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we-are-only-halfway-home93 · 10 months

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Come and Lay the Roses 36- Angel of Mercy- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: Aaline and Ivar are finally reunited.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of rape/sexual assault

Ch. 35

AN: Wow. It's been a long time. I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time and haven't been able to pin down why I waited so long to update. Part of me blames writer's block, part of me blames my schedule and timing, but the biggest thing I think that kept me from updating was that this would mean the end of this journey.

I came up with the idea for this story in May 2019 and after four years, it's finally finished. I don't think I was ready to end this journey and part with Aaline and the Lothbrok clan. I've been telling myself for weeks that I need to finish it and I've finally decided that I'm ready to end this journey.

I thank all of you who have stuck with me on this adventure.

“Angel of mercy, how did you find me? How did you pick me up again? Angel of mercy, how did you move me? Why am I on my feet again?”

~ “Mercy” by OneRepublic

She was warm. A marked difference from the last few weeks of her existence. She inhaled deeply and slowly, allowing the world to come back into focus. She blinked and surveyed the room she was in.

It was her room. Her and Ivar’s. The curtains were closed except for a six inch gap that allowed sunlight to stream in and light up the dim room. There was just enough to maneuver the room but not wake her.

She shifted and winced at the sharp pain that lanced through her back. It would’ve been gracious to call the bed she’d slept on for the last few weeks a cot. It was barely more than a metal frame with a threadbare mattress. The metal bars had dug painfully into her bones for the few days she tried to sleep on it. Eventually she took to sleeping on the floor. It was more comfortable by far but still gave her stiff muscles. Sleeping on a real mattress had done little to ease the ache.

She shifted slowly up to her elbows and glanced around. Clothes were littered on the floor. A serving tray of dirty dishes sat on the dresser across the room and a half full glass of water on the nightstand. She looked at the alarm clock and noted that it was the middle of the afternoon.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept or how many days had passed since her rescue. She felt grimy and dirty and knew she hadn’t been bathed since then. She decided not to wait around for someone to help her and hoisted herself out of the bed.

With stiff legs, she made her way to the bathroom and blinked rapidly against the bright white light that penetrated her eyes. She smiled at the bouquet of black roses that were situated in the middle of the counter. Ivar had even left a short note expressing his love. He didn’t date stamp it so she didn’t know when he’d written it but she settled it back on the counter anyway, contentment thriving through her veins.

She switched the shower head on high and undressed. Someone, probably Ivar, had dressed her simply. She pulled the black comfort t-shirt over her head and slipped her panties down her legs. The dirt and grime from the concrete room she’d been held in still decorated her body in streaks of gray and black and brown. She looked at her face in the mirror and narrowed her eyes at the vibrant purple bruise along her jaw and the dried blood that had caked itself in her nostrils and along her upper lip.

She tried to comb the rat's nest that was her hair so she didn’t tangle it further in the shower but there was little hope for the strands. She pushed it back from her face and stepped into the shower when the steam fogged up the mirror beyond sight.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her mouth. The hot air filled her lungs and she felt herself relax. Her muscles began to unclench and she could feel her body disengaging from fight or flight mode.

Once the trembling in her hands had stopped, she picked up Ivar’s shampoo and dropped a generous dollop in her hand. She massaged the minty soap through her hair and shivered as her scalp began to tingle.

She combed her fingers through the knots as best she could, wincing at the extra sharp tugs that befell her scalp when she came to a particularly vicious snarl. She rinsed the lather and began again, working to clean all the grease and grime from her hair that she could manage.

She used her own rose scented body wash to scrub the dirt and grime from her body, scrubbing twice like she did for her hair, before turning to the leave in conditioner. She worked the lather into her hair before tilting her head back and closing her eyes, letting the hot water pelt her chest and stomach.

She startled at the sound of the bathroom slamming open. She barely had time to shut the water off before the shower door slid open and she was pulled into Ivar’s arms. He didn’t seem to mind that she was soaking wet and dampening his clothes. He pulled her out of the steam and lifted her, settling her on the counter top. She shivered against the temperature difference and he left her arms only long enough to wrap a towel around her shoulders.

He returned to her embrace and she wrapped her arms and legs around him fully, holding him in the embrace of her body. She felt him sign against her neck and knew it was a weight leaving his shoulders. He pulled back and pushed her hair behind her ears with the flat of his palm. She nuzzled into the contact.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his fingers combing through the wet strands of her hair. She nodded against his palm and tangled her fingers in the longer strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“How many people did you kill searching for me?” She asked. He smirked and stepped out of her embrace. He took a second towel from the rack on the wall and began meticulously drying her off. He started from the top, softly stroking the towel over her hair, squeezing the ends. He trailed it across her shoulders and down her arms, stroking over the crease of her elbow and over the backs of her hands. He even toweled off the spaces between her fingers.

“Innumerable. There is no number that will equal how precious your life is to me.” He answered. He brought the towel to her legs and traced her thighs and hips. She sucked in a soft breath when he gently toweled off the space between her legs, stroking the curls and dragging between the crease of her thigh. He smirked before stepping back and lifting first one leg and then the other, settling the balls of each foot on his chest and he dried her calves and feet.

When he was satisfied, he pulled open the mirror and reached for her lotion and moisturizer. She closed her eyes and he traced his fingers gently over the planes of her face, taking care with her bruises. He rubbed in her moisturizer before opening her lotion and smoothing his hands over her chest. She shuddered when he worked the lather into her breasts, the spaces of his fingers catching on her nipples in a way that she wasn’t a hundred percent certain was accidental.

She opened her eyes when he withdrew and almost shouted when he lifted her from the counter and returned to the bedroom. She let him settle her on the bed as he pulled a new shirt, his, and new underwear, hers, from the dresser.

He took her breath away when he dropped to a knee before her and, not once breaking eye contact, slid her panties up her legs. She shifted so he could settle them over her hips. He hovered over her, his mouth a hair's breadth away from hers but denied her a kiss. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.” She whispered. He grinned before picking up the new t-shirt and sliding it over her head without ceremony. She laughed as she pulled her head through the neck and slid her arms through the sleeves.

Ivar grew serious as soon as she reappeared and she twisted around on the bed to face him. She let him examine her face, which she knew was a mess of cuts and bruises. “I’m fine, Ivar.” She said.

He met her eyes and gave her a sad smile. She leaned forward into his space. “You know, this whole time I’ve been awake, you haven’t kissed me.” Ivar tilted his head to the side, his smile growing playful. “Kiss me, husband.” She said, and Ivar was unable to do anything but obey.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking entrance almost immediately. She moaned and pressed forward, deepening their kiss. Ivar groaned and pulled back, licking his lip. She grinned at him, blood on her teeth. Ivar growled and leaned forward, his hand settling at her throat and squeezing.

She groaned as Ivar tilted her head to the side and trailed kisses down the side of her throat. They left fire in their wake and Aaline sighed, settling her hands on Ivar’s forearms as he maneuvered her head whichever way he wanted.

She trailed her hands up his arms to his shoulders, tightening her fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt. “There’s something that I have to tell you.” Ivar hummed as he licked a line up the left side of her throat. She moaned when he nipped at the hinge of her jaw.

“I’ve been meaning to say it for awhile butー” She’s cut off as a whimper works its way past her lips when Ivar sucked a mark into her throat at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Ivar hummed and switched sides, trailing nipping kisses up the other side of her neck. She knew she’d have marks to show for his affections.

“What did you want to say?” He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He traced the curve of it with his tongue before biting the lobe. She gasped and clutched tighter as his shoulders.

“I didn’t tell you before. I was afraid.” Ivar pulled back and met her eyes, his hands moving to cup her face. His thumbs stroked over her cheekbones. She blinked at him, her hands releasing his shirt and smoothing out the fabric.

“I love you.” She whispered, her voice trembling. Ivar hummed and stroked his thumb across her cheek. He leaned for and settled his forehead against hers.

“As I love you.” He responded. Aaline released a watery laugh before surging forward and kissing him. Ivar laughed and opened his mouth to her, letting her devour him. She sat up on her knees and pressed bodily against him. Ivar groaned and stroked his hands down her back, reveling in the feeling of his wife safe in his arms again.

Aaline giggled as Ivar’s hands smoothed up her back, taking her t-shirt with him on his way. She settled in his lap, relief flowing through her veins as her husband proceeded to make love to her.

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thespiritofvexation · 1 year

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Sometimes I see people referring to Hvitserk as "Hvitserk White-shirt", which is basically moon mooning him, and that's fair tbh

#moon moon ragnarsson #i am watching vikings

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Training

►◌Author's Note: This was kinda freaky lmao. I thoroughly enjoyed writing and I think Ubbe won but I did not write the request lmao. Who do you think won? Drop a reply below lol My taglist and requests are open! I hope that you enjoy it! thanks again ►◌Pairing: Reader x Ivar, Reader X Hvitserk, Reader x Sigurd, Reader x Sigurd. ►◌Warnings: Some Smut. It's freaky lol. Enjoy. ►◌Requested: Not sure if your still doing requests but if you are could you do one with ivar and his brothers trying to see who could make you cum the hardest and faster, with ivar winning by making the reader squirt

►◌ This is a continuation to Permission

Ivar had been particularly distant with you. He stayed away always with his brothers or that damn blacksmith. And it was supposed to be a punishment, you were sure. But this wasn’t a punishment. You were fine with his distance. You’d taken to training with Hvitserk. You wanted to learn how to properly fight. Hvitserk started with you easy. He swung the wooden sword down at your shield and immediately you jumped down. Your feet landed hard and you blocked him. “Look at you.” He smiled. Hvitserk’s smile was infectious. You brandished a smile and stood beside him. “I have been practicing.” “It seems you have time on your hands.” “I do.” You chose not to elaborate on the matters at hand. Everyone knew Ivar the Boneless was known to have mood swings. This was just lasting longer than you normal. “He will come around,” Hvitserk said. The training was over. The huge drops of rain hit the sand and you ran back to the hall, with Hvitserk in tow. “Tomorrow,” Hvitserk dropped his sword in the corner. “at dawn we start balance training. Your left foot needs some work.” “Sure thing.” You returned the smile and parted ways. He sat with Sigurd and Ubbe at the table closest to the throne. You made your way to Ivar. The snare on his face, however, was directed to his older brother as he took his seat and paid no mind to the scowl from the king. Hvitserk never really paid him any attention, it bothered Ivar. “How did your training go?” “It went well.” You kissed his cheek and to your surprise, he took your hand and kissed it. “I missed you watching me…” “I will train you one day.” He said simply. “Tonight actually.” “Tonight?” “Yes. Tonight.” Ivar laughed and he rolled his eyes. “I think you need a good session to help you with your… balance.” “Hvitserk is a good trainer.” You whispered. “I swear it was only training.” “Y/N, if I thought it was anything else I would have hung him upside down from the post already. Calm yourself. It is just training.” Ivar slid the plate full of vegetables to you. “Eat your food, I am sure you are worn out.” “Thank you.”

The festivities in the hall went into the early morning and like always there were the brothers, still at the table. They told animated stories of their raids and the gods. But this time they were all drunk, the mead had taken their effect. Even on Ivar. “Ubbe, do you remember the night we met the shieldmaiden in Ireland?” He sat perched on the steps in front of his brothers. The hazed smile made you feel warm as he pulled you closer. “Ahh, I do.” “Remember the game we played with her?” “I remember you losing.” Ubbe gruffed. “As well as you Hvitserk.” “I did not lose, you won because you tried too hard Ubbe. You always have to win.” “I try.” He took another gulp of the mead and turned to you. “I do not know if our brother would want his wife to play the game but from what I saw last time… I would like her to be.” “Yes. Yes, she will play. Clear the table.” Ivar laughed. “Take off your clothes.” He whispered to you. You stirred uncomfortably. “I am tired.” “I did not ask you that.” He clenched his teeth. “Get up and shed your clothing.” He paused. “Now.” “Ivar, you have loosened up,” Sigurd smirked. “Only because I know my wife.” You wondered what the games was, you shed your clothes and sat on the wooden table in front of the four of them. The cool ale dampened your flesh. Ubbe stood up from the table. “Would you like the rules Queen Y/N?” “It is a contest to see which one of Ragnar’s can you make you cum the hardest. Your job is easy… lay on the table and enjoy yourself. Simple enough right?” Sigurd stepped closer to you. “You go first then.” Ubbe sat down next to Ivar. “Make her cum. We will be the judge.” “My pleasure,” Sigurd smirked. He moved closer to you. His hands slid up the curve of your sloped thighs and his warm fingers sunk into you. It was new, his fingers were not like Ivar’s. They were longer, not as thick but talented none the less. He started slow, he pushed them into you once and then twice and then he curled them. He lightly touched your g-spot and your back bowed but then he pulled his fingers from the spot and pushed them back into you. Your pussy ached for more, harder faster. And like he could read your mind, Sigurd obliged. He delved his fingers into you at a steady stroke gently sweeping his thumb over your clit before pressing back into you. And the little trickles of your orgasm warmed your body. And then, you came. Your body tensed as the rush of pleasure halted your breath and your legs collapsed. Sigurd leaned forward and pressed his lips onto your pussy and then stood. “Your go brother.” Hvitserk rolled his eyes. “You did well. Kind of weak, but you’re not me… right? What are the rules brother?” “He just explained them. Hvitserk!” Ivar laughed. “You never listen.” “Just making sure.” Hvitserk pulled at your legs until they hung from the edge of the table. He then drug the wooden stool across the floor and took his seat. “Then I will start.” “What are you doing?” Ivar hissed. “There was no rule saying how she cums… just that she does.” “You cheat.” “Are you scared Ivar?” “I fear nothing. Continue.” The venom in his voice made you nervous. Hvitserk did not care. He lowered his head between your legs and his thick tongue delved to the pink of your pussy. His tongue flicked your clit and then his lips were around the swollen bud and you sucked the cool air of the hall in through your teeth. Your nails dug into the wood. And then his tongue dove into your pussy. Your body, still reeling from the work of his brother nearly triggered as you held your breath. He knew how to coax you there. He sucked flicked and licked you until your body reeled and then he added a finger into the mix. You refused to cry his name. You knew your husband well enough to know he would knock Hvitserk from his seat before he allowed another man’s name to leave your lips. Your body convulsed as his fingers pushed deeper inside of you. Your body coiled with pleasure as you clamped your thighs around his head and you came with a moan that waved through the hall. Hvitserk bit his bottom lip as he resurfaced from between your legs. His lips glistened with your cum. “Thoughts.” “weak.” Ubbe grinned mischievously. “I will let her calm down. I wouldn’t want you all to think I was cheating.” Ubbe nudged Hvitserk but the gleam of excitement was in his eyes. You sat up. “Take a rest Y/N. You’ll be weak soon enough.” “You are so cocky Ubbe. I cannot wait to prove you wrong.” Ubbe waved him off. Minutes passed and you sat back next to Ivar, His black cloak draped your body and all you wanted to do was sleep. Your body was tired, from the boys from training. You wanted to rest. You nestled yourself into Ivar’s arms listening to the boys' banter about their intentions for you. Your eyes grew heavy but as soon as they closed Ubbe’s hands lifted you from the steps and bent you over the table. “Are you sleep, Queen?” “No.” you lied. “It is okay, you will wake soon enough.” He snatched the cloak from your body and his hand came down on your ass. The stinging blow of his hit radiated your entire body and then as if it was nothing three of his fingers entered your body, they spin and they are back inside of you. Your body quaked. And another blow was administered, quick, stern and unexpected. You scream as he pushes his fingers back into you feel his cock through his pants. Hard and against the mounds of your ass you thrust back. “Rub yourself against, show that cocky husband of yours how eager you are to be fucked by me.” He whispered as he lowered his weight onto your body. His fingers mimicked his movements, and for a moment it felt as if he was truly fucking you, the movements, the grunts. “It’s okay to fuck back.” He growled. “your ass on my cock makes me want to fuck you.” He whispered. It was his words, you were certain. Your body exploded. The stream of cum seeped down your leg and Ubbe stepped back. All eyes were on you, including Ivar’s. “Your go baby brother.” Ubbe laughed and sucked his fingers. “don’t you move.” He said to you. “I want you just like that so I can train my brothers on how to make a woman cum apart… lose herself.” Your deep breaths ragged on as you listened for Ivar to drag himself over to you. He stood. His cane in one hand and made his way over to you. He sat on the same stool Hvitserk had and pulled you down to his lap to face the brothers once again. He spread your legs and his four fingers slapped against your clit stopping any pleasure Ubbe had given you. You yelped and then he’s inside of you. His fingers prod passed your tender overworked flesh and you scream. You were sore but Ivar knew what to do with those skilled fingers as he forced them inside of you and continued to fuck you. You missed being touched by him. His selfish tactics to punish you had worked because though all three of the brothers made you cum. Ivar knew how to make you lose all control. Your legs squirmed as he plummeted into your pussy. He moved quickly teasing the flutters of an orgasm start. Ivar could tell. He always knew. He slapped his four fingers onto your clit denying you that pleasure again and pressed his two fingers upon your clit. He rubbed in circles, quicker than before and just as you were there again, he slapped your clit and slammed his fingers back into you. You screamed in frustration as you tossed your head back in exhaustion. His fingers played you well. Your body built up again as your toes curled and the pure sense of elation covered you. Ivar continued to fuck you with his fingers and used his thumb to add just what you needed to get there. Your body triggered and the cum squirted out of you on to the floor. The brothers’ eyes were wide as a scream pierced their ears. “Good girl.” He laughed manically and placed a kiss on your neck. “All of you, training is over… get the fuck out.”

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lisinfleur · 4 years

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Justice - Part II

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

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

Justice was done.

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

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

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

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

Your poor master...

"More!"

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

"You're drinking too much..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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imaginesmai · 5 years

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They learn about periods

So! This is my first time doing preferences. I hope you like them!

Bjorn

- Let’s be honest.

- For Bjorn, blood is like water. Natural. Common. Probably sees it every day.

- Finds about it when he comes back from a raid.

- “Wait, I have my period”

- “And I have a lot of treasures, but they can wait”

- You stop him and explain him. He just shrug and put his hand under your skirt.

- From that moment, he loves fucking you when you are in your period. A freak in the sheets.

- It makes him feel he is again in the battlefield.

- And that you are not pregnant. Mostly that. Thank the Gods, he is not ready for another child.

- He is not ready for any child really. Someone take his sons and daughters away from him asap.

- I mean, even a worse father than Ragnar. Is that possible? Bjorn hasn’t named them yet. Yes, it’s possible.

Ubbe

- He has a habit for putting his arms in your stomach every once in a while. He says it’s because he want to hug you. He just want to know if you’re pregnant

- “Ubbe I’m not pregnant” “What? Why do you say that?”

- “Ubbe stop feeling my breasts” “They are bigger, I’m just saying!”

- “I can’t be pregnant because I have my period”

- He looks at you but doesn’t move his hands from your breasts. Still think they got bigger.

- You didn’t know a human face could held so many emotions.

- Blood out of there? Every month?

- Ubbe nearly cries while telling you how unfair are the gods with women.

- He also is like a little boy. He declares the war with your period. Want to get you pregnant as soon as possible.

- Expect tantrums when you tell him he didn’t got you pregnant that month. Next one he will try harder.

- Not that you complain.

Hvitserk

- Poor baby.

- Innocent sweet child.

- This little boy.

- We all know that he loves eating. Eating chicken. Eating vegetables. Eating you out.

- He grew with boys, so he didn’t know that woman bled down there.

- You are sleeping when you feel his head between your legs. You smile until you remember that last night mother nature paid you a visit.

- Even Ragnar, in Valhalla, can hear his son screaming like a mad man.

- Last night you two had sex. Was he too rough? Had he hurt something down there? Were you alive?

- He doesn’t even let you explain before calling for a healer. Why are you laughing?

- After he calms down, you explain him. With details. Enjoying more than you should the faces he makes.

- He is disgusted. Or horny. Can’t tell the difference anymore.

- So that means he can’t eat you out? Doesn’t matter he can still fuck you. All the time. Much like Bjorn, he loves battle nearly as much as fucking you with your period.

- Yet when you are not looking, he pouts because he can’t eat you out.

- Ask you all the time to make it stop. But helps you though the pain. With food.

Sigurd

- He wakes up to you moaning in pain. Except he thought you were having a wet dream about him.

- Teases you about it all day until you tell him at night.

- “I woke up in a pool of my own blood. I don’t mind going to sleep in yours”

- Run away quickly. You don’t see him for a few days. He has one of the thralls to explain it to him.

- Bet that he throw up at some point.

- Want to make you feel better but doesn’t want his life to end.

- Comes to your house full of flowers. And treasures of past raids. Is that a puppy? Also has two new dresses for you.

- You may or may not take advantage of him spoiling you. You may or may not have your periods a few days more.

- Spend all day with you, and finally feel comfortable to go to your shared house. Being alone with you was terrifying at the beginning.

- He wants to sleep, you wake him up because it hurts.

- “Odin woman. You are probably overreacting”. There isn’t enough Kattegat for him to hide.

Ivar

- “I need a new dress” “I just bought you one woman” “It’s stained with blood”.

- He knows blood comes out of wounds. And that wounds are caused by enemies.

- Does he kill someone before you can explain yourself? Yes, he does.

- More than one probably. Any excuse is a good one, isn’t it? Isn’t that the head of the man who looked at you the other day? Yes, it is.

- Too tired for that shit. You leave him be. So, Aslaug explain it to him

- She thinks that his eyes are going to fall out of its sockets. He covers his ears more than once

- At night he goes to your shared bedroom and lay with you. He knows a lot about pain so he helps you with it.

- He might like blood, but not yours. Isn’t even close to your pussy for days.

- Stay in bed with you until your period goes away.

- Then.

- Oh boy.

- Even his mother complains about the noises that came out of your room.

- Next time he is more prepared. But he kills someone. Just in case. Why not?

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hvitserks-revenge · 5 years

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I love that he turned the little Buddha around 🥰

#hvitserk white shirt #hvitty #hvitserk #hvitserks heathen feast #vikings season 5 #vikings #vikings fandom #marco ilsø

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akamaiden · 6 years

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Wicked Games

A/N: This is the smuttiest thing that I ever wrote and also this is my ticket to hell. This was requested by my beloved sister @ivarswickedqueen, I hope you like it babe! ♥️

Pairing: Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk.

Warnings: Smuttiest smut ever.

Gif belongs to: @bonniebirdsgifcentre.

Words: 2308 of pure sin.

“No guys, I can perfectly fine go to my house. I'm fine,” you said.

“Oh really?” Ivar said rolling his eyes.

“Stop babysitting me!” you said to him.

“Let her go, Hvitserk. Let's see how many steps she can give before fell to the ground,” Ivar said.

Hvitserk that was giggling seeing the whole thing finally let you go for his tight embrace.

“Go on, Y/N,” he said to you.

You started walking but your legs were so heavy and everything was spinning, which was really weird. But you forced your legs to move anyways.

And them you were falling from your six inch heels, but before you could hit the floor, you felt strong arms involving your waist.

“I got you,” Hvitserk said.

You blush and nodded, too embarrassed to say something.

“See? You can't even walk. You'll sleep in our house, tomorrow morning we can take you to your house,” Ivar said.

Discussing was pointless and you definitely drank a way too much.

Ivar was driving because he was the least high from you three. At some point you fell asleep on Hvitserk's arms.

You tried to open your eyes but you just faced the dark. You touched your eyes and you felt the silk fabric over your eyes.

“Why am I blindfolded?” you asked to nobody in particular.

“Shhh, be patient,”

Ivar? Why in the hell Ivar blindfolded you?

“Give me your hands,”

Hvitserk's voice was unmistakable. You held out your arms even that you're not understanding anything that was going on. Hvitserk caressed your arms for a moment.

“What are you doing Hvitty?” you asked when you felt something cold involving your right wrist.

He didn't answered and lift both of your arms. Your fingers recognized the headboard of your own bed and them you felt the same coldness in you left wrist.

“H-handcuffs?” you asked. You tried to sit in the bed, but you couldn't move your legs.

“And ropes,” Ivar said.

“What the fuck-”

You were silenced with a kiss. A passionate and intense kiss that left you breathless.

“Who kissed you?” Ivar asked.

“Hvitserk,” you said without thinking twice.

You knew Ivar for a long time and you knew he didn't like soft things. He was the type of guy that used to fuck the girls senseless.

A harsh slap caught your attention back to them.

“Wrong answer. It was me,” Ivar said.

“S-sorry,” you said blushing.

You never tried this kind of thing before so you were really surprised that you actually enjoyed a way too much the slap.

“Let's try again,” Hvitserk said.

You felt one of them sucking at your nipple, swirling his tongue on it, biting it roughly. Earning a long moan from you.

“So?” Ivar asked.

This time you took some time thinking, you wanted to see what you would receive if you answered correctly.

“Hvitserk?” you said.

It was more a question than an answer, yet you heard Hvitserk giggling.

“Good girl. You deserve a reward,” he said and you nodded.

You felt a finger touching your clit, drawing powerful circles on it.

“Jesus Christ,” you said moaning.

“She's so wet, Ivar,” Hvitserk said.

“Let me see it,” Ivar said and then you felt other fingers teasing your entrance.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please what?” Ivar said.

“Fuck me with your fingers Ivar, please. I need this,” you said.

You almost could see him smirking and you moaned even louder when you felt his fingers finally sliding into you.

He and Hvitserk had really skillful fingers, while Ivar was fingering you so hard and fast, Hvitserk was taking his time working in your clit.

They drove you to the edge real quickly, your legs were already trembling when they suddenly stopped making you whine.

“Why?” you asked.

“We think that it's too early for you to cum, right brother?” Hvitserk said.

They started touching you in so different ways, praising you, repeating to you all the time how beautiful you were.

After they took your time with you, one of them finally penetrated you. Whoever it was, he fitted you perfectly, he stretched your pussy like never before.

You wanted to say this to him, but the other, probably Hvitserk, slid his dick right into your mouth.

You were at their complete mercy and now they were fucking you real good. You already could feel your orgasm approaching. Hvitserk's cock was pulsating in your mouth, he was close as well.

“Y/N!”

You listened to Ivar's voice. Was he trying to say that he wants to cum?

“Y/N, wake up!”

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you slowly opened your eyes meeting Ivar and Hvitserk looking at you. You blushed wildly looking at them, if they knew what you just dreamed about.

“W-what you guys are doing in my room?” you said rubbing your eyes.

“Y/N, you're on our house,” Hvitserk said.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” Ivar asked you.

“Easy,” you said getting out of the bed. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and wash your face.

“I drank too much, right?” you asked going back to the room.

“Yes. You had no conditions to go alone to your house and considering that we have the house for us, we brought you here,” Ivar said.

“Thank you boys. Why did you wake me up?” you asked.

“Actually, you woke us up,” Hvitserk said.

“What you guys are talking about?” you said.

“Y/N, come here,” Ivar said.

“You were moaning too loud and calling us, when we found you here still sleeping, squirming, you know?” Hvitserk said.

“So we started thinking, what made you moan like this?” Ivar said.

You were pretty sure that you were red as a tomato. “I wasn't moaning, you guys probably heard it wrong and-”

“We know what we heard. Will you tell us or what?” Ivar interrupted you.

“You're right. Okay, I had a dream with you two and I'm so sorry... I mean we're friends since we're children and I know this is awkward so please don't hate me,” you said hiding your face on your hands. Just the thought of losing your best friends hurt you deeply.

“Hey, Y/N. Look at me,” Hvitserk said caressing your wrists and hands.

You looked at him and he gave you a smile that made your heart melt.

“It's okay. We all have already had this kind of dream, it's nothing to worry about,” he said.

“Y-you sure?” you asked.

“Sure, it's okay,” Ivar said.

“But you know, we can make your dream comes true. All you have to do is ask,” Hvitserk said.

“I-i don't know,” you started.

“Come on, we at least deserve to know what we were doing to get you moaning that loud,” he insisted.

“I was blindfolded and you used handcuffs and ropes to tied me up to the bed and I had to guess who was touching me, it was like a little game or something. Can we please forgot that now?” you said with your cheeks burning.

“You sure that you want to forget this?” Ivar finally spoke again.

You looked him in the eyes and his eyes were so dark, lust overflowing them. His predatory gaze made you wet, it was ridiculous but it was true.

“No,” you said. “But what if this fuck our friendship or something? You two are my only friends,” you said.

“No, no. Let's just say that we'll just get to know you more, it's just this,” Hvitserk said.

“What do you tell us?” Ivar said.

You nodded and said “But please don't tease me that much again,”

Immediately they got closer to you the first one to kiss you was Hvitserk. He kissed you so slowly, it was like he was savouring you. Ivar was sucking your neck and when he found your sweet spot you couldn't avoid and moaned against Hvitserk's mouth.

You felt their hands on the collar of your shirt and before you could talk something, they simply ripped off.

“I liked that shirt,” you said.

“We think you look a way better without it,” Ivar said while his hand snaked to into your panties.

Hvitserk, in the other hand, was sucking your nipple and pinching the other. You were with you eyes shut, moaning lowly while you pulled at Hvitserk's hair, making him groan.

“You're soaking wet,” Ivar said.

“Ivaaar,” you moaned softly looking directly at him.

“What do you want?” he asked while he was teasing your entrance.

“You. I need you deep inside of me. I-i want your cock buried deep into my cunt,” you said.

You wanted him to fuck you like one of his girls, roughly, you wanted them to cover your body with hickeys, you wanted them to claim you like their even just for one day.

They laid you down on the bed and started feasting from your body. Their eager mouth touched every little part of your body. But you wanted more.

“Ivar, Hvitserk, please,” you begged.

“Be fucking patient,” Ivar slapped your clit.

Once Hvitserk covered your breasts with hickeys, he and Ivar exchanged positions. Hvitserk was right between your legs and Ivar was sitting on the bed, touching your lips.

“Is your mouth so soft like looks like?” he asked you.

“This is for you to find out,” you sassed.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he said to you and you did exactly what he told but not to obeying him. Your mouth fell open because Hvitserk started sucking you, and God, he did this so good that you even forgot Ivar's presence.

“You're not alone with him, baby girl,” he said to you while he was pulling you closer to his lap, he pushed his cock into your mouth suffocating your moans.

This was even better than your dream, you thought. You sucked Ivar's cock like your life depended on this. He was pulling your hair and kept saying dirty things to you.

“You're a filthy whore, aren't you? Look at her, Hvitserk. She's so desperate to feel our cocks on her pussy,” Ivar said.

You stopped sucking Ivar for one minute so you can finally scream Hvitserk's name while you came hard filling his mouth with your juices.

“I guess you're in trouble now, kitten,” Hvitserk said after that he licked you clean.

“Who told you to stop sucking me?” Ivar growled.

“Ivar, I-i-”

“Shut up!” he interrupted you and slapped your face.

You were so shocked yet so aroused that you simply kept looking at him.

“That hurt, do it again,” you said smiling shily.

He was now nestling himself between your legs and without any warnings he slammed into you.

“Fuck, Ivar!” you said.

It was supposed to be a complaint but your moans only made Ivar smile.

He started thrusting into you so hard, so fast and so deep that you were sure that you'd need some time to walk straight again when this was over.

“So fucking tight!” he said and slapped you.

“This is better than your dream, kitten?” Hvitserk said catching your attention.

He was stroking himself, you could see the pre cum all over the tip of his cock.

“L-let me suck you,” you said licking your lips.

He smiled devilishly to you and got closer to you. “Open your mouth for me, kitten,” he said caressing your cheeks.

You smiled to him and gladly open your mouth for him. He touched your lips with the tip of his cock, wetting it with his pre cum. You licked and moaned when you felt his salty taste.

“Beg for it, kitten!” he said pulling you closer by your hair.

“Hvitserk, p-please. I want to please both of you, let me suck your big cock,” you managed to say between moans.

“Fuck!” he said and pushed his cock against your mouth.

Now that you couldn't moan, Ivar was fucking you even harder. And everytime he rolled his hips against your he hit your g-spot what made you choke on Hvitserk's cock.

You were so lost in pleasure. They made you feel so good, this was for sure the best sex of your life.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ivar kept saying and you could feel him pulsating inside you.

Hvitserk was close too, judging by the way he kept groaning. And you? You were with your eyes shut, trying not to explode around them, but you could feel your legs trembling and the pressure inside you getting unbearable. You needed to cum and so did they.

“Shit! I'm gonna cum!” Hvitserk growled pulling your hair trying to control your moves but you were sucking him like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck!” Ivar growled exactly in the moment that Hvitserk spilled himself in your mouth and Ivar coated your womb with his cum.

You wanted desperately to scream, to yell their names, but instead of this you just held the bed sheets, like if you were afraid of falling or something.

You simply exploded around them. The orgasm washed your body like a wave of pure fire that left you breathless.

The three of you laid on the bed while you tried to catch your breath.

“Wow,” it was the best you could say.

“That was something,” Hvitserk said smirking.

“It's your day off, right?” Ivar asked.

“Yes, why?” you asked.

“Good, because I don't have any plans to leave this room today,” he said.

His words were enough to sent goosebumps through your entire body.

You didn't know how exactly you'd still be best friends but at that moment you were just thinking that you needed more.

You were like their prey and you could say by their looks that they were not even close to be satisfied. The only thing you had in mind was that you wanted to please them, no matter how.

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vikingsstories-blog · 6 years

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Alex and Marco with fan source: danni_nico IG

#Alex Høgh Andersen #marco Ilsø #ivar #hvitserk #Ivar the Boneless #hvitserk white shirt #ivars heathen army #Vikings

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oddsnendsfanfics · 6 years

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I dig the sweater

#marco ilsø #i dig it #but did you all see alex?#that white shirt #hot damn #hvitserk #marco ilso #i love it #hvitserk's heathen feast #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok

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vikingsarememes · 2 years

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Ragnarsons as colors

Bjorn “ironside” Ragnarson

Ubbe Ragnarson

Hvitserk “White Shirt” Ragnarson

Sigurd “Snake in the Eye” Ragnarson

Ivar “The Boneless” Ragnarson

Story time:

So today I discovered that names have colors! Each letter represents a color and when mixed together the mixture represents the entire name so naturally, I did our beloved vikings guys! And I’m super excited about it! So… here are ragnarsons, suggest who should i do next 😹

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heathendaughter · 2 years

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Tangled (modern!ivar x reader)

A.N.: Hey, y’all. I’ve legit never written anything before(!!), so here goes nothing. Reader has no defining physical characteristics, she’s whoever you envision her to be. Feel free to offer up constructive criticism, just don’t be a dick. I love love love you all for all the content you’ve put out and I’m trying to contribute here.

*flashbacks are in italics

Summary: Ivar and Hvitserk’s best friend Y/N have been together for years without fully committing to one another. After a disastrous party and drunken mistakes, relationships are reevaluated and new contenders step up to the plate. Possible eventual Hvitserk x Reader or Uhtred x Reader. I have ideas, but let me know what you like! I can maybe be swayed. :)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: cheating, language (this may change as I continue)

It was the doorbell that woke you up, the sound reverberating through your skull like a gong. You peek an eye open and immediately regret it. More accurately, you regret the endless shots from the night before. Hearing voices nearby, you open your eyes once again, adjusting to the daylight.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fucking fuck.

Why did it have to be Hvitserk’s bed? Of every possible bed you could wake up in after a night of heavy drinking, this one was perhaps the worst.

You lean over the center of the car, your jacket catching on the stick shift. Uhtred sighs.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re killing me here. I’ve wanted you for a long time, but not like this. Go sleep it off and, if you feel the same way in the morning, text me.”

You try to angle yourself onto his lap, but he politely pushes you away. “Stay,” he commands, once you’re back in the passenger seat. You pout as he takes your phone and dials the most recent number.

“Hey, man. We’re outside. She’s gonna need your help, I think.”

“You’re no fun,” you whine. You know you’re drunk, floating haplessly in the sweet spot where you know you’re making dangerous decisions, but you couldn’t care less.

Uhtred chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. I just don’t think one drunken night is worth the wrath your boyfriend will rain down on us when he finds out.”

“EX-boyfriend,” you slur. “Motherfucker is HISTORY. Goodbye, asshole.” Your designated driver laughs again as you trill each insult.

“Again, text me tomorrow if you feel the same.”

You don’t get a chance to respond before Hvitserk knocks on the passenger side window. Despite it being dark out, you can still tell he’s pretending to be annoyed.

“HVITTY!” you screech, loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Would you shush, woman?” He has the door open and is half-dragging, half-lifting you out of the seat while you grumble profanities. Hvitserk ignores you, instead addressing the other man, “Thanks for getting her back safe.”

Uhtred just nods.

“And untouched,” he adds before shutting the door.

What in the hell is wrong with you? You rack your brain, trying to remember everything that happened the night before. It comes in flashes – the party, the tears, throwing yourself at Uhtred, getting dropped off at Hvitserk’s. As much as you wish he’d put you to bed without incident, the delicious ache between your legs tells a different story.

As soon as Hvitserk forces you to walk toward his apartment, the cold air hits you and you remember how you got to this point. Crisp night air has always had an instantly sobering effect on you. He’s opened the door and stepped inside before he realizes you’re standing on the stoop, crying silently. He says nothing, but pulls you in for a hug so tight that you’re sure you’re ruining his white henley with the ungodly amount of mascara you applied before the party.

“What happened this time?” he murmurs into your hair.

“The last fucking straw, that’s what,” you sniffle indignantly. “Caught him fucking some stupid bitch in a bedroom at the party. I guess that’s what I get for wanting to surprise him.”

You stand up on shaky legs, wrapping Hvitserk’s sheets around you while you look for your clothes from last night. Once you find your jeans, shirt, and jacket, you decide to give up on finding your panties. With Hvitty’s track record, he’ll find them and not even know who they belong to.

You tiptoe toward his bedroom door, leaning your ear against it. If you’re lucky, whoever rang the bell has him distracted and you can slip out unnoticed, walk down the block, and call an uber.

“If only there was a Marauder’s Map for when you drunkenly hook up with your best friend and need to make a quick getaway,” you mutter to yourself. You fumble for the doorknob, realizing you might still be drunk. A glance at your phone tells you it’s only 7:30 in the morning. Yep, definitely still drunk. You didn’t even get to Hvitserk’s place until 2:00am and your night clearly did not end there.

A raised voice in the living room catches your attention, so you quietly crack the door to listen.

“Have you heard from Y/N at all?” the voice asks. “We got in a fight last night, she drove off with that fucking douchebag from Bebbanburg, and then she never came home.”

Oh, shit. This is not good.

The party is already getting out of control by the time you arrive. You pause in the front yard, wondering if it was a mistake to have come at all. Your boyfriend-that-you-don’t-call-a-boyfriend had asked you to go earlier in the night and you declined, as usual. He just smiled sadly, kissing you on the forehead and telling you he’d be home late.

Sitting alone on the couch, you started to feel guilty. You always skipped the parties that he wanted to go to. Suddenly emboldened, you launched yourself up and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Standing outside of the house, with music blaring and voices yelling, you can’t help but feel nervous. Pushing your anxiety aside, you open the door.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You made it!”

You whip your head toward the voice, immediately laughing as Halfdan stumbles over to you, a plastic cup in each hand. “Barely,” you respond, grinning at him.

“Here, drink this fast. Don’t ask what’s in it. Plug your nose if you have to – but I promise you’ll feel better about coming out tonight.”

You eye him warily. “You realize that’s super rapey, right? ‘Don’t ask what’s in it,’” you scoff. “Gods, Halfdan, you’re lucky I know you.”

He shoves the cup at you. You grab it hesitantly, but decide to just toss it back once he clinks his cup against yours. It hits immediately, warming your insides and loosening your muscles.

“Yiiiikes, thanks for that,” you shout over the music. You’re starting to feel giddy and you want your man to see that you’ve made an effort for him tonight. “I’m going to find myself a dance partner.”

Halfdan bows dramatically, flourishing his hands at the end before turning back to the women he had been huddled up with when you walked in. You head toward the kitchen, hoping to find who you’re looking for and, if not him, at least the alcohol.

You immediately recognize Bjorn’s massive frame lighting shots on fire and laughing like a mad man. What in the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“Heyyyy, Y/N! Take a flaming shot with me!” he yells across the kitchen. Instead of answering, you just give him the middle finger. “Ouch,” he gasps, clutching his hands to his heart. “At least I’m not shilling out absinthe tonight like Halfdan.”

Absinthe? Oh, hell. You decide that the night has already taken a turn and you might as well enjoy it. “Fine,” you spit, “give me the damn shot.”

A devious smile crosses Bjorn’s face as he makes room for you at the kitchen island where the shots are lined up. “Skol,” you say in unison before you toss them back. A grimace inadvertently crosses your face at the taste, but you shrug it off. “One more for the road,” you yell, before grabbing another and running off.

“Atta girl!” you hear him shout behind you.

You look back at him just in time to miss the body in front of you, slamming into Uhtred at the bottom of the stairs. “Woah, slow down, Y/N,” he laughs, steadying you.

“Hey!” you shout. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” he replies. “You never come to these things.”

“Yeah, well, I came to see about a boy,” you assert with confidence. “And drink and dance and maybe even fight.”

“Ah, so you are Viking after all,” he muses. “I was beginning to think it was a cover.”

You scoff animatedly, swaying as you point your finger in his face. “A cover for what, you dick?”

“I don’t know,” he says, his smile reaching his eyes. “A mysterious past. A life of crime, perhaps. Or, say, your boyfriend’s mom would freak out if she found out her precious baby was dating an outsider.”

“Well, you can take everything you just said and shove it up your ass, because he’s not my boyfriend and I am Viking. You’ll see just how much so if you keep pushing me,” you joke.

“I look forward to it,” he says, his eyes boring into yours over the edge of his cup.

“Speaking of my not-boyfriend, have you seen him?” you deflect.

“I think I saw him go upstairs.” He nods his head toward the staircase behind you both.

“Thanks, Uhtred,” you say. “See you around.”

He lifts his cup in acknowledgement and walks off.

Fuuuuuuuuck. Could this morning be going any worse? First you wake up half-drunk in the bed of someone you absolutely should not have been with and now your ex-whatever-he-was is here looking for you. You close your eyes, hoping Hvitserk lies about your whereabouts.

“What do you mean, you got in a fight? What happened?” He asks. Good, you think, keep stalling, Hvit.

“Well, she kind of caught me hooking up with someone at the party last night.”

“Fucking hell, man,” Hvitserk groans. “Why do you always do this?”

“I don’t know! I’m just not good at this stuff.”

“That’s not an excuse for cheating on your girlfriend. Again.”

“We’re not boyfriend and girl–”

“To hell with that,” Hvitserk interrupts. “You two are the only people in the world who date and live together for over a year, yet continue to insist that you aren’t putting labels on it. Newsflash, asshole: she’s your girlfriend.”

“Maybe…but I’m not sure she’s my anything anymore. She seriously opened the bedroom door and saw this girl riding me, man. It wasn’t like the other times. She didn’t cry or yell or curse me or anything – just said some shit about being ‘disappointed but not surprised’ and left. By the time I threw the girl off me and chased after her, I saw her getting in motherfucking Uhtred’s car. Like he was just waiting for this to happen so he could swoop in and play hero. Piece of shit. Fuck!”

You’d heard enough. You square your shoulders, open the door, and walk down the hall to the living room.

Hvitserk stops whatever he was about to say when he sees you entering the room, his mouth falling open.

You look Ivar in the eye before turning back to his brother. “I’ll text you later,” you say before you glide out of the apartment.

#modern ivar #ivar x y/n #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless #hvitserk #hvitserk x reader #modern hvitserk #uhtred #uhtred x reader #vikings #vikings au

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Bound III: The Ravenous

Author’S Note: This one has some dark themes. My taglist is open. Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!! Also I had a moment and got carried away! thanks to everyone who helped me out with Hvitserk last night lol

Warnings: Voyuerism, Smut, Slight NonCon, dubcon

Pairings: Hvitserk X Reader, Ragnar X Reader

Bound I, Bound II

Vikings Masterlist

The winter nights had passed with haste all filled with lust filled nights and days of training. Those times had now faded into spring and Ragnar was dead set on taking you to England. There was no doubt in his mind you were ready, and if not, you were faded to die there. He ran his hands through the short strip of hair atop of his head and sighed. “The ships are ready, we will leave in three weeks times.” Ragnar announced to you and his sons.

His sons were all eager or blood to wet their sword. Especially the middle one, Hvitserk. Every mention of the raids yielded excitement to him that you had never witnessed. “I will kill so many Saxons.” He smiled. “The gods will craft a special seat for me in Valhalla.”

“One for you to expel all of the shit your holding.” Bjorn laughed. He gave you a small nod. The tall brute of a man done things to you that you were unfamiliar with, the small looks, the occasional smolder and the tolerance for him not caring of his father’s disposition with you were all alluring enough. “And you Y/N are you excited to see England?”

Aslaug cleared her throat. “I am sure she is more than delighted to see the lush lands of England. It is a shame though. She will be missed here.”

There was no tension between the great queen and yourself, but you were well aware she had knowledge of you and Ragnar. Ragnar was never the boastful. He never flaunted you in front of her, he granted her upmost respect, even denying visits when she needed him.

“Thank you, Queen Aslaug.”

“In the meantime. Your mother and I are to the Baltic lands for talks of Alliance with the Jarl and his wife.” Ragnar adds from the head of the table. “Y/N you are to continue to train. Ubbe and Hvitserk will be capable teachers. Ivar can help with archery.”

Ivar’s eyes are on you as they always are, and you detach from making eye contact with him. The young prince had found a source of endearment in watching you and you didn’t mind but in the company of other’s you couldn’t stop the heat from racing to your cheeks. “I look forward to it.”

“I am sure you do, Ivar.”

“You imply that I cannot help her, father?” Bjorn asks.

“I am saying that you are not patient enough to,” Ragnar laughs.

“And Ubbe is?”

“I am the most patient.” He smirks.

“Y/N I have seen you with your sword. You are quite good.” Hvitserk takes another sip of his ale and stands from the table. “Shall we get a head start on the practicing today?”

“I simply cannot today.” You smile. “I have to help your mother pack her things and there are a few other matters that have diverted my attention.”

“Well, I’ll see you soon enough.” He winked.

The week without Ragnar had started to wear on yourself control. His directions were simple. Do not come. He wanted to enjoy your denial himself. But seven whole days without any form of relief was not going to do, and after all, how would he know? He riled you up even if it had been ten minutes. The brothers done as he had instructed. Ubbe worked with you on balance while Hvitserk tested your agility. Ivar worked one day on archery and decided to focus his time elsewhere, it was evident the attention you were receiving from the other two Ragnarssons was far too much from him. It didn’t bother you.

Ubbe was a click toucher, he’d graze your stomach or slightly touch the nape of your back while working with you but Hvitserk was the King of uncompromising positions. You’d train with him and end up beneath him panting for the wrong reasons. He was well blessed by the gods; his cock had brushed against you enough times for you to know. But there was something about the middle brother that you could not grasp.

The one perk of the King and Queen being out of the Hall was that they’d granted you access to their hall. The chambers Aslaug had requested you stay in upon their absence was extravagant compared to the small shack you usually resided in. You called upon a servant to help with the water and filled the wooden tub in near the fire to the brim with the water, oils and sweet flowers and then sunk down rinsing your body of the day’s training and sweat. Peace was all you wanted, that and some relief.

Your fingers drifted between the crevice of your thighs and in they slipped between your plump folds as if they were at home. You drape your legs of the brim thrusting your fingers in and out of your hungry cunt to get their quickly. With your eyes shut up and mouth barely open you could picture king Ragnar, his finger’s much thicker pushing into you. You could even hear his eager moans as your pussy clenched around his fingers and you nearly met your climax. And then door opens, slamming against the wall.

You try not to act startled but the water sloshes over the brim wasting to the floor. Your heart races as you peer up to the brown-haired brother. There was no usual smile. Just a menacing look in the flicker of the candlelight.

“Enjoying yourself, Y/N?” Hvitserk closes the door and then stands in front of it.

“No.” You lower yourself in the warmth of the bath water, covering the yourself from his wandering eyes. “I am here just to bathe.”

“No need to explain to me.” He crouches at the foot of the wooden tub with amused eyes. “What were you were you doing?”

“Nothing.” Your hands slide under the slope of your thigh and you reach for the cloth to dry your body, but he gets it first tossing it to the side and then returning his arms to fold across his chest. “Why dry off so soon? I like you wet.” The menace in his voice was eminent. Hvitserk stands and with one pull snatches you from the warmth of the water. “You should show me what you were doing. Do not fear me.”

Your bold taking your slippery arm from him and scurrying back to the white cloth on the bed, “You have some nerve barging in here as if you are invited. I wish to be alone. Get out!”

“But do you really wish to be alone? From what I heard you were yearning for my father? Why not end that yearning?” Your eyes are drawn to manacles in his hands as he takes another step towards you. He gives you another creepily innocent smile, but there is nothing innocent about it as he steps closer.

“Did you not hear me? I said for you to get the fuck out Hvitserk White Shirt. Take your leave.”

“Do not make this difficult, Y/N. I like a woman with a fight.”

The weight of your heart increases ten-fold as you reach for your dress and he snatches it from you. The actions are quick as you hop onto the bed in attempts to spring towards the door. Hvitserk snatches your legs dragging you back to him and he climbs over your body and secures the manacles around your wrists. He gives you a smile. “Now. Let’s talk some things out, shall we?”

“I think we should talk it out.” Ragnar’s voice shocks you.

“Ragnar!” You say with hope.

“Shut up.” He pushes his son from your body. “I gave specific directions, did I not?”

“You were to return home tomorrow.”

“Queen Aslaug is to return home tomorrow. Now stand to your feet. I don’t like to punish. But you broke a rule. The only rule that I had. Hvitserk tie her up.”

“King Ragnar, it was,” you lose your words as Ragnar occupies your space.

“An accident? You pushed your fingers inside of yourself and moaned my name by accident. Falls are accidents. That Was intentional, and now you lie… spread her legs. Take a seat and enjoy her.”

“No.”

“Shut up.” Ragnar says silencing you. He lays back on the bed propping himself on his elbows. “Hvitserk has an issue, he can’t stop eating. It’s like he never gets full. So maybe your cum will satiate him?”

“I did not cum.”

“Then you should have.” Hvitserk teased as he lifted the manacles to the ceiling and your body hung from the ceiling. “you will like it.” He grinned. And with that his finger rubbed your swollen nub and he watched you wriggle beneath his touch. “So jumpy.” He falls to his knees raising his head up to your thighs. He nibbles. He sends the small jolts of pleasure through your whole body until finally he is on your clit and his lips latch on and suck at you. They were soft, taking everything, you weren’t sure you wanted to give until that moment. Your hips start to wind and his tongue dives into you and the whimpers start.

“Listen to her. She doesn’t know you can’t stop.” You look over to Ragnar whose raised himself from the bed, propped on his elbows. You better save that energy. I plan to make you crawl to me. We have only just begun.”

Hvitserk’s tongue swirls into you and like a wave your body rushes over in pleasure and your flooded everywhere. The scream erupts and he doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck you with his tongue thrashing and sucking at your clit. He laps up every ounce of your cum and starts working you for more as he adds one finger into the mix. Your legs clamp over his head and the slurping sounds of him continuing aid to the arousal as your body erupts again. “Hvitserk.” You start to plea, breathless.

“Don’t beg him now. He is not done.” Ragnar smiles at you. “one more time. You cum so pretty.”

Perhaps he was talking of the way your back arched and arms pulled at the metal around your wrists, but you saw no beauty you only saw pleasure that teetered pain. Hvitserk listened to his father and his damp cheek grazed your thighs as he took another bite and then drug you to stupor again.

Hvitserk stood wiping his face. He admired you as if you were his masterpiece, as you hung from the manacles panting and limp. “What now father?”

“Unchain her, and she can crawl to me.”

“You take your seat, you will join us soon enough.”

He lowered you to the ground carefully making sure you made it to the plush furs that lead to Ragnar and sat in the stool nearest to the bed. You were on all fours. Your hair dripped wet and you were unsure from where it came, sweat or the bath. You crawl to Ragnar peering up at him through your hooded, lazy eyes.

“Are you worn out?”

“Yes, King Ragnar.”

“Don’t be. I am not done with you. Suck.”

This was a request he had never asked of you. He had always been about pleasuring you and never himself. Where to start? You lift his thick cock with wide eyes and he notices your curiosity. “Start with the tip in your mouth, no teeth.” He smiles, and you feel a little bitter. But how the hell was it going to fit in your mouth? You lower your head to him placing his tip on your lips and then parting your lips and he pushes in slowly. “hollow your mouth and suck.”

It takes a minute to catch on to what he was talking about, but you do. You open your mouth taking all the king to the back of your throat and gag trying to back away and his hands grip your hair. “you can take it.” He breathes as he start his assault. He thrust in and out of your mouth over and over. The sounds are absurd but at the same time you can feel yourself growing more aroused than you are already. You start to suck, twirling your tongue around his tip and he starts to moan. The moans being the sexiest aphrodisiac you’d ever heard. “Like that,” you watch as he gripped the sheets of the bed with one hand and the stern King known as Ragnar started to unravel before you. “Like that Y/N, fuck sake, yes.” You groaned. Then abruptly, He stopped. Pulling you up. “Stand up.” He breathes. “Bend over so Hvitserk can see how your pussy glisten.”

Ragnar pushes you to the bed and he grips your hips pulling you up before slamming into you. Your body shakes still recuperating from the earth-shattering orgasms from earlier. “Ahh, fuck.” His pace is maddening. He pulls you to meet him and the clapping of your skin resonates around the room combined with the sound of the stool moving closer to you. You grit your teeth as he fuck you deep arching your back to get the perfect angle and you can feel him bottoming out. He must have missed you too, as he coats your walls with his cum quicker than you expect and the sounds of him cuming usher you into your third one of the night.” Ragnar falls on you and then rolls next to you.

He pulls out of you and turns you to face him. “I missed you too.” He grins.

“I think you did.” You smile kissing him and he kisses you back anchoring your face between both of his hands and you feel the bed lower behind you. “What is he doing?”

“He’s going to fuck you.” Ragnar whispers kissing you again.

Hvitserk rolls you onto his stomach and you feel Ragnar’s cum drip out of you onto his stomach. “Don’t worry, I like it messy.” He bites his lip and pulls you to his lips. Strange how you could still taste yourself on his lips. Your lips move to his and Ragnar rises from the bed watching from corner. Hvitserk was very keen. He moved his hands to your breast gripping them in his hands and twisting until a hiss escaped from your lips. Then his lips are on them kissing them deeply and sucking. You throw your head back in pleasure and gasp. “Like that?”

“Love it.”

Ragnar chuckles. “Watch it.” He adds.

Hvitserk reaches down to his cock lifting it from his stomach and pushes inside of you. You’re full of Ragnar and you can feel his cum dripping down your thigh as Hvitserk starts to move. His moves are longer strokes and deeper winds. Every single time he entered you, your walls clutched around him as if you had never been fucked and you were so wet you feared he would slip out. “Greedy?” he whispered.

“Hungry?” you smile finding your rhythm and beginning to bounce on him. You anchor yourself on his chest and his hands find their home at your ass as he grips it, aiding your bounce. This was the best punishment you’d ever received.

You lie between the two of them staring at the bleu eyes of King Ragnar. “Why’d you let him fuck me?”

“I want all of them to have you… the Gods have sealed my fate.” He says in your ear. “I will not return from the raids. But one of them will have you. That is your decision, after me… who will you be bound to Y/N.”

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lisinfleur · 4 years

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The Request: A fiction for Hvitserk or Sigurd with the prompt: “All I want for Christmas is you under my tree.” or, bad poetry Author’s Notes | I could go for my beloved Sigurd. But I couldn’t lose the chance for a Drunk Hvitty XD Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets for 2019’s Holiday Event | ¹A reference to the ghost of the movie “The Ring”. Words | 1764 ⁑ Warnings: Mention to abusive consume of alcohol. Cursing.

You were his best friend for years, so you knew Hvitserk enough to know when it was time to take him out of the party.

And that time was long gone when you finally found him sitting in the corner of the living room; a cup in his hand, half-empty.

You could bet, for his hair already unbraided and his appearance, that he was completely drunk and the trip was bad this time. Hvitserk was always two different kinds of drunken person: whether he would become the soul of the party, making jokes like a clown and having everyone laughing as fuck, or he would go down the hill and become full depressive, remember his exes or mourning his loneliness.

And this time, he was under the bottom of the well, probably trying to date Samara¹...

"Come on, buddy, time to go home," you said, taking the cup out of his hand and helping Hvitserk to get up as he mumbled something you couldn't understand.

His mumbles became louder and louder until he tried to push you away, speaking audibly this time.

"I don't wanna go home yet!" he complained.

"Babe, don't do this, uh?" you said, trying to keep your gentle ways with him. "You just drunk too much and you know you'll get better after a bath and some sleep."

"I don't want a bath... And I'm not..." he stumbled, stopping walking beside you, "I'm not sleepy."

"Hvitserk..." you tried a more serious tone.

"No!" he whined, looking at you with those beautiful puppy eyes so full of the sadness you hated to see on them.

You hated it when he was drunk like that. In any of his forms, you never liked to see Hvitserk too taken by alcohol because you knew no matter if he was joking, laughing, or sat crying somewhere in the room, that shadow of sadness would always be there in his eyes.

If only you were strong enough to move forward and tell him your heart...

But your fear to ruin your friendship with him was always bigger than your need to tell him how much you loved him through all these years. If you weren't there to be his friend then who would prevent him from drinking himself out of his body and do some shit that he would regret forever?

Someone had to take care of him and your fear that he would stop trusting you or push you away from him for good was always a barrier bigger than your courage to face your fears and maybe have a chance to top that loneliness inside your friend's heart.

"Babe, come on, let's..."

"No!" he insisted, walking away from you. "Stop calling me like that... You're not my girlfriend..."

You sighed. He could be pretty harsh when drunk like that.

"You would never be my girlfriend..."

Ok, now he was really being harsh. And you prepared to tell him how much it was hurting your heart when he continued, breaking completely your brain's plans of reaction.

"Why would a woman like you want a drunken asshole like me for more than a fucking best friend? Uh?"

"What?" you gasped.

What the hell was happening right in front of you?

Stumbling on his feet, Hvitserk made a turn, looking at you with all the sadness of the world in his eyes.

"Wanna know what? Fuck it!" he bent himself, screaming. "FUCK IT! Did you hear me? I don't fucking care anymore! All I want for Christmas is you under my tree. It would be the best gift ever! But I'll never have it, 'cause you're too busy being my nurse to really take a small note of how much I loved you all these years... And I'm fucking tired of smiling every time you say good night when the truth was that I wanted to fucking kiss you goodnight and sleep by your side!"

It was like being shot in the head. Everything on you just froze with that shocked glare in your eyes and that stunned expression in your face that just let him understand everything wrong once again.

"Don't worry... I know I'm too much of a friend for you to love me. Fuck it, Y/N. Just pretend you didn't listen to it and let me fucking drink to forget. Tomorrow you can send me good morning through your phone and I keep pretending you woke up by my side when you come for Christmas breakfast... Fuck it..."

He was sounding so disappointed! And his eyes were so full of that deep sadness you've always seen in his greens whenever he was drunk and would look at you...

How long did he love you silently like that? How long since the two of you were stupid enough to not see what was now so obvious for you?

Or maybe cared enough for each other to fear the loss so hard that silence was the best option for both of your hearts...

He stumbled again waking you up from the trance his words threw you in and you felt your heart clench: he was barely holding himself straight. He would probably forget everything he said that night... It wasn't the right time to confess your heart for him.

So, you just walked forward, passing his arm around your neck and supporting him while guiding his stumbling steps back to the car.

"Lemme go," he mumbled.

But that wasn't resistance enough for you to stop this time. You just took him to your car, gently putting him at the seat, closing the seatbelt around his body and taking your place at the driver's seat, turning on the car and observing as he slowly fell asleep against his window.

When you arrived in his home, his brother Ubbe helped you taking him upstairs and placing him on his bed. You took off his shoes and shirt knowing he liked to sleep fresher. He mumbled some complaints but not enough to get up, going down in a deep sleep as soon as you stopped messing with him.

But this time, instead of leaving, you took off your shoes, changed your dress for a shirt of his you had already used before, and laid by his side, caressing his sleeping face. Letting yourself rest and waiting for the morning to come, when he would be sober enough to have no idea of why his head was hitting him so hard and his mouth was tasting as if he had chewed all night on a rotten candy cane.

"Shit..." he cursed, moving in bed.

And you smiled when he turned towards you, surprising him with your voice.

"Good morning," you said, causing him to come down from his sleepy high like a stone down from a hill.

"Shit, Y/N! You scared the soul out of me! I thought I was alone and..." he stopped, realizing he was shirtless and you were smiling at him.

In his bed.

Under his blankets.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"Merry Christmas, silly," you said, kissing the corner of his lips before getting up as if it was the most natural thing of the world you walking around with nothing but a shirt of his and your underwear, causing him to feel chills coming down his spine.

Did the two of you had sex?

“Shit!” Hvitserk couldn't remember and worse than telling you his secrets, being rejected and fucking up everything would be admitting that he couldn't remember a moment like this!

His whole body-language changed and you almost broke a rib watching as he was really trying to seem natural about the idea of the two of you together last night.

"I mean... I thought... You would wake up first... Since you always wake up earlier than me," he tried.

"Oh, you thought?" you said, sitting on the edge of the bed, to look at him.

Your eyes causing him to feel even tenser which just made his expression even more unnatural.

"Yeah, I... I thought. Sometimes your good morning messages even wake me up, and..." Hvitserk gulped.

"Oh, seriously?" you insisted, with your eyes right into his.

Too much pressure for him to keep the lie and he sighed, disappointed with himself.

"No, it's not serious. I'm lying because I can't fucking remember a single thing of last night and we probably had sex and I fucking forgot everything about a moment that..." he started speaking uncontrollably.

But you cut his voice gently leaning forward and sealing your lips to his, surprising him with a soft and warm kiss that he took a while to understand he was receiving, but answered as passionate as you wanted to feel for so long.

The two of you tasted the flavor of one another's mouths until the need for oxygen forced you to separate, which you did with small pecks to his lips smiling against them.

"We didn't have sex, silly. But I suggest you get used to this idea," you said, giggling of his confused expression.

"What did I do last night?" Hvitserk asked, trying to understand what changed everything between the two of you in such a good way.

"You? Nothing, babe. You just got drunk enough to tell me what you truly wanted for Christmas. And well, I thought under your tree would be too cold for the night, so I decided it would be better for you to have me in your bed," you joked, giving him a slight flash of what he said.

"Jez..." he mumbled, smiling clumsy.

"That's fine, love," you smiled, "I wanted this maybe for as long as you did. I'm glad you got drunk last night..."

"I'm not... I wish I was really there when I told you this..." he mourned.

"Well, you're here now, aren't you?" you smiled bigger.

Feeling when he caressed your face softly the way you always wanted to feel, allowing you to lean your face in his palm, enjoying Hvitserk's warm touch.

"I don't think I wanna be friends anymore," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose to yours slowly, "I think I love you too much to keep being only your friend..."

"That's great," you mumbled, pecking his lips. “Because I just realized I'm addicted to your taste and I don't want to be anything that cannot kiss you all the time."

Hvitserk's arms embraced you tight. And you sighed against his lips, kissing him deeply, thinking that no Christmas morning was so good in your life before.

But surely your next years would be amazing by his side...

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undiscovered-horizon · 3 years

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Imagine being a witcher and an old friend of Bjorn. In need of help, your path leads back to Kattegat, years after you've last seen your friend. - Part 2

Author's note: I should be studying physiology... Anyway, thinking of a name for the may-be series. "A fiendish scheme"?

(Part 1) (Part 3) (Part 4)

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”I also have a fiend's head, thought someone might pay me for it”

Bjorn let out a low chuckle. The way she talked about killing monsters always amazed him - she made it seem so easy, so common. He was fully aware that it was something she's been doing for the majority of her life, thus growing accustomed to the novelty that her occupation was. Not to mention, there weren't many witchers in Europe in general, for a plethora of reasons. It could be compared to a rare pearl growing familiar to its uncommon shine and color.

”Please, have a seat,” he said. ”Ubbe, Hvitserk, come inside too.”

(Y/N), however, didn’t seem at ease with the whole situation. In spite of not having seen Bjorn for a few long years, it felt more than impolite to act like a distant relative in his home.

”Bjorn, I know I do not possess any right to ask for a favor, I do not know you that well, and I know it has been a long time since we last met, but the issue is urgent and despite my many talents, I fear I may fail.”

The woman sat in front of the blond man, her face not hiding deep trouble and dark thoughts. Bjorn noticed that the deep scar that ran diagonally across her face was whiter than he had remembered: a sign that it was healing well, that (Y/N) stayed in good health despite her lifestyle. He had also noticed that her face had more discolorations.

What could possibly strike so much fear and uncertainty in this fearless woman?

Some slaves hurried around the hall to bring the celt and princes ale and food. They failed at hiding their interest in the newcomer: the weaponry, scars, peculiar attire... And most of all, they wondered how this utterly masculine woman managed to spark interest in Kattegat's princes. Some of the more observant, experienced, ones noticed a unique piece of jewelry hanging from (Y/N)'s neck, although most of it was covered underneath an untied linen shirt. From the little opening in her attire, various scars and burns were visible, all seemingly from different periods. One scar, in particular, looked concerning: it had regular lines across it as if it had to be sewed to close and heal.

”So how can I help you?” asked Bjorn. His gaze was filled with worry and questions, all this time focused on (Y/N). She took a sip of ale then reached into her shirt. Her calloused fingers took out a pendant resembling a head of a big cat, quite similar to a lynx, but not entirely.

”It seems that a friend had betrayed me. It would not bother me if it was for personal reasons, our lives are not simple. A man I saw die somehow came back to life. Had he done it to start anew somewhere else, I wouldn't mind. Truthfully, I could understand that. But he was promised gold and silver to bring my and another man’s head to an earl in Trondheim.” She fiddled with the chain on her neck and looked at the flickering flames of candles. ”There are many people wishing me death, it does not surprise me. But he was dear to me, the winter I grieved him was the longest winter in my life. And now he's back, stripped of honor and good will. Not too long ago, he slaughtered someone dear to me, whom I had grown up with. It was also the reason I had learned about him rising from the dead and hunting old friends. From our group, there is only him and I left, and I do not intend on being surprised by him.” Her hand clenched the pendant so hard, fingers turned white. ”I do not oppose being an axe for hire, hunting monsters is not a prosperous occupation... What he had done is more than trying to put food on his table.”

Her jaw clenched, Bjorn and Ubbe intensely stared at her, trying to put all the pieces together in their heads. Kattegat was going to become an epicenter of events it had never seen coming.

”That fiend that I have outside,” she motioned her head towards the door. ”Wouldn’t enter the pine woods from the southern side, the terrain it marked was weirdly shaped and unusual.” She looked at their lost expressions. ”So unless you have a bigger monster in those woods, a skilled witcher lives there.”

At that moment, king Ragnar entered the hall. He seemed like a lot of things: tired, ill, confused. His left hand rested on his side, the Northman must have been in pain. Limping slightly, he approached his sons and the stranger, the four of them sitting at a long table.

Suddenly, he stopped. His gaze wandered to the woman, while his mind tried to figure out who she was. Her face was unfamiliar to him.

”King Ragnar,” she bowed her head.

"And who are you?” he asked, a bit skeptical about the newcomer. Was she a slave he didn’t know of? His gaze traced her body from head to toe, not leaving any detail unseen.

If she was a thrall, she must be a damn strong one.

”I am (Y/N) of Pictland, daughter of Gail the Beheader,” she introduced herself, although none of those names meant anything to Ragnar. Seeing his continuous confusion, she spoke again. ”I’m a witcher.”

That didn’t end Ragnar’s curiosity and confusion, but it did put some order into his thoughts, he created some sort of an idea of who she was but the reason for her visit remained unknown to him: Ragnar could not recall any monster-related incident that would result in the town chipping in for a bounty.

”What is it that you want from my sons?” he asked. Maybe stranger, maybe not, but the safety of his sons was a top priority. Was it love or the desire for his kin to continue to rule Kattegat, that could be known only to him.

”I merely ask Bjorn to help me with a personal matter. I could never ask to engage the whole of Kattegat in my private issues.” She had this overwhelmingly serious aura that filled the hall with her confidence and might. ”I also have a fiend's head, it lived right outside Kattegat. Thought I might get paid.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk had curiosity written all over their faces. What do fiends look like? What sounds do they make? What is it like to fight one? They wanted to ask, really, but their father's inquiry about (Y/N)' identity made them hold back. For now, at least. Judging by the seriousness painted on her face and the heaviness of the story she had just told them, the two brothers silently came to the conclusion that they will have plenty of time to ask every question they could possibly want to be answered.

Ragnar’s gaze wandered back to the various weaponry (Y/N) was equipped with: two swords, a crossbow, and a multitude of different-sized knives hidden around her garments. He might not have been fond of placing daggers in shoes but Ragnar could easily spot the peculiar increase in the shape of the shoe.

The king was silent, still staring at (Y/N) with a curious gaze. His blue eyes seemed to pierce right through her body and soul, relentlessly trying to uncover all indecent secrets that might hide behind her keen irises and deep scars. What menace followed the cat-like pendant right to his doorstep?

He broke his silence, and with that one sentence, he nudged a snowflake that will inevitably become a raging avalanche in the upcoming days or weeks. It truly was a sentence.

"What do you need, witcher?"

A heavy boulder fell off (Y/N) shoulders, only to be replaced by a plantule of knowledge and awareness, that her plan was a step closer to becoming reality: the past and the future will become only closer to the present from now on. In some way, Bjorn knew that too, although at the moment he was unable to properly name the cradle of the anxious shadow that appeared in the corners of his mind and heart. Ubbe and Hvitserk, even though both were aware of what cards the future is bound to deal them, remained more calm and collected than Bjorn and the celt. Even if their fate was to stand beside their brother and his friend on a battlefield, they still remained just spectators in the bizarre conflict they accidentally found themselves to be a part of. They could leave this trouble at any time and no one could hold it against them.

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