁑ Warnings: None

Things were quite simple for you: to be a prisoner sucks, but less than being the princess of that stupidly small kingdom. It's not like you had waited for any chance of being anything more than a wife, but your father had the worst finger in the Earth to choose you a husband!

Daughter of a lands lord, you thought your father would marry you to someone from the capital, but here he came with the local prince, son of the local king. A narcissist son of a bitch who slept with you once in a lifetime and had the audacity to spat at the breakfast table in the morning after your marriage that you weren't properly educated to please a man.

What he was expecting from a virgin damsel like you? The experience of one of the servants you were tired to see him cheating on you with?

The truth is that it wasn't so unpleasant to see your husband beheaded by that Norseman commander when their army invaded your place. But to be a prisoner wasn't good at all.

You were confined to a cage in a kind of a chariot, under the sun, in the middle of your front-yard, listening to their voices speaking on that foreign language you couldn't understand.

Once, that commander stood in front of your cage, speaking with another man, surely about you. He was handsome, different from the man you had ever known. His hair was cleaner, braided. His clothes were strangely beautiful and his voice sounded different from any other you had ever heard.

But he didn't try to speak to you and they were there around two days now. You saw some of them passing with chests of gold and silver. And one of them even passed carrying your chest with your dresses!

"HEY! THESE ARE MY CLOTHES!!!"

You yelled, but he ignored you completely, taking your dresses away. You sat, unhappy, in a mound of straw near the edge of the cell, but then, that commander came near, throwing some papers on the ground, picking up a torch to start a fire.

You recognized those parchments by the color of the wax seal and the silky ribbon attached to them. It was the property papers and some of them would be able to stick the claim over those lands! What was that idiot doing by burning those papers???

"HEY! STOP IT!! STOP!!"

You started yelling hysterically, trying to get his attention. Perhaps, if you could tell him about the papers and teach him how to use them to keep the lands, he would release you or even give you some fair fate.

You couldn't let him literally burn your chances that way!

"STOP!!!"

The thinnest of your yells finally attracted his attention and he came closer to your cage; his face frowned, bothered by your screams.

"What is this that you don't stop screaming, woman? For the love of Freyja, shut your mouth!" he spat, harshly.

But instead of paying any attention to his rough words, what caught your attention was the language he was using.

Your language...

"Can you understand me? Oh, dear Jesus! You speak my language! You can't burn these parchments! They're important!" you tried explaining, but he frowned even more.

"What are these parchments?" he asked looking at you.

"Documents... Documents that set the land as yours?" you asked back, not really getting he didn't understand what you were talking about.

"I need no documents," he answered, "My land." he pointed down to the ground. "Whoever says it's not my land..."

His hand touched the sword and you understand he would surely kill whoever dared to say it wasn't his land.

Functional. But not practical.

"Why fighting if you can just stick your claim and not be questioned about it? Those papers are given by the king of England and warrant these lands to the man who possesses them. I can show you!" you said, looking at him. "I can teach you how to read them, so you'll see I'm not lying. If you keep those papers, then nobody will be able to take this land from you."

He twisted his face, looking at you.

"Why would you teach me? I'm your enemy."

Logical. Not exactly real.

"Let's say you kinda saved me from a bastard. So... I owe you my freedom. I teach you, you set me free. It seems a good deal, don't you think?"

He wasn't very leaned to take your deal, but he knew his brothers would be pleased to understand the things written on those papers and the Englishmen had tried to negotiate with those papers before... Maybe knowing how to read them wouldn't be something useless after all.

"Fine... You teach me. I set you free. Until then, you're my slave. What is your name, slave?"

Slave...

It was worse than before, but at least there was a good perspective at the end of that way. You chose to keep yourself meek. To lose his trust wouldn't be a good thing.

"I'm Y/N," you answered, seeing when he came near the door of your cell, opening it before wrapping a rope around your wrists. "That's not necessary... I won't flee," you promised.

But yet, he tied the knot.

One step at a time, you thought.

"I'm Hvitserk. And I tell you what's necessary. Now walk, slave."

You couldn't exactly understand why he asked your name if he would keep calling you "slave". But you just followed him, silently, gathering the parchments when he allowed you to come closer, carrying them with your arms tied.

He took you back into the castle and you saw lots of things messed up, but somehow, his men were organizing themselves a good clean space where they could sleep all under the roof.

Hvitserk didn't give you too much time to observe. He took some more parchments from another of his men, preventing him to burn them and walked you into the library, sitting you down on a chair at the bigger table.

"Now, teach me."

So eager!

"Things are not like that, Hvit-ts-serk," You struggled with his name, trying to organize the papers over the table with your hands tied as he was locking the door behind the two of you.

The library was a real mess. Your husband would have a heart attack if he could see his precious parchments and books spread out that careless way.

"Could you please release my hands?"

Hvitserk looked at you with a frowned face and you sighed.

"Look... I'm your slave, right? It means you have the right upon my life. If I try anything stupid like trying to flee or harm against a man that's twice my size, is trained, and carries a sword that's, at least, a thousand times sharper than any of my dangerous needles - with which I had hurt my own fingers thousands of times, by the way - you can please spare me from my life for I'll have proven you that I don't deserve to live over my own stupidity! Come on! What can I do? Kick your leg and try to run ten meters into this heavy dress?"

The frown on his face became lighter and his eyes observed your dress, kinda running your whole body, causing you to blush. In his mind, your math was right: he could cross you with his sword without even have to walk towards you. So, he unsheathed his sword and used it to cut the rope on your wrists you slowly rubbed trying to get rid of the bothering sensation of the sisal.

"Thank you... Now look," you said, placing one of the parchments in front of him "Each one of these drawings is a letter. You must understand each one of them first, then how the combinations of them work in two, then three, then how you can form words with them, and how to put these words together in a sentence. You see, this is a whole sentence," you showed him a group of words from a dot to another. "The document is formed of dozens of sentences gathered together in paragraphs. I won't be able to teach you how to read these documents in a day. It will be a process. That's why I'm telling you this is worth my freedom: I'll be your slave for a while... And after this, you'll be able to read not only these documents but anything wrote by an Englishman."

It was a long and complex process that was bothering Hvitserk only by hearing your explanation of the whole shitty path he would have to follow. Maybe Ivar would like to learn this more than him. And Ubbe would surely have the patience to follow the whole bunch of steps you said. But neither of them was there and both of them would like to have someone with that knowledge. He couldn't let it pass...

You saw the commander sighing, bored.

"Fine... Where do we start?"

"From the beginning," you sighed as well, sitting by his side.

It would be a long way.

Hvitserk wasn't a patient man and his mistakes could quickly build up his anger, causing him to leave you for days waiting to continue his lessons.

You were restrained to the library, but he ordered you were fed even when he wasn't coming. Two good meals a day, as much of water you needed and his strange custom of a bath every week. Somehow, it made you feel more comfortable with yourself. It was different, but something you would turn into a habit.

He also ordered a bed to be brought for you and installed at the end of the library hall. Some blankets of yours were brought and you started having some comfort to sleep.

In return, he came back after three days out and found the whole library clean and organized.

You got rid of your petticoats and he taught you how to braid your hair like one of them, making your life pretty easier without the strands of hair on your face or the complicated hairstyles you were used to having your servants making on your long hair for the dinners and events your husband wasn't there to settle anymore.

Instead, your lessons with Hvitserk started becoming more pleasurable as he was progressing and starting to find pleasure in what you were teaching him.

He learned more of your language with words he didn't know. And ended up teaching you some words of his language, making it easier to teach him how to use the words.

It took you around a year, but finally, the Viking commander was able to read the complete extension of the parchment he was about to burn when it all started.

"In the name... of the King... And Our Lord Jesus Ch... Christ. And what is this bunch of risks?" he asked, pointing the king's signature near the seal of wax.

"This is the signature of the King. Signatures are personal ways to write your name. Like the wax seals I explained before," you said, smiling at him.

"And why do you Saxons put your god on everything?" he complained. "This Jesus... It’s your god, isn't it?"

"Kinda," you said, smiling. "To put things under the name of Jesus Christ and seal it having God as witness kinda puts over the men's shoulders the weight of an oath that God himself will punish them if not respected. It is like an oath over your arm ring," You explained, remembering his explanations about that jewel.

"That sounds weird to me. We fulfill our oaths on our own honor. It's reprovable by the gods to break an oath, but well... It is up to you to become a dishonored bastard..." he said, making a roll with the parchment he just read and looking at you. "Speaking on oaths... You did your part. I can read now and understand what the Englishman say and write, as you promised. It means... You're free to go. You're no longer my slave."

Those words were everything you wanted to hear, and somehow, they sounded heavy and sad.

Where would you go now?

What would you do with your life?

You could travel to your aunt's house near your father's former farm, but you were sure she would stick you up into a convent to live the rest of your life isolated, serving God or whatever those women locked in monasteries on top of the hills were used to doing.

And...

You would never see Hvitserk again.

Somehow, it was what was sinking your heart deeper into your chest. You got used to his laughs, his words, the time by his side. Even the way he was bothered sometimes with his impatient way to not accept failure on something simple like syllables... Everything was good about his presence...

And you didn't want to lose it.

"I... I changed my mind," you mumbled, catching his attention. "I don't mind being your slave... I mean, I could teach you more things and..."

You sighed.

"I have nowhere to go. And I don't wanna leave now that I got used to your presence..." you said, seeing his lips curving into a small smile.

"You're a free woman, Y/N. You can choose to follow me if you want to."

He liked your presence as well.

Hvitserk got used to having you around and it was pleasing him to notice the blush on your cheeks and to know you didn't want to leave anymore.

"What does ‘amen’ mean?" he asked, out of nowhere, surprising you with the strange question.

"What?"

"I asked... what does ‘amen’ mean? And also... there are some strange things in this castle. Other than the crosses, other objects are repeating itself in the rooms... Are they sacred or something?"

His questions bugged your mind and you frowned, but he came near, touching your chin and causing your cheeks to burst in red when he smiled so close to your face.

"See... There are many questions I have about your people, your ways... And I'm sure you have many questions about mine. I could show you the way of my people. My homelands... And you can teach me more. There are plenty of reasons for you to stay, dear Y/N."

Dear...

It almost melted you in his fingers and he smiled, noticing it messed with your heart.

"Yes... I... I'll stay," you said.

"Yes. You'll stay," he repeated, smiling bigger.

There weren't too many things he really wanted to learn about the Saxons' customs for real. But any reason was a good excuse to keep you close enough for him to melt your heart.

And he was going very well with that pair of green eyes and those sexy smiles!

Soon, he would be the reason for you to stay.

Maybe, he already was.

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Long Time No-See

Author’s Notes | Man, the ANGST! I’m a sucker for this! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW5 Words | 1512 ⁑ Warnings: Some ANGST and romance.

The horns started sounding at the docks, spreading through all the towers of the city, announcing a fleet approaching Kattegat's docks. For years you wanted that sound to reach your ears. But now, it made you shiver in anxiety.

When the plans for that raid started, you were recently married to prince Hvitserk. The two of you knew each other after his brother Ubbe assumed the throne to replace the older son of Ragnar, Björn, now responsible for the explorations and raids outside of their homelands.

Like his older brother, Hvitserk was a raider and an explorer. He loved the sea and the foreign lands, the mysteries and cultures and treasures the raids could bring. So, he didn't hesitate on signing up for the next raid, even knowing the two of you would have less than a year of marriage when the production of the boats was finished.

He tried to fill you with child before their departure date, but the gods didn't bless your womb.

"When I come back, I'll take a while away from the sea so we can make our children."

Those were his last words for you, three years ago, when he entered that boat knowing he wouldn't be back in less than a year.

The two of you were in love. You knew that.

But now, you weren't so sure.

You weren't expecting him to spend the whole time he spent outside your home without anything to warm his cock. Hvitserk was an active man, a womanizer before he married you. It would be too much from you to expect he would spend three whole years without any mouth or pussy to sink himself into.

However, this wasn't your main concern. You sincerely didn't mean if he had fucked other women in his time outside. But what if he had fallen in love again?

What if, after all those months away from you, his love for you faded away and his heart found another?

Cause the needs of his body you weren't worried he could satisfy, but what if his heart wasn't yours anymore?

Those thoughts had hurt your mind for weeks. Queen Torvi there, holding Ubbe's new child, remembering you that Kattegat's princes could change their mind about their wives even after years of a solid marriage - she was once Björn's wife, even the mother of his children, and there she was, married to her brother in law, left by the first son who chose the sea instead of her.

Hvitserk was pretty much like his brother Björn. He learned a lot from him. How to fight, how to sail, how to behave in the raids... Hvitserk had his own style but was pretty much inspired by his elder brother. What if he decided to act like Björn towards you and take another with him to replace you in his bed?

Many questions were dancing into your mind and you even thought about leaving the horns sounding and stay inside. But your heart clenched once again...

What if he was coming back to your arms?

What if he was anxious to see you, thinking the same things you were thinking, afraid you could have replaced him with another who would stay by your side instead of leaving to the sea? Someone who would fill you with child as he tried without succeeding?

It wouldn't be fair to abandon your tasks as his wife just because of your fear. If you were to see him coming out of those boats with another in his arms then you should see it at the docks, standing there to receive him, as a good wife should do after all these years.

With your heart in your hands, you went to the docks. The boats were already arriving when your feet touched the wooden floor.

Your hands were shaking. You tried to embrace yourself to control the nervousness.

Would you be able to recognize him?

Would he be able to notice you?

Would he come to you? Would he look at you at least?

The many questions in your mind silenced all at once when heavy feet touched the docks jumping down from the main boat of the fleet.

Björn had come back earlier and already left again, so that fleet was entirely under his command. And like a commander, he landed heavily over the docks and you saw his face looking down as if he was making a prayer, probably thanking the gods for seeing his homelands one more time.

There was a heavy cloak over his shoulders, the wolf pelt you remembered sewing at that blue fabric for him, hanging over his shoulders marked by the long and heavy use. Under it, a leather armor reinforced with multiple metal pieces was attached to his chest. Some belts and buckles were fixing it in its place, imprinting a heavier look Hvitserk didn't have when he left.

His hair was also different. Fully grown and braided in a single braid from the top of his head to the bottom of his nape, all attached to his head, unlike Ubbe's braid that used to hang from the top of his skull. There was a beard around his jawline and a fully-grown mustache covering his mouth.

Hvitserk rose his hand kissing a golden coin before throwing it at the sea, probably for lady Rán. And you could see his fingers. Both of his hands had new rings... But your marriage ring was still there, shining gold in his finger.

His heavy cloak turned and his eyes found yours.

For a long moment, both of you just stood there, looking at each other. He was so beautiful now. So bigger and imposing, looking like the son of Ragnar he was famous for being. Or even more.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson now had a name for himself. He didn't need his father's shadow over himself anymore. He had grown his own shadow and covered dozens of warriors under his command, now passing by him, patting his shoulder, smiling.

"Whiteshirt..."

Saluting the man they fought under for years before leaving the fleet behind, walking back to their houses, their children, their wives.

But despite all his grandiosity, the great commander of that fleet was looking at you with the same insecurity you had in your eyes. And his steps brought him closer to you, but you noticed he was afraid of touching you as much as you were afraid some chick would jump out of that boat, complaining he wasn't there to hold her or help her to come down.

Hvitserk noticed your eyes glaring the boat. He looked back to where you were looking.

But no one came down after him.

No female hysteric voice yelled his name or any curse for being locked in a boat without help.

Your eyes went back to his and you noticed he was looking around.

But no man was around to claim your side.

No child came yelling your name or calling you mother...

And so, he dared to break that thick silence figuring almost as a third person in between the two of you.

"I thought... You wouldn't be here to receive me."

Softly, you let go of your own arms. Your index swirling the marriage ring on your ring finger - a mania you had developed when thinking about him.

"I thought you wouldn't come back to me," you answered, almost mumbling.

His hand touched yours stopping your index, intertwining your fingers with his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Both marriage rings were together once again and you felt your eyes lightly teary. He, on the other hand, giggled.

"I never stopped thinking about you..." he mumbled. "About the children I promised you."

You giggled, feeling your insecurity and fear rolling down your face in tears of relief. And his hand softly cupped your face, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears with his thick thumb you almost forgot how it was to feel pressing the skin of your face so tenderly.

You came closer. And Hvitserk embraced you.

And the two of you mashed your lips together in a kiss you had long forgotten how spicy and tasty it was.

How good it was to feel his arms around you like that, so tight! How warm were his hands, his lips against yours so needy!

Hvitserk kissed you longer than you could remember ever feeling from his lips and then, he held you against his chest allowing you to feel the musk essence of his perfume mixed with the smell of the sea embedded in his clothes.

He kissed the top of your head, caressing your nape with his heavy touches you loved so bad.

"Take me home, wife. I have a promise to fulfill, my love."

It didn't matter how many he had in his bed. Or how many times his mind searched for you in other bodies. He was there.

Your precious prince was back to you. He was back home and you finally could feel your heart beating again.

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Payment Methods

Author’s Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big hahaha Pure sex trash! Don't read it!!!  Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, Mobster AU, requested by @dreaming-of-never-neverland and @alicedopey for 5CW5 Words | 3028 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included. Mentions of drugs, women exploration, prostitution, unprotected sex, explicit content. Cursing. Daddy kink, Male Dom kink.

"Knock knock, kitten. Payment time. Be a good kitten and open the door so I don't have to break your pretty lock, uh?"

Shit.

Why did that bastard have to be so punctual?

You knew he would come. Hvitserk Ragnarsson never gets late. Not for the delivering, nor for the payment time. You settled with him you would pay the powder he got for you in the last day of the month.

Now there he was with his strong fist hitting your door.

"Hello, kitty, kitty, kitty... I'm getting impatient... Nobody likes me when I'm impatient, love. Open that door, yes? Daddy's home..."

Fucking shit!

"I'm going!" you yelled at the door, trying to search for any remaining money you could have hidden or lost in your messy apartment. "I lost my keys. Just gimme a moment!"

Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You shouldn't have borrowed that money to your roommate. Now that bitch had left with her brand-new boyfriend and you were fucked!

That's it! Maybe you could tell him she stole you. Maybe he would give you some more time to pay... You were always buying from him. Hvitserk wouldn't be that much of a bastard, right?

"Kitten... You know how much I hate long waiting..." he said, with that hoarse tone that would precede his gun shooting your door's lock if you weren't opening it in the next minute.

"I found it! I found it, I'm sorry," you said, opening the door for him to enter. "I'm sorry..." you insisted as he crossed your door looking around.

Your room was a real mess. He sighed, twisting his lips.

"What a fucking mess you made here, uh, kitten?" he said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes to lit one in his mouth, pulling the smoke before releasing it calmly. "Fine. Where's my money, dear?"

"I... I need a little more time, daddy," you said, calling him that way you were used to calling only when you needed something he didn't want to give you.

Hvitserk sighed. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the cigarette he brought back into his mouth, pulling the smoke again.

"I thought we had a deal, kitten."

Fuck. He was pissed.

And getting a Ragnarsson pissed is everything you DON'T need.

"We had it," his face frowned with the past tense in your words and you immediately changed it, trying to get that pissed expression out of his face. "We have... We have a deal, but... Look!" you opened your arm, showing him the mess all over your place.

The drawers out of the locker, some clothes all over the floor, things messed, spread out. The whole shit your roommate and her damn bastard boyfriend made, getting all her stuff - and some of yours! - while you were too high to really notice they were stealing everything before leaving with your damn money.

"My roommate! That bitch and her boyfriend stole my shit and my money before they fled. I'm cleaner than your damn shirt now, daddy... They left me nothing. Not even my food escaped!" you tried to mourn, seeking for some mercy into his eyes.

But Hvitserk looked around, walking through your mess, taking some stuff out of your couch, then, out of your bed.

He threw everything on your bed away before sitting on it, crossing his legs and looking at you as if he was analyzing something.

"Daddy, please..." you started feeling insecure with his eyes running through you that way. "I just need more time... I swear I'll pay!"

"Oh, you will kitten. For sure you will... Close your door, pretty thing," he said, moving his hand for you to lock your door.

You swallowed dry. What could be passing through his mind now?

The men like Hvitserk were unpredictable and it was terribly scary for a lonely girl like you. If only that bitch didn't have fucked you up... You locked your door as he said, turning back on him, scared.

"Take a seat," he said, pointing your armchair where you sat, swallowing dry. "See... I get you, kitten. The bitch fucked you up, right?"

"Yes," you mumbled, a little more hopeful. "She stole my shit," you insisted.

Maybe he would understand, after all.

"Poor thing... She made a mess with your stuff..." he said.

But you could get the fake pity in his voice. He wasn't really feeling pity for you or anything. He was being sarcastic. You knew that.

"And she stole my money from you, isn't that right?" he said, getting up from your bed and picking up a picture of your roommate with you from your nightstand. "Is this the whore?"

Your spine went cold.

Ok. You were fucking pissed off with your roommate, but you didn't want her to end up dead or any stuff like this.

"Daddy, you don't need to..."

"I made you a question, kitten," he insisted, serious. "Is this the whore?"

You swallowed dry, nodding. Seeing when he picked up his phone and sent a pic of your photo to someone else.

"Daddy, she... she just messed up, you don't need to hurt her. I'll..."

"Shh." Hvitserk came closer, touching your lips when he lowered himself to look into your eyes "The money she stole from you was mine, kitten. No one steals from me. Don't worry. I won't kill your little sneaky friend. She has a juicy body and I'm sure we can teach her pretty good ways to make some money by herself so she won't have to steal from anyone ever again."

Shit! She was so fucked...

Literally fucked, you could bet.

"However..." his tone changed and you knew...

She wasn't the only one.

"You still owe me, kitten."

"D... Daddy, I..." you were ready to start with a lot of excuses, but instead of letting you talk, Hvitserk slid two of his fingers into your mouth, slowly, silencing you and looking straight into your eyes.

"You see... Just like her, you're pretty as well, kitten," he continued, moving his fingers slowly against your tongue while licking his lower lip to moisture it and keep talking. "And I may think there are different ways for you to pay what you owe me."

You knew what he was talking about.

Well... It wouldn't be such a sacrifice. Hvitserk was a handsome man. A fucking handsome man... And that sexy smile on his face kinda made you horny with the idea that powerful man must be suggesting to fuck you that openly.

You decided to try, softly sucking the fingers he put into your mouth and the smile on his face became bigger, more devilish.

"Such a good kitten... I'm pretty sure you won't mind paying me today, will you, pretty thing?"

You sucked his fingers a little stronger in agreement and his free hand nestled in your nape, holding your head by your hair, caressing it before putting your strands in a strong grip.

"I have a better place for you to use this silky mouth, kitten," he said, taking his fingers out of your mouth to open his trousers, releasing a hard and fat cock he placed near your lips. "Suck it, babe."

You did as he said, opening your mouth and embracing his cock with your lips, sucking him more hunger when his voice echoed in a hoarse moan that shivered you entirely.

"Fucking good! Just like that, little girl, suck him whole."

His hand on the back of your neck started forcing your face against his hips, kinda making you swallow his whole length. It wasn't easy and you gagged against his tip, but you were sure you never felt so horny in your whole life.

Hvitserk started rocking his hips into your mouth and you felt yourself throbbing in the middle of your legs. Now both of his hands were holding your head, keeping your mouth in the right position for him to fuck it and you couldn't avoid moaning against him.

"Yeah... Pretty good, kitten!" he praised, fucking your mouth faster, getting some sounds from your throat while you were wetting his whole length against your tongue. "Fuck yeah... Get up and take these clothes off. Daddy wants to fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

One of his hands pulled your head slowly from his shaft, allowing you to suck his whole length before popping his dick out of your mouth. The other hand slapped your butt as soon as you got up from your chair and you watched as he got rid of his shirt, stroking his cock wet of your saliva while getting rid of any obstacles to what he wanted.

Hvitserk didn't get fully naked, but you had a beautiful view of his tattooed torso while he was conducting you to your bed. His free hand pulled your blankets, cleaning the whole bed in a single pull before getting you going upon your mattress.

"On all fours, like a good kitten, go," he demanded, standing behind you to look at your naked body as you did what he said.

It was kinda humiliating being so exposed, but the touch of his hands was so firm and warm, exploring your butt cheeks, opening them before slapping the sides of your ass... It was...

Good.

Strangely good.

"Look at this pretty ass..." he praised, slapping your butt once again, and again while speaking. "You listen to me closely..."

It was hard to listen clearly with his thick fingers being slid in between your folds that way, but you tried to control yourself and focus on his words instead of his index rubbing your clit that delicious way.

"I gonna have my way with you today... And I'll fuck this pretty pussy and this beautiful ass of yours in every fucking way I want. When I'm tired of cumming on you, then your debt will be paid and we gonna talk about a small deal I may want to propose to you... But only if you’re a good girl. Will you be a good girl to daddy?"

You cried a positive answer when he slid his fingers into you, curling them deep inside, brushing your sweet spots so good that your legs almost lost the strength.

Hvitserk grinned and you felt his thumb touching and starting to pressure your butt hole.

"Let us start with what is driving me crazy...".

You heard the characteristic sound of spit and felt some wetness sliding down your butt cheeks before his thumb started spreading it all over your hole, making you anxious.

You didn't remember ever trying that way before and Hvitserk didn't miss the tension in your muscles when he started pushing his finger into your tight entrance.

"Just relax, sweet kitten. This is gonna be good... The more you relax, the easier you'll take my cock into this sweet little hole of yours."

More dirty words. Everything on him was so dirty and low! And yet, there were you, moaning with his fingers filling both of your entrances while you were hiding your blushed face against your pillows.

He took some time like that, just spitting from time to time in your butt, pushing the wetness inside with his fingers penetrating both of your channels, sometimes losing some time just licking or rubbing your clit to make you wetter - something he was getting pretty easy from your horny body.

When his fingers were sliding easy into you, you felt him climbing up on the bed, straightening himself behind you and adjusting your position in front of him. It didn't take long for the touch of his fingers to be replaced by the hot tip of his hardened cock against your butt hole.

"Push me out, kitten," he mumbled. "It will make it easier..."

"Easier". Not "easy". Not at all!

To take his whole length into your tighter channel was the hardest thing you ever did. Hvitserk was eager, so he didn't make too many pauses, getting his cock almost entirely sunk into your butt in a few movements before laying over your back warming your whole body as you were trying to breath.

"Fuck!" you cursed in between your teeth, trying to keep in mind he could have shot in the middle of your eyes instead of giving you a chance to pay for what you owed him... "You're fucking thick!"

He giggled, and you felt his hips moving slowly, burning your hole with small movements of his thickness against your walls.

"That's good to hear, girl," he growled in your ear, one of his hands pulling your head back by your hair just to make it easier for him to speak near your ear shell. "You're going great, little girl. It won't take too long if you keep taking me like that. Now relax..."

That wasn't good. But it wasn't completely bad at all. Hvitserk had one of his hands rubbing your clit and your folds all the time as his hips were rocking against your butt, sliding his cock against your burning virgin walls, senselessly.

You cursed your whole vocabulary of swearing, but it only seemed to get him hornier.

At some moment, you felt his cock twitch into you and you swore he would tear your body in two when his arm embraced your waist and his voice sounded hoarser into your ear.

"Hold on tight, kitten. Daddy gonna fill you up like a sweet pie now..."

"Fuck!" was all you managed to say when he slammed his hips against your butt, pushing himself deep inside before you could feel loads of his cum slowly making your butt hole warm.

"Shit, girl... You're so good... I think you deserve some reward," he mumbled while slowly taking his half-hardened cock out of your butt, causing you to breathe deeply in pure relief of feeling your body's entrance slowly coming back to the normal size.

His heavy hands turned your body at the bed, laying your back on the mattress and opening your legs wide. Still breathing, you didn't notice when his face disappeared in the middle of your legs until he started suckling on your sensitive clit unexpectedly, filling the whole room with your moans of bliss.

Fuck the pain! That man was a god with his tongue! He managed to get you cumming for him twice in less than twenty minutes licking you whole!

Dizzy, you saw him licking his fingers and cleaning the small beard on his chin of your juices.

"Such a sweet kitten," he said, licking his lips and laying upon you before you could feel your throbbing channel being filled with his hardness. "Fuck... So warm, babe!"

There wasn't a previous warning. Just his cock filling your oversensitive body, his hips slamming against yours, and the sound of your voice mixing with the headboard of your bed hitting the wall behind the two of you.

You totally forgot the condoms... You didn't even remember to ask if he had any!

From your butt to your pussy, from your holes to your mouth, Hvitserk spent the whole evening and half of the night mounting you like a stallion rutting on a mare's heat. The bastard lasted longer than any partner you ever had and you were barely conscious when he finally came one last time into your mouth, making you suck him clean and swallow every single drop of his pleasure before rolling to your side, lighting a cigarette.

"You're fucking good, kitten," he mumbled, pulling the smoke by your side.

You were loose over your bed like a sweaty used doll, still feeling a mix of the burning sensation in your butt and the throbbing pleasure of your cunt. Your eyes staring the ceiling as your mind was asking itself why the fuck it was so damn good.

You should be slapping his face for charging you in sex and treating you like a whore. You should have spat on his face for barely suggesting you pay your debts with sex!

And yet, you were there, staring the ceiling, with his scent all over your skin, feeling like a slut.

A satisfied and well-fucked slut.

"'bout that proposal..." he started, getting your attention. "You owe me nothing, but well, you have nothing as well, kitten. Your bitchy friend stole everything you could have and I'm sure I'm not the only asshole who will want to fuck your pretty body for the things you need to live."

His words were hitting hard. Your friend has stolen everything valuable in your room and thinking straight, you didn't have anything not even to eat and recover from that marathon under him...

"You see, I'm not asking you for a relationship or any romantic shit like that... But I like the sound of your voice moaning my name, kitten. I could have it more times... I surely could."

"Are you suggesting me to be your bitch?" you put things clearly and he giggled by your side, looking at you.

"I give you what you need. Anything. Your stuff, a place, clothes, food, panties... All the shit you need, no charges. All you have to do is be ready for me when I want to repeat this night." he said, speaking clearly this time.

You were fucked. Your things were stolen and you knew without anyone to have your back, you would end up on the streets, doing the same he wanted for pretty less than Hvitserk was offering to you.

At least, he wasn't such a jerk and the sex was pretty good for you as well.

What did you have to lose?

"Deal," you mumbled, looking at him.

Seeing the smile on his face becoming bigger when he straightened himself on the bed, finishing his cigarette and pulling you closer, nestling himself to rest.

"Good, kitten. Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll take you outta this shitty place," he said, sliding one of his hands to cover your breast, nestling his face into your neck and breathing deeply, comfortable.

You sighed.

It really wasn't what you thought your life could be, but well... You could handle it. And in the end, it wasn't that bad at all.

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Shattered

Author’s Notes | It hurts… But I’m strong! I’ll do it for you, babe! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @lol-haha-joke for 5CW5 Words | 1722 ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mention to alcoholism. Caution is recommended: The following content may be triggering.

His eyes lifted to see the cabin where the two of you used to live. Your eyes lifted to see him coming at the snow.

In the first years of your marriage, you would get up and run to embrace him and he would hold your body in his arms and kiss you passionately.

But things were different now.

You got up, but just to go inside, stumbling on your drunken feet.

Hvitserk kept looking at you, just to sigh, disappointed, questioning himself why he was still coming back to that place.

Why, somehow, he still called that cabin his home.

It all turned upside down too fast. In an instant, you were there, pregnant with his first child, shining in happiness and filling the whole house with that warm sensation that would embrace him whenever his feet were crossing that door.

Then, the labor came. And everything shattered in a million pieces.

For a reason no one was able to explain, you gave birth to a stillborn. A boy that would have been the happiness of his life if he didn't have his eyes closed forever into your arms.

You cried yourself to death and Hvitserk saw himself burying the dreams the two of you had shared so far, by himself.

He cried over that grave, cursing the gods for stealing his happiness that way. And somehow, his curses were heard and it seems to have irritated the gods against him. Nothing was the same. Nothing ever became better.

To deal with the terrible pain of losing your child, you started drowning yourself in mead, ale, anything alcoholic you could find to numb your mind from the guilt you somehow invented was yours. None of his words was able to make you believe it wasn't your fault what happened to your child and he saw his beloved wife going down and down into that endless well of suffering you were completely sunk now.

His inability to save you from yourself started breaking him. From tender words and sweet asks, Hvitserk turned into angry speeches and hard acts. From holding you into his arms and taking away your cups, he went to yell at you and break the bottles you would bring home at your front yard. From having your cry against his chest and carrying you to bed at the end of the night, Hvitserk went to spend the whole day at the Hall and some nights away, with others...

Other arms that would wrap around his neck, other mouths against his, other voices moaning his name. But yet, it was you in his mind and his closed eyes were searching for the beautiful woman he fell in love with.

The beautiful girl with sweet smiles you were before, not that drunken thing walking through his living room, almost falling after stumbling at the center table, cursing when his strong arm prevented you to fall straight to the ground.

"Will it last forever?" he asked, causing you to sigh, annoyed.

"Don't start..."

"Will it last forever, Y/N?" he insisted, causing you to turn yourself to see his eyes looking straight into yours.

Hvitserk was different...

He was hurt. His eyes were dark. There was a sense of ending into his green orbs that somehow hurt your heart.

He was tired.

"What do you want me to do, Hvitserk?" you asked, looking at him, lost, as always. "I killed our child into me."

"We talked about this dozens of times..."

"If it wasn't my fault, then who's the one to blame, Hvitserk?" you yelled back, anguished. "I had one job... And I failed it!"

"Once," he said, not yelling back.

This time his voice wasn't harsh, but disappointed. Tired...

"It was your first time. Dozens of women lose their first pregnancy. Dozens of children die. Our son wasn't the first. He wouldn't be the last."

"You don't care about him," you shot, hurt.

"This is not true!" Hvitserk answered, firm, but angry. "I loved him! I waited for our child with all my heart and I was the one who buried him with my own hands! I buried our dreams with the same fingers that held your tears for all this time, Y/N! It was my child as well, my son! It shattered my heart the same way it shattered yours! Don't you dare to say I don't care!"

"It's not me saying this, Hvitserk... But the sweet scents in your clothes. How are they?" you asked bitterly.

"Soberer than you," he answered in the same tone, not even trying to deny this time.

You swallowed dry.

How far was it going?

"Why are you still here, then?" you asked with tears in your eyes. "Go back to them. Sleep there... Fuck them until one of them gives you a living child!" you cried, punching his chest, pushing him with all your few strengths towards the door where he came from.

Hvitserk held your strikes and your body when you stumbled in your own feet, falling into his arms. His heart sinking into his chest.

He could go.

He could just leave you to your bottles and find another woman who wouldn't mind trying again, and again, and again.

But it wasn't what he wanted.

They didn't serve for more than remembering him of your good times together.

He knew, in the bottom of himself, why he was always coming back into that cabin. Why, even after all the two of you had lived together, that place was still his home and you were still the one he wanted by his side.

"I'm here because I love you, Y/N," he mumbled, painfully. "I'm here because I can't stand leaving you to die in this cabin with all the dreams we had together."

Hvitserk's voice was sounding suffocated and you looked up to see the tears in his eyes.

"There is a fucking life outside for me and dozens of women wanting to give me children and homes... But I want you. I don't want any of them. I didn't plane my life with any of them! I did it with you! There are almost two years since we lost our child, Y/N! I'm waiting for you all this time because I fucking love you! Why can't you see this? Why can't you see how much you're fucking killing me every day? I don't fucking want to leave you! I don't want to!"

You saw, surprised, the way he crumbled in front of you for the first time... Since you delivered a dead child into his hands, you never saw Hvitserk being less than a hard pillar, sustaining your cry, holding your drunken body, keeping everything firm.

But there he was, his face wet, sliding his hands through his hair and trying to look away so you wouldn't see his cry.

"I can't stand this anymore," he mumbled, both of his hands behind his head. "I can't..."

His voice silenced when he felt your face laying against his back, your arms slowly embracing his waist.

"I can't handle my mind. There are voices that keep speaking my mistakes, repeating what could I have done wrong to hurt him... How useless I am... How I'm losing you slowly... They started speaking about our son. Now they keep talking about how sweet are the scents in your clothes and how are you fucking the whole town once again... I can't handle them speaking. Then I drown them..."

"And it poisons you," he completed, standing still while you were holding him.

"And it poisons me," you mumbled back.

"I'll stop seeing them f I have you back," he muttered, softly leaning his head to look at you from over his shoulder.

"I don't know how to come back..." you whispered; your throat closed. "Help me, Hvitserk..."

He turned himself to you, cupping your face softly.

"Stop listening to the voices and listen to me... There is no one to be blamed. We lost our son because the gods wrote it in our fate and period. It's not your fault, nor mine, nor anyone's fault, Y/N. It happened. It's over."

"What if it happens again?" you mumbled, hurt. "What if I'm never able to give you children? What if all my babies come dead that way?"

"What if you had tried again? What if you had given me children? How many we could have now, Y/N?" he answered with questions that kinda stunned your mind. "What if we had passed through it together? What if... 'What if' is too much to be thought. Stop thinking about what could have happened. Our lives won't last forever!" Hvitserk insisted.

"But..." you gasped.

And he brought you closer.

"If it happens again, I'll bury another child! If you never be able to give me children, we'll adopt one! If all your babies come dead, I'll curse the gods and fight each one of them to avenge my children when Valhalla claims me! We'll never know if you never try!" he shouted. "I cannot fight alone forever..."

Something broke into your heart with those words: there it was, the feeling of closure into his eyes once again.

It was your last chance...

You leaned into his arms, hiding against his chest. You didn't want to lose him! Even not knowing the way back...

"I don't wanna lose you," you mumbled against his neck and his arms embraced you tight.

"Then fight with me," he asked, caressing your hair. "No more booze. No more being numb. I have been facing reality alone as you numb yourself to oblivion. We lost our child. It doesn't mean we have to lose our lives. No more." he stated, looking at you.

"No more," you mumble, weakly.

He knew you weren't that strong, but for the last time, he was trying to fight for that marriage. Fight for the love he still had for you.

Hvitserk didn't expect you to be perfect. He knew you would fail and fall. But he would be there for you as long as he could see you were fighting with him.

But if he noticed himself fighting alone once again, he would leave to never come back. It would be easier to lose you at once than keep seeing the woman he loved destroying herself day by day that way.

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Þríhyrningur

Author’s Notes | Some things simply can’t be explained: like how did this smutty thing become so BIG?  Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Reader x Hvitserk dynamics Info | Modern AU, requested by @grungyblonde for 5CW5. Þríhyrningur means “Triangle” in Icelandic. Words | 4660 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT content, explicit content included. Mentions of polygamy. Cursing. 18+ ONLY.

It started before your marriage. Ubbe and you were still dating when you first heard about his stories with his brother, sharing his ex-girlfriend... It wasn't supposed to be something for you to hear: they were talking to each other in the living room while you and Hvitserk's girlfriend of that moment were preparing each other for a date you were to enjoy together. She took a little more to get ready and you left the room to wait with them in the living room, but when you were approaching, you heard their laughs and the whole conversation...

 "...like we used to do with Margrethe. I mean, it's not that I don't respect Frigga or Y/N as your girl, but man, you have the touch to find the most good-looking asses I ever saw!" Hvitserk said.

And you stopped near the door, not believing what you were hearing.

"C' mon, brother. We don't need this kind of stuff in between each other," Ubbe said, and you heard Hvitserk straightening himself at the chair.

"Want me to be honest then? Well, your girl is fucking hot, Ubbe. Frigga is nice, yeah, but I would be a happy man licking everything I could find in the middle of Y/N's legs..."

You remember hearing Ubbe's laugh before your surprised sigh attracted their attention and the sound of Frigga's high heels echoing at the corridor gave you the perfect excuse to wrap your hand around her arm and coming into the living room as if you didn't have listened to anything.

But fuck, you did.

And for months you couldn't take that shit outta your mind.

Of course, you never told your boyfriend about what you heard that night - also, you never dared to tell him anything about how many times you touched yourself thinking about him sharing you with his little sexy brother and Hvitserk lapping your juices as he said he would be happy to do.

But now you weren't his girlfriend anymore. You were Ubbe's wife. And the subject about his girls and the sharing games with his brothers already had danced in your conversations with him. You even heard some of Margrethe's stories and other girls he shared with his brothers, and it gave you a good view of Ubbe's preferences in this kind of situation.

He liked to watch...

He loved to hear his women moaning for another...

And more than anything: Hvitserk was his favorite.

He had his histories with Sigurd and even Ivar had shared some girls in his bed, but it was speaking about Hvitserk's stories that Ubbe would show himself hornier.

Your curiosity also seemed to make him interested, but you always tried to keep it just as curious questions. Until that night...

The two of you were talking after sex. Your marriage was still recent - not far from five months - when you decided it was time to try and tell him the truth.

So, when he finished telling you about the day Hvitserk and he took Margrethe to the mall and somehow managed to fuck her in turns at the dressing room of a store, you tried to show yourself more interested.

"You and Hvitserk... It always seems you guys have some kind of interesting synchrony when the two of you are together," you said, generic.

But Ubbe was always one step forward: he turned himself in bed and looked at you.

His deep blue eyes quite into yours, limpid, full of something between lust, interest, and desire.

"Why don't you tell me you're interested, love?"

His question surprised you, causing him to giggle.

"You really thought I didn't notice? I'm a watcher, Y/N. Hvitserk may not have noticed you at the corridor that day, but I know you heard what he said... I know you have been trying to approach... But now that you're my wife, I think I can feel safer to tell you these things, can't I?"

So, he was living the same dilemma you were... Saving words to tell you when you were closer and more than just an ephemerous relationship.

You smiled.

"I was thinking the same," you confessed. "I mean... I never wanted you to think I want to exchange you for your brother. That's not what I want. And I didn't stop loving you either... It's just..."

"It gets you wet thinking about me and Hvitserk, taking turns on you as we did on Margrethe," he said with all the words and letters and spaces to make you gasp.

And your gasp turned his eyes even bluer.

His smile, even darker...

"That's it... That's why you like to hear me talking about these stories. Tell me the truth, love... How many times did you close your eyes and imagine yourself in her place? Uh?"

His words making you hornier and hornier, wet as if the two of you didn't have just finished intercourse.

You felt his body closer and his hand sliding in the middle of your legs, finding your wetness, causing you to softly moan as his lips curved more, satisfied.

"So wet... Only speaking about this... Such a good wife I have. Here is what I'll do, little wife," you listened to his voice, moaning a little louder when his fingers slid into you as he kept talking, hoarse, looking into your eyes directly. "I'll enjoy these sweet juices you're giving me now. And while I do it, you'll think about how good it will be when the weekend comes and with it, my brother Hvitserk, to share our bed and fuck you senselessly for me to watch. Oh, it will be such a beautiful show... My beautiful wife, moaning and cumming around him, just for me to enjoy. Tell me, pretty wife... Tell me you'll fuck my brother for me."

You never felt so wet in your whole life.

To speak about that so clearly and openly with him was something absurdly exciting.

Through that whole night, the two of you fucked without a limit, always with Ubbe's voice repeating how good it would be to see your body dancing under Hvitserk's thrusts on the weekend...

You had to admit the rest of the week was kinda hard. It was impossible not to blush when talking to Ubbe about the most stupid things, or seeing the weekend in every single smile he gave you that week.

However, with Friday approaching, you started becoming more anxious.

Friday's afternoon was a test of resilience to your mind, seeing Ubbe at his phone, texting to his brother, giggling or laughing causing you to think he was talking about the weekend and your plans...

At night, the two of you went to dinner together and you tried to calm yourself down. Maybe Hvitserk would arrive on Saturday. Yeah, it kinda made your nerves stop sliding under your skin and go back to their places and you enjoyed good food and a glass of good wine with your husband without shaking.

However, the two of you had just arrived when someone knocked on your door. Distracted, you opened the door still talking to Ubbe - who was at the kitchen and came to the door to see why you suddenly stopped talking.

His lips curved in a smile when he saw you there, still on the beautiful black dress you used for the dinner, standing in front of your open door, looking at his little brother who was staring back at you with a smile.

Like a wolf smiling to a lamb alone in the pasture.

"Won't you invite me to come in?"

Why even the most innocent expressions were sounding sexual now?

You kinda recovered your consciousness with Hvitserk's small hint and opened the door a little more, a little clumsy.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry... I think I got distracted. Welcome home, Hvitserk," you said, feeling your whole body shake in goosebumps when he leaned himself to kiss your cheek as he always did.

"Thanks, Y/N," Hvitserk said, smiling and passing through you to shake his brother's hand and embrace Ubbe.

A normal visit.

Except for the fact that your heart was racing into your chest every time Hvitserk's green eyes were landing on you.

Ubbe opened a new bottle of wine, serving the glasses for the three of you, sitting down to engage in a normal conversation about the last travel Hvitserk had to do. Something about the company business in Latin America or stuff you couldn't really understand, so you kinda lost yourself from the conversation, thinking about how nervous you were and how silly it was to be nervous about something that should be good for the three of you.

You were so lost in your mind that you didn't even notice when the subject changed in their conversation until Ubbe touched your back softly with his warm hand.

"... and she's so distracted... I love when she tries to run into herself like this..." your husband smiled.

Hvitserk was looking at you and you noticed they were talking about you, blushing.

"Sorry..." you started, but Ubbe brought you softly closer to him.

"You don't need to apologize, love. We know you're feeling shy... But see," he got up, placing his cup and your cup near each other at the center table as Hvitserk seemed to relax a little more at his chair, drinking from his wine with a smirk. "I told my brother about our conversation... And he said he didn't know you were listening to him, isn't it right, Hvitserk?"

You saw Hvitserk drinking the whole content of his glass before getting up as well.

Ubbe softly pulled you up from the couch, turning you to Hvitserk, your back against your husband's chest.

You started feeling Ubbe's beard tickling your skin as he softly started kissing the crook of your neck.

"I didn't know you were listening to me that day, kitten... If I knew, I wouldn't have said those words."

You looked at Hvitserk, seeing the same wolf stare you were used to seeing into Ubbe's eyes in his. And he softly lifted your chin with two of his fingers, smiling at you.

"I would have been more detailed and thorough," Hvitserk continued, causing your body to shiver when his fingers started slowly sliding down on your neck, reaching your cleavage and slowly pulling aside one of the strings of your dress. "I would have said how thirsty I was for your flavor or how envious I am, for my brother can taste you and drink from you as much as he wants... But it seems you decided to be good to me, didn't you, kitten?"

Kitten...

Fucking word to make you shiver!

Ubbe giggled on your back, pulling aside the other string of your dress, exposing your chest with the cloth on the line of your breasts, line Hvitserk was tracing with his index, slowly creating small waves of chills through your whole body, making your nipples hardened under your dress.

"I... I told him I would... Like to..." you could barely form sentences and it made both of them smile to each other.

"Don't worry, kitten. I know where you're trying to go. Let us put on my brother's favorite show... I'm sure he'll be very satisfied tonight, won't you, brother?"

You felt Ubbe kissing the exact spot he knew would make you moan softly. And almost at the same time, Hvitserk's hand slowly invaded your dress, touching your hardened nipple, causing your moan to sound in a little higher note than you were pretending.

"Oh, yes... I'm sure I will," Ubbe said, hoarse, slowly conducting your body into Hvitserk's embrace.

You saw your brother-in-law's body coming closer and felt his other hand embracing your waist while his fingers were pinching and playing with your nipple as if it wasn't unthinkable for you a few seconds ago. His lips mashed to yours and you heard Ubbe's grunt of pleasure, shivering your whole body with the mix of your husband's sounds into your ears and your brother-in-law’s spices invading your mouth.

Your mind was a whole mess!

A part of you were screaming you were acting like a slut, fucking your brother-in-law, breaking your friend Frigga's trust - since you knew she wanted to go back with Hvitserk...

There were so many wrong things going on there!

But at the same time, Ubbe seemed to be smiling so satisfied! And you couldn't deny Hvitserk's rough hands on your skin were delicious, even more than you imagined it could be. It was good. Your husband wanted and agreed with it. You weren't being forced to anything you didn't were throbbing for.

What could be wrong then?

You felt your dress sliding down your body as Hvitserk's hands started exploring your skin, bringing you closer. His mouth kissing you deeper when you dared to embrace his neck, sinking your nails into his hair, having a grunt of pleasure from him and a satisfied giggle from your husband.

"Yeah... Get in, love. Take her to our room, Hvitserk."

You could feel Ubbe was the boss there: as soon as he spoke, Hvitserk lifted you up to his lap, carrying you to your bed. You heard Ubbe pulling the armchair from your reading table, comfortably sitting to watch as his brother's mouth was slowly running through your body, kissing your neck, your naked chest, starting to suckle on your breasts and fill the whole room with your moans.

"Fuck... You gonna get me crazy tonight, love. Just like that, Y/N, don't hold yourself back," Ubbe asked, and you could see his hand sliding into his own pants, stroking his hardness with his eyes almost not blinking, trying not to lose any detail of your body arching to his brother's mouth.

Hvitserk's fingers invaded your panties and then, your moans became louder. He wasn't slow like Ubbe, but his fingers settled a fast pace against your sensitive bud, creating a huge wave of warmth and pleasure that flooded your channel for him in a matter of seconds.

You were so horny...

"She's so fucking wet, Ubbe... Jez, I can't wait!" Hvitserk growled, lowering himself down.

Your panties went away through your legs but you barely could complain: Hvitserk sunk his tongue on your folds, eagerly licking the juices you could feel coming once again, flooding your channel, wetting you even more for him.

His hands embraced your hips pulling you closer, and you felt him humming against your folds, moaning in satisfaction.

"Fuck... Fuck!" Your words were stuck and Ubbe giggled again.

His own cock already exposed as he was stroking himself openly in front of you.

"Roll your hips for him, love. Ride his face, he loves it!" your husband suggested, teaching you how to please his hungry brother that had attached his lips to your folds, sucking and licking as someone who came from the closer desert, thirsty for any sweet wetness he could find.

You couldn't exactly control yourself, but instinctively, your hips started rolling against Hvitserk's face, causing him to embrace you stronger, sinking his tongue into you. Your husband was good with his mouth, that was undeniable, but fuck... His little brother was a master!

Hvitserk got you cumming in his mouth twice, and he didn't seem satisfied, sucking your throbbing clit and licking your wet pussy until he had your body contorting for him a third time.

Collapsed on the bed, you saw him cleaning his beard with his hand and licking his fingers from your juices, looking back to your husband with a smirk.

"Damn, brother... You have a fountain here... She's so sweet and wet! I could drink from her for hours!" he praised, and you heard your husband's small laugh.

"She can give you pretty more, brother. You should take your chance. She's throbbing now... You should see how tight she is." Ubbe praised back.

Two pairs of devilish eyes looking at your naked body.

Hvitserk got rid of his clothes, dragging you closer to him, opening your legs as your eyes could see his free hand stroking a large cock.

He wasn't bigger than Ubbe. Instead, he was shorter but surely thicker.

You saw him spitting on his palm and spreading it over his hardness, stroking it some more times before placing the tip against your throbbing entrance. Slowly, your body started embracing his thickness as he pushed himself in the middle of your legs, moaning against your neck.

"Fuck..." his voice sounded hoarse and his hand gripped your hips firmly placing you under him as he pushed deeper, filling your channel almost whole. "Fucking tight... Damn, Y/N, you're so fucking tight!"

You sunk your fingers in his shoulders, moaning loud. And then, Ubbe came closer, getting rid of his clothes as well to sit by your side, caressing your hair. His loving blue eyes deeply into yours while his brother started thrusting into you, bouncing your body under his.

Fuck... It was so wrong...

And at the same time, there was so much pleasure, lust, and passion into your husband's eyes...

"Look at you..." Ubbe mumbled.

Hvitserk's face nestled in your neck, his lips kissing your skin as he was moaning low with his hips slapping against yours.

Ubbe's fingers slid through your hair in a passionate caress. And then, his hand cupped your face admiring your expression contorted in pleasure.

"Such a beautiful wife I have... You look so beautiful moaning in bliss this way, my dear. Stronger, Hvitserk. She likes it harder."

It was so arousing to have your husband dictating the pace, telling Hvitserk your deepest secrets and the ways to have you screaming in pleasure under his hard grip!

You closed your eyes, feeling Ubbe's thumb sliding through your cheek, touching your lips and drawing them while you were moaning to his brother's thrusts.

"She's moaning low... Keep going, Hvitserk. She'll cum around you soon," Ubbe said, revealing your customs, your behavior.

Commands that Hvitserk followed blindly, keeping the pace, moving to hit your sweet spots, following Ubbe's instructions to melt you down in pleasure under him.

Ubbe smiled when you came again, shaking under Hvitserk's sweaty body. You felt his hands holding you tighter and his voice echoing in choked moans that soon became a growl of pure pleasure when he buried himself entirely deep inside of you, cursing while filling you with his thick seed.

The hot air of Hvitserk's heavy breath shivered your neck for a while as Ubbe allowed his brother to enjoy the whole high of his pleasure into you, thrusting slowly, coating your walls with his pleasure, sliding his throbbing cock through your sensitive walls until he was satisfied.

Hvitserk was gentle in the end, kissing your chest, your neck, and your mouth almost passionately before slowly sliding to your side at the bed, still panting, but smiling.

"She's amazing, Ubbe... Just amazing..." He mumbled, relaxing by your side.

You saw your husband smiling.

Ubbe's hand started slowly caressing your body, sliding through the sweat on your skin, tracing patterns with his fingertips around your nipples, your belly button. He softly sunk his middle finger into your throbbing channel, getting a small moan from your mouth when he started caressing your walls, pulling out his brother's seed from you.

"You made a mess, brother..." he mumbled, with a smile.

"Do you want me to clean it?" Hvitserk asked, causing your face to contract in a curious expression.

"Sure... But be gentle with our sweet Y/N. She's sensitive..." Ubbe answered, caressing your thighs before Hvitserk could come down on you again, kissing your thighs, licking your folds with gentleness, slowly cleaning you from his seed and getting you fully wet once again.

"Good boy," Ubbe joked when Hvitserk finished, kissing your womanhood.

He pulled away and Ubbe sat on the bed, slowly lifting you up to straddle his lap.

Your body was soft and numb. You straddled him like a doll that he gently placed closer to his body, embracing your waist after wrapping your arms around his neck.

"So sweet, my queen... Did you like my little brother into you, love?" he asked, teasing you with his words as his hands were pulling your hips slowly against his, sliding his warm hardness in your folds creating a comfortable and pleasurable sensation.

"Yes..." You mumbled against his lips and Ubbe softly sucked your lower lip, kissing your mouth slowly, treating you carefully, tenderly.

"Would you be good and have me as well? Uh?" he muttered against your lips.

A mixture of devilish lust and love in his words.

"Can I sink myself into your warm pussy and have you warming my cock as you did to his?"

His dirty way to talk, to expose what you did, causing you to feel wetter.

"Would you let me fuck you good and deep as he did? Uh? Do you want it, love?"

"Yes... Please, Ubbe... Fuck me deep!" You moaned.

Your hips moving against his, the sensation of his cock sliding warm into your channel getting louder moans from your mouth. His growls you loved so much started echoing and Hvitserk's voice sounded near...

"She moans so well, brother... Do you think she can hold us both?"

It was a part of that situation you haven't focused on, but you couldn't deny how aroused that idea made you feel.

You knew Ubbe would like to explore that moment in all the perspectives he could, but yet, his lips caressed your neck and as he was moving into your dripping wet womanhood, he asked your permission, mumbling into your ear, still giving you the full power to decide.

"Would you like to feel us, Y/N? Can we both fuck you together? Right now?"

His hips went deeper into you and you felt how harder it made him. You could remember how aroused he was when talking about the moments in which Hvitserk and he fucked the girls together, filling them entirely.

But more than knowing it was your husband's favorite fantasy, you wanted that sensation. You wanted to know how Margrethe and the other girls they shared felt in the middle of them both, filled with them both...

You wanted it.

Your mind just junked away your reason wrapped with any kind of thought that could prevent your mouth from begging for that. And you moaned, full of lust, dancing slowly over Ubbe's lap.

"Please... I want it! I need it... Fill me in! Fill me whole!"

"Such a good wife... Be gentle, Hvitserk. She's tighter from behind," Ubbe advised, sliding one of his hands down to rub your clit, getting you wetter for him before you could feel Hvitserk's fingers touching your butt hole, wetting it with some kind of lube he seemed to have picked up while Ubbe and you were talking.

Anxiety kicked in, but it was too late: First, his fingers got in, causing a whole new sensation that made you moan and relax enough. Then, Hvitserk replaced his fingers with his cock tip, pushing himself in slowly, a little bit more every time Ubbe was coming out of your pussy, following the pace Ubbe was dictating with his rhythm until you felt his pelvis touching your butt.

He was entirely in.

Immobile, heavy breathing on the back of your neck, but yet, entirely sunk into your butt, causing you to feel stretched and full every time Ubbe was moving into your front entrance.

Everything became hotter. You could feel the thin layer of you in between their cocks. Ubbe moving slowly, sliding in your thin wall as you could feel Hvitserk's cock throbbing, compressed in a space smaller than his thickness, making everything thinner in between them both.

But the true moment when your wetness and pleasure exploded was when he started moving into you. First slowly, then following Ubbe's path, coming into your body when Ubbe's cock was coming out, alternating movements, making you feel constantly full.

"Fuck... You were right, she's fucking tighter. Fuck, Y/N, you're so good... So good!" Hvitserk moaned.

Your voice had died into your throat. Your open mouth wasn't letting go a single sound but the heavy breath with which you were trying to keep your brain working in the middle of so much pleasure.

"Shit... This is so good, Y/N. I wanted this so hard, love... So hard!" Ubbe grunted under your chin, so aroused, so satisfied.

As much as you, he wanted that moment and it was terribly good for him so as it was being new and delicious to your body.

You weren't sure which one of them was caressing your spots, which one of them was brushing them. But all your spots were being touched and soon, your hips moved and your holes became tighter around them both.

"Fuck!" Hvitserk cursed, kissing your nape a little rougher.

"She's cumming, brother. She'll fucking cum on us!" Ubbe moaned, fully horny, increasing the pace clearly wanting to follow your pleasure.

"Ubbe!" your voice finally came out as you held Ubbe's shoulders, trying to get any kind of support. "Hvitserk!" you moaned again.

But your air was too scarce to fulfill your sentences.

You wanted to tell Ubbe you would cum if he increased the pace that way!

You wanted to ask Hvitserk to go slower or your pleasure would increase too much!

But everything was more than you could handle and you were sure you died in the middle of them both when your body seemed to explode in pleasure and you squirted, wetting Ubbe's lap in your juices and filling the room with your voice.

Ubbe's embrace became tighter and you felt him throbbing into you, surely filling your channel with his seed.

And soon your back hole also became warmer, accusing Hvitserk was panting on your neck because he also had cum into you once again.

The three of you remained that way, all together, for a long while. The heavy breaths and small moans were everything that could be heard before Hvitserk and Ubbe slowly started moving out of you and then, slide your body through them until the three of you were comfortably laying over your bed.

Ubbe laid a little closer to the headboard of the bed, nestling your body against his chest. His mouth kissing softly your forehead as his fingers started caressing your hair.

"My beautiful wife..." He mumbled, and you slowly turned your face up, receiving a loving kiss from his lips.

Soon, you could feel Hvitserk's lips petting your shoulder. Laid a little bit lower than you, Hvitserk embraced your waist and nestled against your back, pulling up your blankets over the three of you, making everything even cozier.

"You're incredible, princess," he mumbled, kissing your nape before nestling his face on your neck, sighing tiredly.

Ubbe stretched himself to the nightstand, messing with the remote, turning the air conditioner on to climatize the room with a cozy temperature. Soon, everything became so comfortable that your body started immersing itself into its own tiredness and relaxation.

Hvitserk slept first. But you still felt Ubbe's caresses for a while.

His soft words relieving any guilt you could feel for desiring this so bad into your heart.

"You made me happy today, love. And this was better than I ever had before. To do it with the others was good... But to have it from you was amazing. I love you... More than yesterday, surely less than I'll love you tomorrow."

The sweet words he told you in your marriage day.

More than yesterday.

Less than tomorrow.

"Show me when we wake up, my love," you answered, kissing his neck and feeling his loving kiss on your forehead again. "Show me tomorrow, when we wake up."

You knew he would.

And maybe the three of you could do it more times... Whenever he wanted, you would be glad in having them both and feel complete again.

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