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Хвитсерк не мог поверить своим глазам. Но вот, перед ним стояла ты. Твои волосы блестели под светом Луны, черты твоего лица даже немного не изменились. Ни одной морщинки, будто все эти годы ты не становилась старше в отличии от него. Хотя твой взгляд, кажется, был немного другим, Хвитсерк заметил отсутствие того жизнерадостного блеска в твоих глазах. Твоя фигура осталась такой же привлекательной и манящей для него, а улыбка всё ещё мягкая, пока ты смотришь на него.

Женщина, которую он любил до боли, живая стояла перед ним. Хвитсерк до сих пор помнит твой угасающий взгляд, когда держал твоё окровавленное тело на руках. Он не мог избавиться от этих воспоминаний на протяжении пяти лет. И даже попытки жить не думая о тебе заканчивались провалом, он видел тебя во сне, или в бреду после употребления странных грибов и трав. Он искал девушек похожих на тебя, но это всё было не тем. Они все были другими. Ничего не могло заполнить его дыру в сердце после твоей потери.

— Ты была мертва, — произносит Хвитсерк. — Ты умерла.

— Но я жива, Хвитти. И стою здесь перед тобой. Моё сердце бьётся, как и твоё. — Ты делаешь к нему шаги, плавно ступаешь по деревянному полу его небольшой комнаты.

Хвитсерк готов поклясться, что ты была настоящей этой ночью. Не его видением в бреду или сном.

— Это не правда, верно? Локи должно быть снова шутит надо мной…

Ты видишь его печальный взгляд. Хвитсерк выглядит таким разбитым, что твоё сердце болезненно и невольно сжимается. Тебе удалось заметить, как он изменился. Твой Хвитти теперь не ходит гордо расправив плече, он больше сутулился и походил уже не на жизнерадостного щенка, а на побитого жизнью пса и тебе это совсем не нравилось.

— Тогда почему ты чувствуешь это? — Твоя ладонь ложится на его щёку, нежно гладит его скулы. — И это…

Твои губы аккуратно накрывают его, утягивая мужчину в поцелуй.

Но Хвитсерк не отвечает тебе. Он знает, как ему будет больно проснуться и не найти тебя рядом.

— Это просто хороший сон. Снова насмешки Локи надо мной, — произносит Хвитсерк, когда ты отстраняешься.

Он заметил, что ты была тёплой. Каждая его частичка тела почувствовала твоё тепло. Может, ты и впрямь была настоящей?

— Если это сон, разве ты уже не проснулся бы? — твоя ладонь опускается, а губы больше не касаются Хвитсерка.

Твой вопрос заставляет его задуматься. Но этого мало. Он слишком взволнован. Его тело будто каменеет, заставляя Хвитсерка только больше волноваться от всего происходящего.

— Я не хотел бы просыпаться, — признаётся он, нерешительно дотрагиваясь до тебя.

Его ладонь немного прохладная. Но тебе всё равно нравится чувствовать прикосновения твоего Хвитти к своей щеке.

— Тебе и не нужно. Ведь ты бодрствуешь, как и я. — Ты снова тянешься к нему, оставляя поцелуй на его губах и отстраняясь. — Я скучала по тебе. Каждый день.

Хвитсерк решается сам поцеловать тебя. Он будто жаждущий воды человек, которому, наконец-то, дали пить. Ему не удаётся насытиться тобой, твоими губами, по которым он скучал так долго. Хвитсерк до сих пор помнит их вкус и знает, что такого не было бы ни у кого. В этом и была его проблема. Он не мог найти тебе замену, ни одна девушка не смогла заменить ему тебя и утолить его желания.

— Ты не оставишь больше меня? — он чуть ли не скулит от отчаяния и желания. Прижимает тебя к себе, утыкаясь носом в твои мягкие волосы пахнущие так знакомо. Ему нужно знать, что ты теперь всегда будешь рядом с ним, что вас больше ничего не разлучит.

Хвитсерк хотел бы знать, как так вышло, что ты жива и стоишь перед ним. Но он слишком сильно боится твоего ответа. Что если это будет странным или это заставит тебя отвернуться от него. Может ты просто не хочешь отвечать ему.

Поэтому он просто надеется, что ты не уйдёшь от него. Останешься рядом как можно дольше. Не важно почему и как ты снова здесь, главное, что ты рядом.

— Мне нужно рассказать тебе кое-что. Может, то что тебя заставит пожелать моего ухода.

Хвитсерка снова взволнован, и ты видишь его по выражению его лица. Он не хочет снова упустить тебя.

— Я хочу пить, — признаёшься ты. — Нальёшь мне вина? Жена Олега сказала, что их вино доставляют из другой страны, где виноград растёт круглый год.

Ты отходишь от своего Хвитти и садишься на небольшую кровать, где Хвитсерк спал эти пару дней, что был в этой стране.

Он молча направляется к небольшому столику, где рабы оставили напитки и фрукты с хлебом.

Вино, которое Хвитсерк также здесь попробовал, как и ты, было и впрямь вкусное. Он надеялся, что эта ночь не станет для вас двоих последней.

— Вот. — Хвитсерк отдаёт тебя бронзовый кубок, когда подходит к кровати.

Ты принимаешь вино и делаешь первый глоток. Твой Хвитти устраивается рядом, терпеливо ожидая, пока ты решишь сообщить ему что-то важное.

Его взгляд следит за тобой. Он разглядывает тебя, желая подметить изменения, но ты такая же, как в его воспоминаниях. Ты выглядишь также, как и несколько лет назад.

— Когда я… вроде как думала, что умерла, те люди… против которых мы сражались, забирали всех выживших. Они как-то поняли, что я не совсем мертва. Очнулась я в их… замке.

— Если бы я знал, что ты жива, я бы забрал тебя. Я был уверен, что теперь ты в Вальхалла. — Чувство вины сразу одолевает его.

— Я знаю. Но что произошло, то произошло. — Ты переводишь взгляд на Хвитсерка. Он выглядит опечаленным, теперь зная, что оставил тебя умирать, хотя у него будто был шанс спасти тебя. — Я была не одна, в покоях, где я лежала была ещё одна девушка, которая занималась мной. Она пыталась вылечить меня. Но через день она поняла, что это бессмысленно. Я умирала, и она рассказала мне об одном заболевании, которым заражаются только некоторые люди. Она рассказала о его преимуществах и последствиях.

Ты замолкаешь, стыдливо опускаешь взгляд на своё недопитое вино и решаешь снова сделать глоток, думая, что может стоило бы остановиться. Может, у тебя и у Хвитсерка могло всё получиться, если бы он не знал правды. Но у него возникнут вопросы, если он поймёт, что теперь ты не человек. Твой Хвитти мог быть внимателен, и он бы заметил твои изменения.

— Я умирала. Мне становилось хуже с каждым мгновением. Я бы не протянула долго. И… я согласилась. Мне нечего было терять. — Ты отводишь взгляд. Тебе становится немного стыдно. — Это заболевание передаётся через кровь. И оно делает тебя другим. Ты становишься тем, кому не нужна вода и еда. Твои раны слишком быстро заживают, тебя сложно убить. И ты не можешь больше иметь потомство. Никаких детей. Никакой старости и опасности. У тебя появляется вечность и сила. — Ты поднимаешь взгляд на Хвитсерка, желая увидеть его реакцию и боясь, что на его лице будет ужас.

Но ты видишь небольшое замешательство в его глазах. Он странно относится к тому, что услышал. Это казалось чем-то иным. И теперь Хвитсерк снова предполагает, что всё это сон.

— Я узнала, что это в некоторых культурах называют по-разному и отписывают тоже. Но есть вещи, которые объединяют этих созданий – жажда крови. Это единственное, что подпитывает мою жизнь. Я не могу быть на солнце, оно обжигает меня, — признаёшься ты. — Но я не подвластна времени. И… у меня есть сила, теперь меня сложнее убить. Я не умру от зарождения или слишком глубокого ранения.

— Как?.. — Хвитсерк смотрит на тебя. — Как это произошло?

Ты держишь в руках кубок, заглядывая в него. Теперь не совсем уверенная, что должна рассказывать ему всё это.

— Та девушка. Она обратила меня. Дала мне своей крови, убила меня и всё началось. Но для полного обращения требовалась кровь человека. И для того, чтобы я была жива тоже требуется кровь человека.

Хвитсерк молчит, опустив взгляд на свои ладони. Он не знает, что сказать. Это всё казалось слишком нереалистичным. Но это было правдой. Ты была настоящей, сидела рядом с ним, он слышал твой голос, мог дотронуться до тебя и ощутить тепло твоего тела.

— Я убиваю людей, ради того, чтобы быть сытой. Пью их кровь, чтобы оставаться живой. Я знаю, что это ужасно. Но я… я нашла тебя, и решилась на то, чтобы рассказать тебе обо всём этом. — Твоя свободная рука тянется к ладоням Хвитсерка. Ты сразу привлекаешь его внимание. — Если ты не захочешь больше меня видеть, я пойму. И я просто уйду.

Хвитсерк всегда хотел семью. Детей и жену, которых он будет любить, о которых будет заботиться. Но сейчас ему хотелось быть рядом с тобой, никогда больше не терять тебя.

Он лишился тебя однажды и это было слишком больно. Если у него не будет детей он сможет с этим справиться. Но если он снова потеряет тебя, он боится, что больше не сможет пережить этого.

— Я хочу, чтобы ты осталась. Я не хочу снова потерять тебя, — признаётся он. — Я так долго был без тебя. Боги видели мои страдания, и я думаю, что если мы снова встретились, значит боги, наконец, смилостивились надо мной. И теперь я уже рад, что Бьёрн не казнил меня, а только изгнал… — Хвитсерк невольно и слабо улыбается, понимая, что тогда вряд ли бы встретил тебя.

Ты смотришь с удивлением, весьма шокирована тем, что услышала.

— Я расскажу тебе об этом позже, — произносит Хвитсерк, будто прочитав твои мысли.

Ты киваешь и кладёшь свою ладонь на щёку Хвитсерка. Твои мысли часто возвращались к нему, тебе хотелось так много сделать с ним, рассказать ему и слушать его. И сейчас у тебя была такая возможность. Ты была просто благодарна богам и судьбе, что снова встретила своего Хвитти, что он не напуган, во всяком случае пока что.

Он накрывает твои губы своими, утягивая тебя в поцелуй. В его мыслях крутится только одно — никогда не отпускать тебя.

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Title: The One He Chose

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: After all this time has Ivar finally caught his wife's trail?

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Anyone working under the delusion that Ivar would accept the fact that his wife had escaped him eventually learned that would not be the case.

His men had stopped their violent search of Kattegat, just as he had promised Bjorn, but he was still searching for her.

Even as the months went on to become nearly a full year.

(Y/N) had been missing for ten months, one week and four days, Ivar was keeping count of his lonely nights. Despite how the people talked he had not let Freydis warm his bed in his wife’s absence.

Instead he spent most of his days and nights in his war room, looking over all the maps of other cities and villages that Kattegat traded with the most. He was furious at the fact that there had been no news from any of his informants, and his relationship with his brothers did little to comfort him.

Bjorn was, as he expected, furious at his sending off warriors to such vital trading cities. He had shouted himself nearly blue when he’d arrived at Ivar’s estate; of course he let the King do his whining and even allowed him to smash his war table in his tantrum, because to him none of it mattered.

His ships had sailed, his warriors deployed and there was nothing to be done about it; not by Bjorn or even himself. Hvitserk, like he always had, chose to remain neutral in the argument. Ubbe was clearly on Bjorn’s side, but unlike Bjorn, Ubbe seemed to understand why he had acted so hastily even if he disapproved of the actions.

Currently Ubbe was the only one of his brothers who had friendly conversations with him, and Ivar would never be able to express how much he appreciated the company in these hard months.

‘Still no news?’ Ubbe asked as they both sat on the beach and watched a merchant ship approach.

‘Nearly a hundred spies and no good news.’ Ivar sighed.

‘No good news?’ the eldest questioned.

‘My spies reported at last that they had a difficult time keeping track of (Y/N) in my time away, she would leave town alone around midday…and would not return home until nearly sunset.’ Ivar confessed, laying back in the sand and covering his eyes.

Ubbe felt his heart begin to beat faster, but he was not sure how much information Ivar truly had on the subject they were discussing.

‘You think she had an affair?’

‘I do not know, that is what tortures me brother. Not knowing things has always angered me, and now it seems I know less than ever. I don’t know if she was unfaithful, I don’t know where she is; all I know is she isn’t here.’

Ubbe had such conflicting feelings battling in his chest as he watched a few easy to miss tears roll down his brother's face. He was relieved to not have been discovered as (Y/N)’s lover, but still he was upset to see his brother in pain and know he was at least partially responsible for it.

‘If you think she was unfaithful why continue the search? Let go of your devotions and remarry, you have no obligations to her.’

'Why would I ever think such a thing?' Ivar asked, his anger visibly raising.

‘I will not let go, Ubbe.’ Ivar said as he sat back up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

‘Not of her, not my marriage and not my anger. I will find her and she will answer every question I have.’

‘But what if you don’t find her? So far it has been nearly a year and you have had no progression in your search. It pains me to see you destroying yourself and your reputation for one woman you can replace so easily.’

Ivar looked over at his brother incredulously.

‘She can’t be replaced, not by Freydis or any woman in this world. She feared me Ubbe, do you understand that? From the day we stepped into that insignificant Christian kingdom, she looked at an army and still she feared me the most out of them.’

‘Ivar, every woman you have spoken to fears you. It would be impossible to find a woman in Kattegat you did not terrify.’

‘I know that, but how many of them would be brave enough to marry someone as vicious as me? How many would make that sacrifice? She could have stayed quiet and let any of those women be dragged away, but she stepped forward. Those Christian men offered her up like a lamb for sacrifice and still she wanted them to live, and was even smart enough to know how to play my mind games.’ Ivar explained.

‘How could I replace a woman like that, a woman that brave, who fears a filthy cripple like me?’

Ubbe sighed and stood up, looking out at the sea and saw that the ship was nearly at the docks, but he decided he could offer his younger brother some advice.

‘You shouldn’t want her to fear you, Ivar. How can anyone love what they fear?’

Ivar looked taken aback, as if he’d never considered not terrifying his wife, but instead of responding he turned his focus over to the ship crew that was unloading the boat.

‘I don’t see how he thought he was secretive?’ one of the men said casually as he helped to dock the ship.

‘He’s young, he’s never smuggled a damn thing and it shows,’

Ivar’s ears perked up upon hearing this conversation and he quickly called the two merchants over; abandoning his own chat with Ubbe.

The two men looked over at the princes curiously; as they had not been aware of the chaotic search for the Christian nun that had occurred while they were at sea.

‘Prince Ivar, Prince Ubbe.’ one of them greeted and the other nodded in agreement.

‘I’m happy that the Gods brought you all back to us, I would like to treat your crew to a small feast on my estate in the next fortnight.’ Ivar said cheerily.

Ubbe quickly understood the game Ivar was playing and he decided he wanted no part in it at all.

He bid his brother a less than polite goodbye and left the two men to Ivar’s manipulation.

A feast for a simple unimportant ship crew was unheard of, especially a feast given by a prince. It would have been considered a great sign of disrespect to decline his hospitality.

The two men thanked Ivar for his unwarranted kindness and went to let the others know that they would all, along with their families, be expected at the youngest Prince’s estate.

Ivar watched the ship crew discuss their surprising treat and he pulled himself up onto his crutches and began to walk back to the markets.

As he limped along his way he subtly motioned for one of his spies, a thrall working outside of the butcher’s stand, to walk along side him.

Obediently the man followed the wordless order and matched Ivar’s pace.

‘Everyone under my purse is to watch the men on the merchant ship that just docked. Every man is to be followed for the next fortnight. I will expect daily reports if anyone fails to report even one hour of their actions I will have them hung.’ Ivar said strictly not looking at the man at all.

As he had wished, his warning went a long way in getting the results he wanted. He received reports in the crewmens’ every action, he’d even gotten reports describing their trips into the woods to relieve themselves.

Still no news of his wife or of what the two men suspected a crew mate of smuggling, but Ivar was sure that this was the right ship.

He had discovered the ship had sailed off the morning after (Y/N) had vanished.

Ivar tasked his thralls with preparing for the feast and he was impressed with how well they had performed.

By the night his feast was set to happen he had large tables sat outside under a cloudless starlit sky and there were heaps of fine dishes and mead as well as wine from England.

The crewmen were all in awe of the extravagant show of hospitality and everyone gave him their thanks in person.

Ivar mingled among them and was pleased that the news of his wife's disappearance had become common knowledge to all of the men.

‘May I speak with you Prince Ivar?’ one of the men asked as he approached the high table.

Ivar was quick to recognize the man as one of the men he’d spoken to on the beach.

‘Of course come with me.’

With a great amount of control Ivar calmly led the man into his home away from the festivities.

‘What would you like to discuss?’ the prince asked.

‘Forgive my intruding, but I have heard of your wife’s disappearance, and I- I think I have some information to give.’ I asked.

This was what Ivar had planned; to give the crew such a grand feast that at least one man would be grateful enough to betray one another.

‘Please, I would owe you an unimaginable debt if you could help me find my wife.’ Ivar said cunningly.

‘I can’t be sure if it was your wife, all I know is that Amund had someone in that crate. We more experienced in smuggling saw him speaking with it, sliding his rations into it even.’ the old man said.

‘A crate?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes, big crate, it could easily fit one person, maybe even two.’

‘Two?’ Ivar said, feeling his grip on his crutch tighten in his anger.

She’d had an affair and ran off with some nobody; she’d decided weeks locked in a crate with another man was better than the rest of her life with him.

‘You said this man’s name was…?’ Ivar questioned, struggling to keep his anger hidden.

‘Amund, strong boy; he went ahead of the rest of us and the first thing off the boat was the crate.’

Ivar took in all this information, trying to piece together what all this implied and he determined he needed more to work with.

‘Tell me, what happened after the merchandise was unloaded. Did he hide the crate?’

‘No, the crate was in the assigned room when we all brought in the rest, still nailed shut too. The Earl granted us his hospitality to rest after our journey.’

Again Ivar was silent, trying very hard to picture in his mind what could have happened. If (Y/N) was in the crate and this Amund was the one responsible for getting her out why did he leave it sealed?

‘Big enough for two…’ he mused, thinking that if there was a man strong enough inside with her he could break out of the crate with her then she could have escaped with him.

‘Was this crate ever damaged, or moved?’ he asked the crewman.’

‘No, at least not to my knowledge, but the journey had been harder on my body than usual in my advanced age. When the Earl offered us rest I rested, but I did hear rumors.’ the man continued.

‘Rumors?’

‘The merchants spoke of one of our crewmen walking into the Great Hall carrying an unconscious woman. I never saw her, but she was the topic of much gossip while we restocked the ship.’

‘Did anyone on your ship see this woman, even a glimpse of her?’

‘I can not say with certainty, I can only say that Amund smuggled someone out of Kattegat.’

The anger for the old man’s lack of knowledge was red hot and only cooled by his relief of finally having a lead.

Thank you for telling what you could, please enjoy the feast with your family. It is a celebration in the honor of you and all traders like you, what would our world look like without brave men like you all.’ the prince complimented as he dismissed the man.

As soon as the man was out of earshot Freydis, silent as death, immerged from the shadows of the dim lit room.

‘Spread the word, I want this man, Amund identified, and followed. He shouldn’t be able to sneeze without me knowing when and where.’ Ivar ordered, his voice much harder than it had been mere seconds ago.

‘For how long?’

‘As long as it takes for him to let down his guard and let the information slip.’

While Ivar’s spies began to focus on Amund, all the way in Denmark, (Y/N) was adapted into her new life.

In the first week of her new life as a thrall she quickly realized two things.

The first was that the life of a nun and the life of a thrall was eerily similar in many regards. An older, more hardened and experienced woman would assign tasks to her and then would judge if the task was completed correctly and met her standards. If she did well she would be given another, often more challenging task, but if it did not meet Hilda’s standards there was punishment.

It was a rare occasion when (Y/N) was on the receiving end of Hilda’s wrath, which was why her punishments always seemed so harsh in comparison to the other girls.

The second thing was that, even despite the hatred the head thrall clearly had for her, she greatly preferred the life of a thrall over the life she had fled from.

Sure the shed the thralls all shared was cold and hardly much of a shelter at all but she slept fine knowing she wouldn’t wake up to Ivar’s rage.

And even better she found other Christians among the women she now shared status with.

It felt as if she had been welcomed into a new church, even if it had only been a small circle consisting of three women of various ages.

There was Kendra, the youngest being only around nineteen who had been captured and sold from York. Dawn was in her mid thirties and was a cook, she had never said where she was from originally, just that she had been only thirteen when she became the old cook’s apprentice. Finally there was Megan who was closer to (Y/N)’s age being twenty four, she was originally from Essex.

After two years of hiding her faith from her tyrannical husband, praying amongst others was euphoric. Holding hands in prayer was what she looked forward to most when she awoke at first light.

Every morning she would be awakened by Hilda whacking a wooden stick against the walls of the shed from outside before the doors of the shed were thrown open.

‘Get up! Work to be done!’ she boomed unnecessarily.

It was common knowledge that anyone still laying down by the time the doors opened would not only be promptly hit with the stick but they also would get no first meal.

The term meal was used loosely, it was only gr Rx bone broth and uncooked crops or, if they were so lucky, scraps from feasts.

Today’s meal was bone broth and carrots, after receiving her portion (Y/N) went to the corner with her small group and they shared a brief prayer over your meal before eating quickly.

‘What is your chore list today Kendra?’ she asked the youngest.

‘Caring for the Earl’s stock.’ was the answer she was given.

‘Be sure you give the chickens enough, the last few we’ve cooked were more feathers than meat.’ Dawn sighed.

‘I will be…preparing for a visitor.’ Megan said quietly, hardly touching her small meal.

At this all of them went silent.

Megan was often used as a cleaning girl around the great hall, but on the rare occasion that the Earl had important company she was a bed warmer.

It was a truly horrible fate for any woman but it seemed to be an especially cruel task for a Christian.

Every night before Hilda came in to order everyone to sleep they all joined hands in a silent prayer, but even still it was obvious Megan only prayed for God’s mercy and forgiveness.

(Y/N) reached out and took Megan’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘God knows your heart and he knows your mind and spirit. He knows what sins you choose to commit and he knows the sins done against you. He will always forgive your sins and in time he will punish those who have sinned you.’ she encouraged.

Megan held onto the hand that she had been offered. Of course all the women of this small congregation were close, but Megan had such a strong connection and admiration for (Y/N).

The lie that Amund had told the Earl was widely believed and widely discussed in the markets. Meaning it was well known that (Y/N) was a runaway bed warmer herself.

It was for this reason that Megan looked at (Y/N) such wonder and great respect. In her unknowing eyes (Y/N) had done the impossible; escaped a lifetime of being nothing but a common whore for Pagans.

‘Hurry up you dogs! There's work to be done and if even one task isn’t completed then no one eats tonight!’ Hilda’s voice boomed.

Realizing that she hadn’t been focusing on her already cooling broth (Y/N) quickly drank the remaining liquid in the wooden bowl and stuck her carrots into her skirts.

Hopefully she would get a moment to sneak away and eat them before nightfall, if not then she would give it away to a beggar.

They all arose and set out to their assigned work locations.

Hilda sent a glare of pure malice at (Y/N) as she passed her on the way out of the shed.

‘If I hear so much as a word against you from the healers I’ll have you flogged.’ the old haggish woman warned.

‘Yes Hilda.’ (Y/N) replied, the air of respect and responsibility in her tone before she went on.

She had been assigned as a healer’s apprentice due to her telling the Earl she had some experience in that field of work.

Her days were spent gathering herbs and roots, mixing and brewing, occasionally there will be a person who is injured or falls so ill they need physical care and when that happens she would be the one to give them care. She would clean them, try to close up or disinfect their wounds and feed them remedies.

Today when she entered the healer’s hut she was met with the now familiar scent of living rotting flesh.

‘Girl.’ the healer, an old ragged woman named Skadi, called to her from the table where she was laying out her supplies.

‘Who is it?’ the thrall asked as she approached.

‘One of the Earl’s blacksmiths; got his foolish self cut and didn’t think to clean the sore.’

‘Infection, can it be treated?’

‘No, but he’ll survive.’ Skadi said sadly as she placed her necessary materials on a tray.

There were ropes to tie off the blood flow and restrain him, a leather strap to keep the man from biting off or swallowing his tongue, and a red hot ax in order to both remove the limb and cauterize the wound.

You hated doing this but it was necessary, the hut stunk with infection but it didn’t smell of death quite yet.

The man was older, maybe forty but clearly he’d lived a hard life to reach that age. He was quiet but his chest was heaving as if he had been fighting for each breath. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was turned away from his rotting hand.

It truly was disgusting to see a hand that mangled. The wound was still open, but no longer bleeding leaving an open gash caked in blackened blood and crusted puss.

She went about tying him down, making sure to be extra precise when restraining the arm that would soon be handless.

This was how she spent her days, in the hut with the sick and injured. It was a far cry from her old life in Kattegat. She was no longer a prince’s wife that was tended to by a full staff of thralls. Now she was herself thrall and she was called upon to do hard, truly hard, work and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaving the hut for the day (Y/N) found herself exhausted but hopeful that the man would be ok once he was rested.

As she made her way back to the shed she chomped on the carrots she had stored away from breakfast, thankful to have them at least in case someone really didn’t finish their chores and no one was given dinner tonight.

It was as she finished her last carrot that something compelled her to look over at the beach as she neared the shed.

There was a ship, of course there was a ship at the beach; where else would a ship be if not at sea. That wasn’t what made her stop in her tracks, it was undoubtedly a Kattegat ship.

By no means was (Y/N) an expert on such things but after two years she could single out Floki’s handiwork from any other boat builder.

Those sails, the dragon figurehead…that was not a merchant ship.

With her heart racing she hurried into the shed and huddled into the corner where she slept, but she did not lay down.

She just sat with her hands fiddling with the threads of her skirts, as she thought back to the morning conversation she’d had.

A visitor, an important enough visitor to be offered a bed warmer.

How had she not thought to ask who this visitor was? She prayed with all her heart that it wasn’t Ivar, but there was no way to be sure.

No, Ivar couldn’t know which boat you snuck onto, even if he did he wouldn’t just devote himself to hunting you.

At least not personally.

Ivar was a prince of a wealthy kingdom, as well as a respected warlord in his own right. What man would dare to disobey him if he ordered them to find you.

Everything was hitting her all at once.

She would have to leave tonight…run until she made it to the next town.

With what? No food, supplies or weapons to protect yourself? This wasn’t like the cold journey to Floki’s that last night. This would be a three day trip by foot. Not to mention it was no longer winter. It was spring and roads would be busy and therefore dangerous. A woman in rags traveling alone was little more than an invitation for a rapist on his way.

It wasn’t ideal by any means but it was either risk the dangers of the road or stay and be turned over to Ivar by whatever man Ivar had sent after her.

‘(Y/N), you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ Kendra said as she sat beside her.

‘Not to be dramatic, but it feels as if I have.’

#ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #ivar lothbrok #vikings #vikings imagine #the one he chose series

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Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

WEEK ONE

Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *

Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play

Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️

Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish

Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *

Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage

Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

WEEK TWO

Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️

Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play

Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️

Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism

Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)

Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation

Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play

WEEK THREE

Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *

Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️

Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk

Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink

Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️

Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play

Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *

WEEK FOUR

Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play

Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *

Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)

Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play

Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship

Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex

Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️

WEEK FIVE

Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging

Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex

Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink

Bonus fic: ???

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble kinktober #bonkywobble masterlist #bonkywobble writes

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lambtotheslaughterr · 8 days

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS OPEN✨

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

beau<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot

2. virgin!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends)

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate)

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot

10.

#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

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waiting4inspiration · 4 years

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7k Celebration Masterlist (Mythical Creatures)

All the fics for my 7k Followers Celebration including mythical creatures. Thank you to everyone who helped me get to this amazing milestone!

Stories (Bjorn x Mermaid!reader) II Part 2 II Part 3

Summary: You’re captured while your colony attack Bjorn’s ship and he decides to keep you as a trophy. An idea you don’t like at all.

Moonlight (Geralt x Werewolf!reader)

Summary: You seek the help of a Witcher to help you with your first full moon after being bitten by a werewolf, not expecting a lot of things to happen. Especially not that you would fall for him.

Like me (Centaur!Ivar x Reader)

Summary: Ivar meets someone like him. Someone with 4 legs, and a horse body. Someone who has been alone most of their life because they aren’t normal. Like him.

A New Life? (Bucky x Phoenix!reader)

Summary: Bucky’s been having dreams of a woman bursting in flames, but is certain that there is no chance she can be alive. During a mission at a familiar HYDRA base, Bucky finds the woman, and figures out what she really is. Especially after he finds her in the ashes as the blown-up base.

Dream come True (Geralt x Succubus!reader)

Summary: Geralt hears about a corrupt town that he decides to see what’s going on. But as he nears, he starts to have a reoccurring dream. An erotic one. When he enters the town, he meets the one behind it all.

Scream (Geralt x Banshee!Reader)

Summary: Geralt is hired to kill a Banshee, thinking that it’s the reason people are dying. When he finds out that it’s not true, he spares the Banshee’s life, and she returns the favor later on when she finds the Witcher close to death

The Melody (Sigurd x Saytr!Reader)

Summary: Sigurd goes to the woods to play in oud in peace, but his music attracts a creature he’s never seen before.

The Bard and the Vampire (Jaskier x Vampire!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been with Jaskier for a while, happy that he treats you like a normal person and not like the monster you’ve been called before. But when an old friend shows up, you start to doubt whether or not you deserve to be with someone like your bard

Face Changer (Ivar x Shapeshifter!Reader)

Summary: A Jarl comes to join Ivar’s raid to England with an interesting companion. After speaking to you, he finds that you and he are not so different

By the Water’s Edge (Ubbe x Nymph!Reader)

Summary: In a foreign land, Ubbe finds himself at a body of water, drawn to it at the sound of cheerful giggling and a melodic voice, he meets the creatures these foreign people say are close to their Gods

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b1t5andpi3c3s · 2 years

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B1t5andPi3c3s Master Post

The Chronicles of Narnia

Joining the Fight Against the White Witch Becoming the next King/Queen Sheltering small animals in your home Being the White Witch’s half-sister Professor Kirke’s niece

Descendants

Maleficent and Descendants Crossover

Alternate + 2 Maleficent and co. end up in Auradon

Harry Potter

Being Lily’s sister and dating Sirius Black Being Sorted into Slytherin, but you’re a Muggleborn Being a Muggleborn witch and neighbouring Harry and the Dursleys

Being Draco's older sister

To Watch You Go Remus Lupin x Reader, Angst Paper Rings James Potter, fluff

Marvel

Hydra being after you, a Werewolf Having the power of all the Infinity stones Being made to watch Hydra experiment on People Being Nick Fury’s niece and growing up hearing stories about Carol Danvers Being a normal civilian and dating Steve when Thanos attacks Helping Bucky Hydra taking you, Howard’s sister and Bucky’s girlfriend Going undercover at Peter’s school, because Tony wants more information about Spider-man Peter Parker tutoring you Bonding with Dr. Strange while practising magic

Locked like a Fortress, but I Love You Anyway Steven Grant x Reader, Angst + (Smidge of) Fluff This Morning Steven Grant x Reader, Fluff Black as Pitch Steven Grant x Reader + Marc Spector x Reader, Fluff + Angst (a little) + otherwise pretty neutral

The Maze Runner

Newt looking at you like Falling in love with Thomas but he doesn't notice The Creator's not properly wiping your memory

Merlin

Nothing Yet :(

Peaky Blinders

Congratulations Thomas Shelby x Reader, Angst

Riverdale

Being a Blossom sibling Charles having a twin Being a Riverdale parent Being attacked by Ghoulies and the Serpents save you Helping Jughead with his novel Being Hiram Lodge's estranged sister

Star Wars

Nothing Yet :(

Supernatural

Being Crowley's Child Having the ability of everything you say coming true Being an old uni friend of Sam's Being Bobby's daughter and being engaged to Sam Being a normal human, but being able to read the tablets

Teen Wolf

Being a Vampire in Beacon Hills Being Theo sister and he gets the Dread Doctors to change you Being the only one Stiles trusts with his Jeep

The Umbrella Academy

Working for the Handler

The Vampire Diaries / Originals / Legacies

Dying in Stefan's arms Being a Werewolf from Beacon Hills Being in a love square with Klaus, Elijah, Stefan and Damon Being a Donovan sibling Having blackmail material over your friends

Vikings

Ragnar having a wife before Lagertha + Part 2 Ragnar remembering you Through Innocent Eyes Hvitserk x Reader, Fluff

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dangerousvikings · 6 years

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Available Christmas promts

Check our rules here

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You can choose a prompt that is already taken as long as you pick a different character.

4. Hot chocolate + cuddling in front of the fire

8 . “How come you’re not on top of that tree, angel?”

9. „Don’t touch the cookies they are not ready yet!“

15. Ice skating with character name

17. Getting drunk at Christmas party and being taken care of by character name

21. Spending Christmas morning together

22. You own the best bakery in town and character name need an insane amount of cookies for his party

23. You and character name are at a Christmas party and his and yours friends got drunk and started going on about how cute you two would be together

33. Introducing character name /reader to family over holidays

34. Character name and reader are co-workers, but they barely know each other. They both have to work together through the holidays

36. Character name /reader work at a store and the other keep coming in but never buy anything

39. Character name and you are estranged childhood best friends and meet again at a Christmas party

40. Character name and you compete in Christmas house decoration

41. Character name and you are stuck in a storm and both of you are forced to have a makeshift Christmas

42. Character/reader vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Reader/character is that stranger

43. Your’s/character’s name best friend cheats the Secret Santa because he/she knows both of you have a crush on each other

45. Under the mistletoe @sconniebelle w/ Halfdan

46. Snowball fight

49. “I didn’t think I was a snowman, but you just made my heart melt.”

50. “Oh darling, I take romance to a new level—I don’t cuddle, I hibernate.”

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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What I’ve written & plan to write: March, April, May 2022

See previous ones (writing roundup ups)

Steven Grant /Moonknight

Our lonely hearts

…

Oscar Isaac

Inside Llewyn Davis

Triple frontier

All the guys / Will pairing

A lighthouse in the dark

All the guys appear / Santi focus

A little bit of hope

Santi focused

Soft mornings

Benny only

When birds sing

…

The Punisher

Billy Russo

Untitled

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Mayans MC

Reader,Manny, Angel

If this is our destiny

Will Medina

headcanon 1

Ez Reyes

The Best Gift

Angel Reyes

One more round

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Vikings

Ubbe

The Chaos of Desire

Ivar x reader , Hvitserk x reader

What do we do with you now

Hvitserk

Le vampire pt 1 of 3

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax x ofc | omc x ofc (Jon Bernthal)

The longest ride 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Room 322

F reader x Javi x Carrillo

How much longer

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Pedro Pascal - Characters

Ezra

Queen of poisons update! Ch 7

Marcus Pike

You are my #1

Second chances

Jay Castillo

Dreamland

Nico (house comes with a bird)

A taste of honey preview

Dieter Bravo

Nothing but trouble

Agent Whiskey

The real you

Ezra

Love on the green

Minx

Ofc & minx crew

Wrap party

Peaky Blinders

Tommy

Back to life

Original story - Wisteria & Moonlight - in progress

Original story - Dark Shadows -on hold

Mayans Mc

Moon Knight

Sons of Anarchy

Character - Jay Castillo (see link in section above)

Steven Grant | Moon Knight

Dieter Bravo | preview Nothing but trouble | His muse

Minx hbo - wrap party

Inside Llewyn Davis - 37 letters

WIPs & upcoming updates

Pero Tovar

The terms of enchantment ( pt 2 update)

Man with the dark eyes

Max Phillips , Eddie, ofc

How to be a vampire (pt 2 update)

KJ (Mayans Mc)

3am

Omar Assarian

When the lights go out

Ofc, Werewolf Ezra

Queen of Poisons

Ben Barnes

Requiem

Ofc, Poe, Mando

Azure

Oc, vikings, tlk

Riders of the Storm

Rogue One

Masterlist

*Tags? No longer curating long lists or forms. I will tag on a wip-by-wip basis. Ask to be tagged or sign up for notifs.*

Are you following something that’s not on the list? Don’t worry, it’s likely on my overall wip list

Masterlist

WIP list | wips spring 2022

#writing round up #March writing roundup

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empireroyals · 6 years

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Request Are Opened

Send me in your requests, need some inspiration. Been away too long x

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therealvikingstrash · 3 years

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Masterlist

-New and improved-

As you can see, I decided to give those fics some new order!

Brotherly-feels:

The Gods will show you - G - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 3,350 Words

Drawing was made by me

Salvation in Gold - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 5,600 Words

Drawing by yours truly

Missing Family - M - Hvitserk x Ivar - 1,750 Words

Dream a little Dream - G - Ubbe x Hvitserk x Ivar - 2,670 Words

Chasing away Ghosts - T - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 6,640 Words

Honeyed Truth - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 4,018 Words

Ragnarsdottir - T - Aslaug, Ubbe, Trans!Hvitserk - 2,243 Words

Our Promise - G - Æthelred x Alfred - 683 Words

My entry for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover Short and Sweet Challenge

Sad fics:

No one’s Father - G - Hvitserk x Ivar - 1,160 Words

Brokenhearted - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 976 Words

My Fate lies with You - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 3,074 Words

Ones Mercy is another's Death Sentence - T - Bjorn x Ubbe x Hvitserk - 1,470 Words

Follower Celebration:

69 Follower Celebration - E - Hvitserk/Reader

333 Follower Challenge Masterpost

Mythological Creature AU:

Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger - E - all Ragnarssons - 7,733 Words

inspired by this post from @serasvictoria

Jörmungandr would be Jealous - E - Sigurd - 1,380 Words

@quantumlocked310 made this awesome Moodboard for this story 😍 check it out 💕

Sated Hunger and Regret - E - Hvitserk x Ubbe centric

Moodboard by our talented @quantumlocked310

A Mother's Love - E - Aslaug & Ivar - 3,660 Words

Children of the Night - M - Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar, Sigurd - 5,226 Words

This isn’t related to the Lovely Monsters Series, they’re all Vampires here

Smut (F/M, M/M, F/F):

In and Out - I - II - III(1/2) - III(2/2) - IV - Hvitserk/Reader/Ubbe, Ivar/Heahmund - 17,000 Words

Inspired by really awesome moodboards from @flowers-in-your-hayr !

Gifts and Jewelry - E - Ubbe/Aud - 5,149 Words

Kings of Kattegat - E - Ubbe/Amma/Hvitserk - 39,862 Words

This was my entry for the @vikingsbigbang2022

Requests:

Spilled Wine - E - Alfred the Great/Ubbe Lothbrok - 1,490 Words

Moodboard and Gifs made by me

Love is a Battlefield - E - Alfred/Ubbe - 3030 Words

Moodboard is my abomination

A Painful Smile & Love Confessions - G - Ubbe/Eydis(OFC) - 1,710 Words

Prompts:

I don’t break easily - E - Ivar/Reader - 1,180 Words

Worth the Injury - E - Ivar/Heahmund - 757 Words

You Better Not Come - E - Hvitserk/OFC - 1,528 Words

The Night Sky - E - Ubbe/Eydis(OFC) - 3,272 Words

Ribbon - E - Hvitserk/Master - 2,248 Words

Gen, Fluff & Humor:

The Sound of Jealousy - G - Sigurd centric - 450 Words

Lessons Learned with Lothbrok & Sons - Hvitserk/Reader - 4,700 Words

This story exists because of this post and the discussion going on there.

Flat Violins and Football Tricots - M - Alfred King/Ubbe Lothbrok - 2,900 Words

@flowers-in-your-hayr is apparently my muse now 💕 her moodboard just ignited something in me again. Check it out!

Icy Winters and Soulmates - Gen - Gunnhild & Amma - 1,120 words

Entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover 600 Followers Challenge

Apple Traditions - Gen - Yidu/Þorunn

Entry for @ deans-ch-ch-cherrypie Winter Birthday Challenge

Like Father, Like Son - Gen - Ubbe & Ragnar jr - 728 words

Death Awaits The Rude - M (for Violence) - Aslaug & Ubbe - 1,480 Words

Irritating Shine - T - Yidu/Þorunn - 2,391 Words

Incest-y:

Humiliation - E - Ubbe/Hvitserk - 1,413 Words

My Edits, Art, Moodboards and stuff:

How did we end up like this? Ubbe & Hvitserk Edit

Ubbe thinking of having lost Hvitserk Edit

Hvitserk & Ubbe Edit

Dragonfly - Hvitserk/Ubbe digital art

I set Fire to the World Edit - Ubbe, Hvitserk & Ivar

Growing Ego - Ubbe & Ivar edit

Hvitserk realizing he lost his back up, safety net and partner in crime Edit

A different kind of reunion - Ubbe & Hvitserk digital art

Sleeping In, digital art - Hvitserk

Long Live The King Edit - Alfred & Æthelred

Mythological Creature AU Edit for Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger

Mythological Creatures AU Edit: Ubbe | Hvitserk | Bjorn | Ivar | Sigurd

Berserker Ubbe digital art

Berserker Hvitserk digital art

Merman Hvitserk digital art

Merman Lothbrok boys digital art

Cari the Mermaid digital fanart for Captainkilly's fic homeland, heartland

The Mirror Pool digital fanart of Ubbe and Cari for Captainkilly's fic homeland, heartland

Æthelred & Hvitserk - digital art for issadoragreen

Some of my works are also on AO3! 💕

#my masterlist #masterlist #fics #edits #requests #prompts #vikings #vikings fics

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hoteldreamss · 2 years

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an infectious eternity

— Хвитсерк после долгих и сложных лет своей жизни, находит тебя в дворце князя Олега. Но ты уже не такая, как прежде, всё изменилось, но не ваши чувства друг к другу.

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#imagine #русский imagine #vikings imagine #hvitserk x y/n #hvitserk smut #hvitserk ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk imagine #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk #hvitty #hvitserk lothbrok x reader #Хвитсерк имаджин #Хвитсерк imagine #hvitserk x vampire!reader

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chessmattandvodka · 3 years

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I had this idea of a Fallen Angel! Hvitserk x vampire! Reader, so I did a moodboard 🤭

#vikings #vikings series #hvitserk #marco ilsø #vampire #fallen angel #vikings au #vikings imagines #moodboard

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Reasons: Ubbe Lothbrok

Author’s Note: I combined the two requests into one; I hope that’s okay! It’s a little kinky, yall don’t care though, lmao. Let me know what you think! Happy reading! (Gif Credit: The lovely @honestsycrets)

Requested: How about a vampire explaining how much he wants to bite the reader, and why he won't right now, in a very sexy way of course. Maybe with a lot of touching. For the Viking of your choice...- @whenimaunicorn

Ubbe telling you ghost stories or norse legends while teasing you with a knife (and then fucking you) 👀 - anon

Pairings: Ubbe x Reader

Warnings: Blood Kink, Knife Play, Public Smut

The light from the moon was the only light that guided you along the path back to Kattegat; you told Ubbe you wanted to be home sooner. The oncoming winter brought shorter days, which meant more danger being in the woods in the midst of woods at night. It was not that you were afraid, though; Ubbe was the good brother. Ivar and even Hvitserk, you didn’t trust alone in these parts. They both had a satiated hunger that you cared not to ignite.

“How far are we from home?” You asked, pulling the furs over your arms to prevent the chilly wind from hitting your skin. “I know your mother does not want us to miss sup.”

“My mother will be fine; rather, we make it or not.” Ubbe moved the branch from in front of you two and allowed you to walk ahead. “I have wanted to talk to you for a while now.”

“We talk every day.” The chuckle was brief when you noticed that he didn’t return a smile. “Talk about what, young Lothbrok.”

“You and Bjorn.”

“There is no Bjorn and me,” You scoffed in efforts to not laugh out loud and draw any wild animal towards you. “Bjorn is not a husband, he even knows it.”

“Anyone can be a husband.”

“That is not true, and you know it, Ubbe Ragnarsson, did you bring me to the woods to tease me about Bjorn and our…” You struggled to find the words to define the one time fuck session you’d had with him. There were no regrets, but somehow you felt guilty every time you were around Ubbe, and he brought it up. He had a way of bringing emotions out in you that you didn’t think existed. Ubbe was the most complex of the brothers, every woman knew, every woman wanted him, yet he still pined after you even when he learned that you were entangled with Bjorn.

“I would never bring you here to be a tease.” He touched the small line of your arm, pinching playfully at your skin before he let go and walked ahead of you. “Have you heard about these woods?”

“Heard what?”

“About the draugr?” Ubbe smiled, even in the fading sunlight, you could see the brilliant smile he gave, and the fluttering in your stomach reconvened.

“Draugr, you tell lies, Ubbe.”

“I tell no lies. It is said that he comes out when the sunsets… in search of the flesh of young women like yourself.” Ubbe stood before you with a glimmer of entertainment in his eyes. “He likes them young and alone.”

“I am not alone.” You shrug. “Am I?”

“It appears you are not.” Ubbe stepped closer. “If the Draugr was here, where would be a good place for him to start?” He leaned in his beard, prickling the side of your face and causing a chill to run down your spine. “Your neck?” He touches the nape of your nape. “Your breasts?” The finger strategically slides down the line of your dress to the tip of your nipple. “Likely your thighs,” Ubbe whispered. “It’s warm there, no?”

“You are insane.” You smirked, pushing passed him only to be pushed lightly into the tree. “Why would a draugr be here of all places?”

“Guarding the hoards buried in these very woods.”

It is hard not to swallow back the fear the pricked, the warriors were known to bury their hoards in the woods. It was less likely to be bothered if no one could bother it. “It is not funny to tease like this, Ubbe.”

“Draugr like the taste of blood, sweet yet salty, fresh from their victim.”

“Enough.” Your hands shove into his chest, and he steps back, allowing you to move past him. Then he is right on your tail. “Take me back to Kattegat.”

“That is where we are headed; you are no fun.”

“I don’t find your stories entertaining.” You pout.

“Is it entertainment that you want?” Ubbe exhaled. “Perhaps we can have a game of chase… I will give you a head start. If I catch you, I get to do whatever I want to you. There are no limits, and you will allow it?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever I want.” He did not explain, only grin sneakily and cross his arms.

“And if I win.”

“I will do whatever you want, no matter what it is.”

“When do we start?” You were known to be fast; on the battlefields and raids, they sent you to send messages for your speed alone. You gathered your curly hair pinning it atop your head, and then turned to him.

“You can go now.” He flourished the land in front of you, “While you have the light in your favor.”

Losing was something you were not familiar with, but Ubbe took no shame in catching you three minutes after starting your sprint. He knew the woods like he knew his home; they were, in essence, a piece of his home. This you should have thought of before you accepted the wager.

The cold blade graces your neck, the point of it pushing into your supple flesh enough to prick and cause a small point of blood to seep. “There are one million reasons why I shouldn’t do this,” Ubbe whispered. “But, I can think of one why I can.”

Blood did not scare you, nor did it make you want to stop him. You wanted him to continue. “And what is that reason?”

“You want me to, right?”

Answering with words seemed to take too much of your energy, so you nodded your head, eagerly awaiting him to suck at your skin. Ubbe sucked at your breast, taking the plush flesh into the mouth, only making you moan and echo in the woods surrounding you. He lowered himself onto your body, pressing your body onto the damp forest floor and spreading your legs further. He stopped inhaling deeply, leaving a small throbbing spot where he had sucked.

“Where to drink next?” The blade traveled down your body, over your exposed skin, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere he touched and then stopped at the slope of your thigh. “Here?” Ubbe carefully drew circles with the knife and then drug it further down your legs. “Or here?” He stopped at the soft spot behind your knee.

Your breath was ragged, skin flushed, and chest heaving. You didn’t know what you wanted from Ubbe, but you knew that you wanted him to do it. You reached down, cupping his dick; it hung heavy in his pants against his thigh. How was he keeping it composed, you were unsure? Then again, he apparently waited a while to get you like this, so maybe patience was his forte? “Watch yourself, lamb.” He growled.

“And if I don’t?”

Those words ignite something in him because he no longer takes his time with you; he tosses the knife to the ground and tugging his pants down quickly. “Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked.

“I lost the chase.” You answered.

“Right.” Ubbe unsheathes himself, stroking his tip over your clit once, then twice, and then he slams into you. The sharp yet sweet feeling sends your back arching into him and nails raking down his back. He doesn’t stop with the roughness of his strokes, dragging his dick out of you and then slamming back in full to the hilt filling you. Gentle was not an option with him; you didn’t want it to be. Your legs cradle him, pulling him deeper, nudging him against your g-spot and all while him rubbing him on your swollen clit as he wound his hips. Ubbe was savoring the feeling of your pussy; warmth enveloped him and then clenched around his cock. You were tight, beckoning for him to fuck you, so he did.

Ubbe drove into you faster, each time your body bounce, breast pushed against his chest, and your toes curled. The carnal growl that came from him was enough to make you come alone; he was like an animal, untamed. His teeth grazed your skin, nails raked down your thighs as he lifted your legs to wrap around his body, and he had no intent on stopping. Your body quaked under his, your eyes water as the provoked pleasure passed through your entire body like an explosion. You shuttered, your voice wavered in cries you’d never heard before, and he continued. Your skin clapped against Ubbe’s and thrust into you, halting for a moment. His back bowing to get deeper, and you felt him spilling into you.

The two of you didn’t move for several minutes. The sound of the night was around you and growing louder. There was a part of you that didn’t want to move. You tried to lay there and bask in the aftermath of fucking the man you’d wanted to fuck for years. “We should get back.” You whispered, running your fingers through his sweat-slick hair.

“I can think of several reasons why we shouldn't,” Ubbe answered, and even though you could not see him, you could feel the cocky grin on his face.

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