#hvitserk fanfiction

[undiscovered-horizon]

"She is not a bird" - Hvitserk x Reader

SUMMARY: In Eddas, every great warrior falls in love with a Valkyrie - a winged goddess equally beautiful and imposing. Hvitserk finds his after a battle as she's stitching wounds and bringing comfort to those who will not see another dawn.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2k

In a colourful dress, she busses around, Time and time she turns her head, gives a smile, You could swear you saw her wings yesterday, How she hid them under the dress, But she’s not a bird, Can’t you see? She is not a bird.

Hvitserk has no interest in medicine or healing. Despite that, he has found himself watching one of the healers as she’s running back and forth between beds. She’s been at it for hours now and Hvitserk begins to wonder how come she’s not tired yet. Her feet and hands are equally quick as they had been when they arrived at the camp after the battle. The mesmerising glint in her eyes, something between curiosity and adoration, is still just as bright. Whenever one of the wounded warriors wants to talk to her, she sits at the edge of their bed. Her head nods gently before her lips curl into a reassuring smile and she says something in return. Maybe she’ll even chuckle at something. From where he’s standing, Hvitserk can’t make out her words but he can quite clearly see the faces of the people she’s talking to and it makes his curiosity consume him entirely to know what words turn agony into peace.

Lost in his own thoughts, the young Viking doesn’t notice jarl Friedgeir approaching him. 

“Enchanting, isn’t she?” he asks with a smirk. He’s seen this scenario one too many times to have any doubts about what Hvitserk is thinking about. Friedgeir himself has been in that very same position before.

Friedgeir Esrason is nimble for his age. White and silver hair circles his tired face like a halo. Sun-damaged skin makes him appear even older, although fuller of life. It’s a testimony of long days spent on adventures, seeing what the world has to offer. Despite nearing grandfather’s age, his torso is broad and his arms are about the size of a shieldmaiden’s thigh. Brass bracelets clink every time he moves his hands. The purple material of his tunic is clearly worn out, tearing in places of the most friction.

“She is,” Hvitserk admits.

Jarl puts his heavy hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder. For a moment, the young warrior wonders if Friedgeir could actually crush his bones should he squeeze his fingers a little tighter. 

“Can I entrust a secret to you, son of Ragnar?” Friedgeir asks in a low tone. His grey eyes look around the two of them as though expecting to find a prying set of ears. Everyone besides them appeared too preoccupied with their own duties and worries to care about the gossip shared between the Jarl and the famous Lothbrok boy.

Hvitserk looks at the older man with a frown.

“My brothers and I have risked our lives for your cause, Jarl Friedgeir,” he reminds the ruler. “I have no interest in breaking your trust. You know that already.”

“Good.” Friedgeir pats Hvitserk’s shoulder. He must be unaware of his strength as the gentle slaps are actually quite forceful, making Hvitserk answer his own question about crushing bones. Friedgeir can definitely turn someone’s skeleton into dust with a squeeze. “My wife mustn’t ever hear what I’m about to tell you. That girl…” he makes a pause and points his finger at the healer, “I think she might be a bird.”

Taken aback, Hvitserk looks up and down the Jarl.

“Did the Swedes hit you on the head?” he asks half-heartedly.

“I wish it was that. But no.” Friedgeir laughs bitterly and shakes his head. A shadow of melancholy flies past his sun-damaged face only to reside inside his silver eyes as a teary glint. “I always knew there was something strange about her but I came to understanding only after seeing the great viziers of the East and their pets locked in golden cages.”

Hvitserk glances towards the healer. His eyes follow her like hawk in hopes of some enlightenment that would make Friedgeir’s words clearer to him. Alas, she appears as she did before - enticing and human.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t understand.”

The Jarl lets out a sigh.

“Just look, dear Hvitserk. See the colourful dress like a parrot’s feathers.” Hvitserk has never heard of something called a parrot, so he is left to assume that they must look nothing like the birds in Norway. “And look at men’s faces when she talks to them. Pain and suffering change into hope and peace. The only time I’ve seen that was when one of the viziers asked his angry guests to listen to his oriole singing. After an hour, no one remembered what they were fighting about.”

Time as if slows down as Hvitserk is watching the healer sit on the edge of a cot belonging to a dying man. She holds his hand tightly and tirelessly wipes cold sweat from his forehead. The warrior is stuttering, fever and pain making his wants incomprehensible. The woman sitting beside him only nods her head, offering a warm smile and a short response. Soon, the man falls limp. His eyes turn blank as his head rolls lifelessly to the side. The healer squeezes the corpse’s hand and only then gets up to continue her work. A pair of healthy warriors wrap up the body in blankets only to carry it away, to the place where a great pyre will burn after nightfall.

Hvitserk is more intelligent than the jarl. More perceptive. He’s seen geese flying southwards when winter was coming, only to come back after snow thaws. But not her - she stayed until the warriors’ skin turned cold and grey. Let go of dead hands only after the heart stopped, never earlier.

“She’s not a bird,” the young Lothbrok speaks up. Friedgeir looks at him curiously. “Can’t you see?” he asks with a chuckle on his tongue. “She must be a Valkyrie, leading fallen warriors to the gates of Odin's hall.”

The Jarl only nods slowly, pondering Hvitserk’s words. 

“If she is, perhaps death isn’t a too high price to be by her side.”

But he’s too young to be this patient and Hvitserk has to find a reason to be beside her now.

You’re taken aback when someone suddenly takes the wooden crate from your hands. The unexpected helper reveals himself to be none other but Hvitserk with a playful grin on his face. Despite giving all he could in the battle, just hours prior, he appears to still be vigorous as though the fight was a mere warm-up.

The man puts the heavy crate on his shoulder, securing it with one arm. What has given you backpain and cold sweat, seems like no chore to him. The Ragnarsons really are a different strain.

“Where do you want this?” he asks casually.

“At the pyre.” You point in the vague direction of where the bodies will be burned. “Illness thrives within the old, used dressings.”

Hvitserk begins wandering to the place you have pointed out and, not sure why, you begin to follow him. His strides are long and sure, his breathing calm and steady. He hardly fits the image of a man who had to fight like a rabid dog to survive just earlier that day.

“Are you not tired afer the battle?” you ask him. Confusion slips past your words.

“I am.” Hvitserk glances at you. It’s a quick look but you manage to notice him staring you up and down. “But I thought you might need help. You’ve been tending to the wounded for hours.”

A melodic, light chuckle escapes your lips.

“You’ve been watching me?”

His playful half-grin turns into a genuine smile. Staring at the road ahead, he almost looks bashful.

“I have a habit of admiring enticing things,” Hvitserks admits.

You feel your cheeks burning at the nonchalant compliment but you don’t let him notice that. Neither do you let his sweet words distract you.

“Then you must lead a busy, beautiful life.”

The man’s voice seems faraway and absent as he answers, as though his mind is suddenly occupied with vivid daydreams:

“Not yet.”

The noise of the camp is inaudible now. Only pine trees and wild berries accompany Hvitserk and you. A murder of crows suddenly takes flight as you pass by. Their cawing echoes through the empty forest.

You can’t quite put a finger on this sensation but something about Hvitserk makes you feel warm and calm inside. It’s the same feeling one experiences when sitting in front of a warm hearth after spending long hours in the cold. When the blood begins flowing again and the relief of not freezing to death is forgotten, the warmth and safety make one sleepy and giddy. But how can a man make you feel the same as a fireplace on a cold night?

Hvitserk sets the crate down with a low thud. The sound shakes you awake from your thoughts. A strong, putrid smell of blood, fresh wood and animal fat fills your nostrils. Even after all those years, it never gets easier to prepare people for their final journey.

“Thank you,” you begin awkwardly. Some more anxious part of you is suddenly terrified that he will somehow learn of your thoughts about him. “I don’t know if I could have carried it by myself all the way here.”

His lips curve into a sly grin and you can tell he’s about to weave a string of charming words but something about him distracts you instantly. Hvitserk’s shirt, once greyish-beige, is now brown and crimson. Not thinking much, you suddenly grab his arm. He doesn’t even get a chance to protest when you roll up his sleeve to reveal a, re-opened wound.

“Your hand is bleeding,” you state.

Hvitserk is unsure whether your stern gaze scares him or excites.

“It’s nothing.”

He tries to roll his sleeve back down but you swat his arm away. Pushing down on his shoulder, you force him to sit down on the ground with you.

“Well, it’s definitely going to scar,” you say quietly as you inspect the deep cut in his skin. “But the good news is, some women like men with scars. I know I do.”

You take out a sewing needle made from animal bone. For practicality, you’re used to wearing it pinned somewhere in your clothing. After all, one can never know when they might need it like when a handsome, charming Viking suddenly needs his wound stitched. Gods work in mysterious ways, truly…

A drop of blood drips from the wound each time you push the needle through the pale skin. Hvitserk is impressively collected - he only grunts a few times and clenches his teeth. 

“All done,” you whisper more to yourself than him. In a quick, mechanical manner you wipe the skin of his arm again and roll down the sleeve of his shirt. 

You’re standing up when Hvitserk decides he’s not quite done being the apple of your eye:

“How hurt does a man have to be for you to stay around longer?”

As though he didn’t just get stabbed eigh times in his cut and bruised arm, he’s staring at you with than same insufferable mischieviousness that you’ve grown to love so much. Sometimes you wonder whether this is exactly the reason he’s never had trouble charming women.

“A broken rib would do it,” you say with a shrug. “Or you could just ask.”

Suddenly, Hvitserk jumps to his feet. A newfound fire is burning inside him - a flame known only to those, whose affections are returned.

“Please?”

Jokingly, you frown at him.

“I didn’t know the Lothbroks knew such words,” you say in a surprised tone.

You feel his fingers dragging up your arm until his palm gently brushes against your cheek. The skin of his hand is dry and calloused, standing in a stark opposition to its owner.

“We hold it for special occasions.” Hvitserk’s voice is low, almost raspy.

“And me standing here is somehow special?”

“You don’t even know,” he whispers. His breath is hot against your cheeks. But how can a man make you feel the same as a fireplace on a cold night?

“Then tell me.”

At that moment, he knows he will have his entire life to remind you just how special you are to him; he will have his whole saga to love a Valkyrie.

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[underscorewriting]

Hello !

How are you doing?

Could you make a one shot where your the ragnarsons little sister ( your 5 yrs old and ragnar and a witches daughter ) and they don't know you exist but you come with bjorn from a raid and you meet them andyou just capture everyones heart .

And you give hope to the people of kattegat because you are a powefull witch and they think you are a god

Maybe they find out your powers when you save someone from death with your powers?

Thank you!

Oh my god, I love that idea!! Sorry that it took me sooo long to write this, but here it is now!! ^^ I kinda changed it a bit, hopefully you don't mind too much!! :)

The lost daughter

Brother!Ragnarssons x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sigurd being a dick, Angst?

Words: 2.414 (think this one's my longest story!!)

Emotions were all she ever knew. Bad ones, painful ones. She didn't understand why she felt them so intense, whenever something happened. People usually got hurt very badly if she got upset. A little girl that could kill people in the most torturous way possible, without even having to move a single finger or having the thought in mind.

The town she lived in always said that her "witch" of a mother was the reason behind this cursed child. They tried hurting her but she ran, she ran straight into a group of men. No not just men, women were there too. Women she couldn't help but stare at. None of the people in her town looked like them.

Her town was called Wessex, rumors were that in the earlier years, vikings have already been there, even had a deal with the great king Ecgberht. But that was years ago, way before the little girl was even born.

The man in front of the group smirked slightly before he leaned down to her height. "Now who might you be? You wouldn't know where a witch named Meredith lives, would you?" The man studied her features, each one identical to her mothers, except the ocean blue eyes. A feature left from her father.

Taking a step back she tripped over her own leg only to be caught by the man in front of her. He wore his hair in a braid and his beard was longer than she ever saw anyone wear. His eyes didn't hold any danger in them, maybe curiosity, but nothing she had to be scared of. Calming her nerves slightly she stood up straight again.

"witch?" She tilted her head confused, not understanding what that word really meant, only hearing it when someone insulted her mother. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "My momma was no witch! She was a healer and helped lots of people!" Pushing away from him, she heard something snap behind the man.

A man holding his arm, which was twisted in a weird angle. The man was screaming in pain as his legs twisted as well, painfully bringing him to his death. It took the little girl some time to snap out of her emotions and look over to the man, only to gasp at the state of the man.

Covering her eyes quickly with her hands she turned away, a quiet sob escaping her. The other men gasped in fear, she had to be blessed by the gods they thought. "By the gods it is true!" The man with the braid laughed and pulled her into his chest. "You are coming home with us, little one. Bet you want to meet your family!" Peeking through her fingers she nervously chewed her lip. She wasn't sure if she could trust him, but her momma once told her a story about a man she could always trust if he ever came to her. A man named Ragnar Lothbrok.

The man, who was carrying her, didn't look exactly how her mother explained, but his icy blue eyes reminded her of him. "Are you Ragnar Lothbrok?" Her voice came out in a whisper as she held onto him. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he put her down on the boat. "I am his son, Björn Ironside. My father and I were often here in Wessex, he met a woman, a healer he used to tease by calling her a witch, they shared a bed and later on rumors spread, that she was with his child. You. I am your brother, we're going to Kattegat, our fathers home. Our home."

Confusion settled in the little girls chest, she didn't fully believe him, but somehow she thought she could trust him. The hope of having a family battling the fear of getting killed or worse.

They traveled for months on no end, the little witch started to enjoy the sea. She learned many things thanks to her brother. The gods became her favorite topic, next to her having four more brothers back at home. Giggling she ran over to Björn. "Brother! When will we arrive?" Excitement settled in her bones as she held onto his hand, looking up to him with wide eyes. Björn couldn't help but smile slightly at how excited she was. "We will arrive soon, look."

When she looked into the distant she saw land becoming bigger, they were close, just about to reach it. She was nervous, he had warned her about how different each brother is, but she was excited. Excited to see a family she longed for. Excited for a land that would also belong to her in some way.

As they arrived she was nervous, people looked at her weirdly, making her scared that she might hurt someone. Björn was walking in the front with her, three men waiting for them in a big hall. The girl had already heard a lot about them and could easily tell who each one of them was. But one wasn't here, she was disappointed.

The men looked at Björn confused. "Welcome home, brother. I see you did not return alone, who is that child?" Ubbe smiled slightly walking up to them. "She's our sister. Father laid with a woman from Wessex, she was a healer I got to know her a bit." The little girl started fidgeting with her hands, trying to release some of her stress. Ubbes eyes found hers, she could only see kindness in them.

A chuckle came from where the other two stood, the blonde man laughing at how ridicules this sounded. "Be serious, brother. You couldn't possibly believe something that stupid." Sigurd was being gruesome, looking at the child in disgust at how her clothes looked. She was no child of Ragnar for him. she didn't look like one either. Sneering he gave her one last glare as he walked away.

Biting her lip she looked to the ground, counting the seconds and minutes so she could calm down. A sigh came from the other three men. Hvitserk slowly made his way towards her kneeling down so he was her height. A smile forming on his face as he studied her eyes, the blue reminding him of his little brother. Even the white in her eyes was a little blue.

„Looks like Ironsides is telling the truth.“. A grin spread on Hvitserk face as he stood up straight. Soon there was a clicking sound to be heard. Ivar came into the great hall, wondering what all the noise is about, having only heard parts of it. „Gods would you just keep it down, Hvitserk.“

Fear settled in her stomach, she was terrified of meeting Ivar ever since Björn told her all the stories about him. When her eyes finally met his she couldn't help but flinch. His eyes matched hers the most. They were almost identical and a giddy smile formed on her face, before she could stop herself. With him it was the clearest that he was her brother. "I heard Sigurd whine about our brother having found some bastard child from father, that couldn't seriously be his..."

Ivar leaned down towards the little girl, tilting his head slightly, inspecting her, before grinning like a lunatic. "But as I see she looks more like a child of Ragnar than he does." Hvitserk laughed and Ubbe couldn't help but grin a little at Ivars statement. All of them were nervous for his reaction, since he was the hardest to please, but somehow her eyes made him realize it the quickest.

The little girl couldn't believe how easy they all accepted her and included her in everything. Everyone except Sigurd. He spread the rumors of her having some powers, but instead of making the people be disgusted of her they started admiring her, bringing her brothers gifts for her. Every person in Kattegat thought she was a god. How couldn't she be? A child of the great Ragnar Lothbrok, it was about time one of them had to become a god.

Even her brothers sometimes believed it, but they also soon learned that her power held a lot of danger. Ivar was the first to notice that her eyes, like his, told in what situation her powers would be. If they were blue in the whites, then it was dangerous for her to interact with a lot of people meaning, keeping her with Ubbe and Hvits would be the wisest decision. Of course they trusted Ivar with her, but most of the times Ivar himself was somewhat worried about upsetting her too much.

On her good days she would walk with her crippled brother through the market, helping him get things and later on hearing about all the adventures he went on. She wouldn't tell but she did like him the best, since he understood her the most. Ubbe was a close second. Björn left for another raid soon after he brought her to the others, which sandend her the most was that he didn't even say goodbye.

She loved her brothers very much, even Sigurd. Ivar was very protective of her when it came to him. He was never allowed too close to her or to be alone with her. It was rare that Ivar cared that much, but he knew how cruel Sigurd could be if he wanted to, and he didn't want her to go through the same things he himself went through.

During a feast late at night she sat with her brothers, giggling and laughing as Hvitserk told her the funniest stories and Torvi braiding her hair, she felt whole. Ivar was sitting in the throne looking over the people, seeing how they looked at his sister in fear, he liked that they feared her even if they thought she was a god, but he also knew how it upset her that they avoided her at all costs when she was close.

Sigurd hated everything about her actually being treated like all of his brothers, like an actual child of Ragnar even though Ragnar himself never even knew her. On this particular night he drank one too many cups of ale and his company wouldn't stop talking about how great her powers are and how she was the hope for the people in Kattegat. The hate he felt for Ivar was nothing compared to the hate he felt for her. It made him see red, he got up and walked straight up to her as she was wandering around the hall, looking at different things.

Ivar was watching her carefully, making sure nothing could happen. Sigurd grabbed her arm forcefully making her stop and turn towards him, a gasps escaped her. Looking up to him she gave him an excited smile. "Brother! Are you enjoying the feast? Ubbe said I may not try the ale yet because-" But he interrupted her by grabbing her face hard and squishing her cheeks together. "I am not your brother! Neither are they!" He pointed to were Ubbe and Hvitserk were laughing together. "Just because Ragnar laid with some bitch in Wessex doesn't make you anything to us! Oh and Ivar? He's playing his own games, he only keeps you around so that you can help him archive the power he wants!" A smirk was on Sigurds face as he watched how tears streamed down her cheeks and how her lip quivered.

Sadly for him he did not notice the blue of her eyes and how she was further away from the others, to calm her powers. One might think that the ax hitting him in the back was her, but people tend to forget how hotheaded Ivar the boneless was, now that he seemed calm compared to his sister. Ivar couldn't help it and threw the ax, hearing his brothers harsh and hurtful words, making him not realize what he was doing as his hand found the weapon.

Ivar didn't mean to kill his brother, panic spread in his chest as he quickly limped over to the two of them. The little girls eyes were wide and still filled with unshed tears as she did her best to keep Sigurd upright. Of course she was upset with him, but he was still her beloved brother, even if he didn't see himself that way.

The hall quieted down quickly. Hvitserk and Ubbe were quick to join their siblings helping the girl to carefully lay down their brother. Both shot daggers with their eyes at Ivar, who was slightly trembling, scared to have actually killed him. Ubbe tried to pull her away from Sigurd, not wanting her to see so much blood at such a young age, not caring about viking tradition at this point. This was her brother dying, she shouldn't see him like that.

But she had other plans. As if it was instinct, she pulled away from Ubbes hold and pulled the ax out of Sigurds abdomen. Her hands covering in blood as she pressed them onto the open wound applying as much pressure as she can before closing her eyes, saying a quiet prayer to the gods. Repeating the prayer over and over again in barely a whisper her eyes shot open, the blue now seeming like it glowed, making the men around her flinch slightly.

They all saw the wound healing. It healed quickly, way quicker than anything else and her eyes soon stopped glowing as the wound was completely gone and Sigurs eyes snapped open. The little girls eyes closed slowly as she released him from her grip and dropped exhausted to the ground, making Hvitserk quickly catched her head, before it hit the floor, picking her fully up. All of them were silent for a moment as they listened to Sigurds heavy breathing.

None of them could believe how blessed they were, having a sister as strong as her. It didn't matter to them if she was a god or a simple witch blessed by them. All that mattered to them was that she was safe and taken care of. She was so young with such great power. A power she needed help with, a power that they all had to tame with her. But it was alright, if that's what it takes for her to feel loved and needed.

The Ragnarssons could not hide the fact that their sister was the reason they all connected fully again. She truly was a blessing from the all father.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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[knight-of-flowerss]

she-bear : chapter one

navigation | warnings : inspector calls reference, nameday instead of birthday | a/n : hiii so I know this isn't really good but I'm very ill and can't think straight but I wanted to atleast get one chapter done! | wattpad | tags : @thethreeeyed-raven , @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @thelirofnorthlands , @naaladareia , @not-that-syndrigast

Even when I was a child all I ever saw was war, death and sorrow but even through all the sadness, there was a sort of beauty.

My grandmother always told me that if I couldn't find a beauty in something depressing then there was no point in living in this dog eat dog world.

My father always hated that I thought like that. I don't blame him though, he was jealous. He was jealous he couldn't have that childlike optimism as he faced death and savagery almost every day as he is a well known Lord and General. I'm glad he isn't like me though, being so high ranked in an large army, you need a hard head, not to be blessed with the spotlight of pink and intimate lighting.

My mother was a stern woman, if you had done something wrong, disobeyed her rules, basically anything she didn't like, you would be punished. She would spank you in front of a cross with Jesus Christ on it as you begged for his forgiveness and if you didn't beg good enough, she would leave bloody marks.

But that was only the part where you misbehaved, my mother loves us but she can lose her temper quickly which is why I'm thankful for my youngest sister, Greta.

Because of Greta's young age she is very impressionable, she is the apple of my mothers eye, she calms her down and convinces her to at least ease on the force of her punishment.

My grandfather, Bernhard, is one of the bravest men I have ever met. He was like my father, a general, it runs in our blood to be leaders of great army's, to make our mark in history. The reason why he is the bravest men I have ever met is because when he was young, on his 46th name day, he and my grandmother found out that he was sick, really sick. They advised him not to battle, to let someone else to take over. But my grandfather is too prideful for that, he would rather die and meet our saviour and creator early than sit by, not serve his country and die as a weak frail man.

He was told he wouldn't last to see his 48th name day but that was thirty two years ago and he is still holding on yet his health is rapidly declining, I fear he might go soon.

My older siblings are Valda, Stefan and Elsa. Valda and Stefan are twins, always arguing but always sharing secrets. Even though Stefan is a man and Valda is a woman, most the time it's like they've switched roles. Stefan is the brains and Valda is the brawn.

Elsa is a woman grown, the oldest. Many whisper about her and call her crazy, yet she is not. Elsa and her late husband where head in heels in love, getting married at a young age, Elsa being only 20 and her sweetheart being 22, sadly three years later, only 7 months ago, he got killed in battle, defending his fallen brethren against the pagans.

My family isn't the most perfect but we get by. We carry on our bloodline and make centuries of our ancestors proud, 'Es lebe Haus Godfrey, es lebe unsere Krieger, es lebe Deutschland'. [long live house Godfrey, long live our warriors, long live Germany.]

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[ritual-unions]

Misunderstandings

Pairings: Hvitserk x OFC

Setting: modern day

Warnings: NSFW, vulgar language, mentions of oral sex

Word count: 1,800+

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

Notes: as far as I’m concerned Hvitserk could talk a fish into flying, it’s that damn cheeky smile.

Hvitserk does not typically engage with the women Sigurd brings around. His little brother tends to hang out with the meek, quiet girls, who blend in nicely to the walls. This new one is different. She is almost too cool for his little brother. Hvitserk knows this the moment she walks into their group. He isn’t sure if it is her flouncy skirt or platform heels she adorns or the way she makes eye contact with each person she’s introduced to, but she is not the typical prototype for Sigurd. 

The football stadium is loud, louder than usual as this is the qualifying match for the finals. Hvitserk’s hopes are high, the team’s striker is the best in a long time, since before he was born, and longer still, to his father’s youth. He figures it is just as well that Ragnar is not there, not that his father had been around since Hvitserk was 10 years old. 

Hvitserk is convinced that his missing father might be the bad luck charm that had brought such a dark cloud over the national team all those years earlier. 

Hvitserk chews on the toothpick he swiped on the way out of the pub earlier that day, switches the beer in his hand from one to another, shaking the new girl’s hand, introducing himself briefly before turning his attention back to the game. Ubbe reaches across Hvitserk’s back offering his own hand and name, throwing in a smile and a comment about how it was always nice to meet his younger brother’s girlfriends. 

“I don’t think she’d fuck him.” Hvitserk can hear Ivar’s not so subtle comment from the other side of Ubbe. 

“Oh I’m not his girlfriend,” Saga blushes, turning to smile shyly at Sigurd. 

“Saga plays the keys with the band on Tuesdays.” Sigurd all but yells over the roaring crowd. Hvitserk half leaps out of his seat at the “almost” goal against his team. His team, his brothers hardly care which direction the final score lands. Ubbe knows most of the players and the coaches names and watches matches with him on the television but that is as far as his involvement goes. Sigurd and Ivar are only there to kill time on a Saturday afternoon, hoping to witness a fist fight but win or lose they will go home satisfied. Not for Hvitserk, his heart bleeds the team’s colors. Their success is his success. He can still remember, 7 years of age, the time Ragnar had taken him and Ubbe to their first home match. The crowd had been wild, thrumming with excitement. The chanting alone had left his ears ringing for hours to come. Most of all, he remembers the way Rangar had looked at him, eyes lighting up in elation as he watched his sons cheer. Hvitserk had caught his gaze by accident but the smile that pulled across his father’s face was a look he had not since forgotten. 

Today is just as loud as his first game. Hvitserk easily ignores the conversation flowing behind his back between Saga and Ubbe. She giggles, smiling at his older brother’s cheeky remarks about the smell of stale beer and how Hvitserk is sitting so awkwardly on the edge of his seat. 

“I made a bet that they will lose 2-1.” Hvitserk can barely hear Ivar over the man a row behind them who was shouting at the referee, but Hvitserk shoots his youngest brother a side-eyed glare. Ivar doesn’t seem to feel his piercing stare as he looks down at his phone, instead consumed with the bright glow of the home screen of the betting app he uses so often. 

Sigurd laughs, pulling out his own phone. “Make the same bet for me, I’ll send you money now.” 

Ubbe’s hand claps on to Hvitserk’s shoulder shaking his frame, as if to say - ignore them, a gesture that causes Hvitserk to roll his eyes. He is old enough to know when to ignore his brothers. 

Hvitserk glances at Saga who is enjoying the sight of two shirtless men painted red, arms clasped over one another’s shoulders as they sing loudly and off tune. 

The game is paused for an injured player but the crowd doesn’t not stop vibrating with excitement. 

“Why are you here?” Hvitserk asks, reaching over Saga’s head for the aluminum can of beer Sigurd has bought for him. Saga laughs at his bluntness. “I mean what brought you to the country?” 

Because you are so clearly not from here, Hvitserk wants to say but sips his beer instead. 

Saga takes the bottle of water offered to her by Sigurd and cracks open the lid. “Oh, my parents always wanted to live in one of the Scandinavian countries and my father got a job here this year so I followed along.” She shrugs her shoulders as if this is a completely normal thing to do, uproot your entire adult life to follow your parents across a vast ocean. 

“But you are - ” Hvitserk hesitates, not wanting to make an assumption. 

“American, and can only speak English and say a few words in Norwegian. I’m trying to learn more.” She bluntly states.

“I thought your ‘hello’ was good,” Sigurd offers as encouragement. Hvitserk can hear Ivar snickering into his drink. 

“We can teach you more.” Ubbe smiles at her before taking a sip of his beer. 

Hvitserk can not hear her reply as the game starts back up again and does not hear her voice again until half time. 

“I think they have a chance,” Saga says quietly as Sigurd and Ivar bicker over where they would go after the game and Ubbe has left for a piss. 

Hvitserk sits back in his seat, eyeing Saga as she casually crosses her legs, knit stockings slipping, showing off the warm skin beneath her skirt. 

“Haaland is their best chance,” Saga says, nodding at the striker warming up on the field. “But I don’t think they’ll win tonight.” 

“Why?” Hvitserk tries to not let the annoyance seep through his voice. 

“Intuition,” Saga shrugs her shoulders. “Call it a gut feeling.” 

The bitter laughter that rumbles out of Hvitserk’s belly is unwanted but he cannot help find his situation funny. Here he is, surrounded by doubters and naysayers. He is the team’s only hope. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk set his drink on the ground between his feet, rubbing his chilled fingers on his pants legs. “A bet then, my team is going to win.” 

“Okay, you’re on.” Saga reaches out her hand but before Hvitserk can clasp her hand in his own, she says, “what does the winner receive?” 

The teams are taking their positions on the field and the crowd roars with enthusiasm. Hvitserk shrugs, eyeing each player as they make their way across the grass. Saga smiles, leaning closer to his ear so he can hear. “I don’t know you well enough to know what I want from you.” 

Hvitserk laughs, that is a cop-out answer. He knows exactly what he wants if he wins. “You can have whatever.” 

“I’ll know what I want when I win.” Saga’s smile is a little too cheeky for someone he has only just met. 

“Fine.” Hvitserk waves his hand in dismissal, his team will win so he is not worried about the repercussions. He mutters briefly in Norwegian - “You can suck my dick.” 

Saga’s eyes are wide and searching for a moment. Hvitserk tugs at the lob of his ear worried that he has offended her, that she might actually understand more of his native tongue than she has let on. 

“Just want to help you learn,” he mumbles around the lip of his beer. There is a rush of emotions that pass over Saga’s face. A frown deepens between her brows, she tugs at the necklace sparkling at her collarbone, then she smiles nodding her head. 

“Yes,” she replies smiling mischievously as she eyes the game unfolding before her then back at Hvitserk. “Whatever you say, Hvitserk, but I am going to win.”

****

He has won, his team has won with no thanks given to his brothers or the new girl’s skepticism. 

He did not really mean what he said when he told Saga she had to give him a blow job if his team won but looking at her now, smiling lips wrapping around the narrow end of neck of the beer bottle in her hand, her wool stockings stopping right below the edge of her skirt, the pale skin of her thighs briefly peaking out with each swish of her hips, he can’t help but imagine what she might look like kneeled before him.  

The group have somehow made it back to the flat Sigurd calls home. His little brother has turned up the music obnoxiously loud for seemingly no reason. It is only the five of them in the living room, and Ivar looks annoyed enough to leave without saying goodbye to anyone. 

From across the room, Hvitserk cannot hear the words coming out of Saga’s mouth but he can tell by the reaction on Sigurd’s face that what she is saying to him is not good. 

Hvitserk’s arm wraps around Saga’s frame, pulling her away from Sigurd’s exclamations of anger before she can find out the exact meaning behind Hvitserk’s previous terms to their bet. 

She is saying something to him but he cannot hear her over the music or Sigurd’s shouting. Hvitserk waves his little brother away, pulling Saga to the corner until he can see her lips moving properly. 

He frowns, looking down at her. What is she saying? She repeats the phrase a little slower this time. The syllables thick on her tongue as though she’s had a Novocain shot in her mouth and can no longer speak correctly. He laughs, suddenly understanding, she is trying to speak Norwegian to him, though she is failing miserably. Whatever it is that she is trying to say, makes no sense to him.

He shakes his head, hiding his smile around the lip of his beer bottle, but she knows he is mocking her.

“Fine,” Saga says in English, nodding her head towards the hallway. “A bet is a bet.” 

Hvitserk laughter is throaty and he looks up at the ceiling as if in disbelief. He supposed Sigurd did get the chance to tell her his meaning. That he wanted her to suck his dick if his team won. His cock twitches slightly at the thought. He hopes she is not just messing around with him. 

He finds her gaze once again, staring at him so intently, a serious look on her face. He opens his mouth to reply but her fingers threads through his and he finds himself walking down the hallway with a girl he has only just met. 

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[its-me-jessi]

I Wish I Were Her PT 6 - Finale

Pairing: Hvitserk X Reader

Summary: Y/N and Hvitserk finally find their way to each other.

Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Right now?!”, I furrowed my brow at him, “Weren't you about to go somewhere?”

“I still am.”, he kept grinning, “but now with you as my date – come on!”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. Multiple senses were suddenly working at full speed. I could hardly decide on which I should concentrate on most. The woody scent of his perfume filled my nose, the warmth of his touch spread not only through my hand, but throughout my whole body, from my feet all the way up to my cheeks, and my vision was filled with his attractive features, his captivating smile, and his pair of eyes in whose pupils I was reflected.

On our way out, he asked me, "Have you ever played billiards?"

"Let's just say I tried once," I smiled awkwardly and shrugged, "why? Is that what we're going to do tonight?"

"Only if you like. We can also just have a snack, a drink..." he suggested.

"We'll see!", I smirked up at him, as he held the passenger door of his car open for me.

Normally I'm not very keen on trying new things and rarely move out of my comfort zone but with him, I thought to myself as he made his way around his car, it's easier for me and I was even looking forward to whatever he had up his sleeve that evening.

Turning the car keys and simultaneously pressing the button activating the seat heating Hvitserk started driving. "How thoughtful.", I thought, sinking into the warming seat.

Who needs a perfectly planned out date when all that matters is the person you spend the date with. Hvitserk made the very spontaneous date perfect, just the way it was. A billiards and dart bar would not have been my first choice for a date night, but it turned out to be the unthinkable best choice. We had the most delicious but also most spicy cheese nachos thanks to the jalapenos. They must have been harvested directly in hell. Luckily, they had milk there. How on earth could Hvitserk eat that without even making a face, except for the moments when he laughed heartily when I fanned myself or took a big gulp of the milk. "Be honest, it's more me than the nachos, isn't it?", he secretly teased me, and I poked him in the shoulder as I emptied my glass. "Oh, shut up!", I said, followed by a laughter. “But you didn’t deny it!”, he grinned at me.

“Which of you two lovebirds is up for playing billiards?”, one of his friends called out and therefore I got around an answer.

And who would have thought that I would also get along quite well with his friends and not just because they let me win at billiards. But seriously now, I'm really bad at billiards. If Hvitserk hadn't helped me so often, I wouldn't have won even then. Although you could have thought I was doing badly on purpose, just to have Hvitserk close to me, to feel his chest against my back and his hands on mine when he showed me again and again how to hold the billiards cue correctly. Who knows? Everything’s possible. We will never know. 

Either way, at least I could score true at darts, even without help. So, I honestly earned the drink bought by the loser of the round, which happened to be Hvitserk. "Because you distracted me!" he argues, but I argue otherwise. I may or may not have distracted him purposely by giving him the glad eye.

A few hours and drinks later we left the bar. Hvitserk had kindly offered to drive me home. I did not drink much, however, to get my car and drive myself was too risky at that point. I would go to pick up my car first thing tomorrow, until then it was well kept in front of Ivar and Hvitserk's apartment. 

And I was definitely in safe hands, too. I felt so comfortable with him, especially here in his arms, enclosed in what was intended to be a it’s-been-a-great-evening-I’ll-see-you-around-hug.

“Um, well…”, he loosened his embrace, "I guess I'll see you...."

“Actually…”, I started. Standing there, feeling like my heart is about to jump out of my chest, I realized I didn't want the evening to be over yet and most of all I didn't want him to leave just yet.

“Would you like to come in for coffee... or something?”, I asked, hoping the offer wouldn't come across weird.

“If you don't mind.”, he smiled down at me, starring directly into my eyes, “I’d actually love to… come in for a coffee or something.” And there he went teasing me again, didn't he?

“Come on in!”, I said, opening the door to my small apartment, and simultaneously reaching around the corner, turning the light on.

“Make yourself at home!”, I said gesturing to the suede couch, “I'll get us coffee.”

While I waited for the coffee maker to warm up, I heard Hvitserk walking through the living room, stopping here and there, then moving on. He was probably interested in all the embarrassing photos that hung on my walls and adorned my dressers. "Damn, I should have left the lights off," I joked to myself. 

Distracted by the loud sound of grinding coffee beans, I didn't notice Hvitserk joining me in the kitchen. I noticed him only when he turned my head to him and kissed me unexpectedly.

Completely caught off guard, I could hardly react, as he already loosened the kiss again. “I’m sorry, I just felt the urge to do it.”, he explained.

I grinned up to him like a Cheshire cat. “Fine by me.”, I said, “to be honest, I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

His lips twisted into a smirk before he lowered his hands to my hips, pulling me against him, granting my wish. Again. And again. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and I felt intoxicated.

He lifted me onto the kitchen counter and his lips worked wonders on my lips and on every part of my skin he could possibly reach at the moment.

"What about the coffee?", I asked breathing out.

“I don't want coffee.", he answered plainly, “All I want is you!” And that I gave him willingly.

When I woke up the next morning, under the warming blanket, nestled against Hvitserk's chest and enclosed in his arms I couldn’t feel any happier.

Slowly and gently, as not to wake him, I looked up at him and thought: “I no longer wish to be her. I am exactly where I belong. Right here. With him by my side.”

Thank you so so soo much for reading. Really, I am so grateful for you reading my stories. I really appreciate it and I don't take it for granted. 💚😇 I really hope you enjoyed reading the last part of “I Wish I Were Her”. Feel free to leave any kind of feedback. 😊

Have a good start into the new year!!🎉

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[literaryuppsala]

You all over me.

Title: You all over me by Taylor Swift.

Pairing: Hvitserk x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hvitserk is your first love. 

Words: 3517.

Warnings: SMUT! P in V, unprotected because he’s a viking, If you’re not, you still need It, there’s loss of virginity, oral (fem receiving), that’s kinda dark meaning reader and hvitty met she was underage, but nothing happened before she got older, either way i’d like to clarify that. I guess that’s all, either way proceed with caution. 

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. Here for you anon, the answer for your ask, If you’re out there, there she is, and answering the other one, I’ll make part 2 for her, just wait a little. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.  

Filth below the cut, enjoy ♥

It was a summer night, warm and humid. But just as the other days in Wessex, the cold wind was unrelentless. It rippled through your clothes, getting the skirt of your dress slightly damp, untying the intricate braids that keep your hair in place, sending goosebumps through your skin. You stood outside your room, on your balcony, looking up at the sky because you never saw it so clear, just like a dark blue sheet covered in tiny, sparkly dots. The stars shined as brightly as the moon, you couldn’t stop looking at it, you were in awe. 

“I’m afraid it's too late for you to be out here, your highness.” You heard Hvitserk’s voice from behind you and smiled to yourself. 

“It’s a wonderful, magnificent night, Lord Hvitserk…” You answered softly. “Too beautiful to be admired through stone railings… Don’t you think so?” 

“You shouldn’t be out here in plain sight.” He insisted, standing next to you. “You know we are under attack.” 

You sighed heavily, avoiding his gaze that you felt on yourself and looking straightforward, you answered under your breath. 

“I know, Lord Hvitserk… I know…” 

“Then why are you out here, putting yourself in danger?” He asked slightly angry, his stare burning holes in your skin but you still didn’t look back. 

Hvitserk made you nervous, he intimidated you. He was older, bigger and extremely beautiful, you were lost since day one. The first time you laid your eyes on him was the first time you ever saw a viking, you heard stories, but to actually see one of them, Hvitserk was the first. 

You were a young girl back then and you had to gather all your courage just to greet him. When he smiled back, your cheeks got flushed, a reaction that became a routine every time he was around. 

As you grew up, you watched the transformation that turned the viking into a christian man. A true friendship sparkled between himself and your father, king Alfred and, as the years went by, Hvitserk became Alfred’s most trusted man, to whom he would confide his darkest thoughts and deepest feelings, so much that the king just gave him a title and the permission to marry any saxon woman he wanted, but he didn’t. 

“I just wanted to take some air. Was suffocating inside my chambers the whole day.” You answered and Hvitserk did not miss the whiny tone. 

“You were there for protection. You don’t know what these men are capable of.” He insisted. 

“You do, don’t you, my lord?” You teased, a confident smile on your face when you finally looked at him. 

“Yes. I do.” He answered bitterly and your victorious grin immediately died on your lips. 

“Forgive me… Didn’t want to disrespect you.” You apologized shyly, looking away again.

“My past does not embarrass me, princess.” He smiled even though you couldn’t see It, you could hear it in his tone. “I’m a proud viking.”

“I thought you were a christian man now…” You mumbled under your breath.

Hvitserk approached carefully, cold lips touching softly over your ear, his beard scratching on your jaw. 

“Let’s make it our secret then.”  

You snapped looking at him, faces closer than you thought, your nose brushed against his, the warmth of his breathing touching your face, cheeks flushed at the sudden proximity. But just as fast as he came close, he withdrew, taking his warmth with him as he stood beside you. 

He smirked, looking forward and leaving you a little dizzy, your eyes searched his face for something else, any sign of interest but Hvitserk was a respectful man, he never tried anything with you, wouldn’t start all of a sudden. He kept you company, both of you in silence until you excused yourself and went back to your room.

Later, on that same night you were sitting at your dressing table, untying what was left of your braids, combing through the strands and undoing the knots created by the wind. Hvitserk’s face was all you could think about, but there wasn’t anything new about this, he was the only man to ever mess with your morals just by existing. 

You were promised since your very first breath, destined to marry the king of Mercia, It didn’t matter who he was. But It seemed that your heart had other plans for you. You had strong feelings for Hvitserk, you didn’t quite know when it happened, but as soon as you started to blossom as a young woman, the viking turned christian started to show up in your most secret dreams. 

You looked up, distracted by the beautiful night outside your window when a timid knock on your door dragged you out of your thoughts abruptly. You got up, covering your nightgown with your silk robe before walking towards the door to open It. 

“Princess.” He whispered, cheeks slightly flushed. 

“What are you doing here?” You gasped in shock. “It’s late.” 

“I know.” He answered nervously. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

The silence between you two was heavy, surrounding you both with the weight of everything you didn’t say. Swallowing hard, you moved backwards making room for him to enter and so he did, closing the wooden door behind him. 

You looked at him with hooded eyes, it took you some time to do something, but when it hit you, you untied your robe and let the garment fall to the ground. Hvitserk walked towards you, his hand finally touched your cheek, so softly you asked yourself If it was really there. 

“Tell me to go.” He begged, fingers tracing down your cheek. His thumb met the soft flesh of your lower lip and his eyes followed. “Tell me to go, princess.” 

“But… I don’t want you to.” You mumbled under your breath. 

Was like a magnet pulling you towards him, you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, you wanted to feel more, you needed to feel more. In an instant he was on you like a bear, as if he listened to your thoughts, kissing you feverishly. His lips moved against yours as he roughly opened ‘em up and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You quickly pulled away with widened eyes, hands on his chest keeping him away from you as you looked at him with further embarrassment. 

“I-I don’t… I don’t know what to do.” You confessed, blinking nervously at him. 

You had never been kissed. Your father told you since you were a little girl you should save yourself for your husband, your kisses too, and so you did, you obeyed. Hvitserk looked at you with worry on his features, you felt as his hesitation started to win, so you kept going, held his hand and pulled him closer again until your lips were almost touching.

“Teach me.” You begged breathlessly.

Hvitserk nodded and kissed you again. His hands found your hips and It felt like they belonged there, so did your arms around his neck, fingers on his hair. He was more patient this time, kissing your lips slowly, sucking on your lower lip, nipping at the flesh softly until you parted your lips inviting him in. His tongue massaged yours roughly, was messy and wet, but sent shivers straight to your core, a warmth you weren’t used to. 

He took you to bed, parted the kiss making you sit at the edge and kneeled in front of you, between your legs. His hands were calloused on your skin, the roughness from his life years caused a nice sensation on you. You gulped when he started to raise your gown and you raised your hips a bit just so he could roll up the garment on your waist until you were exposed under his hungry gaze. You shivered, his eyes met your naked core and he licked his lips. 

“Lay down, little one.” He mumbled and you nodded, obeyed without question. 

He held your ankles and raised your legs until your feet touched the mattress. You felt almost too exposed, but before you had any complaints to vent, you felt a wet pressure between your legs. You raised your head and looked down at him with a frown. 

“What-What are you d-doing?” You asked, but he didn’t answer, he just kept going, licking through your folds slowly. You felt the tingles, a strange feeling, different from everything you could ever make yourself feel. 

You weren’t a complete stranger to pleasure, you were a curious being by nature, you used your fingers on yourself and made yourself cum a few times, but your own fingers could never do what Hvitserk was doing with his tongue. 

He licked a fat strip through your core, the tip of his tongue teased your clit before he started sucking on the little nub, you hissed at the little shock he caused on your lower belly. 

“Oh sweet Lord.” You moaned, closing your eyes, gripping at the sheets under your body. 

He didn’t stop, his mouth was unrelenting, merciless. He circled your clit once again, tight and slow circles around your little bud making It grow swollen. He sucked on it steadily, his teeth brushed against the nub sending waves of pleasure through your body and causing more slick to pool in your core. You just knew his beard was glistening. 

You felt when Hvitserk’s forefinger traced the outline of your opening, went up and down your folds coating the tip with your wetness and his saliva, pressing It inside you a few moments later. Your vision got blurry, the burning sensation almost unbearable as he started to pump the tip of his finger in and out of you slowly, mouth still working on your clit. 

Unconsciously, one of your hands met the crown of his head, fingers plunged deep into his soft hair while your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his face you didn’t notice when his first knuckle disappeared inside you. Hvitserk groaned against your folds, greedily sucking on you until your orgasm started to form on your lower belly.

The stretch inside you grew bigger, the burning sensation was back and then you knew you had two of his fingers deep inside your pussy, he curled them up finding the sweet spot you could never reach with your own fingers and you mewled loudly. You tried to hold your moans, but Hvitserk’s name came out of your mouth like a song you couldn’t stop singing. 

The build up sensation finally snapped when he gave you a particular good squeeze, dragging from your lips the sweetest sounds. Your body arched against the bed and you trembled as you closed your legs on his face. 

He got up, face all shiny and glossy. He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand before standing in front of you. You raised your upper body on your elbows and looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Will you…” You didn’t finish the sentence, hoping to God he would understand what you meant. 

“What?” He smirked. 

“Please… Don’t make me say it.” Your cheeks flushed. 

“I would like to hear It.” He insisted, still standing in front of you, eyes on your naked, glistening core.

“Will you… Have me…” You mumbled, suddenly feeling self conscious of your body, sitting up and pushing your gown down your thighs. 

Hvitserk held your wrists making you stop, the spark was there again, the little shock between his hand and your skin. You looked up, hooded eyes focused on his face when he pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. He grabbed your other hand and pulled them towards his lips and kissed your knuckles, soft, wet lips making you feel funny. 

After a few seconds he took your hands to his clothes, fingers on the ribbon that kept his tunic in place. You were shaking, struggling to untie the ribbon but he helped you. Once you were done, he pulled the tunic over his head, letting it fall to the ground around his feet. 

“What’s this?” You asked in awe, tracing the intricate lines painted on his chest skin. 

“Memories of an old life.” He whispered, his hands quickly met your face and pulled you in for another kiss. Slower this time, gentler. 

His lips molded over yours and moved from side to side while he waited for you to follow, and so you did. He guided you patiently until you felt safer. Silently he asked for permission to invade your mouth with his tongue and so you let him. He growled against your mouth and approached more, his chest touching yours while his hands found their home on your hips. 

You felt when he started to push you down the bed, but you didn’t want to stop kissing him so you pulled him with you, arms crossed on his neck, his body falling over yours. His hand met the small of your back and he manhandled you until you were up on the bed. You gasped at the sudden movement and he laughed. 

“Sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s alright.” You mumbled. 

Hvitserk’s hands found the hem of your gown and you raised your hips so he could pass the garment up your waist. You swallowed hard before closing your eyes and raising your upper body and then your arms so he could pull the nightgown out of your body, leaving you completely bare under his gaze. 

“Gods you’re beautiful…” He whispered. “My very own Freyja.” 

He kissed you again, but didn’t stay long, taking his lips down your jaw, kissing your neck. He sucked purple marks from your skin while his hand landed between your thighs. You were slick all over, throbbing when his fingers dived through your folds. 

“You’re so wet…” He mumbled against your skin. “Tell me it’s all for me.” 

“It’s-It’s all for you!” You moaned. 

Two of his fingers were back inside you when his mouth found your right nipple. He sucked on the pebbled nub like a newborn baby, giving It kitten licks, brushing his teeth over the sensitive flesh. While scissoring his fingers inside you, Hvitserk started to suck on the other nipple, pulling It between his wet lips turning you into a moaning mess. 

“Hvitserk…” His name spilled out of your lips like honey, he grunted at the sound and looked up to you, blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

He pulled his fingers out of you carefully and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He shushed you while he shimmed out of his trousers, holding your left thigh up his waist. You closed your eyes and waited for him to do something, but he stayed there, tip teasing your entrance, arm on one side of your head. 

“Open your eyes.” He whispered and you obeyed again, looking at him with glossy eyes. “Hug me.” Your arms moved before you even registered his words, hugging him tightly. 

Hvitserk kissed your forehead, then your eyes and the tip of your nose. You smiled shyly and nodded, because you knew he was waiting for permission. He left your thigh for a brief moment, held the base of his cock firmly before lining it up with your opening. You whimpered when he rubbed his length through your folds, coating himself with your slick. 

You closed your eyes again, raised your head so your lips met with his sweaty forehead and gasped when his throbbing tip finally entered you. Hvitserk sighed heavily, his arm started shaking uncontrollably after so much time holding all his weight and he put the other one on the other side of your head. 

He pushed himself in a little more and you whined, the stretch and the burn weren’t intolerable, you almost felt good. You spreaded kisses on his forehead while he kept focused, desperately trying not to hurt you. You felt a warm liquid pooling from your opening and Hvitserk stopped moving, looking down between your bodies just to see his cock coated in your juices, painted on a light shade of pink. You sighed heavily before speaking again. 

“Please, move.” You begged breathlessly. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked at you again. 

“You can’t hurt me.” You answered, one of your hands was on his shoulder while with the other you held his face, lips barely touching while you looked into his eyes. 

You nodded again and he pulled back a little more just to push inside you again until he was finally bottomed out. You whined longer, eyes rolled back into your head while he was stretching you out to your limit. Tears gathered on the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall, but he kissed them dry.

“You’re not a virgin anymore.” He whispered against your temple and you smiled shyly. “How do you feel?” 

“Full.” You answered and he looked back at you, both of you smiling silly at each other. 

He stayed still inside you until your walls started to flutter and quiver around him, dragging soft moans from his lips. He still didn’t move, not until you nodded one more time and when you did it, so did he. He slowly pulled out, gently pushing back in, savoring every new inch of your pussy. 

“Kiss me.” He ordered breathlessly. 

You obeyed again, more used to the tongue kiss when he shoved your mouth with it and began a new rhythm, faster. You hissed and he stopped again, worried about your noises, but you quickly distracted him with another kiss. Wet and messy, making squelching noises just like the ones his hips dragged from yours. 

The first sign of pleasure slipped through your lips as a soft moan, so low he doubted you ever moaned at all. He moved again pressing back inside you making you moan one more time. 

“Sing to me, little bird.” He asked, increasing his pace. 

Heavy panting, soft moans and tiny whimpers started to slip through your mouth like a waterfall, uncontrollably. Your body started to jolt with Hvitserk’s rhythm and you instinctively opened your legs more, making more room for him to move. His chest rubbed against yours roughly, your breasts were pressed under him, his chest hair teasing your nipples. 

“You’re gripping me like a fist…” He moaned, hips starting to slap against yours. “Feels perfect… So perfect…” 

“You meant it?” You whined, the words slipping before you gave it a second thought. 

“My perfect Freyja.” He told you with a smile. 

You whimpered, moving your hips against his thrusts for the first time and Hvitserk grunted, face scrunching up in ecstasy. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you cried out, involuntarily pulling him in. 

He didn’t stop looking at you, focused on your expressions, staring at you like you were his most prized possession. Like you were his. He moaned softly, parted lips quivering while he moved faster, thrusting deep inside you like he wanted to merge both of your bodies. 

“Oh my God.” You breathed, feeling the same knot start to tight on your lower abdomen. 

“Cum for me little one, make a mess for me.” Hvitserk begged and you felt like you could combust at any minute. 

You hugged him tightly, pulled him in pressing his body in your arms, eyes closed and face hidden on his shoulders. He changed the angle of his hips finding your sweet spot again and took you just a few more thrusts for the coil to snap completely, dragging a long moan from you. Hvitserk followed right after, his thrusts got sloppy and a few moments later he came inside you, throbbed so fiercely you felt his seed coating your insides. His tired huff made you shiver completely and he let his body fall on top of yours. 

It took him a few more minutes to roll off of your body, he slipped out of you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. It didn’t last long though, he pulled you in making you lay down on his chest. His heart was beating so fast you could feel it against your face. You stayed like this for a moment until the silence started to bother you. 

“Who’s Freyja?” You asked without looking at him. 

“It’s a goddess from my people. The most beautiful of them all.” He answered softly. 

“You called me a goddess…” You whispered shyly, feeling your cheeks flush.

“I did.” He smiled, touching your chin gently and raising your head, making you look at him. “And I’d worship you every day of my life If I could.” 

“That’s heresy, Athelstan.” You grinned, using the christian name chosen for him.

“I would damn my christian soul, little one, for you.” He kisses your forehead, then your lips. “Everyday, without giving It a second thought.” 

“I guess we already condemned both of us.” You closed your eyes, rubbing your face on his chest, inhaling his scent, trying to carve it in your memory. 

He hugged you tightly, spreading kisses on the crown of your head. 

“I am sorry.” He sighed. 

“Don’t be. I was already yours even before that.” 

***

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[bouncehousedemons]

Lust

Rating: E Pairing: Hvitserk x female character, Ivar x female character (written in second person, regrettable use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, angst, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, brief mention of abortion Word count: 8k (7 chapters)

Summary:  Hvitserk liberates a farmer’s daughter from her quiet life in Northumbria, only to have his younger brother take a keen interest in her.

Read the full fic on AO3

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[popcorn1989]

18: That's a Plan

Characters: Ivar and Hvitserk

Warning: Nothing

Words: 1551

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Two more days until Ragnar and his crew, with Ubba, left Kattegat and explored a new land. Where they were going, Ivar didn't know, and it seemed that no one wanted to say. He sat at the table, with his head on his folded hands, again he caught himself counting the nuts in front of him, annoyed he rolled his eyes and flinched briefly when Hvitserk suddenly pulled the chair in front of him forward and sat down on it. He slammed his feet down on the table, dirt falling from his shoes as he did so. "Nothing... Nobody tells me anything..." - "Not to you either?" asked Ivar in astonishment, this was not like the people at all, they loved Hvitserk. "I should have fucking gone with Ubba, then I'd be going too in two days" Ivar leaned back and looked around annoyed "You repeat yourself quite a lot" he saw Hvitserk shrug his shoulder. "I'm just telling you the truth" Ivar was starting to get angry, at the moment everything immediately infuriated him.

But before he could say anything in reply, Hvitserk looked at him "Leave it, Ivar, I don't want to argue" he reached for the bowl with the thirty-five nuts. Yes, no matter how many times he counted them, he always came up with the same number. And as soon as Hvitserk started eating, he counted again, confused at himself, he shook his head and looked away. "Ivar?" his brother asked smacking his lips and stuffing more nuts into his mouth, "Didn't it ever occur to you that this was the opportunity......" - "Maybe you should make your mouth fuller, then I'll understand you better" His brother grinned and stuffed the nuts into his mouth and tried to say something. Ivar just shook his head in disbelief at his brother. Hvitserk put the bowl on the table and Ivar watched him try to chew. "Yes, I have thought about it" he said, knowing what his brother wanted to say. Astonished, he looked at him and raised an index finger. "Whatever you want to say, I'll do it without you" Now his brother looked at him frowning and swallowed. "Wait a minute, I'm not going to tell you not to do it" - "Good" said Ivar.

Hvitserk was just opening his mouth when Floki hit him on the shoulder. Ivar smiled when he saw Hvitserk flinch and turn to him. Floki looked at Ivar grinning, "Tell me old man, where are you going with my father?" Floki giggled and looked around, but there was no one in the great hall but them. "If I told you that, you young hairless chick, I'd have to kill you" - "But an old rooster like you gets to go?" - "Only the old are the wise and I don't see where you have become wise" - "You are an old fisherman without a boat if you think I won't learn" - "And you are the fish that goes on the line even though there is no bait on it" Floki spoke and they both looked at each other urgently. Hvitserk had looked from one to the other and looked rather as if he could not follow.

But then Floki and Ivar started grinning. "Tell me, where is your father?" Ivar raised his hands "If I told you that, old ass, I'd have to kill you" Floki chuckled up "Then I know where to find him. Thank you, Ivar" he patted Hvitserk's shoulder again and headed off to his father's private rooms, he was looking after Floki in amazement. "I don't know what's going on between you both, but it always confuses me" Floki had just disappeared through the curtain when Ivar looked at his brother, he was gathering the small pieces of nuts from the Bowl and eating them. "And I don't know what's going on with you, but I'm amazed how one can be so greedy" Hvitserk laughed "What I wanted to say..." he looked around again "Of course I'm with you Ivar, but you should know that I don't want to hurt or kill Sigurd" again Ivar raised his hands and looked shocked "I would never do that" but actually he wouldn't mind anything happening to Sigurd.

But he was torn, he was his brother, but had no feelings for him. Because Sigurd had already started making fun of him since they were little. They argued and fought, and of course he did the same with his other brothers. Even he and Hvitserk argued and fought and when this happened it always got out of hand, but it was forgotten the next day, besides Hvisterk never made fun of him for being a cripple, he even avoided calling him that unless they were in said argument. But he could never forgive Sigurd, and he never forgot any of it. He looked from his fingers back to his brother and realized that he didn't really believe him. "Hvitserk, do you really think I would kill one of my brothers?" It pained him somewhat that his brother believed that and Hvitserk took a long time to slowly shake his head, but if he was honest, he didn't really know himself.

"So... Fire?... Maybe...we should...tonight" Hvitserk spoke cautiously "No, definitely not tonight" - "Why?" - "As long as Ubba is here, we don't do anything" spoke Ivar, thinking back to how Ubba said that he could be quite different too, if Ivar doesn't refrain from teasing Sigurd. He didn't want to feel his wrath and for the first time he was even happy that his older brother was going with his father, even if he had liked to have his place. "That means we still have two more days, and we can think of something by then?" - "I don't have to think of anything, Hvitserk" - "You have a plan?" his brother asked, his eyebrows furrowed questioningly. Ivar nodded and asked him if he knew the Old Hut that stood outside Kattegat. It was built there so that hunters could stow their prey and continue hunting. But as Kattegat grew, the paths for the hunters became wider and wider, because the animals no longer approached the city, and the hut now stood abandoned.

"Yes, but what do you want with the hut, Ivar?" his brother now asked, becoming more and more skeptical and Ivar had the feeling that he knew exactly what he was up to, but he didn't want to admit it. "It's made of wood and if we put straw in it. Then it will burn even better" - "And you want to lock Sigurd in there?" Hvitserk took his feet off the table and shook his head skeptically, "That's madness. I told you I don't want to kill him" Ivar laughed out and wiped his face with both hands "If he's inside, nothing will happen to him, the fire is outside. But it will give him quite a fright, and he'll scream like a girl, and that's when we'll let him out" - "How are you going to do that? If everything is on fire, then we won't be able to open the door" Hvitserk said, shaking his head again, "That sounds very risky to me." - "We are not going to set the door on fire. What do you think about me?" he asked, confused.

His brother bit his lower lip, he always did this when he was thinking, "So, you want to lure Sigurd into the hut and lock it and then set the hut on fire? How are you going to lure him there, and how are you going to set the hut on fire? It won't burn any time soon" his brother asked, looking at him urgently. "No, no .... I'll explain it to you" Ivar said and really had to explain everything to his brother, but soon his brother nodded. He said it was a good plan, but Ivar had to promise him not to hurt or kill Sigurd. "That's a plan," he said again, raising the Bowl "I'll go and get something to eat," he said, grinning widely as Ivar rolled his eyes again. But he was not alone for long, Ragnar joined him, Floki raised his hand briefly in farewell, and he did the same.

"Still offended?" Ragnar asked him and Ivar laughed briefly, but it died away as quickly as it had come. "Of course not," he said seriously, but he avoided looking at his father. "Good, then I can tell you that I am taking Ubba, Bjorn and Aslaug with me" Ubba was clear, Bjorn as well, but at his mother... "Mother?" he asked confused, she had never travelled with him before. She was not a shield maid. "And who, please, is supposed to keep watch here, when no one is around?" Ragnar grinned broadly. "Do you really think I haven't thought it through?" - Oh no, please don't say it.... - he thought as his father was already saying who should stand in for him for so long "Sigurd" he swallowed and cocked his head to one side, he couldn't be serious, could he? That would change everything. "Hvitserk is much older than he...." - "Maybe, but I have decided" Ragnar spoke sternly and stood up. - Life couldn't get any better - Ivar thought to himself, but this wouldn't change his plan, he was sure of it.

End.

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[fragileheartbeats]

⌗ 𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ( ♱ )

— 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳, 𝘉𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘜𝘣𝘣𝘦, 𝘏𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘬, 𝘐𝘷𝘢𝘳 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ it was a request, but I deleted it by mistake. Anyways hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑 | 𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲 ─ ♕ . ♡𝆬

The Charismatic Leader

Ragnar is the strategic and deeply passionate yandere. His obsession is rooted in a profound emotional connection and intellectual fascination. Ragnar treats you with a curious mix of reverence and possessiveness. He sees you as his equal, his partner in both love and adventure. "My Heart," a term that signifies your essential place in his life. Ragnar’s love is shown in grand gestures and the sharing of wisdom. He wants you involved in his plans, seeing you as integral to his vision of the future. Ragnar's jealousy is a slow burn; he's confident but can become cold and distant if he feels he’s losing your attention. When vulnerable, he shares tales of his fears and dreams, often gazing at the stars with you, pondering the gods' will. Witnessing Ragnar’s intense conflicts, both internal and external, could be harrowing. His determination to achieve greatness can sometimes overshadow his attention to you, leaving you feeling isolated amidst his ambitions. Ragnar envisions you by his side as he makes history, exploring new worlds and standing together as equals among the legends.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐁𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐍 | 𝑰𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 ─ ⸸ . ♡𝆬

The Fierce Warrior

Bjorn's obsession nature is that of the protector, almost knightly in his devotion. His love is fierce, and his protective instincts are strong. He treats you with a protective warmth, always ensuring you are safe and respected by all. He call you "My Shieldmaiden," even if you do not fight, it’s how he sees you—brave and strong. Bjorn’s demonstrations of love are in his protective actions, ensuring you never face danger alone. His gifts are often symbolic, representing his commitment and your shared strength. Bjorn’s jealousy can erupt into fierce displays of dominance, though he tries to keep it in check. His vulnerability comes out in quiet moments when he shares his doubts about living up to his father’s legacy. The worst experience would be getting caught in the crossfire of his ambitions and the dangers that accompany his life. Bjorn dreams of a future where you both stand as legends, with a legacy of strength, courage, and unity that echoes through the ages.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐄 ─ 𖤐 . ♡𝆬

The Compassionate Strategist

Ubbe’s obsession is more measured and thoughtful, rooted in a deep emotional and intellectual connection. He treats you with a gentle respect and an eagerness to share everything with you, from the mundane to the profound. He will call you "My North Star," guiding him through life’s tumultuous seas with your wisdom and compassion. Ubbe shows his love through acts of service and the sharing of knowledge. He’s always teaching you something new, ensuring you feel valued and heard. Ubbe experiences jealousy more quietly, preferring to outthink rather than confront. His vulnerability is in his fear of loss, often sharing his nightmares of a life without you. Perhaps the most challenging aspect of loving Ubbe is coping with his internal conflicts, particularly his struggle to balance his ambitions with his moral compass. Ubbe envisions a peaceful future, one where wisdom and compassion have created a world in which you both can thrive, surrounded by family and a community that respects the land and its history.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐇𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐊 ─ ✦ . ♡𝆬

The Wild Spirit

Hvitserk’s obsession is impulsive and volatile. He’s the embodiment of a storm—unpredictable and wild. He oscillates between intense affection and moments of distracted restlessness. But in his good moments, he's exhilarating and deeply attentive. He will call you "My Tempest," capturing both his perception of your captivating allure and the tumultuous nature of his affection. His demonstrations of love are spontaneous—adventures in the middle of the night, unexpected gifts stolen from far-off lands, and passionate declarations. Jealousy can drive Hvitserk to reckless actions, sometimes endangering himself to prove his worth. He’s surprisingly open about his feelings, wearing his heart on his sleeve. The inconsistency and his struggle with his own demons can leave you feeling insecure about where you stand with him. Hvitserk sees a future filled with adventure and unpredictability, always chasing the next thrill but doing so together, forever entwined in each other’s chaos.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 ─ ✞ . ♡

The Ruthless Tactician

Ivar's love is intense and all-consuming, marked by his cunning and ruthless nature. He views you as his ultimate prize, his reason for victory. With you, Ivar is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his usual ruthlessness. He shares his strategies and thoughts, making you the confidante of his deepest ambitions. He will call you "My Queen," placing you above all, the only one capable of understanding his true self. Ivar’s expressions of love are possessive and grand. He eliminates any threats to your safety, often before you’re even aware of them. His jealousy knows no bounds, and he can become dangerously cold towards perceived rivals. In vulnerability, Ivar reveals his fears of inadequacy and his deep need for your affirmation. Witnessing the lengths Ivar will go to secure power and protect you can be both awe-inspiring and terrifying, as his methods are often merciless. Ivar dreams of a future where you both rule, unchallenged, with a legacy that will be remembered and feared throughout the ages.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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[bjornswoman]

Vikings Masterlist

Bjorn Ironside

Mine

Afraid of losing you

Heart's healer

His night

Precious

Arrows

Blue piercing eyes

I love you

Zinnia

False promises

Ubbe

His dark side

Jealous

Secret

Just listen

His bride

Sick girl

Little girl

My enemy and me*

Hvitserk

Goddess

One of his women

Betrayed

Best friends

Crazy and mad

Lies* (remake) / Lies*

Fake wedding

Worth it

My prisoner

Ivar the Boneless

Mad about you

Last night, Back to you

Break

Feelings

Crimes of love

Games and conflicts

Jealous girl

Right person wrong time

Photograph

Toxic I, II

Destruction*

Harald Finehair

Promise

Allies

Live for me

Free with you

Shieldmaiden's secret

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[thelirofnorthlands]

A little appreciation for the most lovely couple in Vikings 🥰

Helga and Floki ❤️

(photos or edits on them do not belong to me)

#love quotes #vikings fanfiction #imagine your fictional other #vikings imagine #vikings #floki #floki the boat builder #vikings floki #love live #lovers #wedding #my favourite ship #bjorn ironside #halfdan #hvitserk ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #sigurd

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Lokabrenna

(1-?)

Short story # 16

✨Fandom(s) - Vikings & The Last Kingdom

💍Pairing - Osferth X Reader

🕯Summary - After many years, you and your brothers are reunited with your father, King Ragnar. Along side him are two men you've never met. And when met face to face with your father, you unleash your rage of being abandoned.

⚠️Warning(s) - Talk of mutilation, near death experience, abandonment, and that's about it I think.

📝Note(s) - Okay so I randomly started brewing this story in my head. I've watched all but like the last season of Vikings, and this story will have little to do with the storyline up until the point Ragnar comes back. Now I've never watched The Last Kingdom, I want to start watching it soon, but as I am writing this piece I haven't watched any. So this crossover will be interesting to say the least. Oh and I apologize but I am writing this with the idea that the reader is about 6'7", and in time I'll explain why in later notes. But for the most part this won't be mentioned, but it will pop up every so often. Reader is also described to have emerald green eyes, dark hair the first two things being things from her mother, and scars she obtained as a girl. Other than that the readers image is up to you. So the read is kinda like an OC but with your name, and the majority of your image. Oh and in this story the Norse Gods are real, and several will be involved in this story. But some things to do with the Gods isn't actually a part of Norse mythology, I'm just bending some of it to work best with the story. (Thank you for taking the time to read the notes if you have.)

🗝Key information - Lokabrenna meaning Loki's Torch in this story. (Eventually it will make perfect sense.)

🌬Year posted - 2022

📖Reading time roughly - Ten minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Part 1.) | Part 2.) |

🎧Playlist to listen to while reading.↓↓↓

Sparing with Björn was something (Y/n) indulged with most days, as he was the only one of her brothers willing to spar with her, and the only one that would push her to better her skills. Though her twin, Ivar would likely spar with her and push her to be the best, his legs prevented him from being able to do as much as Björn could. The others watched their eldest brother fought with their little sister, who wasn't quite so little, as she stood roughly four inches above Björn. Ubbe chuckled when (Y/n) slammed her shield into Björns, making the blond stumble back several inches. "You can do better than that." (Y/n) taunted her brother, blocking his sword and countering swiftly, her blade resting beside his neck. "Honestly I'm beginning to think you are getting old brother." She teased, making the others snicker on the sidelines. Björn scoffed with a grin, breaking away from her and beginning the fight again.

"King Ragnar has returned." A voice called out, the words making (Y/n)'s stance falter, giving Björn the opportunity to trip her, making her land face first into the dirt. "Shit." Björn muttered under his breath, realizing his mistake, he tossed his shield and sword aside. The others approaching as she rolled onto her back, looking to the blue sky with glossy emerald eyes. "I didn't mean to-" She cut Björn off. "It isn't that." She closed her eyes for a moment, only opening them again when Ivar brushed her hair away from her eyes. "He doesn't know she is alive." Ivar reminded their brothers in a soft tone, making the eldest sigh with realization. Björn offered his hand to (Y/n), pulling her to her feet when she accepted his offer. "Well then, he will be surprised hm." The blond patted her shoulder affectionately, smiling when she chuckled at that. "Come on then, let's go see the old man." She dusted herself off then followed behind her brother's, keeping pace with Ivar as she always would.

The growing crowd parted for the arrival of the Princes and Princess, allowing Ragnar to see his children for the first time in many years. The shock apparent when his eyes laid on (Y/n), who stood tall beside her brother's, trying to suppress her emotions. "(Y/n)." Ragnar breathed out her name, tears welling in his eyes at the sight of his only surviving daughter. Ragnar approached her with slow steps, as if he was afraid she would vanish if he approached to quickly. "Little (Y/n)." He smiled taking in the sight of her. "Not so little any more." He remarked with a grin, his eyes casting to her left where Ivar sat, his pointer finger curled around (Y/n)'s, something they had done since birth for comfort. "Hello Ivar." Ragnar smiled down at his youngest son, and for a moment Ivar mirrored his smile, until (Y/n) suddenly shoved Ragnar away. The crowd grew deathly silent, watching the scene unfold before them.

"You left me." She hissed lowly, looming over her father. "I didn't-." Ragnar tried, but she stalked forward, putting her face into his. "You left me for dead." (Y/n) growled quietly, fire practically glowing within her emerald orbs. "I thought you had died." He argued. "I called out to you, I screamed so you would hear me. And yet you left me to burn in that dragons fire." Her gaze cast to the two strange men accompanying the King. "Let me guess, this is the boy you took in after you abandoned me?" She accused, Ragnar's eyes shimmering with shame. "You left all of us, but you would raise this stranger as if he were your own." She scoffed. "You think we did not know? That we didn't keep an eye on you? That we wouldn't hear about the young warrior claiming to be another son of King Ragnar?" She straightened her back, looming over her father once more. "You are no King, and you are no father, you are just an old man wallowing in self pity." She hissed before turning her back on him.

"I am your father, and I am your King!" Ragnar yelled, his anger only fueling (Y/n)'s rage. She quickly spun on her heel, and Björn tried catching her arm as she moved to swing. He failed in holding her back, instead he only pulled two of her rings off before her fist collided with Ragnar's jaw, the warn man fell to one knee, blood oozing from his lip. "You stopped being my father when you left me for dead, and you are a worthless King that even the Gods do not recognize." Her voice boomed over the crowd, and as quickly as she had said that, she stormed off. Shoving her way through the crowd, unaware of her brother's following her. Björn crouched down to pick up (Y/n)'s rings, which had fallen to the ground. While Uhtred and Osferth helped Ragnar to his feet, despite the old King's demands to be left alone. "You are not the man I once knew." Björn commented as he rose to his feet, looking his father in the eyes. "Like (Y/n)... I cannot forgive you for what you did to her." He added before walking away, intent on joining his siblings again.

(Y/n) began her trek into the woods, her sword secured to her hip, and her large grey cloak fastened around her shoulders. "Princess wait a moment." Uhtred called out as he and Osferth jogged after her into the woods. "Why should I even speak to you?" She glowered at the man, who looked almost sheepish before her. "I'm sorry." He offered, which only confused her. "Why are you sorry?" She questioned. "Because of your father." He explained. "I am not angry at my father for raising you... I am angry that he so easily abandoned me and my brothers. And yet instead of coming home, with or without you, he stayed out there and pretended as if he wasn't a King, as if he didn't have his own children to care for." She turned away and began walking again, only for the men to follow her. "You said he left you for dead? I had assumed he left you here with your brothers." He spoke up again, his words causing her to stop again. "My father took me with him when he ran away from Kattegat, I was to young to understand what was happening." She pulled her hood down, properly observing the two.

"I was with him for two years, we lived in a cabin far from here. One evening while he was out hunting a dragon descended upon the cabin. It set the cabin on fire while I was trapped inside, I cried out for my father to save me, but he never came. The dragon had left as quickly as it came, and I was left alone to burn alive." The smaller of the two grimaced at her words. "I found myself trapped in the best place however, as the smoke could not reach me. When part of the wall finally crumbled to the ground, I crawled as best I could out of the cabin. I was weak, and burnt badly. The sky was dark by this point, and my father nowhere in sight." She licked her lips before continuing. "I did the only thing I could think to do, I wept for the Gods. Praying that one of them would hear me, and offer me aid. The wolf God Fenrir heard me, and sent his sons Hati and Sköll to aid me. They found me and used what little magic they could to mend my wounds, which did very little, but it kept me alive long enough for them to bring me home."

She pulled to cord of her cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground. "They ran for seven days and eight nights with me atop Hati until they reached Kattegat. They broke into my families long house, with me on the brink of death, and the moment my mother laid eyes on me she knew what had happened. For she dreamt about it the very same night it happened. She sent for healers from far and wide, and with their help I was nurtured back to health. I bare the scars of my father's negligence, and can never forgive him for it." She turned her back to the men, and quickly swept her shirt up to show them, the mass amount of burnt skin stretched across the expanse of her back. "Gods." Uhtred muttered under his breath, the both of them stunned by the sheer amount of tattered skin, each wondering how she could survive such a thing. The sound of a branch snapping caught their attention, and just as her brothers walked into view (Y/n) dropped her shirt, now facing her brother's.

"You are going to see him aren't you? To pay tribute?" Ubbe asked as she picked up her cloak. "I am." She nodded her head in agreement. "We're coming with you." Björn stated. "Why?" She wondered. "We wish to give thanks to the ones who saved you." Ivar cut in, moving around Ubbe to sit at her feet. "Hvitserk, Sigurd, why are you coming? Neither of you have ever seemed to care much about me." She tilted her head, her words making Hvitserk scoff. "You are still our sister." Sigurd argued. "We care more deeply than you think." Hvitserk added. "Okay... You can all come with me." She smiled at her brother's, her gaze casting to Uhtred and Osferth when Uhtred cleared his throat. "Who are you going to see?" He questioned. "Fenrir wolf." Her words stunned them both for a moment. "We shall come as well." Uhtred insisted. "And why is that?" (Y/n) questioned. "I feel that we must." He vaguely explained, making (Y/n) arch a brow at him.

"If that is what you wish, then so be it." She turned her attention then to Ivar. "I shall carry you Ivar, this is a long journey, and I do not wish for you to suffer." She knelt before him. "So you shall suffer instead?" Ivar argued stubbornly. "I will happily suffer for you dear brother." She assured him, before playfully bumping her forehead against his. Only turning her back to him when he grinned at her, and effortlessly she hoisted her twin onto her back, and rose to her feet. "We will not be back until tomorrow evening." She warned them, half expecting Uhtred and Osferth to turn back. A faint grin ghosting her lips when they continued to follow her lead deeper into the woods. "I didn't expect Fenrir to be so close to Kattegat." Uhtred remarked. "He isn't. But one of the passageways to him is." (Y/n) explained, the entire encounter leaving Osferth confused in his silence, though he continued to follow his friend regardless of his doubts.

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Hi, would like to make a Vikings request, :)

Hvitserk x Female Reader / or Ivar x Female Reader.

I was thinking of something like she is trained by him (sword fighting/archery) but he has made it a point to give her tips on many other things, he watches closely what she eats, what she does, and he even tries to give her tips on women problems.

(Would love to have a really funny story). Thanks in advance :)

Greetings Pop.

I hope this fits your request! Tell me what you thought of it!

-Monique ^^

kind advice.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: none, swearing?

977 Words

Being friends with Hvitserk was hard, harder than one might think. People believed that Ivar was the most moody and annoying son of Ragnar, but he was in fact not. Hvitserk was even worse when he helped her train to become a shield-maiden. Command after command, it was hideous, but she needed his help.

Ubbe was busy with his newly married bride, Sigurd wasn't very fond of her because she was friends with the brother he despised the most. So training with Hvitserk while Ivar watched and occasionally laughed at his older brother getting his ass handed back to him by a girl, was her only option left.

"Brother!" A chuckle made them both stop in their track, looking towards the boy distracting them. "You seem to be getting worse and worse every seconds." Another laughed followed, making the man underneath the girl grunt in annoyance. "Shut up, Ivar!" Getting off of him she smiled, helping him up, earning a smile in return.

Wiping his face he couldn't help but smirk, knowing how he went easy on her until now. "What are you smirking for?" A teasing grin on her face as she got back into her start position. "You're just gonna taste the dirt and mud again." Another laugh sounding from where Ivar sat, making Hvitserk roll his eyes, but not losing his smirk.

After another fight, she was the one on the ground breathing heavily under the smirking man. "You got a little dirt on your face." The teasing tone in his voice, making her angry and frustrated as she pushed him off. Laughing he got up, raising his hands in defense. Seeing her wipe her bloody nose, made him put his arms down, smirking slightly. "You always move the same way, each movement is predictable for your opposite. Try changing that."

After many tries and even more tries she finally was able to get better, a pout on her face because of how hard it actually was to beat Hvitserk and a frown on Ivars face because of how his brother did in fact not get his ass kicked by a girl. 

Walking back to Kattegad Ivar wouldn't stop complaining while Hvitserk continued watching her closely. "You walk weird." He broke his silence after a while, making the girl opening her mouth just to close it again, making him grin in return. "Maybe that's why you're fighting is so sloppy. Of course it could be-" He was about to continue his torment as Ubbe walked up to them, a kind smile on his features. 

"Mother wanted me to come get you to feast with her. You too." He nodded at the girl, giving her a playful grin. She admired Ubbe, he was almost exactly like she remembered Ragnar to be, back when she was little. Smiling back she walked quietly with the other boys to the great hall. A smile spread on Aslaugs face as she saw her sons and their friend enter. 

Seeing the food on the table everyone quickly set down, taking what they could, putting it on their plates. Hvitserk was smirking, studying the girls plate. "Maybe you shouldn't eat so much, it will slow you down if you get-" Sending him a sharp glare the girl swallowed the piece of fish she had in her mouth. "Hvits, I swear to the gods, if  you finish this sentence I will shove my sword so far up your-" A cough from Aslaug interrupter her, making her blush and look down, mumbling a quiet apology towards the woman. 

The grin on Hvitserk face only grew, seeing how he got under her skin as he himself finished his drink and food. As they all sat in different spots, busying themselves with anything they could. Watching her he realized another thing that would make her furious. With an even brighter grin he got up and sat down on a tree stump behind her. "Are you having your woman problem?" 

With confusion she turned towards him raising an eyebrow. "My mother told me about the problem a woman has once a month, you know bleeding out of your..." His face scrunched up in disgust. "Maybe that's ruining your fighting. I mean that must be bad, maybe you can stop that by cutting something out of you? Maybe you could go to the Seer and he could help you with that making it stop." 

"I'm asking this with all my love I have for you Hvits, really." A snort escaped her as she tried to suppress her chuckle. "Did Ragnar drop you as a baby?" His face turned into a slight frown. "Even if he did, I was still giving you good advice."  Rolling her eyes she got up with a chuckle. "Of course cutting out my uterus and not being able to have children anymore, sounds like good advice." A small smile now on his face too as he watched her get up.

Giving him a quick kiss she grinned down at him. "You're more attractive if you keep your mouth shut, Hvits. Same time tomorrow in the woods?" A small giggle escaping her as she turned away, saying her goodbyes to the others. Leaving an extremely confused Hvitserk back on his spot. Ivar couldn't hold himself back anymore, laughing after seeing his brothers red cheeks and wide eyes. "Gods! You should see yourself." A laugh now coming out of Ubbes direction, making Hvitserk blush even more and get up. 

"Oh shut up." He said, throwing a cup into each of their directions, only making them laugh harder at the lovestruck look on his as he walked out of the room. "She got him wrapped around her finger." Ubbe said after calming down a bit. Ivar frowned slightly, trying his best to hide it. "Who isn't..." He whispered quietly crawling back outside, leaving his brother by himself. 

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[knight-of-flowerss]

she-bear : chapter two

navigation | warnings : sexism, talk of battle | a/n : I did this at like half nine to half ten at night while being sick so sorry if it's bad😭 | wattpad | tags : @thethreeeyed-raven , @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @thelirofnorthlands , @naaladareia , @not-that-syndrigast

When I was young grandmother would tell my siblings and I about a castle somewhere in Norway. It's walls are tall and wide, drum towers on all four corners, stone bricks mossy and decayed, a lavish courtyard and a great hall that would be filled with mouth watering courses.

It took over thirteen years until it was fully built. They started when I was five, thirteen years later I'm eighteen, still patiently waiting to go to this palace of wonders.

And the time finally came.

It was Greta's tenth birthday, festivities at a high with young children running around playing games, their mothers and grandmothers talking in the corners of the hall while keeping an eye on their curious children and the fathers and the grandfathers all in the study, drinking fine wine and talking about business.

All of a sudden all of the fathers are back in the hall and the mothers are rounding up their unruly cattle, trying to get them to sit still as everyone sits at the long tables and face the long Godfrey family table that sits higher than everyone else's.

My mother and father walk to their seats as my siblings and I take our seats, trying to keep the birthday girl still. After everyone is seated my father stands up with a cup of wine in his hands, "Today I want to celebrate my lovely daughter, Greta, she is ten years old today and she is nearly a young woman. With that I would like to gift my family with a large present. As you know, Greta has always wanted to live in a castle, Elsa lost her husband a few months back and times have just been harsh and stressful with the battle between our prideful Duetschland!," [Germany].

People cheered at the comment on our great nation, spilling wine as they cheered, "And the sly, cunning Poland, the route of all our problems. They think that they can beat us? Win this war? They are crazy like a woman who thinks she can be as powerful as a king!"

Men laughed at the comment on women and Poland, the many Ladies sat with uncomfortable smiles on their faces. "As soon as we win this battle and burn the traitors of Germany, my family and I will be leaving our motherland."

A few gasps left the mouths of the guests as shocked faces flooded the hall, including me and my siblings faces. Greta squealed with joy and jumped out of her seat, running to our father, running into him giving him a big hug. "Oh thank you father! Thank you!," she pauses and looks up, "But father where are we going? England? The Netherlands? France? Denma-" Greta was cut off as my father put his large hand over my sisters mouth with a small chuckle as she just looks up at him.

"Now, now dear pearl," He looks up and smiles at the guests in the hall, "What have I said about interrupting me when I'm giving a speech?", "not to... sorry father..", "It is alright pearl, anyways, as I was saying, we will be moving away from our great country for the sake of my children and parents. We will be going to a place that my father holds dearly in his heart and wants to spend the rest of his numbered days there, as most of you have noticed, my mother and father are not present, that is because they are currently settling into our castle that has been getting built for the last thirteen years."

Mine and my siblings heads shoot up, looking at my father. Could he be talking about the castle in Norway? The one we used to play princesses and knights dreaming about? We waited in anticipation as he gave a smile to the crowd.

"We will be moving to Norway, on the outskirts of Kattegat, a major trade city with the infamous Ragnar Lothbrok being their old king but leaving due to his failed attempt in Paris, we will be living near a peaceful trade centre which will provide fresh food and remedies for my frail father as he battles his illness."

My siblings and I sat in shock as the tales from our childhood were coming true. A smile etched its was onto my face as a I dreamt of a new beginning in a place that is known worldwide for its story of how the small fishing town became one of the most famous trading cities in the world.

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[ritual-unions]

Touch Me

Moodboard by @therealvikingstrash (that I am still absolutely still in love with)

Modern!Hvitserk x OFC

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

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

My submission for #smuttyvikings by @vikingsevents the Day 2 prompt: "Touch | Featherlight, Rough, Tender"

Warnings: NSFW, cuckolding, oral sex

Read on Ao3 if you prefer

Honey B is in her power most days. She has off days. Days where she wakes up and does not feel like wearing a teeny tiny string bikini and would rather put on sweatpants and curl back under the bed covers. Days when her favorite platform heels feel too small for her feet or the pimple on her chin feels too big to go out in public. 

They think because she is small that she cannot handle the realities of the world. Ubbe had warned her as such when she applied for the job but she knew what she was signing up for, so she says her thanks and accepts the job. 

She thinks she has seen it all in the months that follow. It is not until she stumbles upon Hvitserk with his tongue deep in Dusty’s pussy that she realizes she has not.

*****

There is enough money scattered across the stage that it piles to the top of Dusty’s feet. Even in her four inch heels the notes brush the thin straps of her platform heels. She seems to float through the pile as if she is walking through water. 

The chrome pole is beckoning her. Dusty’s fingers curl around it, latching on and then climbing to the top. With only her thighs to hold her in place she stretches back, floating in the air. 

Hvitserk can’t take his eyes off of her. 

For the past two hours Dusty has been dancing for a private group of men but that does not stop her from getting back in her groove. This time she will dance for herself and no one else. 

Hvitserk watches as she floats around the blanket of devotion that has been laid on the stage. He cannot imagine the total number of notes that are here but he guesses it will be enough for her to pay all her monthly bills plus some. 

It is not the money he is in awe of but the strength that keeps her on the pole. Setting aside the trash bag that is half full of cash he has been collecting for her he sits back on the plush cushions of the bench opposite of the stage, takes out the radio that is jammed in his ear, letting it hang along the collar of his shirt and relaxes to take in the show. The voices of bouncers, bartenders and Ivar’s direct commands converge in a static chatter that he ignores, instead focusing on Dusty. 

The thick red curtains that surround the semi-private room are closed. Ivar will not see Hvitserk sitting down on the job, that is, unless he is in the office watching the cameras. Not that it matters. It’s a Wednesday night and The Valkyrie is only at seventy percent occupancy, low compared to the weekends, and Hvitserk sees nothing wrong with taking a break. 

Digging into his pocket Hvitserk pulls out a fresh box of cigarillos, peels off that plastic wrapper that seals it shut and sets to rolling a spliff. The small cocktail table before him is sticky in one corner and he plucks a discarded note near his foot to use as a makeshift tray where he can work, undisturbed by the cocktail juice. The cigarillo paper cracks open between his fingers and he empties out the tobacco carefully onto the note’s surface. The weed he pulls from the inside pocket of his jacket is schwag, not worthy of a stand-alone smoke, so he mixes it with the tobacco to create something better. A mind and body high that he enjoys so much. 

The music in the main hall shakes the ground but as it filters through the curtains it is only a muffled beat that hits Hvitserk. His ears ring in the half-silence as he handles the cigarillo with care. It wants to crumble under his grip as he tries to balance the paper in one hand and the note filled with tobacco and weed in the other but he has done this enough to know the exact pressure to apply. 

Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dusty still floating in the air. Her arms are spread out wide as her head hangs back, spinning slowly. She is like the ceramic figurines Aslaug used to put out during the holidays. The electronic figure skater was always his favorite to watch as she slid effortlessly across the ice. Unlike the figurine whose wide eyes were round with wonder Dusty’s are closed off to the world. 

Floating.

Dreaming. 

Elsewhere.

“Who were those guys?” Hvitserk asks as his fingers curl around the cigarillo paper, sealing it shut. 

Dusty hums in reply, coming down from the cloud she has escaped on. A place where no one can touch her. None of her problems exist. It is only her and the little world she has created for herself. 

She licks her lips contemplating her answer before reaching upwards towards the pole. 

Sliding to the ground she says, “politician's son.” Her heels do not make a sound as they land on the stage. “And his china plates.” Dusty mocks in a feigning Cockney accent. Her lip snarls at her own joke. Her own accent is a muddle mix of the Russian immigrant parents who raised her and the dialect of the English countryside she was born in.

She slides to her knees gracefully, dancing to the muffled song pounding outside of the room, bending back until her head rests on the stage, arm stretched above her head.

From this contorted position she peers at him, watching him for a moment before she speaks whatever it is on her mind. Dusty, while hot headed and quick to speak her mind, first wears her thoughts on her face before she opens her mouth. Hvitserk has witnessed this process unfold between her and Ivar enough to know it well. He waits, too concentrated on getting the spliff perfect to be bothered by her drawn out stare. 

“Ubbe says he has a request for you,” she finally announces. 

Hvitserk licks the paper, wetting the edges. He can’t help but smirk. Dusty has never been one to not beat around the bush. He appreciates her bluntness most days. She is unlike Ivar or Bjorn who attempt to show off their intelligence with riddles and snide remarks. 

“He told me,” Hvitserk mumbles as he licks the cigarillo paper.  

“And?” Dusty impatiently demands. 

Hvitserk pulls the flame of his lighter to seal the edges of the paper, not looking up at her until he is certain his spliff is complete. Placing one end between his lips he replies.

“I’ll do it.” 

Clicking the lighter twice he brings the flame to the end of his spliff. Unintentionally he smirks around the cigarillo when Dusty beams with glee. She is happy that he said yes. It is no ordinary request, he admits, but she should know by now that he rarely says no to Ubbe. 

He inhales a few short puffs to get the spliff rolling, watching through thick clouds of smoke as Dusty approaches. She is beautiful. Tall with long hair that reaches her waist, her makeup is still perfectly manicured though he knows she has labored the past two hours performing and before that for half an hour on the main stage.  

She pulls the spliff out from between his lips, taking a long drag of her own before handing it back. 

He plucks at the black elastic floss that wraps around her belly. “What is this?” He ponders with a tilt of his head. “What do you call this outfit?” He has to sit back in his seat to see her fully. 

“A bodysuit.” Dusty grins, swaying a little to show off her outfit. Then, as if on autopilot, she moves into a dance, rolling her hips towards him. 

“Don’t know much about women’s clothing,” Hvitserk chuckles, stretching out his legs to make room for Dusty’s little dance. “This ain’t a bodysuit.” He reaches up, tapping the edge of a flower motif that covers one nipple. There is underwire supporting her breasts but otherwise the outfit is all string and bits of lace. 

Dusty laughs, that deep throaty sound that he first heard at the pub downtown all those years ago when he watched her get kicked out for being underage. She had laughed in the bouncer's face, fearless of the oversized muscles and excessive testosterone. Hvitserk had followed her outside watching as she fought against the bouncer, wiggling like a wildcat in his grip until he had practically thrown her on the streets but she had kept her balance, regardless of the fact that she wore skinny stiletto heels. Hvitserk knew instantly The Valkyrie needed her.   

“They seem to like it.” Dusty shrugs her shoulders, nodding her head to the metaphorical customers who had gaped at her outfit, their minds foggy with little fantasies playing through their heads of all the things they would do to said strings if only they could touch her. 

“Bet they did,” Hvitserk replies, head rolling back against his seat as the spliff takes a hold of his mind. He reaches out to caress the skin where two straps overlap but Dusty brushes away his touch with a swipe of her hand even as her hips sway towards him. 

“No touching,” she whispers even as her hands caress the length of her body as if trying to tempt him. Touching her breasts. The sides of her body. The straps he so desperately wants to snap just to hear her hiss in pain. 

Hvitserk huffs in contempt. He knows the rules, he was present when his brothers had worked to create them. He can’t help but feel insulted by Dusty keeping to them even after he has agreed to Ubbe’s special request. 

“Not yet,” she adds when she notices his pouting. She caresses his chin before she turns to sit in his lap, grinding against him. 

She starts slow. Her bare ass cheeks are a whisper against the fabric of his slacks. Dropping low to the ground, her fingers wrap around his thighs, digging into his flesh, an aid as she sways back up. Arching her back she rolls until she settles in his lap, grinding a little deeper this time. 

He can feel a growl working its way up his throat, mouth twitching as he tries to swallow it. 

Dusty’s head rolls back to rest next to his. “Sorry,” she lies. “It's only that I like to tease you.” 

For now, he thinks. His fingers curl into fists on his lap. 

Ubbe is quiet when he enters the room, slipping through the curtains without a sound. Hvitserk almost doesn’t hear him; he is too focused on Dusty grinding against his crotch. 

Ubbe’s eyes drag across Hvitserk and Dusty’s precarious placement but says nothing.

Ubbe is here to watch and that is all. 

Hvitserk can’t help but lift his hips up against Dusty’s. He is excited at the prospect to come. There is nothing quite as satisfying as humiliating a sibling. And Ubbe has asked for it directly. 

His brother sits in the single chair in the room. 

It is the only black in an otherwise red room. The leather padding with chrome edges reflect off the chandelier overhead and the red neon lights on the floor. It casts a glow around Ubbe’s head as he leans against the headrest. 

The chair is designed to make their VIP guests feel special when they book the overly priced semi-private room. Set apart from the rest, it draws the eye. 

“A seat for a king,” Ivar had smiled when the chairs were delivered in the months after they had bought the building that would later become The Valkyrie. Ivar had designed one for all the private rooms, each more grand than the last. 

Ubbe looks like a king. 

Observing his subjects. 

And Hvitserk has always enjoyed putting on a show. 

Licking his lips Hvitserk leans forward to ask, “and now?” His voice comes out a rough scratch, he wants to instead tell her that he is going to touch her. His fingers dance across his pant leg. 

“Yes,” Dusty purrs. Hvitserk’s hands latch onto her sides. His fingers are icy cold against Dusty’s warm exercised body and a yelp of surprise bursts out her mouth. She tries to keep out of his touch but he holds her, pulling her back into his lap. 

She giggles, trying to catch her breath. 

“Do you tell him what to do?” Hvitserk's voice is low in Dusty’s ear. He motions to Ubbe with a nod of his head. “Or is it the other way around?” He asks, tickling her sides and she wiggles in his lap. 

“Depends,” Dusty breathlessly answers. Her gaze is trapped on Ubbe as she rolls her hips against Hvitserk. “Depends on the day. What mood I’m in.” She leans her back against his chest, reaching her arm around his head to thread her fingers through the knot that makes up Hvitserk’s hair. “Whatever mood he’s in.” She nods her head towards Ubbe while still tugging at Hvitserk’s hair. 

“What mood are you in?” she asks the question innocently, the hitch in her voice like that of when she talks to her customers. Asking them what they want as if they truly have any say in the matter. 

Laughter tickles his throat. 

“To fuck you,” he answers. The laughter that was once trapped, reverberates out of his chest when Dusty shyly peaks at him, her gaze finally drawn away from Ubbe. She is surprised to hear him speak this way. She only knows him as Ubbe’s faithful dog and Ivar’s loyal sidekick. She has never seen him otherwise. 

Her mouth is close to his cheek as she takes him in, half impressed by his boldness, a smile curls on her painted lips. 

Hvitserk licks his lips to drown out the next round of laughter that wants to burst forth, watching as Dusty’s smile turns into a look of wonderment. 

“That’s what he wants, huh?” Hvitserk’s gaze does not falter from her mouth. He wonders what it must taste like. Does she taste of Ubbe or is she distinctly her own? Is she minty like the gum she chews vigorously during pole practice or is she spicy like the perfume she spritz before her performance? 

“ - for me to fuck you,” he confirms with a nod of his head. He drags his gaze away from her plump lips to her eyes, seeking that confirmation before he begins. 

She nods her head. “Yeah.” Her voice is a whisper even in the quiet room. 

“Say it.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Hvitserk.” 

“There it is.” He leans back as he laughs heartily and then lurches forward, pressing his lips against hers because he can’t go without knowing what she tastes like. 

She is a cool mint with a hint of fruit, leftover from the lipgloss she had applied that evening. She is nothing like his girl, Honey B, who is all sweet and sugary. 

Honey is somewhere in The Valkyrie giving lap dances to a bachelor party in one of the exclusive VIP rooms. Hvitserk doesn’t like to know the exact room she is performing in, especially when she has been specifically requested. He would rather be ignorant, satisfied with the idea that Ivar can check the cameras in the room at any moment making certain she is safe. 

Hvitserk has to be okay with her dancing naked for these strangers. It would be hypocritical if he was not. 

He understands why Ubbe wants this, to sit back and watch as Dusty calls out Hvitserk’s name as he’s balls deep inside of her. It’s a little piece of control in an otherwise uncontrollable world. 

Hvitserk sighs, satisfied with the taste of her then nuzzles against her cheek and says quietly, “now take off that stupid fucking outfit and bend over for me.” 

Dusty’s fingers freeze, wedged between the ties in his hair. “But I-”

Hvitserk nudges her to stand with his own hips. He’s done playing by Dusty’s rules. He’s ready to do what he promised. “You’ll be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you,” he says knowingly. 

Dusty sways on her heels, dumbfounded for a moment, as if she can’t believe she is going through with it. She glances over at Ubbe. One last chance before they all cross a line they cannot undo. 

Ubbe is as still as a rock on his throne, legs spread out wide, arms resting on the sides of the chair, glass tumblr full of iced down whiskey tilts back and forth as he assesses them. His gaze darts across Dusty then to Hvitserk and back again to her. His brow arches, leaving the answer in Dusty’s hands. She can walk away but it is now or never. 

She glances at Hvitserk, nods her head, then her hands find the clasp of her bra. 

There are too many hooks and ties of her bodysuit for Hvitserk to keep track but she somehow manages to gracefully strip naked. 

She looks back at him when she is done undressing. She is almost as tall as him in her heels but he wants to see what she looks like bent over and he nods towards the stage. 

Go on. 

Gracefully she climbs the stairs, unperturbed by the fact that she is the only naked person in the room. She is unlike Honey B who Hvitserk is certain had never been nude, even in the privacy of her own home, except for the few moments when she was changing clothes or getting out of the shower, before she came to The Valkyrie. 

Hvitserk tugs on the slacks of his pants wondering if Honey will ever bend over nicely for him like that. Dusty’s ass is presented to him in the most delicious manner, his hand itches to smack it, to turn it a bright red. Dusty is all curves and thick muscle while Honey is petite and small and Hvitserk’s mouth twitches at the idea of both girls in bed with him. 

His hand soothes across the expanse of Dusty’s back, taking his time to knead her fleshy hips and then no longer able to help himself, smacks her ass. The hiss of pain out of her lips is enough to make it worth the sharp glare she sends over her shoulder. 

He hides the smile of delight behind the back of his hand but Dusty knows better, she has seen his mocking smirk enough to be able to see the signs in the way his eyes brighten or how his cheeks redden. He cannot hide himself from her or Ubbe who shifts in his seat across from him. 

Ubbe treads the line of wanting to protect Dusty and to allow her to set her own boundaries. The glass of whiskey in Ubbe’s hand swirls the ball of ice inside and then his mouth twitches slightly when Dusty stretches out long like a cat, anticipating what she will try to do to Hvitserk.

She wants to play a game with Hvitserk, one both Ubbe and Hvitserk have witnessed enough. The one where she tries to coax the customers into booking a private room with her or throw her an extra note just for being. It works most of the time. She is soft and submissive, letting them think it is their idea, that paying more for a room is to their advantage. That, maybe, they might get a chance to mold Dusty to their liking. But it’s never their idea though they fall for it time and time again. She will always hold the power. Stringing them along as she dances her dance. 

Hvitserk hooks his arm under Dusty’s waist, hoisting her back to her previous position, pulling her hips higher in the air. “No,” he corrects her with another slap on her ass. “You’ll stay.” 

He ignores her hiss pain, his hand traveling between her legs to palm the lips of her vulva. She is wet and sticky. “You like that, huh?” he asks but doesn’t wait to hear her reply, his teeth sinking into her fleshy bottom. “Need someone to tell you what to do.” He pushes a single digit inside her and she sighs in satisfaction. 

“Say it,” he mumbles, lips brushing the flesh above her hip while his thumb circles the outer edges of her clit, not quite touching her where she wants. 

“Yes,” she breathes out, head cradling in her arms as if she is too afraid to look up to say it but Hvitserk knows Dusty is rarely afraid. “I need you to tell me what to do.” 

Hvitserk hums, swallowing the smile that wants to spread across his mouth. “Do better.” 

There is a beat of silence as Dusty contemplates her answer. 

“Please,” she whimpers. “Hvitserk.” 

A self satisfied grin graces Hvitserk’s lips and he glances at Ubbe to make certain his brother has heard his girl beg for him. To add insult to injury Hvitserk’s playful thumb swirls against Dusty’s clit causing her to moan. Hvitserk catches Ubbe’s half concealed roll of his eyes before moving on to paying closer attention to Dusty.  

His mouth replaces his fingers and he finds that she is delightfully delicious. She shutters under his tongue and he has to grab a hold of her hips to keep her steady. Once he has her where he wants her his thumb finds her clit and her moans get louder.

Dusty sings a sputtering moan that causes Hvitserk’s mouth to curl around the lips of her pussy. His hand, that had once held her in place, moves to find her breast. 

“Hvitserk,” Dusty cries out when his tongue prods deeper inside of her while simultaneously smoothing his thumb over her clit. “Gods, don’t stop.” 

Dusty’s chest is heaving as he caresses her breast, tugging on her nipple. He loves the way she is tightening up, but he wants to be balls deep inside of her when she comes so that he can see the look on Ubbe’s face when she unravels under his touch. He takes one last long lick of her pussy. 

“Honey,” Ubbe’s voice is gruff as he calls out the name. Dusty’s heaving breath all but stops, her head snaps up to look at Ubbe.

Hvitserk is almost uncertain if he has heard his brother correctly. Slowly Hvitserk untangles himself from Dusty’s body. 

Honey B is frozen between the velvet curtains. She is dwarfed by their immaculate size, looking like a slutty pop star with her knee high latex platforms and teeny tiny skirt that does nothing to hide her ass. Her glittery makeup and high set ponytail all point towards the hand of her friend, Dusty, who helped her get ready that evening. 

“Oh fuck,” Dusty exclaims sitting back on her heels so fast that she knocks her head again Hvitserk’s chin. “Fuck,” she cries out again, this time caressing the back of her head. 

“Are you okay?” Hvitserk is quick to ask, hand hovering over Dusty’s as if some kind of combined power will heal her quicker. 

The sound of Honey’s heels clacking against the painted cement floor brings Hvitserk back to the present as he watches Honey disappear back to the main hall. 

“Ubbe.” Hvitserk gestures uselessly to Dusty who is still cradling her head as he scrambles to his feet. He does not have time to care for Dusty. He’s got to stop Honey before she leaves The Valkyrie. Or worse yet, leaves him. 

There are men calling out Honey’s name. Now that she is a household face in the establishment she is a popular request among the regulars who frequent The Valkyrie. She dodges their advances with ease; she is small enough to duck around the crowds that get in her way. 

Hvitserk is not as lucky. His large frame keeps him from advancing on Honey. He just needs to talk to her. Look her in the eyes and explain exactly what she had just seen. Surely she’ll understand. 

My brother wanted me to fuck his girlfriend. It’s a kink for him. You see? It means nothing. 

Honey heads for the front entrance. No jacket, no bag, just her skimpy little outfit to take her anywhere but the club. She has no car, Hvitserk drove her to work that day and this late at night the bus only comes around every half an hour. She clearly does not have a plan for escape. He is worried that once she steps out of that door he will never see her again. 

He can’t let that happen. 

He won’t.

Jamming the radio back into his ear he presses the button clipped to his belt. “Don’t let her out,” he practically shouts, not waiting to see if anyone else is on the line already. He repeats himself a few more times. “Don’t let Honey leave.” 

He waits a few bated breaths before one of the bouncers replies, “she’s here.” 

“What the fuck is going on Hvitserk?” Ivar’s demands over the radio, his voice a loud screech in his ear. 

“What do you want me to do with her?” asks the head bouncer. Hvitserk can imagine him towering over Honey’s short frame while he waits for further instruction. 

“Take her to the back office,” Hvitserk manages to reply between Ivar’s bursts of contempt. 

“I don’t know if she’ll go peacefully,” the bouncer replies. Hvitserk can now see the top of Honey’s head. There is a crowd gathering, also blocked from leaving. One of the bouncers nudges her shoulder, whispering in her ear. 

She walks with the bouncer for a few steps, resigned to her fate before she bursts forward, running past Hvitserk. She does not see him in her panic and he is able to catch her by her belly, scooping her up so that he can throw her over his shoulder. 

“Let me down, you oaf!” she screams, pounding his back in a vain attempt to hurt him. 

“We can touch the girls now?” One patron asks in glee. 

Ivar has somehow found Hvitserk in the chaos and snarls at the patron, “no.” Then nods his head to his personal guard motioned to throw the idiot out. 

Hvitserk marches on to the back office, simultaneously ignoring Ivar’s demands for an explanation and Honey’s pounding fists on his back. 

As gracefully as he can, Hvitserk drops Honey on Ubbe’s desk, it is practically void of any clutter unlike his own that is just a collection of junk mail and leftover wrappers from lunch, then turns back to address Ivar who is waiting on the other side of the door. 

“What fuck is this?” Ivar snarls, pointing to the closed door. Honey is probably banging on the other side but the room is soundproof so the only one who can hear her is herself. 

“I’m dealing with it,” Hvitserk gruffly replies. He does not have the head space to explain the situation twice. “We had a disagreement.” 

Dusty’s voice echoes down the hallway. “Did you find her?” 

Ivar snarls openly at being ignored and turns to Dusty to yell. “You’re supposed to be on the floor.” He is leaning heavily on his cane as he points an accusatory finger in her direction. 

Ubbe rounds the corner, long legs keeping stride with Dusty’s slow jog. 

“What are you going to say to her?” Ubbe asks when he is near enough not to be troubled with shouting. 

“I’ll ask again,” Ivar stresses slowly between clenched teeth. “What the hell happened?” 

The three of them turn to look at Ivar each with their unique expression of guilt dripping off their features. 

Ivar sighs, running a hand along the length of his face. “I don’t think I want to know any longer.” 

“I’ll talk to her,” Ubbe announces once Ivar is out of view. 

“No,” Hvitserk shakes his head. “It needs to come from me.” 

“I think Ubbe is right,” Dusty says, resting a hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder. He glances at the offending appendage as if it is burning him but Dusty is unperturbed by his looks of grief. Hvitserk would vow to never speak to Dusty again if that would appease Honey but he knows likely that will not solve the problem. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk says with a bowed head stepping aside to let Ubbe through the door.

*****

It feels like hours since Ubbe had closed the door on Hvitserk’s face, the club had to be closing soon. It was long enough that he’d broken out in a cold sweat pacing the halls, waiting for Honey to exit the room. 

She looks pissed when she finally comes out. Hvitserk has never seen this side of her. Eyes dark in the dimly lit hall they slice across him like knives twisting in his chest and belly. 

“Honey,” he breathes out, reaching for her. 

“No.” She shakes her head, sliding away from his outstretched hand. “You don’t get to touch me.” 

Hvitserk teeth grind together as he grimaces, glaring in his brother’s direction, who stands near the office door, unmoving, like a statue carved frozen for centuries to come. Ubbe hardly seems to care that this is all his fault. 

“And you don’t get to be mad at him either,” Honey says, pointing in Ubbe’s direction. “You had just as much choice in this as him.” 

Hvitserk scrubs at his face, trying to untangle his mouth. If only he could find the words to explain his reasoning then she would understand. 

“I’m pissed,” Honey says, crossing her arms across her chest, brown eyes never leaving his face. A smile tickles Hvitserk’s mouth as he looks down at her, small and mighty, trying not to let the pride swell in his chest. Since starting to work at the strip club her confidence has grown tenfold. He has watched each day grow a little wider until it now stands before him unmovable. When he first met her she could hardly look him in the eyes. He turns his neck, looking at his feet instead, so that he does not accidently smile stupidly in her face. 

“I need space,” she declares, pulling Hvitserk back to reality. He nods his head vigorously, letting her know he is listening, his fingers tightening into fists at his sides, trying to keep himself from reaching out and pulling her into a hug. “I don’t forgive you but," she sighs heavily through her nose. "I’m trying to understand.” 

Hvitserk winces at her statement. He hates it when she’s mad at him. His fingers twitch at his side he wants to touch her so badly.

“Space,” she commands and Hvitserk nods his head, resigning not to touch her until she forgives him. 

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[its-me-jessi]

I Wish I Were Her PT 5

Pairing: Hvitserk X Reader

Summary: The conversation with Ivar develops in a completely different direction and the evening takes an unexpected turn.

Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Back in my car, I let any feelings, thoughts and impressions run free. I had already wondered why the conversation about Ivar's girlfriend had demanded less of me than it would have days ago. It was also strange that even in the presence of Ivar memories of Hvitserk and me kept popping up in my mind. Most enlightening, however, was my quickening heartbeat and the happiness hormones that went crazy in my body as soon as Hvitserk entered the apartment. Still my heartbeat had not returned to normal and the silence in my car made me take special notice. Who would have thought that a few hours together with Hvitserk, whom until recently I had seen only as the brother of my best friend, would already throw me off track to such an extent? When I thought of Hvitserk now, I thought of a handsome gentleman who always brought a smile to my lips. I would never have thought it possible that he would be the one to surpass the feelings I had for Ivar, which, according to the latest findings, were not nearly as intense as I once thought. Thank God, I didn’t tell him.

While I was driving home, my cell phone rang. "I'll call you back later," I thought to myself, ignoring the constant ringing, since I couldn't answer it anyway while driving, nor did I want to. I was a very careful driver. Shortly after the ringing stopped and no longer drowned out the radio, a short beep went off. Either I had received an email, probably advertising, or someone had sent me a message.

After coming to a stop in the parking lot of my apartment, my first handgrip fell on my cell phone. I was so curious that I couldn't wait to check my phone for any messages.  As I glanced at the bright screen, my heart, which had just calmed down, began to beat faster again, this time in shock. Ivar had written to me. "We need to talk!" was the first sentence of the message, which was followed by, "What was it you wanted to tell me? Hvitserk said, it’s something about the two of us". This can’t be true. I knew telling Hvitserk how I felt, once felt, about his brother was a bad idea. I thought I had escaped the unpleasant situation just in time, but I had not reckoned with Hvitserk catapulting me back into it. What was I supposed to say to Ivar now? He will hardly be satisfied with a "it’s nothing", his curiosity was already too much aroused. "Thanks, Hvitserk.", I hissed, grabbed my stuff, and left my car.

The message tone on my cell phone sounded again. "Can we meet tomorrow?", Ivar had texted. I sighed and put my phone away for now, opening the door to my apartment. Frustrated, I threw my jacket over the armrest of the sofa and myself onto it. I'll figure something out. "Sure, I'll come over," I texted back before switching my phone to silent mode and placing it on the coffee table with the screen facing down. Maybe Hvitserk would be home by then too. I almost hoped so, not to reprimand him for his babbling, which I should have been eager to do, but because I wanted to see him. I wanted to be near him.

The next day I found myself sitting in my car again almost as nervous as the day before if not way more, because this time there would be no turning back. I couldn't and didn't want to tell him the truth, but I didn't want to lie to him either. Even if I did, I couldn't even think of a lie that would be remotely acceptable. All I wanted to do was turn around at the next turning point and go back home. I would have holed myself up in my apartment and avoided any social contact. If only I hadn't been in this situation in the first place. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I would have one less big problem.

I parked on the side of the road. As often as I came here lately, I would almost be entitled to my own private parking space, but instead I had to look for a parking space each time anew. After pulling the car key out of the ignition switch, I swung myself out of my car and onto the asphalt, which was dotted with single raindrops. Another one landed on my head. Too bad I'm not made of sugar, otherwise I would have melted on the spot and thus spared myself the evening. Instead, like yesterday, I had to torture myself up to the front door and press that stupid bell. Since it didn't take long for the door opener to be pressed, I assumed that Ivar was already waiting for me. And I was right.

When I pushed the door open, he was already standing in the doorway to the apartment. "Hi, come on in!" he held the door open for me. I just smiled and stepped past him and inside. My gaze was magnetically drawn to Hvitserk, who was just getting up from the couch. He lifted his gaze and met my eyes.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

"Hey!", he spoke first and at the same time he shoved his cell phone into his right back pocket.

Hearing his deep voice and watching his smooth movements I immediately felt a lot warmer than five seconds ago. I swallowed. “Hi!”

What felt like an eternity was over in a blink of an eye. Hvitserk disappeared into his room, leaving me alone with Ivar. This short moment, however, was apparently very telling. Less for me than for Ivar.

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" he stepped in front of me and looked at me curiously.

"Huh?", unknowing and curious myself about what he meant, I looked up at him.

"That there's a thing going on between you and my brother."

Speechless. He had completely taken me off guard with that one. I was just speechless and really didn't know what to say in response. If I was already warm a moment ago, I was now practically on fire. I thought about the moments I spent with Hvitserk, whether it was here in the apartment or on our date. I thought of his eyes, which had just attracted me so magically and which wrinkle a little when he smiles. His smile ... and his scent ...

Oh my god, I thought while my heart jumped with joy, I have fallen for Hvitserk.

“I mean I’ve seen how you two look at each other, I noticed it yesterday as well.”, he added.

“He helped me get over you!”, I blurted out. Now he fell speechless.

“I’ll explain it to you!”, I shoved him towards the couch. After we sat down on it, I began to explain to him what had been going on lately and why. My briefly gained self-confidence made me get everything off my chest without exception.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. To tell you that I'm in love with you." Having just calmed down, he now went wide-eyed again. "Now, though, I'm not sure that's still the case."

“Because you fell in love with my brother?”

I shrugged my shoulders. "At least he triggers something in me that I've never felt before. – Not even with you!", I nudged his shoulder.

"I don't know whether to be offended or relieved right now," he smirked.

Suddenly a door opened behind me and when I turned around, I saw Hvitserk grabbing his car keys, putting them in his jacket pocket and walking to the front door.

"I'm off then!" he shouted in Ivar's and my direction. Before he stepped outside, his eyes met mine. He seemed heavy-hearted. Was it because of me and Ivar?

“Hvitserk!”, I shouted after him, just as the door fell shut behind him. No, I need to talk to him before my newfound confidence leaves me again. “I’m right back!”, I jumped up und rushed to the door, pulling it open a lot quicker than I intended to.

“Hvitserk!”, I said again, keeping him from leaving the building.

“Yeah?”, he turned around and his facial expression immediately lit up. He looked at me with hope, giving me a soft smile.

“Would you go on a second date with me?”, I said frankly and with the door falling shut behind me, my self-confidence was gone. I grew nervous again, expecting a rejection of the finest.

Instead, his smile grew wider until he was fully grinning. “Sure, how about right now?”

Thank you so soo much for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading this part. 😊💚 Have a nice week! 😇 I appreciate any kind of feedback from you guys. 🤗

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