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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Le Vampire

Vampire!Hvitserk | mini chapter 1 of 3

AN: This is part of a writing celebration by @saldelys I joined last year. It was supposed to be for Halloween 2021 🤦🏾‍♀️My prompts were: Hvitserk + vampire pre bed ritual. I’m soooooooo late with this, but here it goes. Pls share (reblog) & spread to anyone you think will enjoy it. 💕 | Words: 535

⚠️warnings: vampire stuff, blood, biting, very very brief mention of sexual activity previously but not described or seen. Otherwise just silly and fun

Two months ago…

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Before

It started with a kiss from a mysterious woman. Her lips were spells: she enchanted him. The night they spent together was magical and surpassed any of his previous experiences. Something about her felt unreal, almost as if he imagined her.

That morning when he rose from slumber, Hvitserk felt a mix of euphoric bliss and exhaustion. Everything seemed fine until he sat up. A gentle breeze blew through his curtains, letting the sunlight in. The golden rays he barely gave a second thought to felt like fire on his bare skin. Jolting back in pain, Hvitserk cautiously slid his hand into the sunlight, only to be met with a tinge of pain once more…

Now

Once Hvitserk realized what happened to him, and after a brief period of grieving his old life, he accepted it and embraced it. In fact, Hvitserk adapted too well, like he was always meant to be a vampire.

The first big step into his new life started with a house. Hvitserk moved out of the apartment he shared with Ubbe and purchased an old Victorian mansion on Hallowmas lane. It was located in a small town two hours away from Kattegat City, so small it wasn’t on any older maps. Rumor had it the town was created by witches. Hallowmas was special, like Halloween all year long.

After moving into the mansion, much to the confusion of his mother (who liked the mystical witchy element of the town) and utter amusement of his father, Hvitserk settled in nicely. All the curtains were specialized to block sunlight. He even tapped into his massive trust fund to replace the old windows with something better suited for a vampire.

Hvitserk created a special pre-coffin ritual, one that blended elements of his old life and new. Just before sunrise, Hvitserk would have his favorite snack. Vampire didn’t need to eat, but he wasn't going to let being one of the undead take away his greatest love; food. This was a perk for any humans who came over, unlike other vampires, Hvitsersk's fridge and cabinets were always stocked.

After the snack, he dresses in his favorite sleepwear. Comfort was important, especially when you slept inside a coffin. Not that he had to, Hvitserk did have a king sized bed in his master bedroom as well. But he liked to keep it authentic, except for the nights the bed called to him like a siren song. Or, when his lovers were over.

He stripped the inside of the coffin and made it as comfortable as possible. Cushioning, a real pillow, satin lining, furs. He tried to sleep in the old school ones in the beginning, but it was quite unpleasant.

With silk sheets and furs and a happy tummy, Hvitserk is now ready for bed as the first rays of sunlight brighten the night sky. That was the thing about being a vampire, you could feel it, even if you couldn't see it.

Humming contently, Hvitserk closes his eyes and wills the coffin lid closed with his mind. Now, he’d sleep until the day was replaced by night. When he wakes next, Hvitserk has to prepare for Ivar’s visit.

Pt 2 soon!

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Hello there :) please could I request something for Vikings with a female reader if possible. Where the reader (a shieldmaiden) meets the ragnarssons for the first time after being taken in by Ragnar when her parents are killed, and they start developing feelings for her later on? 💙

Hey! Thought that making this into headcanons/preferences would be the best format, message me if you want a full work where I elaborate!🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Vikings preference: Falling for a shieldmaiden taken in by Ragnar

Bjorn A little rough around the edges, at first - you're a complete stranger, after all. Maybe he criticizes your posture one day and you're more than willing to make him prove his 'superiority'. Whether you win or lose is not as important as the sole fact that you were a challenge for him, although he might not outright admit that. Despite being a shieldmaiden and Bjorn having witnessed your abilities first-hand, he still perceives you as a woman first - the burden of upbringing, one might say. Because of that, he often tries to fight your battles for you, both on the battlefield and outside of it. Most of the time it's small things: bringing you this, giving you that. He definitely might come off as overbearing at times but there's no malice in his heart - Bjorn genuinely believes he's doing the right thing. The downside is that even your stern words might not knock off his habits (the two of you fought numerous times about his overprotective attitude). That protective side of him comes out especially strong during cold winter months when he needs to be extra sure that you're well-fed and warm. In his hot and cold attitude, you find irrefutable proof of his affection. After all, what else if not love could bring warmth and care out of a man known for his dauntlessness and reserved attitude? Bjorn puts his fondness into words in a very peculiar manner: suggesting your possible gains. In other terms, he hints at all the goods you'd have and the shortages you wouldn't suffer if he could have your hand. See that pile of wood that's going to last you for at least a month? Or the furs on your bed that are just enough to stay warm on a freezing winter night? Without half-truths and subtext, Bjorn assures you that he could provide you so much more. Although 'could' should be read as 'wants to' - a desire he's determined to fulfil only if you agree to be his.

Ubbe The one who actually talks to you first, with no expectations or prejudice. Even if he did have those, he's capable of looking past them and making a fair judgement only after getting to know you. At first he's a little uncomfortable with the situation and your person because you're kind of like a sister but not really? That apprehension doesn't last long, however: he's a little too smitten with you. To his own surprise, your presence makes the long absence of his father a little easier to bear - Ragnar didn't leave on a whim, he had a reason to do so and it was a good reason. If the other Ragnarsons treat you with malice, thinking of you as the sole reason they had to grow up fatherless, Ubbe is always ready to step in and de-escalate the situation. In some way, he's similar to Bjorn in expressing his affection in the sense of being protective. Ubbe perceives you as a woman, a woman he loves to be exact, and only then a warrior, despite getting a taste of your skills on his own. Just like his half-brother, he'd try to do things for you, deal with the mundane burdens of everyday life; he only cares about you. The thing that sets them apart is Ubbe's willingness to stand back - once he knows you can stand your ground, he lets go a little, although reluctantly. Another thing is that he already acts like your husband despite being yet to earn that title: always being in your vicinity, fighting any men who try to woo you, thinking ahead and gifting you anything you might need in the near future. Whenever his training alongside his brothers, Ubbe tends to tease them saying that you're better than them. Whether that is true or just brotherly spitefulness is yet to be determined. When the moment comes and Ubbe confesses his affections, he's very straight-forward, telling you how much you mean to him.

Hvitserk Curious and fascinated - you're pretty and courageous. Even if you end up rejecting him (a possibility he doesn't think is realistic), you seem like a great person to be around. He's friendly from day one. Keeps hinting at his romantic interest in you through smooth, sublime and yet unambiguous remarks, so there is no doubt about his intentions. In an attempt to spend more time with you, Hvitserk offered to join you in training. Clashing swords and breadth-of-hair ducks were not enough to stop his flirting (you had this growing suspicion that he's also unnecessarily touchy - not that you were one to complain). The only difference from his daily sweet talk was that with a sword in his hand, Hvitserk's words became vividly more explicit. Some of them caught you off guard but once the surprise washed away, you realized you had nothing against those generous offers becoming true. Even if his brothers are also interested in you, he doesn't see them as a competition or a threat of any sort. His approach wouldn't be a surprise to anyone who had even once seen you two together - there was no chance any other Ragnarson could sweep you off your feet. Truth be told, you knew Hvitserk's feelings before he told you, although it should be clarified that he didn't explicitly confess his affections: during a quite intimate moment, in bed and under furs, he suddenly asked you to marry him. Relationship-wise, out of all the Ragnarsons Hvitserk is the one to treat you the most equally to him.

Sigurd Begins to be interested in you simply because his brothers were. Then he noticed your ambivalence towards Ivar and how much it was pissing the youngest brother off and Sigurd was instantly on board - he might yet find an ally in you. Out of the Ragnarssons, he is the most invisible brother and so he didn't quite expect to pique your interest. To his surprise, you're the one to accost him, asking about living in Kattegat and the family reputation he has to hold up. Not to mention all the prince's responsibilities he has to suffer. From your own words, Sigurd learned that, just like him, you're not one for big crowds and front rows, preferring to stray from the eye of the storm that so often seemed to emerge around Ragnar and his sons. He finally found someone who understood his perspective and not only that - they shared it. The two of you are often disappearing somewhere together and the general population of Kattegat quite quickly catches on but you and Sigurd care little about those rumours. Definitely spent hours upon hours coming up with a wax poetic ballad about you. He put himself in one of the verses describing his growing fondness for you. Luckily for him, he won't have to change the verse about the shieldmaiden loving some guy named Sigurd back.

Ivar Acts like he doesn't care and tries to make himself believe that mainly because deep inside he had immediately dismissed the possibility of you being interested in him. You've heard stories of course but a certain degree of scepticism is a trait of a good warrior - it keeps you level-headed. Once when you were sitting on the pier, enjoying a moment of solitude, Ivar approached you only to ask about his father. After all, you'd spent more time with Ragnar than he did, even if he wasn't your actual parent. While sharing stories about the famous Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar noticed that you're neither apprehensive nor fearful of him. In a way, it upsets him - he found himself in a situation where he doesn't have the upper hand. But this surprising and wholly unwelcome vulnerability didn't backfire. Truthfully, the longer you talked about the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok, the more Ivar wished you would stop talking about his father and simply talk about yourself. Except for his parents, you were the only person whose presence he didn't completely detest and Ivar was yet to make an opinion on how that made him feel. He definitely hates seeing you interact with his brothers as he naively thought that he was the only recipient of your sympathies and it's exactly that lack of exclusivity that makes him go out on a limb and make less-than-ambiguous remarks that you happily reciprocate. Sometimes, when he can't sleep at night, Ivar climbs onto his father's throne and dwells on various fantasies of glory and bloodshed. In those dreams, there's always a place for you - a brave and beautiful shieldmaiden that rides into battle by his side and gives birth to his children, who go on to become kings, emperors and conquerors.

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imaginesmai · 11 months

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Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson

Enemies to lovers, forced-marriage and based on the Disney movie The Swan princess. Here is what is probably the work I’m proudest of. Things you need to know before reading:

- As a medieval fic, there will be typical misoginist behaviours, racisims at some points and stereotypes.

- In this fic, Ubbe is from Mercia, not a viking, but a prince. His whole family is ruling that country, while yours rules over Wessex.

- Ivan doesn’t exist. I had to erase a brother for the plot I’M SORRY.

- It hasn’t been proof-read. So, if you find any mistake, please let me know!

Ubbe Ragnarson knew three things: that he would inherit the throne when his father died, that he should get married soon to assure that throne, and that he hated Y/N Ealhmunding. And those three facts were related. Because your hand had been promised to him since you were young kids, and now it’s time to fulfill that promise.

As princess of king Ecbert Ealhmunding, you also knew three things: that the laws for a kingdom ruler weren’t fair, that your father had done everything he could for you and your future, and that you hated Ubbe Ragnarson. Not only you hated that they had decided your future without you, or that you were expected to leave every braincell behind once you married, but also that the same boy who you had hated since childhood would be your husband.

Every summer, Mercia and Wessex try to make you both fall in love. And they fail.

But this summer is different, because a series of tragic and unfortunate events brings you closer to Ubbe than ever.

You’re no longer mischievous kids pulling pranks on each other, but responsible adults looking for what’s best for your country. And trying to survive in the meantime.

Preface: Ubbe and you meet for the first time, foreshadowing what your relationship is going to be like.

1st part: Just like any other summer, you have to leave your country. Just like any other summer, Ubbe has to open his to your annoying presence.

2nd part: your sixteenth-first encounter goes as good as planned.

3rd part: Aslaug tries to push you closer to Ubbe, leaving you in a vulnerable situation. When faced with a group of soldiers, they don't hesitate to make their opinion about you crystal clear.

4rd part: The soldiers’ attitude forces your father to make a decision, and you finally see an end to your engagement. Only that, when presented with the chance, you’re not so sure.

5th part: No longer under the pressure of an arranged marriage and with the hunting raid around the corner, you can almost taste your freedom. But something new awakens and neither Ubbe and you know how to deal with it.

6th part: The morning of the hunting raid arrives, and new feelings are revealed.

7th part: Ubbe and you take important decisions, about your future and the future of your kingdoms, not knowing that something bigger than you is happening outside the castle’s walls.

8th part: tragedy strikes when you least expect it.

Want to read more? Check out my side blog @imaginesmaimasterlists, where I keep all the masterlists! Feedback is always appreciated

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hc-geralt-23 · 11 months

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Masterlist

I don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

Feel Free to request. For any of the following and if you want one for anyone not posted let me know.

My main Fandom are Sam And Colby, Matt Smith, House of The Dragon, Henry Cavill, The Walking Dead, The last of us, Game Of Thrones, The Hobbit, Lord of the rings, The Vampire Diaries, Vikings, marvel, DC, Twilight, The Witcher, and The Last Kingdom.

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targeryan

A Kingdom of Our Own

Daemon Targeryan Love Story

Love Across The Houses

UPDATED VERSION Love Across The Houses

Dragon Riders: A Tale Of Forbidden Love

A Tale of Elven Love and Dragon's Flame

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Redemption's Embrace: A Last of Us Tale

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Eclipsed Hearts: A Tale of Redemption and Resilience. Second ending

Broken Promises

Chasing The Light

Love Amidst Harsh Truths

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore and Elena's Older Sister

The Messy Love Triangle of Stefan, Sarah, and Damon

Vikings

Ubbe Lothbrok

The Soulmate Dilemma

Bjorn Ironside

The Soulmate Dilemma

Ivar The Boneless

The Betrayal Of Ivar The Boneless

Love and Power colliding

Ragnarsons

Brother in Blood

Halfdan The Black

A Prince's Sacrifice for His Princess

King Harald Finehair

The Viking King and the Shieldmaiden: A Tale of Love, Courage, and Perseverance.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

The Clumsy Love

No Questions Asked

Redemption's Trail Part 1 Part 2

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Negan Smith

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Sam And Colby

Colby Brock

Guardians of the Enchanted Grove

Twilight

Jasper Hale

The Hobbit

Marvel

The Witcher

Geralt of rivia

Destined Bonds: The Dragon and The Witcher

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

Updated The Dragon And The Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

The Last Kingdom

Again i don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

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milbethmorillo · 1 year

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Saw marco playing with a prosthetic Ivar's head on a post a couple of days back 🤭 it was so funny that I had to draw it lol

#illustration #fanart #vikings #chibi #ivar #hvitserk #ragnarsons #history vikings #Hivitty #ivar the boneless

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solioquyforme · 1 month

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Lhyrie finally learns something that’s perplexed her since before taking York. Ubbe trains Alfred and then more sword fighting between him and Lhyrie with some added spice.

Another long chapter and honestly the last half of this chapter is one of the key points that made me want to write the part 2 of the series.

#ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #Vikings tv #FanFiction #au #mine #ao3 #fanfic #chapter posting #like seriously i wrote this so quick because i love it #ubbe x oc #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe ragnarson #hvitserk #Alfred Vikings #ubbe x Alfred

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 line up

Day 1: Pegging- Spencer Reid

Day 2: Titfucking- Bjorn Ironside

Day 3: Hate Sex- Loki

Day 4: Teratophilia (monster fucking)- Venom

Day 5: Collaring- Steve Rogers

Day 6: Chastity- Michael (supernatural)

Day 7: Virginity- Adam Warlock

Day 8: Master and Slave- Jaskier

Day 9: Stripping- Obi-Wan Kenobi

Day 10: Praise Kink- Pietro Maximoff

Day 11: Sensory Deprivation- Thor Odinson

Day 12: Medical Play- Helmut Zemo

Day 13: Size Kink- Fili

Day 14: Orgasm Denial- Fandral

Day 15: Noncon- Felix Volturi

Day 16: Gags- Bucky Barnes

Day 17: Threeway- Harley Quinn and Clark Kent

Day 18: Spanking- Hvitserk Ragnarson

Day 19: Uniform- Jim Hopper

Day 20: Mind Control- Lucifer (spn)

Day 21: Panties and Lingerie- Dean Winchester

Day 22: Bondage- Victor Creed

Day 23: Deepthroating- Sam Winchester

Day 24: Sex Toys- Lindir

Day 25: Edge Play- Legolas

Day 26: Overstimulation- Ivar Ragnarsson

Day 27: S&M- Glorfindel

Day 28: Daddy- Logan Howlett

Day 29: Breath Play- Thranduil

Day 30: Free Use- Sif

Day 31: Masturbation- Alistair (Twilight)

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #criminal minds imagine #Vikings imagine #marvel imagine #supernatural imagine #Witcher imagine #Star Wars imagine #hobbit imagine #twilight imagine #dc imagine #stranger things imagine #xmen imagine #lotr imagine

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dylanobrienisbatman · 9 months

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Since we’re talking about Vikings, I’m obsessed with with dynamic of the the Ragnarsons. I love the way they each call on a part of the legacy of their father, and how the tension between them is his internal struggle laid bare.

Ivar is his brilliance, his ability to understand the whole of the picture before most people can even seen it. It’s also his strive for recognition and fame. but it’s also about how that brilliance and that desire for legacy drove him to a place of madness, and eventually led him away from his homeland.

Bjorn is the deeply Viking part of Ragnar. The strong, almost invincible soldier, a descendant of the gods. The leader, the warrior. He represents Norway, and Ragnar’s duty to her, in a way. He also represents how that duty stifled Ragnar, in that Bjorn never truly achieved everything he desired.

Hvitserk is the lost part of Ragnar. The addiction is the most obvious part, but it’s also the way he is searching endlessly for his purpose. The man who was uncertain of his place in the world, the man who is battling his faith in his own gods with his growing knowledge that there is other paths out there.

Ubbe is the part of Ragnar who always longed to go back to that farm with Lagartha. the part of him that ached to be just a man again, after becoming a legend. The way Ubbe ends up living with Floki in a new land , unknown and ready for a quiet life, shows how Ragnar wished he could have been, in some parts of himself.

the clashes between them are so beautifully mirroring Ragnars own clashes. the way Bjorn and Ivar never see eye to eye but together are unstoppable. The way Ivars brilliance and lust for legacy shapes slowly into madness, and none but Hvitserk remain with him, and in turn Hvitserk can find Ivar, because Ragnar wandering soul always found solace in the ability to understand the new worlds he was seeking. the way Bjorn and Ubbe clash least, two different forms of a typical viking man, but yet they never seem to connect deeply, because the farmer and the viking legend cannot be one man.

One man, and his four sons. A beautiful picture of the difference facets of humanity, in a single story and then splintered into four.

#vikings history channel #vikings #ivar the boneless #bjorn ironside #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson

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helreginn · 6 months

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Hey! I know this seems random, but I’ve been looking for people to rp vikings and I’m Norse, have you found many people? I would make a blog for a Viking character if I knew there were people out there. Let me know, thanks! - ooc.

@mcu-pep

Hope you don't mind me posting this publicly. I myself am in search of people. I even resurrected @theroleplayingedda (a masterlist of rpers) in hopes of finding people with limited success. But I did find as many active (this year, at least) blogs in my followers and in the tags that I could. So I figured I'd put this here in case others were having trouble too.

Really hope you guys do not mind me tagging you like this... If not, lemme know and I'll remove you. :)

@nykrose Nyk, the Näcken.

@valkxrie Brunnhilde, the Valkyrie

@varldsormr Jormungandr, the world serpent

@eddapoetic Havar, a fun fusion of many trickster deities

@starwrittenfates Sigyn, too many monikers. IDK, man.

@astridnorddottir Astrid, a valkyrie

@wildserkr Victor Halvorsen, a berserkr

@gulldrengur Baldr

@brknmnds Ivar, Sigurd and Hvitserk of Vikings as well as Angrboða and Jörmungandr

@arcanigenum Loke and Ull, the gods

@yggdrasilushxrt Dvalinn, one of the four deer of Yggdrasil

@savstaroth Thor, the god and a couple of OCs that might fit the descriptor idk like Ida Fjalarsdóttir, a witch

@mistressesandmastersofmythos Odin, Hel and Freyja, gods

@cryptiique Angrboda, Atreus (loki), Heimdall and Freyr (Of God of War canon sorta)

@storiedhistories SO many God of War muses.

@tessastormrp Baldr, Freyr, Harald Finehair, Loki, Tyr, Ubbe (GETS HIS VERY OWN TRIGGER WARNING!) Ragnarson and Sihtric of TLK

@all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone So many Vikings and Vikings: Valhalla and The Last Kingdom muses!

@entangledmuses Lagertha, Anma and Katia of Vikings. Eadith from TLK and lots of ocs with Viking and TLK verses!

@eclipsecrowned Fenrir, Freyja, Hel (Listen. LISTEN, Kadian's Hel is the BEST Hel. I DO make the rules), Hnoss, Laufey, Odin, Sigyn and Utgard-Loki

@belcvednanna Nanna

@melodicwitchlight Kiwi Hel (XD), Aslaug, Thorunn, Floki, Siggy,

@moonhoundman Hati, son of Fenrir

@berserkerofrealms Garmr, Hel hound

@paracosmms Angrboda, mother of Jormungandr, Hel and Fenrir

@bebbanburged Uhtred of the last kingdom

@sigynthevictorious Sigyn mother of Narfi and Vali

@bruadcr Þrúðr Þórradóttir, Sif, Ullr Lokison, Sigyn & Jormungandr

@runaljod Magni & Móði Þórsson, Fenrisúlfr, Þór, Loki, Frœyjɑ, Angrboða, Óðinn, Jörð and Loki

@mystiokinesis Bergfinnr Thrymrson

@kingoftheravens Loki, Fenrir, Jormungandr, Hel, Angrboda, Hati and Skoll

@deficd Ragnar Lodbrok, Hilda Ragnarsdottir, Gyda Ragnarsdottir, Sindre Ísleifsson, Solveig Ísleifsdottir, Valka

@crowsandmurder Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothbrok

@alldaddy Odin

@kissofthemuses Freyja, Sigyn,

@heartsdefine Sigyn

#asks #Vikings Rp #Norse Myth rp #Norse Mythology rp #The Last Kingdom Rp #The Almighty Johnsons RP #The Norsemen Rp #Valhalla Rising Rp #The Northman RP #Beowulf RP #Viking Rp #OutofÉljúðnir #How to Train Your Dragon RP

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hvitserkmarcosource · 1 year

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New Marco!! 🩷🩷

#marco ilsoe #marco ilsø #hvitserk vikings #hvitserk ragnarson #hvitty #history vikings #vikings #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk x reader #vikings hvitserk

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thyshadowwriter · 8 months

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Hi<3 Could you write some headcanons about the ragnarsons having a dominant s/o (separately)

Have a great day!

Ty <3

Ubbe:

The trickiest one among his brothers.

He’s used to the commanding role and he likes giving orders.

He’s pretty dominant himself.

It’s not that he won’t open up to another dominant s/o, but they’ll have to be on his level.

The dominance in the relationship would be balanced. One time it’s him and another it’s his s/o.

He’s a simple man when it comes to sex. He doesn’t need a lot of stuff to make it work or to get him in the mood. Usually likes simple, but effective positions.

It’s more about the general mood that sets who's turn it is.

A look, a certain way of touching, something subtle like that.

That’s not to say if something gets on his nerves, which a lot of things do but he keeps his cool, he won’t shove his s/o on the bed (or wherever they have privacy) and ride them till sunrise.

Fight training is also a good way to get him into the mood.

Hvitserk:

It’ll be unusual to him given that he’s always the one chasing new lovers and thus, being more dominant.

Still, he keeps an open mind to sex.

And noticeably, he likes to please.

As strange as the proposition may sound, he has no problem allowing his s/o to be dominant with him.

Say what you want out of him, leave him begging, he has no problem. Just don’t degrade, humiliate and neglect him, he has plenty of that in his life already.

He does appreciate being taken care of for a change, but will still want to be the ‘protector’.

He has someone that makes him happy, he likes to know he can protect them in the violent world they live in.

You’ll get the more playful and easy going side of him because he feels happy in the relationship.

Temperature play is off the list.

Ivar:

Oh boy, do you get a handful with this one.

Ivar is a very dominant person himself. Rarely you get any moment of vulnerability or one he’s not heavily guarded.

It would have to be someone he trusts, really trusts, for him to consider surrendering for a while.

It’s a plus if they can fight. Looking at you, Headmund.

Earning his trust is the long run. Don’t lie to him, don’t make him feel weak or like a burden for his disability, don’t treat him with pity. Things like that.

Before he surrenders, he must feel secure enough in the relationship that he knows his partner won’t stray for someone else.

Very much likes praising.

As he surrenders, you get the bratty, spoiled and impatient boy he truly is. Work your magic from there.

Bjorn:

You mean canon.

Look, this man is the best fighter and hottest viking of his generation. He knows that, you know that, everyone knows that. He doesn’t have anything to prove and his confidence reaches Valhalla.

He has precisely zero problems with a dominant s/o.

Bae, be as dominant as you want, this man is a freak in the sheets.

He’s up for everything, at least trying. If he doesn’t like something, he’ll tell straight away.

Might be a good way to keep him from straying…

Sigurd:

Honestly, the hardest nut to crack. (No pun intended)

He was neglected his whole life because of Ivar and doesn't have a relationship as close as Ubbe and Hvitserk.

That left him spiteful and with abandonment issues.

Before he even considers submitting to a partner, they must prove they care about him.

In a way, he’s like Ivar. His s/o will need to prove he, and only he, not one of his brothers or someone else, is their priority and that they only love him.

Earning his trust is a long game, but the payoff is great.

He doesn't mind his s/o taking a dominant role, but he has a lot of hard no’s.

Degradation and pain are the top no’s. Being bound is also on the uncomfortable side.

Simply tell him what to do and not to do and he’ll oblige.

But keep in mind he's a prince after all and he’s very much proud of his status, so you’ll also get the moody, demanding and bratty attitude.

Most of everything, he likes to be reassured he’s the only one in your heart and if you put that into or after the play, he’s a happy man.

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barnes-lothbrok · 2 years

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Against the World

Request by @rachelcarroll1819

Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless( they dont have to be full sister amd she was born a day after ivar and ended up being raised by her sister with the boys)

I tried ♡

Warnings - mainly fluff, death of family, blood.

Word count - +1k

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It was a cold and stormy night when the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open. Ragnar, who had been stumped in his throne, sat bolt upright, spilling ale into his lap.

He froze, eyes wide at the sight before him. His ex wife stood in the doorway, blood covering her face and hair under her cloak hood with a tiny bundle squirming in her arms.

Ragnar stumbled towards her as his eldest son Björn stood dutifully next to his mother, looking battle worn himself.

With shaking hands, he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the baby's face. This wasn't the babe he'd left for dead in the woods, they were smaller and were wailing at him like he'd deeply offended them.

Revealing the child eased one fear but caused more confusion. Frowning, Ragnar spluttered some incoherent words as he tried to wade through his drunken mind.

Was the baby his? How? How long was a woman with child for again?

Laughter broke through his thoughts as Lagertha laughed in his face, Björn and a few of their company joining in.

"By the gods, Ragnar. You are going to cause yourself an injury, " She chuckled "Stop thinking so hard, she is not yours"

"Then who's she?" The voice of his wife startled him once more.

Aslaug walked through from the back, cradling a bundle in her own arms. Now that was the baby he'd left, the one he'd just been mourning and drowning his guilt for.

Ragnar looked up to the roof, cursing the gods in his mind, for putting him in this situation. He looked between the two loves of his life, staring at each other, appearing as a mirror image.

Aslaug cradled her precious boy to her chest as he stoically stared up at her. She was a vision of elegance, royalty and grace, a princess.

While Lagertha looked the opposite, as she hushed the screaming bundle in her arms. She was a vision of bravery, bold and regal, a warrior.

"This is YN" Lagertha smiled down at the baby who began to calm "My baby sister"

Lagertha looked back up to Aslaug. "I wouldn't be here if I had another choice. My childhood village was attacked by raiders"

She stroked the little one's cheek as she spoke, as if to ground herself, to make sure she was real.

"I've lost so many, they murdered my younger brothers. My mother died protecting her, just hours after she was born" she looked behind her before looking to Aslaug again "who you see before you is all I have left"

Behind Lagertha and Björn stood only a handful of men and women, all covered in blood and injuries, some worse than others.

After a few moments and a glance back down at her son, Aslaug spoke with a knowing smile. Before the birth of her son, she had dreamt of a girl but not her own.

"Come sit, warm yourselves. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Kattegat is your home too"

There was a sudden commotion of tiny feet hurrying into the hall.

"BJÖRN" a small Ubbe barrelled towards him before a smaller Hvitserk attacked his legs. Sigurd toddled behind his brothers to greet their eldest.

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As the years passed you grew up with the chaos that was the Ragnarsons.

Soon after your sister's unexpected arrival, Ragnar and a group of his warriors raided Francia. Many did not return including Ragnar, leaving Aslaug widowed and with four young sons to raise alone.

Lagertha saw an opportunity to make the thriving town of Kattegat like one that many had never seen before. A town ruled by two queens, in order to give subtlety to their families.

The sons of Ragnar kept their prince titles and in turn you gained the title of princess.

You were by no means a dainty princess though, no matter how hard Aslaug tried to make you one.

You were your sister's ward after all. A mini version of her, much to Aslaug dismay.

One girl among four boys, she had hoped you were to be a daughter she always dreamed of.

While Aslaug tried to teach you to be a proper little lady, Lagertha encouraged your wild side. Often cheering you on as you held a poor Sigurd in a headlock at the breakfast table, for teasing Ivar.

You were often found covered in mud and muck from play fighting with the brothers, charging after them with sticks or attacking Björn by climbing over him while Ivar attacked his ankles.

Each of you were always careful around Ivar but never left him out, you most of all tried to make him feel included.

When playing battles you and Hvitserk were his warriors, protecting him while he planned how your team would win against Ubbe and Sigurd, joined by Björn when he was around.

As time passed play skills would turn into practiced battle skills.

As you grew older, feelings for Ivar grew too. Having been so close all your lives, it surprised no one when flirty comments were thrown into the mix of playful teasing. How glances and smiles would linger longer than before and the way your cheeks turn blush pink if he made comments or suggested things a little further out of the friend boundaries.

Your first kiss was shared around the back of the Great Hall. Ivar had become jealous of you sitting in Hvitserk's lap.

It had been the result of a dare by Sigurd for losing a game of Tafl against him. He knew Ivar had a crush on you and that it would make his blood boil and oh boil it did.

He blamed you for the feelings driving him crazy, for growing beautiful and for being you. He blamed you giving him this urge to kiss you all the time. According to him it was all your fault, he felt this way, to which you yelled back.

"Just kiss me then!"

After what felt like a lifetime of him frowning at you, he yelled back.

"Oh, I will!"

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into him, his lips crashing with yours before it turned into a heated, messy kiss. Noses bumped, teeth clashed and lips were bitten as each fought for control.

From that moment on your relationship blossomed from childhood friends to lovers. Unsure of how the others would take the new relationship, the pair keep it secret for a while.

In your minds, it was you and Ivar against the world.

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Unknown to them, the family already knew.

They had all placed bets on when it would happen.

Hvitserk sat smugly at the table, with a pile of his winnings from gold and jewels to Ubbe's best dagger and Sigurd's lyre with a mountain of food in front of him.

He had been whispering for weeks in Ivar's ear about taking you as his own, to which he knew Ivar would break.

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🙌🙌🙌🙌 Just read the one you did for me and holy shit, you are such a good writer 😭❤❤ now if it is okay I am going to do angst or on the verge of angst. One with the ragnarsson family ( both female and Male, maybe even ragnars brother if that is okay?). Their reaction if you got seriously injured maybe even dies when they left their house/town for like an raid??? ❤❤❤

Vikings preference: You get injured while they're gone

Ragnar On the outside, he appears relatively calm and collected, asking you what exactly happened. Once he makes sure you're alright in general terms, he goes out to search for whoever did this to you. Tells them that if they have a dispute with him, they could have simply talked to him but now that they have committed to a violent way, Ragnar challenges them to a duel. Fairly obviously, he wins but decides to spare the offender and instead of taking their life, he takes one of their limbs. Having children with him wouldn't really influence his actions, only the severity of his anger and the damage he does to the culprit.

Bjorn He's seething. Bjorn is very well aware that because of who he is, there are many people out there who don't need any more reason beyond that to spill blood. Apparently, if they can't spill his, yours is just fine. His method of solving the problem is finding whoever did this to you, dragging them out of their house, making a huge scene with an exalted speech, only to kill them in one strike in the end. Until you're alright, and he's very sceptical about your assurance, he visits you during the day but never lingers for too long. Bjorn think he should be out there to catch any scheme in the making. If you have a son of age, Bjorn will take his anger out on him partially: the boy was, after all, told to look after you when his father can't. But if you have smaller children, he's definitely not letting them out of his sight for the next month or so. Also prohibits them from spending time with strangers, just in case.

Ubbe Being a prince, part of him expected something like this to happen, so he's not exactly surprised but still, he thought people had more respect towards him and his family. No matter the severity of your injury, he's off to have a 'stern talk' with the offender, which means more or less that he's going to beat them within an inch of their life while making very believable threats of what happens should they try something like that again. Until you get better, only Ragnarok itself can force him to leave your side. But if you have children, the scale is tipped instantaneously and he's not afraid to decrease the population of Kattegat. He's very family-oriented, so a threat towards his offspring is a threat towards him personally.

Hvitserk Grabs Ubbe to get the problem 'sorted out' which comes down to Ubbe holding down the culprit and Hvitserk going absolutely berserk on them. If anyone asks, neither of them knows what happened. Suspiciously, the culprit themself doesn't speak up about how they got beaten nearly to death. Despite the suspicious obliviousness, everyone and anyone who once wished ill will on you are having second thoughts. If you have old enough children, he considers that 'incident' a sign to start teaching them to fight.

Sigurd More baffled than angry. Out of all the Ragnarsons, he's the least notorious, so why in Gods' names did someone specifically go after you? He figures that the offence wasn't really aimed at him but rather at his entire family and the culprit went for whoever was the easiest target. Which doesn't really make him feel any better: you got seriously hurt by random chance, only because you decided to settle down with him and you, apparently, were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Depending on how severe your injuries are, he's willing to ask Ubbe and Hvitserk to join him in going after the culprit. After that is dealt with, he begins seriously considering moving away from Kattegat. If you have children, he both decides it's time to teach them to fight but if you have a son, he's going to get the short end of the stick: Sigurd will constantly remind him that when he's gone, it's your son's responsibility to defend you.

Ivar He may be a deranged individual but he's not stupid, so he doesn't storm off to fight the offender in a duel - Ivar knows his chances are slim at best. So he thinks of a perfect ruse, something that would lure the culprit into their own demise. It, quite obviously, ends up working and all of Kattegat gets to marvel at his horrendous and yet impressive genius. Whoever dared to raise their hand against you is not publicly begging for death as some of the bravest men around grimace in disgust. The message to his enemies should be considered received. For most of his life, he was quite convinced he couldn't have children so when he finally has them, he's horribly protective of them. And that means his ruse becomes slightly more unhinged.

Aslaug She can't retaliate in an equally violent way but that doesn't really matter - she has her own way of making life Hell for the offender. Aslaug exiles them publically, making sure that all of Kattegat heard about their wrongdoings. As a queen, she can go even a step further and ensure that all of Norway knows what they had done and no family or jarl will ever give them shelter.

Lagertha Publicly promises to kill them but not before a fair trial. It's not really about justice but rubbing their punishment in - in other words, she follows the way of the Gods to make sure that the culprit goes through absolute torture in this life and the next one. Once the verdict is announced, she spares no time in driving her sword through their chest. Similarly to Ragnar, having children doesn't really influence her choice of actions but only how much anger she expresses and the unsavoury language she uses.

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Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson (3)

I wanna say I’m sorry in advance and that next chapter will be up tomorrow, so pls don’t attack me Other parts: Once Upon A Fairy Tale Masterlist

Plot: Aslaug tries to push you closer to Ubbe, leaving you in a vulnerable situation. When faced with a group of soldiers, they don't hesitate to make their opinion about you crystal clear.

Warnings: men being rough with reader, unwanted sexual attention, harassment

You woke up alone in the room, but there was evidence of another’s person presence not too long ago. There were robes on the ground, and a pair of man’s undergarments hanging from the bottom corner of the bed. Besides, it smelt like Ubbe.

When last night you told him to sleep on the ground, you half expected him to drag your out of bed by your foot, but you were too tired to care. Yet, as minutes passed by, you only heard him change clothes and pile covers on the ground. You had been almost lulled back to sleep when he had taken the pillow from under your head.

It could only go so well.

That morning, you changed clothes quickly, not wanting to find any unexpected visitors, and let the room to be made by a servant. It was sunny and warm enough to leave your coat inside, and to choose a light dress that would let the sun bathe your skin. Following a tradition you had created many years ago, you took the hall that led to the gardens and stared at the colorful flowers.

Spending a whole summer in a foreign country was incredible boring for a kid, and when you didn’t succeed in making friends, you had to look for other sources of entertainment. Ubbe and his brothers didn’t let you participate in their games; probably, because you won each one of them without playing fool. The only kid who made an effort to befriend you was Sigurd, but his interests didn’t align with you.

There weren’t many pleasant memories in the castle, but the gardens told a different story. Hvitserk was allergic to many of the flowers that grew inside, so the Lothbrok’s brothers didn’t go there often. It was silent and peaceful, and apart from an occasional interruption, you found yourself enjoying the calm. On the other side of the garden, you could hear the castle coming alive, probably from the courtyard.

Back home, you didn’t have flowers, not as pretty as in that castle. Watering them and watching them grow was your main activity during those months.

“Those are primroses” a woman’s voice said behind you, while you knelt in front of yellow flowers. “Had them brough from the woods outside the castle. And they’ve grown just fine”

“I can see that, my queen” you answered to Aslaug, not moving from your position. “They’re beautiful”

“Indeed” she agreed. “They’ve grown just fine”

Her feet moved forward and soon you were covered by her shadow. Looking up, you met her icy eyes and cold smile.

If you had to define Ubbe’s mother with a word, it would be distant. While her son was all feelings and impulses, she was always calm and passive. You had long ago discarded the idea of an indifferent queen – everything that happened in that castle, she knew where, when and why. Anyone could be fooled by her attitude, but you knew that every word and gesture was intentional and had a purpose.

Slowly, you rose up and brushed the dirt from your dress, although there was none.

“Do your new chambers meet your needs, my dear?”

“They do. Although I’m afraid I don’t think prince Ubbe share the feeling”

“He will, eventually. Give him time” she tilted her head in what pretended to be an innocent way, but that made her look like a snake staring at her prey. “Any man can get used to it”

You smiled without your teeth, because you had no doubt there were many others empty rooms in the castle. Only that she didn’t want you to be anywhere else, and you could think of a few reasons why.

Last year, you heard some of the servants talk about Ubbe, in a way you had never heard or thought about. You had had your own adventures at home, with a vendor from the market and with the stables’ boy in your castle. But those words got stuck in your brain, and for a few days, it was the only thing you thought about.

“It’s just, he’s gotten so big. And tall. And that face… He looks just like his father but more handsome, and he isn’t married yet. I would kill to feel what he hides between those elegant clothes” a servant laughed, as if it was a secret.

“I know. I can’t wait until he comes back. Heard he has let some girls into his room. I will gladly volunteer next time”

Everyone who had eyes could see Ubbe’s resemblance to his father, a strong, ferocious and handsome king. While you weren’t very fond of him, you had eyes, and could see too. Aslaug wasn’t any different.

She was getting impatient, and every year that went by, was another chance of a bastard appearing in the hands on a common girl and asking for rights.

“People will talk, but you don’t have to worry, Y/N” Aslaug assured. With a look, she started walking and you followed her, with your hands laced and your eyes on the ground. “Maybe it’s not common to share chambers before the weeding. You’ve been engaged long enough to skip that rule, don’t you think so?”

“I... don’t know, my queen. I can’t say what others might think of the situation, only that neither prince Ubbe nor I like it very much” you tried.

“You’ll get used to it too, don’t worry. After all, what better place to stay than in your husband’s bed? Isn’t that where a good wife belongs?”

You knew better than to talk back, so you kept quiet. The flowers you intended to take care of moved past you as you walked by her side, servants and soldiers bowing. Every year, she took upon herself to remind you that time was running out. Every year, she ambushed you sooner or later and tested the waters.

Sharing a room was nothing but accidental.

She couldn’t care less about his son’s reputation or about your dignity. The only thing she cared about was other’s opinion, and what they might say. Because they would talk, about you and Ubbe, and if someone was bold enough to start the rumor of you two bedding, the wedding she wanted would come up way sooner.

Birds chirped around you as you listened to her list the good qualities of a wife. You might not have had a mother, but your father had taught you enough and assured you other people would when he couldn’t. You knew what was expected from you, how you had to behave in and out the bedroom. Hating your fate didn’t make you ignorant, so you kept your head down and listened.

After a long and torturous walk through the gardens, you found the exit to the courtyard, where the king’s sons were training. There were soldiers and majors fighting against each other, laughing and tossing friendly punches.

From the language they were using and the lack of women, you guessed that was a place you weren’t supposed to be. There were shirtless men sweating and showing off his muscles, in a relaxed atmosphere that wouldn’t suggest the princes were between them.

Sigurd and Hvitserk were fighting against each other, with training swords and wooden shields. The loud noises didn’t alert anyone from the presence of the two visitors, and they kept going. Your eyes stopped when you found Ubbe, not too far away in a hand combat with a man twice his size.

He was shirtless too, new tattoos and scars decorating his body. The previous day, you hadn’t really noticed the change from the boy to a man, but now you did. He moved effortlessly around his opponent, dodging hits and throwing punches.

As you stared at the muscles of his back tense and move, you felt enchanted. You weren’t sure you blinked until the prince finally got a hold of the man’s forearm and threw him to the ground. When Ubbe rose victorious and showed his brothers a teethed smile, you forced yourself to look away, wondering how could a face change so much in a year.

Only then, you noticed Aslaug looking at you, with a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“Thought they would have finished by now. How silly of me” she excused herself. Instead of turning around, she gathered her skirts and stepped down the first stair. “Come on, dear, let’s say hi. It would be rude not to do so”

“My queen, I’d rather – “

“Now”

She didn’t wait for you, just kept walking down, knowing you would follow. Queen Aslaug had earned herself the respect and fear from the castle, day by day, and as soon as the soldiers noticed, one by one fell to their knee.

They didn’t look at you, didn’t rise up when you passed them or acknowledge their training partners. In a wave motion, they bowed to their queen and pressed a fist to their sweaty chest. You moved behind Aslaug in silence, staring at their faces and bodies. Maybe it was all part of her plan, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy it.

When you turned thirteen and your father caught you talking with the son of the cooker, he decided you would continue your training and outside activities far from any men. Excluding blurry memories of soldiers fighting with your father when you were younger, you had never seen so many men at their knees.

Thoughts that surely couldn’t belong to you crossed your mind, and you looked forward, ashamed and with your cheeks red.

A few feet away from you, Ubbe’s blue eyes met yours, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked between the kneeling soldiers and your cheeks, twisting his mouth.

“Hvitserk, Sigurd” Aslaug greeted them, taking a good look at Ubbe’s face. “Ubbe”

“Mother” the younger one replied, staring at the both of you with a small smile. “Princess Y/N, lovely to see you again”

“What are you doing here?”

Ubbe’s voice was rough, no trace of the bright smile you had seen moments ago. Soldiers were starting to rise, still in silence, and everyone stared while Ubbe and his mother stared at each other. They were fighting some type of mental battle no one else was aware of.

Awkwardly, you waited by her side until she finally clapped her hands and looked at the crowd, ignoring her son’s words.

“Don’t stop on our account, please. Continue your work. Let princess Y/N see how strong and brave her soldiers are going to be soon” she extended her arms towards them, although no one moved. “Keep going”

Slowly, the sound of swords and shields came back, and Aslaug turned back to her sons.

You could feel the stares of every man in the courtyard in the back of your neck, and it occurred to you, you weren’t wearing appropriate clothes. As an unmarried woman, you were supposed to be elegant, discreet, hidden. Most of the dresses you had brough were long sleeved and with high necks, covering every inch of your body. That’s how everyone in Mercia had seen you until that moment.

But it was hot and you were supposed to be in the gardens, so you had chosen a pale, blue dress with a low neckline that showed your shoulders, and sleeves that only covered until your elbow. And you hadn’t touched your hair, leaving it hanging from your shoulders.

Now aware of the situation, you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at Aslaug, who seemed awfully pleased with herself.

You didn’t think for a moment she actually forgot about the training.

“What are you doing here?” Ubbe asked again, staring at her mother. “It’s training day. You know it. And you shouldn’t be here, neither should she”

Disgust dripped from the last word, and he didn’t even meet your eyes.

“But she’s your future wife, you should share every part of your routine with her” she fired back, not minding Hvitserk’s stifled snort. “I didn’t see you this morning at breakfast, were you in a hurry?”

“I was. I have been training all day. Here. Where you shouldn’t – “

“Don’t tell me where I can or can’t be, Ubbe. Enough”

“Mother, we were about to end” Sigurd stepped forward. “Why don’t you wait for us in the castle?”

“I have business to attend” she smiled again, her snake eyes looking between Ubbe and you. “But you should escort princess Y/N. I think she was trying to take care of some flowers”

Without saying another word, Aslaug walked the other way. Soldiers moved so that she could pass, and when she did, they went back to their previous fight. She walked with a determination she hadn’t had in the gardens, and even if you had had time, you wouldn’t had been able to follow her. Not looking once over her shoulder, she disappeared.

And then, you were alone with the three princes in a yard full of loud soldiers who resumed their previous behavior.

All the respect they showed earlier, the quietness that followed your path, was because of Aslaug. You were just the foreign princess of a smaller kingdom, with no authority or importance in their training practice. You guessed that they would have had more consideration for any other woman from Mercia, but your value was of a servant.

A person without opinion or saying, that didn’t need to be taken into account.

When a soldier passed by your side and spit on the ground, only inches away from your shoe, you decided it was enough.

“If you’ll excuse me” you said, already starting your way towards the stairs. It wouldn’t be easy and you would probably have to shove some soldiers, but there wasn’t any other solution.

“Where are you going?” Ubbe asked, coming forward to.

“To my chambers? To yours. Anywhere I don’t have to see this”

“You can come to mine”

You found yourself face to chest to a man with blonde, short hair, and a missing eye. Only his shoulders were the length of your whole arm. His sweaty face stared down at with you side smile, earning the laughs of some of his partners.

It wasn’t anything new to you.

Maybe, during the first three years, people were intimidated by a foreign country visiting his lands. Maybe, they were actually happy at the thought of his prince getting married soon. But it all vanished quickly and you had endured your fair share of comments and observations from Mercia’s people. And you weren’t amused anymore.

Ubbe was, who stopped behind you.

Those people were not willing to risk his head, so they always talked when no one but you could hear it. The servants whispered not so low when they prepared your bath, the nobles sat close to you and commented the empty seat by your sides, and the soldiers only talked when the halls were empty.

“Get out of my way” you scoffed, easily dodging his body and moving forward.

There was a faint commotion behind you and soon Ubbe was back in his place, his breath almost hitting the back of your neck. The fact that his very naked chest was a touch away was making you nervous, and you tried to walk faster.

Soon, you lost the small clearing the princes were training in and were fully into the courtyard, surrounded by bodies.

Not even ten steps into the crowd, Ubbe grabbed your elbow.

“Are you insane? Are you actually insane?” he all but screamed to you. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Why do you ask so many questions? The only thing wrong here is your mother, who should know by now better”

“You should too! What was that back there?”

“Stop asking questions!”

You pushed him away and turned around, wiling your feet to walk faster. Not because you were actually annoyed by his questions, but because having him so close, made you stutter. The feeling of his hot chest against your fingers when you pushed him away, tempted you to keep your hands there.

Thankfully, you were smaller than him, and could outrun him while he tried to chase you.

Some soldiers thought it would be funny to try and stop you, going so far as stepping into your skirts and grabbing your shoulder and hair. They laughed and made comments that you shouldn’t had to hear.

To them, it was chasing the rabbit that was escaping from his prince. To you, it wasn’t so fun.

One of the soldiers stepped on your skirt and the cloth tore, achieving a bunch of hurrahs from the rest of his friends. Stopping to see how bad the damage was, you saw Ubbe pushing through the soldiers farther than before, something murderous on his face. He looked at your dress and moved faster, going as far as throwing a man into his partner.

You turned around to keep moving, now your eyes warm with tears. One thing was the playful banter of children, or even the not-so-playful pranks with Ubbe. But it wasn’t a joke anymore, you felt the men’s intention clear and loud. Humiliation and frustration boiled up in your body until you felt your chest tightening up. You willed yourself to save the tears for later, when you would be finally alone. So you tried to move.

Before you could do so, someone grabbed your hair and pulled harder than before, making your yelp in pain. You were thrown back, and by mere luck, you hit a man’s chest instead of the ground.

Suddenly, a pair of rough hands were on you, while your captor’s arms held you still.

“Come on, don’t be shy! Show us what more you have there!” someone roared, attempting to see through the slip of your dress. He managed to lift one side and grip your left calf.

“I’ll take the other side!”

He didn’t, because when the first man tried to move higher, still holding your left leg against him, was met with your foot on his face. The kick launched him back and made you stumble into other arms. Again, they tried to move lift your dress, now from behind. No matter how much you moved or kicked, your voice stuck in your throat.

By that time, there were tears running down your cheeks, and it was clear it wasn’t just a game between the soldiers. Some of them had stepped aside, looking almost troubled. But no one said anything.

It wasn’t like fighting with the princes, or falling into a prank. It felt like an assault to your dignity, even if they tried to make it look like a joke.

The first man quickly recovered and looked at you while covering his mouth. In his other hand, there was a piece of tooth that you had broken.

There was no longer humor on his eyes, not even the lustful glare he was trying to hide before. When he charged towards you, some of his friends tried to stop him, but it wasn’t enough. He moved with his whole-body force towards you, and since other soldiers were still holding you, you couldn’t do anything but close your eyes and try to cower away.

Between the shouts and laughs, you distinguished a familiar voice, and then heard a body falling to the ground.

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