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[whenimaunicorn]

Party Police

Hvitserk x Reader (female)

Content Tags: modern AU, slightly smutty, drug use, cop roleplay featuring some abuse of power

Notes: combining two prompts here, from @grungyblonde and @equalstrashflavoredtrash (everyone knows that a Halloween prompt came from you babe)

The party’s been ok so far, though it’s not living up to the wild ride that you always hope that Halloween is going to be. You’re standing in your friend’s kitchen at the back of the house she rents with a few other people, admiring her homemade mermaid costume. “I love that your makeup includes fucking gills, dude,” you say, running your fingers under prosthetics she’s given herself on the sides of her neck.

“I mean, a real mermaid would have to have them, right?” she answers. She reaches out and tugs at the lacey hem of your short, calico skirt. “And look at you, going all sexy this year.”

You blush a little, looking down at the storebought “slutty” Little Bo Peep dress that you grabbed on a whim. “I just thought it looked really cute on me.”

“It does, it does,” your friend agrees.

“Mostly I had to have it for this,” you add, swinging around the purse that’s been hanging under your arm. It’s shaped like a fluffy little sheep, with a zippered pocket down its back just big enough for your phone and smokes to fit inside.

Your friend is just reaching out to pet the adorable little thing when the loud sound of a siren starts emanating from the back door. She jumps, and waves her hand frantically for you to put the joint in your hand behind your back. “The fuck--?”

The back door bangs open, and Hvitserk Ragnarsson jumps through. He’s dressed in a deep blue cop uniform, which almost looks like it could be real if it weren’t so expertly tailored to hug his slim, fit body. Beneath the brim of his officer’s hat, his eyes are a little red and puffy and laughing. “Everybody remain calm,” he announces, “the fun police is here.”

Your friend is the first to respond, rushing up and smacking him. “You scared me, Hvitty!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, assaulting an officer?” he replies with mock outrage. “I might have to write you up for that.” He hits a button on his phone that turns off the siren sound.

Suddenly nervous, you bring the joint in your hand up for one more tiny little hit. You’ve had a crush on Hvitserk since high school, though he’s never been single long enough for you to do anything about it. It’s been all safe flirting and near-misses between you too so far. But you never know, tonight could be a fresh chance. You exhale as smooth and cool as you can while Hvitserk’s eyes fall on you, and pass the joint to the girl standing to your left.

“What’s this?” Hvitserk says in his cop voice, cocking his head as he launches himself over to you. His long fingers intercept that joint before the hand-off can be completed. “You have the right,” he says with a goofy sparkle in his eye, “to remain high.” He brings it to his mouth and takes an almost rudely-long hit, staring at you all the while.

You make sure your face looks suitably impressed at his lung capacity.

He holds his breath as he returns the now-smaller joint to its proper turn in the rotation. He releases a cloud of thick white smoke just as your friend returns to her place at your side, fresh beer from the cooler in her hand. “Ma’am, I am going to have to confiscate that,” he announces, plucking the sweating bottle right from her fingers and drinking from it before she can try and take it back.

“Fuck you,” she fires back, though she’s smiling. Hvitserk might enjoy playing the asshole, but he’s got some kind of charm about him that makes it so no one ever quite gets mad at him for it. She turns to you. “Come on,” she says, linking her arm in yours, “let’s go make margaritas instead.”

You give Hvitserk a kind of longing last look as she pulls you away; his cool smirk implies that he thinks you’re just playing hard to get. Which… probably you are? But maybe that’s your problem, why you haven’t ever hooked up with him yet. Maybe you’re making yourself too hard to approach?

These are the things that you ponder as you help your friend pour salt in a plate to edge the rims of two glasses, watching Hvitserk from the corner of your eye as he moves on from the kitchen to the front of the house. His ass in those pants is just perfect; you never realized how exceptional he’d look in a uniform.

“Don’t make it too obvious,” your friend says into your ear.

You brush her off. “What? I’m not.”

“Su-ure,” she drawls.

You drink, you dance, you adjust the crooked hem of your flouncy little skirt for the thirtieth time. You try to play it cool as Hvitserk flits around the party, but he catches you looking about an hour later. You’re standing in the corner of the living room now, momentarily alone.

Hvitserk runs his hands up his uniform shirt, as if to remind you what he’s wearing. An arrogant snarl comes over his face as he gets into character, sauntering over with one hand on his plastic gun-holster. “You’re looking mighty suspicious over here, Miss Little Bo Peep,” he accuses when he reaches you.

“Oh, I’m definitely a bad element,” you coo up at him.

“Hands against the wall,” he says sternly, directing you to turn around with one swirling finger. “I’m gonna have to pat you down.”

You feel your blood rising as you comply, setting your hands high against the wall and arching your back shamelessly.

Hvitserk steps close, the fabric of his pants brushing against the bare backs of your thighs. His booted foot taps at the inside of your ankle. “Spread ‘em wider.”

Heat rushes between your opening legs as you follow his order.

“Have you been drinking tonight, Miss?” Hvitserk rasps into your ear, voice a little raw from all the shouting he’s been doing. His hands close around the tops of your shoulders, flattening the puffy little cap sleeves of your costume.

“Only a little, Officer.”

He grunts and starts his pat-down, moving his softly-slapping hands over your shoulderblades and down your flanks. His fingertips land against the sides of your tits and you feel his breath getting heavier against the side of your neck. “Am I going to find anything I don’t like in here?” he asks, groping across your belly and up between your breasts.

“I think you’ll like all of it,” you breathe back, turning to catch his eye with the most seductive face you can muster.

You almost break him with that; his jaw drops and you see him lose the character for a moment. But he’s not done with his game. He licks his lips and brings his hands down to your ass, sliding his thumbs over your cheeks and coming around like he’s checking your nonexistent pockets. “Just as I thought – contraband.”

“What do you mean, dude? I already smoked everything I’ve got!”

“Mm-mmm. Not that, miss.” He flips your skirt up high. “Care to explain these panties?”

Your eyes widen; you look around but are reassured to see that most people have left this room and no one is paying attention to your exposed rear. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Way too sexy,” Hvitserk says with finality, fingers tracing the lacey back. “I’m gonna have to confiscate.”

You have one second to brace yourself, wondering if he’s really gonna do it, before Hvitserk’s fingers close around the waistband of your panties and he whisks them toward the floor. You angle your hips to help him accomplish his goal, making sure your skirt falls back down as you do.

Hvitserk keeps one hand bracing your hip, fingers hungry, as he bends down to guide your panties off one foot, then the other. He tucks them into the breast pocket of his uniform as he stands. “I’m gonna let you off with a warning.” The hand on your hip squeezes tight, then slaps abruptly. “Next time, don’t go out looking so sexy.”

Breathless, you turn away from the wall as Hvitserk tips his hat and steps away. You’re so turned on that your legs don’t seem to work quite right as you stagger after him. “What? You can’t just stop there!”

Hvitserk turns back, one eyebrow raised. “Well if you’re looking to get arrested…” he jingles the metal handcuffs at his belt, and you both grin.

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[normatural]

Little Bird

PROLOGUE

Characters | Ivar the Boneless, Ubbe Ragnarsson, Hvitserk, Lagertha the Shieldmaiden, Bjorn Ironside, Floki the Boatbuilder, Harald Finehair, Eira the Witch (OC).

Warnings | none on this chapter

A/N | This story is originally posted on Wattpad so all the new chapters will be updated there. The link to the story will be at the end of this post, after the tags.

Standing in lands she thought she would never see again, Eira watched as the people started to fill the vast place in the coast. All of them coming to say goodbye to their dear friend, one of the men who made the viking's dreams come true.

Hvitserk was by her side, his arm engulfing her smaller and trembling body in a side hug. The other ragnarssons were also there trying to hold tongues to don't let the questions about her father's fate slip. They could tell, by how quietly she has been acting the last few days, that the young woman had seen something. Something she didn't like.

"Don't cry, sweet child" Floki said, wiping the tears she didn't notice fall from her tired red eyes.

Eira had seen things, terrible ones, not only about him but all those she loved.

The darkness was coming and it felt like she was already sinking into it.

"Then don't leave me, father" her voice was weak as she pleaded, letting go from Hvitserk to hug the man in front of her. There would always be a goodbye and she wasn't sure if she could take it anymore. First her true parents, then her viking mother. Little by little, she was losing someone. This moment never crossed her mind, feeling all this sadness for one of them, one of the people who killed her family and people in cold blood.

Screams burned in her throat, desperate to be freed and warn him to don't enter the boat, to stay on known lands, but the invisible hands of the Gods silenced the voices. That was his fate, written by the mighty ones.. that was his end.

The he turned to Ivar, patting his head. The young man was the first one to know about his departure and it broke not only hers, but his heart as well. Despiste that, Ivar promised to take care of the girl he knew for a long time, knowing the terrible things that could happen if the wrong people reached her, and after all, Eira was family and there's no way Ivar would let Floki down, not after all the things he did for the younger ragnarsson.

"Don't forget what you promised me, cripple" the look on his eyes become serious as he divided his gaze between Eira and Ivar, who was sitting on the grass, trying to hold back more tears. There's no way the young prince would show weakness in front of people.

"I never broke a promise." Ivar said, watching Floki going away in the boat. Navigating to his death.

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[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Wicked Temptress

Title: Wicked Temptress Summary: You continue to assimilate into Kattegat, but in the back of your mind is still your plan- no matter how much you find yourself… enjoying Ivar's company. Warnings: Thoughts of murder (?) ; sexual tension Request: N/A

A/N: A Little Wicked Part 2! Sorry about the wait <3 I’ve had this in my drafts for ages and only finally edited it my bad lmao

Ivar Ragnarsson~Wicked Temptress

There had been this tension between you and Ivar for months now. Not that he minded. Ivar enjoyed the attention of a woman, and a gorgeous one at that. It made his ego swell that it seemed you paid no mind to his brothers, even when they were slobbering after you. There was a smugness about him after you had been around him, and people had started to notice… Particularly Hvitserk. Despite voicing his concerns, they went unheard by Ivar.

      “You are just jealous,” Ivar says, waving Hvitserk away, “Just envious of the fact I have the attention of a beautiful woman that you cannot have.”

      “Do you know anything about her? Ivar she is trouble.”

      “I know.”

      He did. And he liked it.

      “Leave it, Hvitserk,” Ivar insists, “Y/N is not a concern of mine like that…”

      Hvitserk huffs but leaves it alone. He mumbles under his breath when he leaves the room- something about when Ivar gets betrayed, he warned him.

      You didn’t like Hvitserk- he was far too suspicious of you, not to mention he was actually… likeable. This is not what you wanted the enemy to be. Ivar- Ivar was still loathsome as he had shown his ruthless and bloodthirsty side… But Hvitserk seemed almost harmless. He wasn’t, of course, he was still a Viking warrior and heathen, and therefore dangerous but in another life you could’ve liked him maybe even got along with him.

      You sighed. Things had gotten complicated. Ivar was meant to be dead now according to your plan and yet his blood was still in his veins and his heart was still beating. You hadn’t had the opportunity to stab him yet. He’d gotten too impatient so you’d already given him his dagger and now you were being forced to think of a new strategy.

      You looked down at the letter in your lap. It was from your old alley back in England: King Alfred. You had become almost friends over your concern and hatred for the heathens. Of course, you hadn’t spoken to him in a long time and you doubt he remembers you. He was just a Prince when you were companions and now he was a King. Surely he had forgotten all about you…

      But then again maybe he hadn’t. And maybe he could help.

      You heard a noise behind you and squirrelled away the letter among your belongings. You pretend to be looking through your jewellery box when the noise becomes clearer- it was footsteps. And the familiar flank of a stick. It was Ivar paying you a visit.

      Upon his entrance to your home, you slowly turn around.

      “King Ivar,” you greet, “To what to I owe this pleasure?”

      “I wanted to see my favourite blacksmith,” he tells you, sitting down on a chair beside your dining table.

      “You have another request for me?”

      “Yes, of sorts,” he replies cryptically.

      Your stomach twists into knots. What did he want? Had you been found out? You try not to act nervous, and it is lucky that Ivar is so distracted by his grand request that he is not reading your body language.

      “What… what is it?”

      “Come closer to me, Y/N,” he commands and you do so, moving across the room towards him.

      One of his hands grabs one of yours. You furrow your brows- this is not the reaction you expected.

      “My request is that you join me. Tonight. I am having a feast and I request that you sit beside me.”

      “Ivar…”

      “My little wicked temptress is speechless,” he murmurs, “This is a first.”

      You expected it to be easy to get close to the Ragnarssons- but not like this. Your plan had never involved getting this close. Intimate? Maybe. But to actually sit with one, beside him as an equal? It made your heart tremor.

      “Yes,” you accept, “I will sit with you.”

      “Good-“

      “-On one condition.”

      “Anything,” Ivar purrs, pulling you closer to him, “Name your price.”

      You place yourself in Ivar’s lap and he happily wraps his arms around you. Gently, you play with his hair. Sharply, you tug at his hair, bringing his ear down next to your mouth. Despite being a fearsome warrior and King, you had noticed that Ivar quite enjoyed it when you took control like this. And, you were determined to use it to your advantage.

      “Tonight, in front of all your guests, let me sit on your lap. On your thrown,” you whisper, your grip still tight.

      Slowly, you relax your hand and return to toying with his hair.

      “I would like nothing more,” he replies.

      You smile at him, satisfied. Carefully, you go to get off of his lap but his hands clasp around you and prevent you from moving.

      “Do you not have a thank you present for your King?” Ivar asks.

      “H-how could I forget?” you say trying to regain composure.

      Ivar leans up and kisses you. His lips melt into yours and you almost forget that you’re meant to hate this heathen. You pull away, and draw down his face, your fingers gently brushing over his plump lips. He playfully goes to nip at it.

      “Until tonight, my King.”

      Tonight would be the perfect night: the perfect night to end his life.

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[lordavanti]

Christmas Drabble I

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader Modern AU

Requested by: @supervalcsi Request: Hvitserk tricking the reader to meet under a mistletoe ❤ Words: 1620

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Last minute plans were hell, certainly on Christmas eve. Your parents didn’t got home in time for the big Christmas eve dinner so they asked you to do the start up some dinner preparations with the hopes they would make it, what meant you needed to go in this snow to the store first. Hvitserk leaned against the kitchen counter, eating cereals while he followed you with your eyes. ‘Babe, they won’t make it with this bad weather, some plains don’t even fly.’ He said. You looked up from the ingredients on the list to where he stood eating. ‘What if they come and I don’t have a thing to offer?’ You signed in despair. He placed the bowl aside and walked over to you. ‘What if, I ask my brothers that we can go celebrate with them? If your parents make it they would happy to have them.’ ‘Ivar won’t.’ ‘It’s not up to Ivar.’ Hvitserk smiled, sneaking his hands around your waist. You took a deep breath, snuggling your head against his chest. ‘Fine.’ You muttered. ‘The only thing you have to do is get a presents and prepare something small.’ He muttered against your hair. You pulled back and looked up to him, smiling softly to him. ‘Savior.’ ‘Hardly, but I need to work otherwise I would drive you around. Be safe on the road.’ He said, kissing your nose. You patted his chest and pulled back, looking how he pulled his jacket on, pushing an apple between his teeth. ‘Don’t be to late.’ You warned him. He looked over his shoulder, that charming smile brightening your stressful morning. Your parents couldn’t make it, which meant you would have Christmas eve with the Lothbrok sons, first time for everything right? You were little more then six months together with Hvitserk and it still felt like it was yesterday that he kissed you for the first time. You bought some small gifts, mostly alcohol, and something to make a small dish to not show up empty handed. You walked back into the apartment when you noticed the wooden box on the table, it had a red bow around it. You frowned, putting down your bags before walking to the table. The box had a number lock and there was a note laying down before it. You recognized Hvitserk his handwriting immediately. You read it out loud, like you usual do. - ‘Y/n, when you read this you are back from shopping and you are home safely. In this box waits a present for you. But knowing me you don’t get it for free, you need to crack the lock first. On the town square there is that giant Christmas tree, in one of the balls is the code you need. Good luck … btw, still love you.’ - You lowered the note and looked back to the box for a second. You bite your lip and suppressed a major smile as you took the box, feeling it’s heaviness. It wasn’t all that heavy so you grabbed your jacket and raced outside. You couldn’t ignore the exciting feeling in your stomach as you carefully walked through all the snow towards town square. It wasn’t a long walk but when you saw the Christmas tree with all his balls you swallowed slightly. They were all red and silver, major bows and a silver spike on top. You squeezed your eyes together against the snow and scouted the tree for something abnormal. It took you around ten minutes, walking around that tree before you noticed a golden ball hanging just hanging out of reach. You started looking around for something to stand on and found a man ceiling small gifts with crates. ‘Can I borrow this for a sec?’ You asked, not waiting for his permission as you took it and run back to the tree. ‘Hey lady!’ He yelled behind you. You jumped on it and grabbed the golden ball. You jumped back of and studied the ball, seeing how you could open it. There was a note inside, with one number on top. You started reading again. - ‘You really thought it would be so easy? This is the first number to the lock. The rest is at your apartment, somewhere hidden. Don’t roll your eyes and just admit you are having fun.’ - You stopped reading and rolled your eyes, chuckling because he was right, this was fun. Home you looked around to something out of the ordinary. But everything was perfect on place. You started pulling everything open and upside down but still you found nothing. So you took a warm chocolate and sat down, staring down to the wooden box while thinking of good hiding spots. Hvitserk came often over and the only thing he really did in all that time was mostly eating. ‘Food.’ You muttered, looking over to the fridge before you jumped up, smiling like an idiot by the thought. You had a secret hiding place for your sweets, because he eat them always. You walked into the bedroom and flattened yourself on the ground, grabbing the little box hidden behind a bigger one. You opened it and noticed empty chocolate bars and a note. - ‘You really thought I wouldn’t know this hiding spot? I loved the chocolate, and the candy, thanks babe. The third and fourth number are together, promise. But for that you to look through the last thing we did together. Hope you can count.’ – Last thing you did together. You pushed up, looking confused down to the note … looking through the last thing you did together. You saw each other yesterday for dinner but how could you look through that. You walked back to the table with the box, sitting down while gazing at the note, thinking about whatever he was referring to. You didn’t saw him much this week except for last weekend, the ice skating … ice skating. You slowly looked over to your laptop. He send you a video last week, you falling more then once and him laughing at you. You opened the file and looked at it but there was nothing that stated the last two numbers to the code. You repeated it, counting the times he filmed your fall, four times. Your eyes went to the lock on the box, watching that video again, with sound. “If you fall two more times I’m gonna make you follow lessons.” He had laughed at you, grabbing your hands to help you around. You never ice skated before so maybe you really should take those lessons. ‘Four and two.’ You muttered, pushing your laptop aside to grab the box. You gave the first two numbers in and then the numbers out of the video but it didn’t open. You switched the two last number and squealed when it unlocked. You were so exciting, removing the lock and opening the box, only to find a key and another note. ‘Hvitserk.’ You cursed for yourself, this wasn’t a present. You opened the note and signed when you saw his handwriting again. - ‘Congratulations Y/n! This key is to a box you will find on the first place we met.”- that was it. You grabbed your phone and called him, but it went straight to voicemail. If he was planning on doing this all day you would kill him for all his brothers to see. Still, you grabbed your coat again and walked out, exactly knowing where to go. You and Hvitserk met each other over food. Every morning you grabbed a coffee and pastry out your favorite bakery, that day it was one with white powder on top of it. Walking around the corner you walked right into him, in some weird way he could safe the coffee from burning you as it felt on the ground. But the pastry, it left a white mark all over your black coat. It was a funny way of meeting and you smiled because of the memory. He bought you a new coffee that day and it was the begin of everything. When you arrived on that exact corner it didn’t took long before he walked out of the bakery, with that coffee and exact same pastry. ‘Hvitserk.’ You sounded judging. He smiled his innocents and handed you the coffee. You showed him the key. ‘It’s to my place.’ He nodded. You frowned your eyebrows, you already had a key to his place, which you loved by the way. In all your excitement you didn’t even recognize the key, but you had a lot of keys so … ‘You gonna say I went through all that trouble just to have a second key to your place?’ You asked him confused. ‘No, I want you to move in.’ He explained. Your jaw dropped, looking up from the key to his deadly serious face. ‘For real?’ You asked stunned. ‘I love you, why not. Please say yes.’ He sounded a little insecure on the end and you shook your head, as if you had to wake up out of a dream. ‘Yes! Offcourse yes.’ You nodded, smiling up to him. ‘Why are you even doubt that.’ ‘Well, you know me.’ He smiled. You wrapped your arm with the coffee carefully over his shoulders. ‘All this trouble for this question?’ ‘No, I went through all this trouble for this.’ He pointed up. You looked up only to see a mistletoe hanging. ‘To trick you under the mistletoe.’ He smiled. You looked back to him, biting your lip. ‘I love you.’ You confessed. He pressed his lips against yours and for that you kissed him the first time … in the snow … under the mistletoe.

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[disasterofastory]

Keep me warm (Hvitserk x Reader)

Keep me warm Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: smut

Hvitserk and Reader have to stay in a hut deep in the woods for the night.

You didn’t imagine your weekend like this; trapped in a small hut in the middle of a snowstorm without fire. Old candles give you some light in the small, dusty room as you try to find every cover and blanket for tonight. You can hear the wind outside, but the windows are useless at this point. You can’t see anything from the snow in the dark. Of course, you can complain about the circumstances, but you are lucky you even find this cabin to escape from the harsh weather.

And at least you are not alone, however, you are not sure it’s really luck or a curse.

“I’m sorry,” Hvitserk says after a while. His voice sounds guilty and sad. He wanted a pleasant few days with you far away from his family prying eyes.

“Don’t,” you sigh softly, squeezing his arm. “We are still far from your family,” you joke, and he smiles at your words.

You and Hvitserk are best friends since childhood. You grew up with him and his brothers, but as they started to practices for battles and raids, you started working at your parents’ bakery shop. The delicious baked goods helped you to keep Hvitserk close, but it still wasn’t the same. And the blond-haired boy felt that too. So he came up with the idea to escape from the village for a few days to enjoy each other’s company.

“At least we still have food,” he says, sitting down on the bed, patting the covers next to him.

You laugh at his enthusiastic voice as you sit beside him, watching his hands, opening the package. You have dinner with ale while you talk about your days. He boasts about his development in sword fights, and you tell him about your experiences at the shop. At first, you feel awkward. Your tales are much more boring, compared to Hvitserk’s, but the boy looks at you with awe and happiness. He listens to your every word and asks you about things. About boys, for example.

“Nothing,” you shrug. “I had a fling with the fisherman’s son, but it was just… a fling. What about you and the slave girl?”

“She is not a slave anymore,” he reminds you. “Not after he married to Ubbe.”

“Are you okay?” You ask him, setting aside your jealousy.

“Yes, it was just sex,” he replies, drinking from the flask. “But their marriage reminded me of something.”

“Reminded you of what?”

“Marriage,” he answers, looking up at your eyes. “Maybe it’s time for me to settle down too.”

“Really?” You can’t help but smile. The Hvitserk, you know, runs from woman to woman and doesn’t think about the future.

“Yes. It would be good to have a wife before I sail away, so I can come home to somebody. Maybe kids.”

“Oh, Gods,” you laugh, but not at him, and he knows that too. “We really talked a long time ago. I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“You are still the only one who knows me really,” he says with a small smile, his eyes shine with calmness and contentment.

The coldness gets worst as the night comes, and soon you find yourself in the bed with Hvitserk. You slept next to him before, but it still feels different. You are too aware of his body beside you, and you can’t keep yourself away from him because of his warmth. You needed every blanket and pelt you brought and found anyway.

Your whole body shakes as you try to snuggle deeper under the covers, and you can tell, Hvtiserk isn’t in better shape than you.

“We should get naked,” he says suddenly, and a small laugh burst out of you, hearing his suggestion. “I’m not joking,” he continues, but he smiles at your girlish giggles. “The body heat would keep us warm.”

“Hvitserk…” you start, unsure of your next words. He is right. You know he is right. “It won’t be awkward between us, right?”

“Of course not,” he says reassuringly. He winces at himself. Even the thought of you naked next to him gets him hard.

Without words, you start to undress under the blankets, and the Viking follows your lead. After a few seconds, you lay naked beside your friend’s also bare body. Your skin is hot, and every fiber in your body tells you to move closer to him. And while you try to get a grip on your emotions, he tries to suppress his erection.

You hum to break the awkward silence.

“We should sleep,” he says hoarsely. “If we are lucky, we can go home tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you nod. You don’t understand the disappointment you feel, hearing his words.

The sleep comes easier as you thought, considering everything. The warmth and Hvitserk’s safeness give you enough peace of mind to fall into the darkness. But the darkness doesn’t last long.

You wake up to an arm sneaking around you and a body pressing to your back. What gives you the real fright is a hardness against your waist.

“Hvitserk,” you whisper into the silence. “Hvitserk,” you try again, louder. He grunts, moving closer, and you squeal at the feeling. His hand moves up on your body, but you grab his fingers before he can grab something else.

“Hvitserk!” You whisper-yell this time, and it wakes him up. He freezes at first, sensing the position you two are in, and after the recognition, he almost jumps out of the bed.

“I’m so sorry,” he says.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, turning round to see his dark silhouette. You don’t even know why you asked this. You felt not a minute ago he is just fine. In more ways than one.

“Are YOU okay?” He asks back. “I didn’t want to make you feel awkward.”

“You… you didn’t,” you answer. Your voice is unsure but mostly because of his reaction.

You feel his gaze on you, however, you can’t see his eyes under the darkness.

“You mean what I think you mean?” He asks after a while, breaking the tense silence between you.

“I hope so,” you whisper.

When he gets closer, you can see his eyes and parted lips before he kisses you while you still lean on your elbows. His hand goes to your neck, keeping you close to him as he starts to play with your tongue.

As the kiss gets heavier, he lays you down to move above you, pulling the covers with him to keep you warm beside his lying body on you. Your breasts pressed to his chest while his cock pulsating against your hipbone. You spread your legs for him, and he snuggles between your thighs without breaking the kiss.

One of his hands goes between your bodies to grab your breast, playing with the soft flesh as his lips go down on your neck. His warm breath fans against your skin, pecking you repeatedly.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “If we do this,” he continues before you can answer. “You will marry me, you will bear my kids.”

“Are you sure?” You ask him back breathlessly, hearing his serious words.

“You are the one for me, Y/N,” he replies.

“I’m sure,” you tell him after a few seconds. Your heart speeds up excitedly at the thought of a life with him.

Yes. You want it. All of it.

He kisses you again roughly, and you grab his shoulders to keep him close to you. His body is heated and hard against you, his hips start to move without his noticing.

You almost giggle at his reflex-like moves, and you reach down between you to grab his manhood. You pull at his soft skin a few times while he grunts into your collarbone at the feeling. You open your legs more, placing him just the right way before he pushes his hips once again.

He opens you up slowly and steadily, basking at the warmth and tightness around his cock and your softness under him. The coldness is long forgotten as you pant at each other. Your caress his skin everywhere you can reach while he supports himself next to your head to move faster and harder in and out of you.

“Cum in me,” you mewl into the darkness, placing your leg around his thin waist to keep him in you. Your wetness coats his cock when your muscles jump and vibrate from the pleasure. Your head falls back on the pillow as you moan his name, closing your eyes at the feeling. His lips find your neck as he stops his movements to stay in you, filling you up with his warm seed.

“If we are lucky enough, you will be with my child before we go home,” he pants with a smirk on his lips, kissing you again. “I just have to keep you full.”

“You are horrible,” you laugh at his brutish words, but your heart flutter at his intentions.

“Yes,” he agrees, pecking you again. “But I will be your husband.”

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Sworn Enemies PT4

PAIRING: Alfred X Reader

WORD COUNT: 4332...maybe more after editing.

WARNINGS: None.

SUMMARY: Y/N is surrounded by people who don't trust her, and people she doesn't trust. Alfred is forced to explain to his people why a Viking is living with him while Judith attempts to protect her son. Back in Norway, Ivar is forced to come to terms with the fact that he has driven his sister away.

A/N: Please reblog and leave comments, I love reading them 💛

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MASTERLIST | INSTA

“IVAR!”

Hvtiserk stormed through the doors of King Harald’s hall, only to find Ivar lying leisurely on a bench opposite Harald.

“Calm down, brother,” Ivar rolled his eyes as he used his hands to prop himself up, “What is it?”

Hvitserk looked at the table that sat between Harald and Ivar. It was littered with various foods; meats from duck to beef, potatoes, gravy, and all kinds of vegetables. Half of the food had already been eaten, which explained why Harald and Ivar were looking fatigued.

“You feast while our sister remains missing?” Hvitserk yelled, boring holes in both men.

“She’s not missing,” Ivar waved a hand dismissively and lay back again, “She’s probably sulking somewhere over her Saxon prince.”

“We haven’t seen her in over a month.”

“Vestfold is a large place. There are many places to hide.”

Hvitserk let out a sigh as he sat down, deciding to take a calmer approach towards his brother.

“Yes, it is,” he said, focusing his gaze on Ivar, “And we have searched every inch of it. She is not here.”

Ivar paused, his eyes widening ever so slightly. It was safe to say that he was surprised.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?” Hvitserk asked as he threw his hands in the air and stood up, “You act as if you don’t even care!”

He stared down Ivar with fury in his eyes. Ivar could see his hands shaking in anger, but he simply ignored it. It wasn’t true after all. No one cared about his sister more than he did. No one. 

                                                        ***

The Great Heathen Army was marching towards Wessex, but had stopped at Repton to feed and water the horses. Ivar sat in his chariot silently as his horse fed from the river. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd talking and laughing as their horses drank. Bjorn was deep in conversation with King Harald. Everyone had someone to talk to - everyone but him. 

More often than not, Ivar felt like an outcast amongst his brothers. He didn’t feel like a famed ‘Son of Ragnar’. More like a nobody. Someone who had to try harder for recognition. The only people who had made him feel loved were his  sister, and his mother. His mother had loved him more than anyone else in the world - and now she was dead.

Ivar clenched his fists as Lagertha’s face entered his mind. She was the reason why he was now alone. Perhaps that’s why he challenged his brothers at every turn, and why he was angry all the time. It wasn’t just because of his legs, it was the loneliness.

“Ivar,” he heard a soft voice come from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Y/N climbing onto his chariot. She stood beside him and rested her arm on his shoulder, “What are you thinking about?”

Ivar smiled and turned back to the river, “Our mother.”

She nodded as a small smile found its way onto her face. “I miss her too,” she whispered softly. Ivar turned around to look at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“You do?” he asked as she looked down at him.

“You sound surprised.”

“I assumed you shared our brothers’ feelings towards our mother’s death,” he spat as he remembered their indifference, “They don’t care.” 

Y/N shook her head as she turned to look at their laughing brothers. “I’m sure deep down they care,” she murmured, “Perhaps, just not enough.”

“Mother didn’t show any of us as much affection as she showed you,” she added as she turned back to Ivar who was looking straight ahead, “But I know she loved me. She made sure I learned how to protect myself and taught me how to read...She loved all of us.”

They were both silent for a long time. Eventually, the rest of the camp started getting ready to continue the journey. As Y/N turned to jump off the chariot and go to her horse, Ivar spoke up.

“I was thinking,” he began thoughtfully, “What if we changed our tactics during the battle?”

“What do you mean?” 

“The Saxons will be expecting us to fight in a certain way,” he continued, “If we came up with a new strategy, expanded the battlefield, they will be caught off guard.”

“Ivar, that’s...brilliant,” she said, “Have you told Bjorn?”

Ivar scoffed, “He won’t listen. He thinks I’m just a child.”

“Well, this is a chance to prove to him otherwise,” she said, encouraging him, “You may not have full physical strength, but you're very smart, Ivar. And your intelligence will serve us well. In this war and all wars to come.”

Ivar paused for a moment before nodding slowly.

                                                             *

When Bjorn finally found a suitable area for the army to make camp, Y/N descended from her horse and started helping the rest of the men unload the weapons and food from various wagons. Half-way through unloading one of the wagons, she spotted Bjorn climbing back on his horse with Ivar behind him on his chariot, ready to depart.

She walked up to Ivar and climbed onto his chariot.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going with Bjorn to take a look at tomorrow’s battlefield,” he said nonchalantly, then looked up at her with a smirk.

She let out a laugh and grabbed Ivar’s face in her hands. “I told you,” she smiled, “Listen to your sister and all will be well.” 

She ruffled his hair and jumped off the chariot, walking back to the wagon. Ivar smiled to himself as she walked away. 

Maybe he wasn’t alone after all.

                                                          ***

“I care,” Ivar said through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing as his hands balled into fists.

“I told you when one of our ships went missing,” Hvitserk continued angrily, “She’s GONE!” 

Ivar slammed his fist against the table, and suddenly, the room descended into eerie silence. The only sound that could be heard was Ivar and Hvitserk’s heavy breathing.

“Where could she be?” Ivar muttered to himself, a hint of worry in his voice.

“There is only one place I imagine your sister would go after your betrayal,” all eyes snapped to Harald who had finally spoken up, “Ubbe.”

“We didn’t betray her.”

“Oh, didn’t you?” Harald smirked as he raised an eyebrow and stuck a forkful of potatoes in his mouth.

“And Y/N would never side with Lagertha,” Hvitserk added, but Harald simply chuckled.

“Wouldn’t she?” Harald shook his head at the two younger boys. His own brother was siding against him in this war, why wouldn’t their sister?

                           __________________________

You leaned against a book shelf as you looked out of the window thoughtfully. It had been a week since you arrived in Wessex, and according to Alfred, his people were getting restless. Right now, one of Alfred’s advisor’s was cautioning him on how to proceed.

“The people are questioning why the King has a Viking living in his home,” the man, you hadn’t caught his name, said, “They need an explanation.”

“Then we won’t tell them that she’s Viking.”

“They already know that she is.” 

Alfred let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “And how did they find out?”

“Saxon guards have always had loose lips,” you spoke up from your corner as you picked some nonexistent dirt from under your nails. When you looked up, the Lord was looking at you incredulously, while Alfred had the hint of a smile on his face.

“Er, yes. The guards are responsible for leaking the information,” the man chose to ignore your comment as he turned back to Alfred, “The people are already uncertain about your capabilities as King, this will only sew more doubt.”

“And do you doubt my capabilities, Lord Durwyn?” Alfred’s eyes were threatening.

“No, no, Your Grace! Of course not!” the man said hurriedly. You almost laughed at the sudden fear in his eyes, and from the look on Alfred’s face, he was amused too.

“We’ll hold a meeting tomorrow to introduce Y/N to them,” Alfred sighed as he stood up from his chair, suddenly standing over the man, “Is that all?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Then you may leave,” Alfred raised a hand and the man immediately left the room. He placed a hand on his hip as he let out a heavy sigh and turned to you with a tired smile.

“My grandfather never told me that being King was so stressful,” he chuckled softly. You walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, his hands immediately resting on your hips.

“That’s because he had less than holy ways to relieve it,” you smiled up at him innocently. A blush tinted his cheeks as he chuckled softly and looked away from you.

“Alfred?”  

You immediately pulled away from Alfred when you saw Judith, his mother, enter from the door behind him.

“Mother? What is it?” 

She smiled and placed a hand on his arm, guiding him towards the door. “Lord Manton has some matters to discuss with you.”

“What matters?”

“He didn’t say,” she shook her head quickly. Alfred shrugged and left the room anyways, but not before throwing a quick smile at you over his shoulder.

As soon as the door closed shut, Judith turned to you with a forced smile, “Y/N. Good morning.”

You nodded, not knowing what to say to her.

“I hope you’re finding your stay here comfortable?” she asked, seemingly concerned, but there was something off about her tone.

“As comfortable as a Viking could be in this place,” you chuckled as you tugged at the dress you'd been given to wear, “The dresses are tighter than I would like. And the people...colder.”

“Well...If you’re not comfortable here, you can return home,” she said as she circled the table and walked closer to where you stood, “I’m sure Alfred would understand.”

You smiled thinly at her as Judith masked her true intentions with a smile, “I can assure you, Judith, I will be fine here. With Alfred.”

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. A frown made its way onto her face, and you knew that her real feelings were about to out.

“Alfred is my son,” she said through gritted teeth, “I will not stand idly by and watch as he is manipulated by a pagan with a pretty smile and whatever is under her dress.”

You tried to hold it in, but the laughter that escaped your lips was uncontrollable. It only served to leave Judith seething–of course, she maintained an outward appearance of composure.

“You will be happy to know that your son is a devout Christian and remains chaste,” you rolled your eyes at her, “As for your other accusations, I have no reason to manipulate Alfred. Believe it or not, I care about him. Not that I have to, or even care enough, to prove it to you.”

You stepped closer to her as you spoke and smiled. You were much taller, and you hoped it was intimidating.

“I admire the way you care about your son - it’s honourable - but I won’t be scared off so easily,” you said, “And I don’t know much about you Saxon women, but I don’t have to spread my legs to manipulate men.”

Her jaw clenched as she eyed you. You waited for her to say something, but as it became clear she had nothing to say, she frowned and stormed out of the room. 

You let out a sigh when she was gone and flopped down into the chair Alfred had previously been sitting in. You threw your legs over the arm of the chair and leaned back.

Judith’s concern over Alfred had gotten to you. She had every right to be worried about him; any sane person would be. It made you think about your mother. Would she have been concerned about your relationship with Alfred? Probably not. Although she loved you, the only person she ever really worried about was Ivar.

But there was always someone who worried about you. Your father, Ragnar. You smiled as you thought about him. You had so few memories of him, but every single one brought a warm feeling in your heart. He loved you more than anyone else in the world, and you always thought it was because of the other daughter he lost. He always told you that you reminded him of her–but much fiercer. And you were certain that until his dying breath, he had loved you the most.

                                                          ***

He was back.

After ten years, your father had finally returned. When you emerged from the crowd and saw him, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. He looked at all of your brothers before he stopped in front of you. His placed his hand against your cheek ever so softly before turning away from you and addressing the crowd. You froze in place. You never thought you would see him again. Everything that came out of his mouth was just white noise. The only thing you could focus on was the fact that he was here. 

Now here you were, hiding behind a tree as you watched him from a distance. He was sitting at the trunk of a tree, twiddling a stick in his hands. Your brothers had just left him there after refusing his offer to go with him to England. It wasn’t a secret that they were angry with him; you understood why. But for some reason, you weren’t.

Yes, you wondered why he left and why he stayed away so long...why he never even said goodbye. But you weren’t angry.

Slowly, you emerged from behind the tree and began walking towards him. His head snapped up at the sound of your footsteps and when his eyes landed on you, he shot to his feet in surprise.

You nervously approached him as his eyes seemed to avoid yours, but when you stopped in front of him, he finally looked at you. 

What was that in his eyes? Guilt? Shame? 

“Y/N,” he whispered in the quietest voice you had ever heard him use. You looked over him properly, your eyes scanning over his dirty clothes and beard. You wondered how long it had been since the last time he bathed. 

Despite the smell and any hidden resentment you still felt, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. As you buried your head into his chest, a sigh of relief escaped your lips and you shut your eyes. You squeezed him tighter when you felt his arms slowly hug you back and his chin rest on your head, making him chuckle. You knew the tears that had rolled down your cheeks were soaking through his shirt, but he didn’t complain.

Eventually you pulled away from him with a smile.

“You’ve grown,” he said proudly as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“And you...smell,” you scrunched up your nose and brushed his hands off you which made him laugh.

“Shut up,” he lightly punched your shoulder the way he used to do when you were a child. You both fell into a comfortable silence as you sat down at the trunk of the tree again; your head resting on his shoulder.

“Why did you leave?” you asked after a short while, your hands playing with blades of grass.

He let out a heavy sigh and looked up at the sky, “I had my reasons.” 

You nodded, knowing that he wouldn’t elaborate further than that.

“Why did you come back?”

“To see what has become of my sons. And you.”

“And now you want them to go with you to England?”

He nodded as a look of disappointment crossed his face, “They don’t want to come.”

You dusted off your hands and looked up at Ragnar, “They’re just angry.”

He turned to look at you with a raised brow. “Are you angry?” he asked. His smile was teasing, but it was clear he was holding his breath for your answer.

You didn’t have to think about it.

“No.” You shrugged your shoulders and sat up to look at him properly, “And I want to go with you.”

Ragnar did a double take before frowning at you, “Go with me where?”

“To England, of course.”

“No.” He said it like it was a done deal and attempted to brush the subject away.

“No?”

“No.” He looked to you with stern eyes, “I will not put you in harm’s way.”

“Father, I’m not a child anymore,” you said, getting increasingly annoyed, “Mother put away her pride and let Lagertha train me. I can fight. I can protect myself, I-”

“I don’t care!” The loud sound of his voice startled you into silence. He focused his gaze on you, eyes serious, and his voice firm, “It is too dangerous.” 

You frowned and turned away from him, folding your arms across your chest.

“You are my only daughter–my heart,” he whispered softly, “I don’t care that you are strong, I would never risk your life.”

You let out a heavy sigh and moved back to his side in defeat, your head resting on his shoulder again as he wrapped an arm around you.

Ragnar was never one to express his feelings very often. He had only told you that he loved you once, when you were young. But he showed you and told you in many other ways since then.

This was the last time he ever did.

                                                             ***

“This is Y/N Ragnarsdottr. A friend and ally of the Crown.”

You stood beside Alfred who sat on his throne addressing his court. You didn’t recognise any of the faces, but from what Alfred had told you earlier, they were Dukes, Lords and a few common people. And from the looks on their faces, they weren’t happy with what they were hearing.

“‘Friend’? ‘Ally’? How could you use these words to describe a pagan? A heathen?” one of the Dukes said and you rolled your eyes in response. 

“She is Ragnar Lothbrok’s daughter. She has taken Saxon lives along with her heathen brothers,” another continued from where the previous stopped, “You can’t trust her.”

“She could be a spy,” this time, it was one of the common folk, “Just waiting for her brothers to return so they can bring more hell and carnage to our lands!”

You let out a scoff as you stared the men down.

“Am I allowed to speak?” you finally said. Alfred looked up at you and nodded, granting you permission.

“I would like to say one thing,” you began as you stepped forward, “I have been alone with your King more times than I count. I saved his life at the Battle of York, when your men couldn’t,” a smirk formed on your lips, “If I wanted him dead - I assure you, he would’ve been dead a long time ago.”

You watched the various reactions that crossed their faces–from fearful, to horrified.

“That is all.” You stepped back when you finished and nodded to Alfred, who was struggling to fight off a smile.

“Your concerns do not fall on deaf ears,” Alfred reassured them, “But I trust Y/N, and it is with this trust that we can find a way to end the war with the Vikings. We were at this point, years ago when my grandfather, and her father tried to call a truce. That allyship failed due to a lack of trust.”

He paused in an effort to allow his words to connect with the people, “I won’t be making that same mistake.”

There was silence in the room as everyone mulled over what he said, but then someone broke it.

“With all due respect, Your Grace,” one man foolishly began as he stepped forward, “Why would she help us? Why would she leave her brothers to come here?”

Alfred faltered for a second, and you noticed. He didn’t have an answer to that

“Are you questioning the decisions of your King, because that is who I am; your King,” again, you saw that side to Alfred, the aggressive side shrouded in a composure–just like his mother, “In case you’ve forgotten.”

“Absolutely not, Your Grace, I-”

“Good.” Alfred cut him off as he stood up, “Then we’re done here.” He turned to you and nodded, signalling for you both to leave the room.

That went well.

                           __________________________

Later that night, you found yourself knocking softly on Alfred’s door. Judith had made sure that your room was on a completely different wing to Alfred’s, so it was quite a walk to get there.

He opened the door slowly, looking confused when his eyes landed on you. 

“I’m sorry, were you sleeping?” you asked when he rubbed his eyes.

“No, no,” he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door wider, “Come in.”

You entered, the door closing shut behind you, and walked towards the bed to sit down.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you began as he sat beside you, his body angled towards you.

“What about?” 

“After what happened today, I’ve been thinking,” you said, playing with your fingers nervously, “Maybe I should go back home.”

“What?” Alfred suddenly seemed more alert, “Why?”

“I saw the way your people reacted when you spoke to them,” you explained, “I don’t want them disrespecting you as King because of me. I think things would be easier if I came back when they were more comfortable with you as their leader.”

“I was only crowned two months ago,” Alfred said as he took your hands in his, “Those men will question every decision I make for the next six months. I don’t know how things work with your people, but here, people don’t shift their loyalties so easily.”

“Understandable.”

“You already know I want you to stay,” he whispered, “It’s only a matter of if you want to.”

You let out a heavy sigh and shrugged, “As long as I am not causing you any trouble.” 

Alfred cracked a smile and took your hand in his, but your face fell when you remembered what happened at court. You didn’t want to keep anything from him, including the reason why you left your brothers behind.

You let out a sigh and frowned, “I saw the way you reacted when that man questioned why I would leave my brothers for you.” 

Alfred said nothing, but his silence spoke many words.

“You never answered his question,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“He didn’t deserve answer.”

“No, he didn’t,” you smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, “But you do.”

“When Ivar found out about...us, he imprisoned me and swore to kill you.” You paused to let the information sink in, “After the battle, he forced me to return to Norway and refused to tell me whether you’d lived or died. He tormented me with your fate and Hvitserk just did as Ivar wished.”

Alfred remained quiet as he paid attention to what you were saying. You let out a sigh as you continued. “He would have tormented me for as long as I lived. He didn’t care that it was hurting me, just that I was punished,” you said through gritted teeth, “That was when I knew...They don’t love me as much as I love them. So why should they have my loyalty?” 

Alfred let out a sigh and wiped away a tear that had rolled down your cheek. “I’m glad you came here, but I’m sorry it’s because you fell out with your brothers,” he said, “And thank you for telling me.”

“If I’m going to stay here with you, I don’t want there to be any secrets between us,” you smiled as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug – completely unaware that in that moment, Alfred was consumed with guilt.

                           __________________________

Bjorn had loved his sister more than anything, and her loss was one of the most painful things he had ever experienced. So when you were born, he felt the responsibility of protecting you. You weren’t like the rest of your brothers, and thank the Gods, he thought, you weren’t like your mother. You were kind and caring. You weren’t arrogant, but loving. Just like Gyda, but much fiercer.

He cared about you, which is why when he met his brothers Ivar and Hvitserk again, on the battlefield, his first thought was of you.

“Where is our sister?” he asked when they rode up on their horses. Neither he nor Ubbe could see you at the front lines and you hadn’t rode up with Hvitserk and Ivar to meet them. In all honesty, he was relieved to see you weren’t there. He didn’t want to have to hurt you over a stupid war that shouldn’t even be happening.

Hvitserk and Ivar turned to look at each other, then back at Ubbe and Bjorn who glanced at each other. Their brothers were acting strange, and it was glaringly obvious.

“We thought she was with you,” Hvitserk asked as Ivar jutted out his chin proudly to mask his guilt.

“Why would you think that?” Ubbe’s eyes narrowed at Hvitserk in confusion. 

But Bjorn knew exactly what was going on. His hands tightened on his horse’s reigns until his knuckles turned white. His nose flared and his left eye twitched as he tried to control his anger.

“What have you done, Ivar?”

***

This a repost of Sworn Enemies because my old blog got deleted. There’s a few changes, but it’s mainly the same.

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Wings. (2/3)

Pairing: Ivar Ragnarson x Reader.

Warning: Language, family dramas, smut.  

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Word Count: 6,800.

Note: So, this is a pure creation out of my head so please have in mind none of the real world stories applies here (as the show Vikings which they made some big changes on it). I know Ireland had been invaded by St. Patrick and other Christian missionaries in the early and mid-fifth century and Christianity began to suppress the Celtic’s religion in a process. And that around 800 AD Vikings made invasions which brought chaos to their culture, but the Irish managed to prove itself strong and survive and assimilate the invaders. So none of this is related to the real story, so please do not come to yell at me saying I’m wrong or something like that.

Seven Sunsets After.

When the ships got on the coast, they attacked the villages nearby. A message was sent to the King and he sent some soldiers to fight against the pagans, the Christians was easily defeated and the King asked to speak with the Viking’s leader. Sven told their messenger that the King himself needed to come to the camp because he knew how kings think and being inside a huge castle would be easily a trap.

The king did so and rode off on his horse to the camp, he was accompanied by someone who looked like an old bishop and four soldiers. 

The king entered the tent where a big table was placed, in the chair was sat Ivar, Ubbe, Y/N, Siggurd, Sven, and Bjørn. Hvitserk and Floki were standing up watching the Christians movements. Y/N had said to her warriors to be prepared in case the King wanted to attack them, the huge army was separated in areas and each one would trade hours of sleep to make sure the place was being watched fully. Avoiding any surprise attack.

Sven talked about his wish to the lands. The king said it wasn’t possible and he wouldn’t allow Vikings on his lands, his country had fought Vikings and overcame them before, it wasn't on his reign that it would happen. Y/N started to talk with the king who wasn’t much pleased to listen to a woman that was in charge, his face was covered in annoyance. Sigurd was holding one axe and his fingers itching to kill all of them.

The king said that he wouldn’t allow any of their wishes and if they didn’t leave his lands a big slaughter would happen with the Vikings. Then one of the soldiers looked at Y/N up and down and whispered something to the bishop, the bishop whispered the message into the king’s ear who looked at the woman more closely suddenly, Y/N wanted to swing her sword in his throat, how dare he look at her in the way he was?

Ubbe saw the awkward glances and asked what he was looking at, then the king turned his attention to Sven since he was male and the older there. He said that he had a young cousin who won a few pieces of lands and if Y/N converted to Christianity he could arrange a marriage and then the lands would be half hers and to her people. 

Y/N scoffed and said something to him, but the king ignored her, completely.

Until she stood up, grabbed her sword and moved it close to him pointed it at his throat, the Christian soldiers grabbed their weapon and prepared it, but all the men in the room were armed and prepared to fight as well. 

She asked if he had any idea of who she was, and told him she wasn’t a whore nor a slave to be sold especially for a minuscule amount of land. He sucked his mouth trying to clean his throat which made his Adam’s apple move and he felt the cold metal against it. 

Y/N retrieved and sat on the chair again, everyone calmed down and the king said it was a shame and walked away. 

Sven said they would kill all of his people if he didn’t solve this, the king stopped his tracks and wondered, having his people killed wouldn’t be so good for his reputation. Then he said that in two days after that night they would go in a battle.

                                           ...

Ivar was thinking about the strategies and discussing them with his brothers, Sven, and Floki. Y/N entered the room and sat front of Ivar. “I have a few ideas.” She said and filled the empty cup it has above the table with ale, which all of them were drinking the same.

Ivar rolled his eyes. “We are talking about strategies.”

She gulped her drink and nodded. “I know that, and I have a few ideas that can be more than victorious in the field.“

“What you have in mind?” Bjørn asked.

Ivar didn’t like to have someone else messing with his strategies, after all, it was his ideas that had made his brothers prosperous, brute force works but only with a good battle strategy that it can grow triumphant. “We can not use foolish tricks, they are smart, another Vikings came here before and we lost. That one needs to be successful.” He said and drank the ale on his cup.

“Exactly.” She answered and grabbed the piece of map Ivar was so meticulously analyzing. He lowered his eyebrows angry at her action. “Their army is huge, and they know the place surely better than us. My idea is, we split our army in three.” She said and pointed her finger at the green part of the map.

Ubbe nodded and followed her line of thought. “Three?”

“Maybe more our army is big enough. And in that way, we can make them suppose we’re outnumbered, which won’t be the case so we can attack from here,” She pointed in the river part, “Here,” Now the mountain end. “And here.” In the middle of the field.

Sigurd liked the plan. “And since their king hadn’t seen all of our men when he came they will truly believe they will win.” He said smiling.

Bjørn smiled and started to think about the victorious that its yet to come. “So we better go there and study the place, how we’ll split our army?”

Ivar opened his mouth but Hvitserk cut his brother. “It’s better to mix them or let them in the normal formation, like Sven’s, Our’s and Y/N’s ?”

“I wonder about that! Our people are great warriors and surely they had come from different places which make them fight with a different talent. But they are Vikings and won’t take orders from a foreign leader, I’m afraid we will mix them and they will fight among each other, and one of us will be far so we won’t be able to put them in line.” She answered with deep attention.

Ivar chuckled. “Not if you’re weak;” Sigurd stared his brother’s rudeness. “Don’t look at me in that way brother, we need to get a strong battle. I agree with you,” He looked at her. “But we need to make them understand this is important for them too. My army,” Bjørn looked at him; “Our army will gladly fight aside yours and Sven’s. You two should do the same.” Ubbe agreed with his brothers.

She looked at Sven and nodded. “Okay I think we can manage that, the question is when we win, what we will do with the king?”

Hvitserk smiled at her mention. He as his brothers hated how the king had avoided her existence in the night prior. “It’s yours.” He answered.

Ivar grabbed the map of her hand somewhat forcibly. “As I was saying, they have a different type of grass, I think its possible to dig a hole and put someone inside, so it would be a fun surprise to scare them, I imagine their voices screaming ‘the heathens are getting out of hell’.” Ivar let a maniacal laugh at the image.

Hvtiserk smiled at the thought as well. “It would be something really fun to witness.” He answered and gave his drink a few gulps.

The boys and Y/N discussed a few ideas further and split to look out in the area. There Y/N and Ivar made plans about the battle.

And even if unconsciously, Ivar didn’t want to let her ‘mess’ with his strategies but somehow her ideas fitted perfectly with his own. He was so used to speak his ideas and his brothers or Floki say it’s too risky and even madness but she listened and added her ideas which surprisingly for Ivar it made the whole plan bigger and stronger.

                                                  …

Ivar was outside in the wetter weather, Sven has a personal tattoo artist since Sven himself added a tattoo to each victory he has, which made the man fully with drawings and symbols. Ivar had asked the man to add a symbol to his big back tattoo. 

The man was doing his work and Ivar was grabbing the wooden table in front of him to somehow make the pain more bearable. His back was covered in dark blue ink and blood. The man was using dark blue ink that he had created using wood ash as the dyeing agent.

Bjørn was so far enjoying his alliance. He was at in a quiet place close by the waterfall and was pondering about the next battle, he was certain it could be winning but like the attack in Francia he and his people had made years ago they had also thought it would be successful, but it wasn’t. He was praying silently to Alftaher asking bravery and wisdom for the following day; He was worried about Ivar and about the Irish skills, he had never fought an Irish before and if the Mediterranian travel taught him something it was to no take things for granted.

Y/N was savoring her conversation with Halfdan, the tattoed man was wise and had the best travel stories to tell, she was sat with him and Sigurd and both listened closely by Halfdan’s tales. Y/N was truly amazed by all the adventures he had seen and she made him swore if he and Bjørn got back to the Mediterranean, they would take her too.

He told about his brother and a saddens made its place on his tattoed face. “What happened?” Y/N asked, Sigurd already knew but he allowed Halfdan to answer.

Halfdan took a deep breath. “He let his desire eat him alive, he wanted to become the most powerful man in the world and with that he made everything to get that power, unfortunately, he died because of it. But he was a great warrior I’m certain you would have loved to meet him.”

Y/N nodded and gave his forearm a squeeze. “I’m sure you two will meet again in Valhalla.” She said in a sweet yet firm tone.

Sigurd nodded and Halfdan smiled. “Maybe I will be there sooner than we expect.” He referred to the following day on which the battle would happen.

“No, I’m sure you Halfdan Finehair will have great more adventures and even more tales to tell in the future.” She smiled and he appreciated her gesture, he loved Harald and will always do, he can be close to the Ragnarsons now, but he will always be a piece of his brother. And allowing himself to talk about him made him feel good about himself and the choices he had made.

After several more talk, Floki and Ubbe joined the table and all of them laughed and got to know each other even better. A few hours Y/N excused herself and said she needed to speak with the gods, she walked to the patch searching a calm place and enjoyed the odd feeling she always had before a big battle.

                                …

Siggurd, Ubbe and Hvitserk sensed Ivar’s absence and questioned where their younger brother might be. They asked here and there and found the young Ragnarson being tattoed.

“We were talking about the battle, you should be there.” Hvtiserk said, Ivar opened his lips but was at the exact moment the artist hammered the wood on his back, Ivar swung his hand letting the tattoo ‘artist’ leave him alone with his brothers.

He engulfed a breath and tried to make the sting feeling on his back less agonizing. “You all looked very satisfied with Y/N and her ideas.”

Hvitserk smiled. “Come on brother, you loved her ideas, I even saw you smiling back at the field.” He teased.

Sigurd laughed and Ivar didn’t like the teasing, he had liked the ideas, it didn’t mean he liked the person whose ideas came from. “Differently from you fools and every other man around here I’m not letting her enchant me.”

“What?” Ubbe asked. “We are not enchanted over her, she is not a witch.” Ivar hodded his eyes, Hvitserk didn’t know why his brother was doing such a fuzz about Y/N or her ideas.

“Is this because we listen to her insane strategies and we don’t listen to your very well?” Hvitserk asked.

He shook his head in agreement. “Maybe, or perhaps I know you all just listen to her because she is good-looking.”

Ubbe darted his eyes at his brothers. “So you are saying Floki likes her too?”

Ivar rolled his eyes, “Of course not Ubbe, but you know Floki loves to battle.”

Sigurd shrugged his shoulders. “Then why not we can love it too?”

“Oh yes Sigurd, because is that the exact reason you’re mopping around when she laughed at your wedding offer.” He said and Sigurd wanted to argue but Hvtiserk stopped him; “She is planning all of this, she will surely make us out of fools and take the lands.”

Ubbe let a sigh and rubbed his face. “Ivar you are acting like an idiot, Y/N is seeking to make the battle strategy better. She surely had accomplished a lot of others.” Ubbe said.

Ivar sucked his teeth. “Exactly, she had won a lot but something tells me she does that.” Ivar shook his head in deep thoughts, he tried to find a way to explain her power to his brothers. “Something tells me she does that, she will use our alliance and then will take our achievement and add to her list leaving me and all of us out of the new land.”

Sigurd chuckled. “Come on Boneless, just because she was nice to you it didn’t mean she is using you to make her reign stronger.” He told his brother but couldn’t believe his own words. “Wait, did I said that?” He joked.

Ubbe laughed and propped on his knees, knowing that it is better to discuss with Ivar at his eyes level. “Sven trusts her, they have an alliance for some time now. We can trust her too.”

“You are seeing things, I trust her, truly,” Hvitserk stated. “If my opinion matters nothing to you, you can think about Floki, you know how he is with people that will certainly betray us, but he loved Y/N and he truly believes she will help us become the most victorious Vikings the earth had ever had.” He said.

“I agree,” Ubbe said and Ivar darted his eyes to his older brother. “And what Sigurd said is true, just because she was nice to you it doesn’t mean she is using you. I mean I saw her on the ship helping you out when you were nauseated. Sven said she normally doesn’t do those things, maybe she likes you too.” Ubbe said and Ivar just thought about how he doesn’t know she had helped him with his pain and had seen his legs. But surprisingly his brother’s words made its place inside his head, he is so used to defend himself that when he showed vulnerability and she didn’t get disgusted it surprised him. He was just trying to protect himself.

                                 …

The afternoon came and everyone split up around, the warriors and shieldmaiden had gotten along and it was a doubtless a blessing from above.

Ivar had finished his tattoo and Y/N came back from her meditation moment. Ubbe and Sigurd went to give the field a second look. Hvitserk and Bjørn were training and Halfdan and Floki were discussing stories and old strategies.

Y/N was talking with Hagalaz in the training field, they were training and after a tiring spare they sat on the rocks and started to talk to each other and giggling in pure joy. Ivar was on the other side of the training field training with Hvitserk when he heard her laugh, he felt it crawling on his skin. 

He kept moving his sword managing to win against his opponent, and Bjørn felt proud of his brother's skills. He knew Ivar was really skilled and it was sad he couldn’t run in the field like the rest of them.

Hagalaz gave a deep laugh and Ivar darted his eyes to the big man making Hvitserk hit him in the head. “Eyes in here brother,” Hvitty told him making Ivar swung the sword swiftly and made Hvtiserk’s sword fell, Bjørn clapped and smiled walking away.

Bjørn looked at Y/N. “Shall we?” She nodded and stood up grabbing her sword. Bjørn swung it first and she was only defending herself, he kept going and used his whole strength, she was fast and it was like the first Ragnarson was trying to catch a fish with his own hands.

They kept going until he starts to gasp for air, she swung her sword and beat on his own strongly making the metal fell. She crossed her foot under him and knocked him to the ground.

Hvtiserk laughed and clapped his own hands. “My time,” He shouted. Y/N took a few breaths and helped Bjørn on his feet. 

Hvtiserk got in front of her but he didn’t start the practice as his brother had previously, Y/N swayed her sword and he kept protecting himself mimicking her previous movements. 

But when he tried a strong movement she turned around letting he hit the sword in the wind. He grunted because he was convinced he could be the one to beat her, then, when he turned she had the sword pointed on his throat, he tried to grab her sword so she quickly knocked him in the floor.

The warriors laughed and applauded, Y/N extended her hand to help Hvtiserk just like she had made with his brother, but when he grabbed her hand he pulled her to the floor and moved his body so he was above her, both laughed and she smacked his shoulder playfully. He looked at her and swore he felt something there, he looked at her lips and her eyes, she did the same, their lips were almost touching when she placed her right hand forcefully on his neck and pushed him to the opposite side so she was above him. 

He was taken aback by the fast movement and just stared at her.

She winked and got to her feet. Hvitserk sat and placed his arms around his legs recovering his breath. She extended her hand just like before and he stood up.

She looked around regaining her breath as well, when she glanced in the area where Ivar was training he had left and was a few steps ahead supporting his body weight on his crutch.

“He might be jealous,” Hvitserk said behind her.

“Of what? If he wanted to train with me I would gladly do.” She said sort of oblivious.

“It wasn’t that type of jealousy.” He said and kissed her forehead and walked out of the field.

Y/N shrugged, of course the younger Ragnarson was the one that took more of her attention, he was cruel yet innocent, he was ruthless yet smart. He was a big puzzle she wished to fix.

                                                  …

Sigurd unmistakably favored her presence, he would always find a subject to talk with her or simply make questions to hear her voice. Ubbe did the same but he began to ponder about Ivar’s actions around her, if Ubbe would give up a pretty lady it surely needed a good reason for it, and the good reason was his little brother. Ivar certainly needed someone good in his life, at least if he wasn’t too stubborn.

“So Ubbe, Hvitserk told me you two had gone to France with your brother when younger.” She said.

He blinked his eyes as he was to concentrated on his own thoughts. He shook his head and asked if she had said something, she repeated the phrase and Ubbe received a funny look from Sigurd.

“Yeah, we did. We were really young but it was nice to travel and… and do something with our father.” He said and felt a happily pinch in his heart. He surely loved his father but it was sad that Ragnar didn’t spend much time with them, Bjørn was luck, and even Ivar in the brief last moments of Ragnar’s life.

Ivar was on the table but was mad about something no one knew, no one but Floki.

Hvitserk hummed. “I think when we sailed to France father wasn’t the same. I remember him as a kid and he was always strong and happy. In France he just… discouraged. Then when we got back to Kattegat he just left us and disappeared for forty seasons…” Hvitserk told and all of them felt sad about the fatherly figure absence. “Actually we had told we could kill him when he got back. But Bjørn had put some sense on our heads.”

Bjørn laughed and placed the chicken bone on his plate. “Of course. These stupids actually thought they would be able to kill father, but when he appeared they had changed their minds.” Bjørn smiled and remembered how he had felt when his father appeared after so long.

All of them got silent. Y/N thought about something else to say but found something she could use as a start with Ivar. “In his last adventure, you went with him, right? To England, I mean.” She looked at Ivar.

He nodded. “Yes, it wasn’t the best since the circumstances we got into, but we sort of had a good time.” He said and Y/N was giving him her ample attention.

Sigurd didn’t like it much, he was tasting the same anger he had felt all his life with Ivar. When Ivar managed to steal his attention, toys and even the previous slave that was no longer alive. “Good time,” Sigurd repeated and laughed really loudly making the entire place stop the chatting and look at him. “If you consider a good time with a man that tried to kill you when a baby, Y/N did you know that our father grabbed Boneless here as a baby and left him for the wolves. Of course mother saved him but father never liked to reveal he had a crippled son, I mean since all of us are strong it was terrible to know his last one was a boneless man, I actually think that is the reason he never had more kids with mother.” He said with a grin splattered on his face.

Ubbe and Bjørn shook their heads in pure disapproval. Hvitserk kept eating his food and Ivar was with his jaw clenched.

Y/N saw how Sigurd’s brothers were quiet and decided to ask him a question that she didn’t require his answer to know it was the naked pure truth. “Were you always that jealous of your younger brother?” Y/N broke the silence making all of them look at her and Sigurd surely was taken aback by the question. He always said those things to his brother so Bjørn and Ubbe were already tired of the arguments and didn’t mind to interpose anymore.

“What do you mean jealous? How come I would be jealous of a cripple that is just here out of pity?”

“Shut your mouth!” Ivar yelled.

And everyone got even more silent if it was possible. “Jealous because he surely received more attention from your mother, and since you two are really close in age I can only imagine that he would always grab your toys as every younger brother.” Y/N said and Sigurd looked at her completely perplexed, people always knew that was his reasons but no one had told him on his face -at least no one that got out alive after saying so-. “I’m right don’t you agree? I mean if it was just from “pity” your brothers would do the same. But they don’t, cause they are grown-up men that don’t spend their time complaining as younglings.“

Halfdan drank his ale and made a face of ”shit will get down“. Floki smiled at her words. The famous boat-builder loved Ivar as his own son.

Sigurd got angry and left the place, Hvitserk winked at Y/N and people started chatting around the room again. The Ragnarsons smiled and Floki and Halfdan got back to their previous conversation with Sven.

“I don’t need your pity.” Ivar said trough greeted teeth.

Y/N looked at him confused. “You are a fool if you think I pity you in any aspect.”

He grinned in mockery. “I know you do, these actions are a pure performance to make me trust you, but I’m not stupid to believe you care for any of us or me for the matter.” He said and Ubbe yelled at him to stop being so unpolite. “What is the matter, brother? Do you really believe she will help us with a bigger plan or that she feels anything for us? All of you are fools.” He stood up and walked out of the place groaning in the discomfort as the heavy metal on his legs gave him.

Bjørn shook his head and closed his eyes trying to control the urge he had to run after his brother and yell at his actions. Hvitserk opened his mouth but Y/N lifted her hand stopping him. “It’s okay, if he truly thinks in that way I’m honestly sad, but you don’t need to apologize, it’s not your fault.” She said and Bjørn found another subject to talk about.

                                 …

Ivar walked out of the great hall and headed to the river they had set the ships and boats on. He groaned with the weight on his legs and looked around to make sure no one was near, he sat at the floor and undid the complicated metal bracers that covered his legs, he placed it aside with his metal cane and crawled to a quieter place close to the water.

He stood there completely enraged at his brother for being an idiot and always saying things like he didn’t deserve to be there. Ivar made the best strategies and his own father said he wanted him to lead his army. Him! Not Bjørn nor Ubbe, definitely not Sigurd and his stupid music.

He was also mad at Y/N and her stupid attempts to be polite with him, he realized that she was stealing more attention from him every day. He would sit with his brothers and would query where she was or what she was doing. He would be on his bed and spent long hours staring at the wooden door as it would open and she would enter his room and sit by his side as she had done a few days prior.

He would be training and he would look around the field looking for her or stare dangerously as Hagalaz for being so close to her. Ivar was mad for her. He had allowed her to crawl into his mind the way his fools brothers did and in the way he swore he wouldn’t.

He stood there for several breaths hearing the nature work and gazing at the water. “I don’t care what your mind tells you but you are an idiot if you believe I’m nice to you or your brothers out of pity or some sort of performance.” He had his eyes closed and heard her voice, he hummed and opened his eyes looking behind seeing her there.

“If it isn’t true, why does it bother you so much?” He said angrily.

“Screw you Ivar.” She said pissed and sat beside him. “I don’t care about that stupid nickname men had given me, or the fact that you think I would only be nice if I was searching for some sort of victory. Yes, I made that alliance seeking more power and better lands, yes I’m nice with your brothers but isn’t out of performance or act. Do you think Sven is the only alliance I had the opportunity to have? Or maybe men are so stupid that would make me a proposal or simply try their ways with me and at the moment I refused the offers they would banish me from their lands? I don’t care what you think of me because you don’t know me!” She said and made Ivar hear all of her words.

He stared at her and after a couple minutes seeing her annoyed face then he nodded. “You are right, I don’t know you. So try to see my point here, I’m a cripple Viking whose brothers have aside out of pity, what would you imagine if someone came and got nice with me? You are too nice and too pretty to appears suddenly, with your titles I could only imagine men who had been conquered by you.”

“Not one that mattered enough. Do you think I want a man who's just want to be with me out of my appearance? Some man that didn’t care about battles or ruling? Some bastard that at the moment I say ‘no’ would banish me from their lands as I was some sort of whore? Not really.”

He nodded at her words, he hadn’t imagined her point of view. “What are you saying? That you want to be with a cripple or maybe with one of my brothers?” He asked puzzled.

She scoffed. “You make so low of yourself Ivar. Your legs don’t work, then what? Would that lower you at any point? You are here aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes with a hint of pain on them. “Because I’m a prince.”

“Lie. You are here cause you had earned that.”

“Yeah, I like to think in that way too,” He said and darted his eyes to the trees around. “But I’m a dead weight on them, I’m well trained you know I can fight, but I couldn’t walk in the field supporting my body with a crutch and try to kill someone, they would surely punch me at the floor and I would be dead in seconds.”

She shrugged and tried to see his point. “Yes, I think so… but are your strategies and thoughts that make the battle better. Brutal force is good but it is strategies that make it stronger.” She said exactly what he always thought. “We will win tomorrow and you know why? Because we have intelligence and force side by side on this. The people that came before us had only force, but we are complete and we will certainly win this!” She said with pure conviction.

“Let’s see.” He said and gave a small smile, yet it was a start.

She just nodded and stood there with him looking around, trying to canalize the good atmosphere around. The fresh air and the sounds of crickets.

Ivar looked at her while she was staring ahead. He laid on the ground and paid attention to the clean sky. “Thank you for answering Sigurd, he is as stupid as a goat so it was nice having someone telling him something.”

She shook her head and laid by his side. “I’m sorry he treats you in that way, has no need to!” He smiled and kept watching the stars above.

“Do you like my brother?” He gulped trying to find his name. “Hvitserk…”

She looked at him and saw his jaw clenched. “I love Hvitserk.” He looked at the side feeling hurt. “The brother I had was an idiot, and I like to think about Hvitty as the brother I never had.”

He frowned his eyebrows, ‘is she playing with me?’ He thought. “You love my brother… but as a mere brother? No romance involved?”

“Not really, I mean he is really good looking and strong and let’s not forget that he is funny, but I can’t imagine us together romantically.” She said and she could feel his body relaxing on her side. “I mean. He isn’t the Ragnarson I’m interested in,” She said and bit her tongue trying to control the nerves that had set on her body.

‘Bjørn, is certainly Bjørn! They are always talking with each other.’ “I’m glad one of my stupid brothers will have the chance to marry someone that isn’t a slave.” He said while his hands were squeezing the grass under him.

Y/N rolled her eyes, she flirted here and there but it was hard to flirt with a man she was actually interested in. And he wasn’t making it easier for her. “With all your brilliant ideas and all your intelligence, I wonder how naive you can be sometimes!” She propped her body on her elbow and looked directly at him, only the moonlight brighten it up. “I like you Ivar. Not Sigurd, not Bjørn, not Hvitserk nor Ubbe. You!” He got shocked and his cheeks made the cutest color of pink. “And before you ask another name I’m not interested in Sven, or Floki or Halfdan or any other.” She said just to make sure, something tells her he would try every possible man’s name.

“What about that guy you walk with? Hagalaz…”

She scoffed. “Not him.” She placed her hand on his cheek and caressed it softly, he was using tight braids and somehow it made his face more appealing. “Just you.” Her eyes darted to his lips and to his eyes, he was worried about something but she didn’t wait to find out what was it.

She leaned and placed her lips delicately on his, testing the waters. Ivar could be unpredictable so she tried to be as soft as possible with him.

He got froze and didn’t know what to do, it was sort of foreign for him. “Just do what your body tells you to.” She said and it was like she switched a plug. He rolled above her body and started to kiss her. The kisses changed from careful to strong ones. Y/N’s hands found his braids and tug at it receiving a moan from his lips.

His legs were between her open ones, the leather breeches were making grinding at her exposed legs and she desired to feel something somewhere. But she had heard some rumors that the young Ragnarson couldn’t use his prick for something besides taking a piss, she just wished he would be patient to suppress her needs somehow and teach him how to take care of his.

One of her hands grabbed his neck and pulled his face even closer to hers, not minding if their noses would bump sometimes. Ivar moaned again completely happy to feel such a feeling. If kissing would emanate such happiness how fuck would be?

His hands were supporting his body, both placed on the ground while his lips moved with her. Y/N grabbed one of his hands and placed on her left breast, he squeezed it harshly completely adoring the soft feeling under his palm, he could feel her nipple hardening and it was a great response.

She left his lips and stared at his eyes that were adorned with dilated pupils, the blue almost succumbed. She grabbed his other hand but he shook his head afraid that his weight would hurt her somehow, she nodded at him and grabbed it again with him allowing that time, and his upper body was above her, while his legs were between hers. She placed his hand on her hip trying to go easier with him.

Ivar was in a daze with her body and how her kisses had made him feel, how her soft breast felt against his palm and how right it was to feel her under him. Y/N let her hands wander over his body, he was so firm and his shoulder blade was perfectly defined, probably because of the years and years he had to use his upper body strength to carry himself everywhere.

They were watching each other eyes while their hands found each other bodies and learned about it, Ivar was doing what she had told him to. He wasn’t familiarized with a woman body as his brothers were, but he was following what his body/mind was subtly telling him to and something told him it was the right thing. Cocky bastard.

Y/N was amazed at his firm back muscles her hand had slipped inside his tunic but then she felt him hardening against her inner thigh, she gasped and looked at him. When she did Ivar got worried since everything was going so smoothness. He looked at her and she just smiled. “The rumors weren’t real after all.” She said and kissed his neck, Ivar got confused since his blood wasn’t completely directed only at his brain, then he understood what she expressed.

He smiled knowing he could truly please a woman as other men do. But he didn’t know what to do with it, of course he knew where it would join but they were still dressed and very uncomfortable on some sloppy grassy ground. Y/N was still in her travel on his neck where they heard someone yelling.

“IVAR.”

It was Ubbe’s voice, surely worried about his little brother whereabouts in the dark night. Ivar let an exaggerated sigh and placed his head on Y/N’s breasts as it would make them invisible. She just laughed and Ivar looked up at her with a rigid expression. ‘She is probably with Siggurd and all of this is a show’ He thought in pure pain and bitterness.

She rubbed his cheek and grinned. “It’s better we go, I mean they will keep searching for you and then for me. If they don’t find us soon they will make a whole search team with the dogs and fire torches.” He nodded but felt bad about leaving the position he got into. The day after where she touched his legs and gave him an erection he woke up with an annoying pain on his prick, he would surely feel the same discomfort in a few hours if he left the situation.

He rolled his body out of her and laid on the floor letting a huff in annoyance. She stood up and fixed her dress. Ivar touched his prick trying to find a less uncomfortable position inside his pants.

Both walked in the vision. Ivar had sat and placed his metal legs support and grabbed his crutch walking back to the camp and to the settlement tent where he knew his brothers would yell at him for the unpolite reaction at Y/N earlier on. Y/N got a different path just in case and entered the place calling Zina to escort her to the chambers.

A couple hours later when everyone had laid to sleep Y/N made sure her friends were sleeping and tiptoed to Ivar’s tend, she couldn’ sleep and she hoped he neither.

When she opened she saw him holding his axe ready to throw it in whoever it was disturbing his space. He diminished his hand at the moment he saw her entering the place. He blinked a few times trying to make sure it wasn’t a dream or some vision Loki himself had made him see.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She said in a low voice. If he did any other movement that told her he wasn’t cognizant of her feeling she would leave.

“Neither could I.” He said and repositioned his body in the ‘bed’. Y/N walked to his reach and sat at the furs with him. “Do you regret what we did earlier?” He said totally anxious.

She smiled at his nervousness around her. “No.” She swayed her head and placed her hand on his forearm. “If I did I wouldn’t be right here.”

Ivar smiled, of course, he desired to finish what they were doing earlier on but could he do it properly? Is not like he asked Bjørn for any directions.

Y/N fidget with her fingers, she wanted to claim him but she knew it was foreign to him, she was scared that he would back off.

Ivar grabbed her hand and pulled her body nearer to his. Her positions became almost laid above his, the soft furs that covered his legs were now warming her uncovered legs. His lips found hers more firmly than was earlier. One of his hand pulled her face closer like he had done it tons of times with her.

They kissed and kissed until the oxygen became almost inaccessible to catch. Y/N patted the furs and looked at Ivar silently asking for confirmation. He signed and she raises the furs leaving his legs on display, she laid beside him and propped her body above his. She sat carefully around his waist and touched the edge of her nightgown dress, Ivar touched her hands and lifted it for her. Her beautiful soft breast on his vision and he gulped simply desired by the spectacle.

She threw the fabric somewhere and bent down to kiss his lips again. The kisses got going and hands were everywhere on each other’s bodies.

Ivar’s cock was hard already but he said nothing about it when she tried to touch. Ivar simply grabbed her wrist preventing her. “Let me touch you first.” He replied.

She nodded and then he immediately moved their bodies so he was on the top. His palm went down on her body making small circles with his dumb in every part he found heavenly in her gorgeous body. He approached her crotch and moved his hands to squeeze her thighs earing a moan considering his firm handling.

He paused and gazed at her naked physique under his dark blue eyes. She was the most elegant thing he had seen. He couldn’t believe he was the one that it was there with her. With so many brothers and so many other men around he was the one she picked. The one that was naked under his predator’s eyes.

“You can touch me,” She grabbed one of his hands breaking his fascinated gaze. She placed it on her warm cunt up and down wetting his hand. “Here.” He moved it and blinked his eyes not believing how warm it actually was, she moaned and inserted one of his fingers and inside of her, his expression was the same he always did when something marvelous happened. He started to kiss her while his finger pumped in and out. He added another one in instinct and she placed one of her hands on her mouth to muffle the noises. “Just like that Ivar.”

She was close, his long and thick fingers managed to bring her rather quickly. “Ivar, Ivar…” She moaned and touched the hand he was using to give her pleasure. “Ivar give me your thumb.” He did so and confusedly stop. “Please keep going.”  He got back to his activity. “It has that sweet spot that is like a trigger for woman pleasure, can you see it Ivar?” She asked and he nodded seeing the little nub. “Make some circles on it.” She taught and he did so, slowly at first and she whimpered grabbing the furs for dear life in one hand and stretching his back muscles in the other one. “Faster.” She groaned.

Ivar groaned himself, he was so damn proud. The beautiful famous Y/N was under him at his mercy, her pleasure literally was in his hands. Her hips bucked up and he kept going. She let a loud moan pass through her teeth and Ivar attached his mouth on hers still moving. “Was that good?”

She was out of breath and seeing stars in her eyes. “It was great Ivar. You did so well.” She affirmed and kissed his check affectively. He let go of her squeezed walls and looked at his wet fingers adorned with the pure liquid of her pleasure, he looked at his fingers in relish like it was some enemy’s blood. He didn’t know why but he dragged his fingers to his mouth and moaned in the surprise of how good it tasted.

As the woman at his mercy was some goddess sent just for him. Y/N saw him licking her juices off his fingers and the scene was completely arousing.

Ivar relocated in the bed getting above her and moving to the end of it to face her navel. His legs were a bit out of the bed and he cursed for not being able to do something with them. He licked her sensitive cunt and stared up at her.

Y/N got shocked at the surprise, she was still sensitive down there and Ivar was so quick that she didn’t even realize he managed to get there. He gave a long lick making her hips bucker. “Give me a couple of minutes Ivar, I’m too sensitive.” He nodded and decided to kiss her body then. Ivar was loving their encounter and asked the Gods why they hadn’t sent her earlier to his life.

He kissed her belly, her ribcage bones, sucked her breast and went on and on all over her body. He was sucking on her pulse point when she just groaned and nodded her head. Ivar went to finish what he started. His tongue wasn’t much precise since it was his first time and he wasn’t much aware of her body and favorite parts.

He adjusted and grabbed her legs placing on his back and closing his hands on her lower belly interlacing fingers. His long tongue made her tremble under him. He smiled and moaned feeling his hard prick throb every time she moaned his name. Her hand found his braids and was pulling it tightly. Her other was on her breast punching her hardened nipple, Ivar looked at her and placed on if his hand in the place, trying to learn just how she liked to be touched. His firm grip on her sensitive nipple made her moan even harder, of course, his grip was more firm than her own.

Her eyes were closed like she was paying attention to the feeling, but Ivar wanted to her look at him, he wanted her to know that it was him pleasuring her. He slapped her breast and she yelped in surprise, her eyes opened and looked at him. “Look at me. Look in the eyes of the man that it’s pleasuring you.” He said sending vibrations to her core. He wraps his plump warm lips around her clit developing it and kept moving so he could use his plump lips to make her tremble under his mercy.

Ivar kept doing until she came again, all over his face. He moaned and kissed her thighs, she said it hurts when she was sensitive and he respects her words, but also added this to the list of things he may do in the future when she disobeys him somehow.

He crawled up and was face to face with her, she kissed him with the rest piece of strength she had and moved her hand to grab his cock, he allowed this time and moaned when she touched it. It was so hard that she moaned when her fingers touched the hot skin. She knew it was Ivar’s first time so it would be fine if he didn’t last long, actually she was surprised that he didn’t come in his pants in the earlier events.

They started to kiss and Y/N moved their bodies so she was above him. He adjusted in a position where his legs wouldn’t hurt much. She kissed his neck and started to went down in his body.

“Fast woman, I want to feel your warmth on my cock.” He said and she just looked up at him, well she could always taste him in the future.

“Is that position comfortable.” She asked worried about his legs.

He nodded and placed his hand on her lower back making her fell in his embrace, his mouth found her nipple. “Just let me fuck you already.” He said the filthy words just like he had grown to hear while his brothers had adventures with every girl around.

Y/N grabbed his thick length and bit her lower lip knowing it would hurt at first on her. She rolled his almost purple head on her labia making sure it would be wet enough. She placed it inside of her and Ivar growled in the feeling he bucked his hip in an impulse and she fell on his chest at the abrupt intrusion. “Calm down, you’ll hurt me.” Ivar was completely amazed by the feeling, her soft walls felt great on his fingers and tongue but around his prick was a completely different story. He grabbed her hair forcefully making her look at him, her eyes had a few tears because of the insane pleasure but also because of his long length made and stretching burning sensation. 

He looked at her tears and his face softened. “Sorry.” He said and she just told him to go slower at first because she needed to adjust.

With the seconds going by the pace became faster. She becomes comfortable enough to ride him and his firm fingers were leaving marks all over her body. Ivar's face started to twitch with pleasure and she knew he was close, her third orgasm wouldn’t happen but she didn’t mind. She left his cock and he widened his eyes ready to curse her. She quickly moved and placed her prick on her mouth sucking him and shushing him too. His hand found her head and felt his sac squirming. Y/N licked his sac in circles motions and got back to her previous activity on his tortured hard cock, her left hand touched his sensitive thigh and her right one squeezed his sac while she bobbed her head up and down.

Ivar came on her mouth and moaned in pure pleasure. He didn’t acknowledge it would be that good. “Oh gods, oh-oh.” He said in a raspy voice.

Y/N licked him clean and kissed her way up to his face kissing his toned chest in every possible part. She kissed his lips and laid there, he moved one of his hand to move his leg a bit to the side and then embraced her naked sweat body above his own.  "You did so well.“ She assured and he smiled.

Both fell into a deep sleep after their orgasm and the joy to be around each other.

                                                            …

The next day Y/N left Ivar’s tend in the earlier hours and went on her own. Zina knew where she had gone and that is why she and Hagalaz didn’t worry about her whereabouts.

The sons of Ragnar got ready to battle and worried when they saw how happy Ivar was acting around them. Everyone got ready and started to leave the field where the battle would soon occur.

Ivar fixed all the axes on his chariot and prayed for the next events. He saw Y/N approaching and Ubbe quickly kissed her hand, she blushed and nodded at all of them. Sigurd was unsure around her but he gave her a good morning nevertheless. Ivar smiled at Y/N and she walked to talk to him, she was glowing under his gaze the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

“Friends!” Sven announced. “Now we go to battle and may the gods bless us. If any of us fall today, we will fall fighting and surely join Valhalla with our ancestors.” Everyone cheered and started walking on the field. Bjørn, Ubbe and Y/N walked ahead discussing the previous ideas.

Hvitserk and Sigurd were beside Ivar and asked what had happened because he was so cheerful, Ivar answered that he had a good feeling about the battle but Sigurd knew it was something else. Suddenly he clearly answered. “I’m gonna marry her.”

                              …

The Bishop made a cross sign and opened his mouth. “Lord do not forsake us in the hands of these heathens. Do not forsake Ireland and your follower’s father. Permit they and their profane gods die and perish from the earth you had created my Lord.”

The king moved in front of his army and started screaming. “Come nightfall, we’ll be rid of this plague.” He yelled and raised his sword, his warriors did the same. Then he started walking and with that running in front of the Vikings army. They stood there and the Christians didn’t understand why. They kept running to their reach. 

Y/N smiled and nodded her head to Sven. “Let’s see what the gods had planned for us.”

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The King and Queen of Kattegat (Vikings)

Season 2

Chapter Eighteen

"Hold still, Ivar!" I said as I braided his hair. He never sits still, and I worry my child will be just as definite.

"Ow!" He cried. Today is a special day, Ivar will be touring new territory around Kattegat. We are planning to expand even further into the water. It is a big step for the young King. He hopes that he'll pass that little expansion to our child.

"Must it be so tight though?" He laughed, "Your hair is very soft, it needs to be tightened in your braid otherwise by the end of the day it's going to fall out of shape."

He laughed, getting up to check himself in the mirror.

"I have a gift for you, husband," I said, getting up. I now sympathize with Ivar and his struggle to stand.

I took out of my pocket a necklace made of ivory as I put it around his neck. It compliments his skin tone very well.

"Oh, it is beautiful!" I said, looking at him. "What is this emblem?" Ivar asked.

"It will bring you good fortune, a Budda man said that to me."

Ivar smiled holding the necklace in the palm of his hands, Ivar is like his father, he defies the Gods.

"It is beautiful!" He said, kissing me.

"I have a surprise for you," Ivar said.

"Oh?"

"Yes." Hvitserk came in as he smiled at me. I haven't seen him in a while, he has been busy on the docks.

"Hvitserk!" I said, hugging him.

"Hello!" He said, he looked at me and said, "You grow larger each day, I heard you might have twins!"

I looked over at Ivar who smirked, "So I've heard from the Gods!"

"Hvitserk will be with you today until I come home later," Ivar said.

I looked at Ivar, "I know when I'm gone for long periods of time you are lonely, and I know the slaves-" he looked over at the slave girls huddled together.

"They are not the best of company, and I thought why not someone who you are most comfortable with."

I smiled looking back at Hvitserk. I knew Ivar was not happy about the arrangement, and he knows very well by now about Hvitserk's feelings towards me. Although he trusts his brother and he trusts me. He knows Hvtiserk won't try anything. That's how much Hivtserk loves Ivar.

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"How does it feel to be captain of Ivar's great army?" I asked, Hvitserk as we walked through Kattegat. Hvitserk smiled, looking down. He has changed a lot since becoming a leader. His hair is much neater, he wears royal clothing, and he is much more confident when he talks. Although the old Hvitserk is very much percent. He is always haunted.

"An honor you two have bestowed upon me in which I take seriously," Hvitserk said.

"I can tell, I don't see you as much," I said.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to make more time, and when the baby is born I will like to step down," Hvitserk said.

I nodded, "You talk as if you are the father of the child."

"I can't help but to think that is my child," He said. "After all, I conceived it with you."

We turned the corner to a more private area, "We can't ignore the fact that is my child."

"My theory has just been proven," I said.

"What?"

"That you are jealous that this is going to be Ivar's child with me and not yours," I said, as we stopped to face each other.

He sighed, "It is only natural for me to think so."

"Then if you knew that why did you agree with Ivar to help him have a child with me?" I asked.

"For many reasons, my love."

"At first, when he found out I was in love with you, I was afraid for my head, then when he granted me permission to sleep in the bed with you, I figured maybe that will break the spell. I know you are not a witch, Yrsa, but you do have a hold over me," Hvitserk said.

"Then I thought, if it's not a spell, at least I can have one time with the woman I love."

His fingers grazed my cheek, "This is not a spell, Yrsa. I try everything to forget you, but you are always there," He continued to say.

"I can't help, but to think that it is my child growing in you." "Forgive me, for a fool I'm," he whispered.

I placed my hand on his, "You are not a fool, Hvitserk," I removed his hand, as I cleared my throat.

"You're a good man, and I'm sorry if I caused you any pain."

He chuckled, "No, no, you did not, you could cause me any pain, not like Ivar."

"I love my husband, I can't punish him for things that I don't know of in the past."

"No, I love Ivar too, and I've forgiven him but I never forgot anything," "Don't punish him."

"This is enough of a punishment in my book," He said, glaring down.

I laughed turning my back, "You are truly a Viking, Hvitserk, I bet you miss the raidings."

"Yes, yes I do, and when the time comes," Hvitserk said, catching up to me, "When my niece or nephew is grown I will take them raiding all the time!" He said he wanted to place his arm around me, but he hesitated. I couldn't help but to laugh. I miss raiding.

At the end of the day, I fell asleep at home, Hvitserk stood guard over me. Before he left, I called to him,

"Hvitserk?" He walked back over to me and sat down.

"Yes?" He asked.

I opened my eyes, "I know what I'm about to ask you is a great deal, but please do try."

"If I have to rip out my heart for you, I would instantly," Hvitserk said.

I smiled, "Please, forget about all that pain, please look forward now to your bright future." "I know what Ivar has done is unforgivable, but please do try."

Hvitserk took my hand in his and placed a kiss on it, "On my life, on my honor, and soul I promise you I will make it my mission. If this makes you happy, I will."

"My only happiness is your happiness, I can see it."

Hvitserk smiled brightly. I can only imagine the child having Hvitserk's smile.

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The Spring Lamb - 2

a/n: GUESS WHO ACTUALLY WROTE SOME SHIT! i HOPE ALL OF YOU GUYS ENJOY IT CUS I LOVE IT AND YEAH

// CH 0 // CH 1 //

warnings: none (yet)

FF.net // Ao3 // Masterlist

Ubbe X OFC // Vikings

word count: 3,746

(ubbe gif credit to @sikanapanele​)

The young shepherd could not keep focused on her work. Though her fingers moved—weaving the strands of yarn—her eyes often drifted to the open door. Watching the sunlight stream across the floorboards, she listened vaguely to the sounds of Sigurd plucking at the strings of his oud as she allowed her mind wander.

“Úna, are you alright?” Aslaug’s melodic voice drew her back to the present. They sat across from each other, both working on separate looms. Úna’s was notably smaller, the design also not nearly as complex.

“Yes, I was just daydreaming.” Turning to face the Queen and her weaving partner, she forced a smile to her lips before giving a quick nod. “I am not used to spending my days indoors. I must admit, I do dearly miss tending to our herd of sheep.”

“Is my home not accommodating?” Aslaug questioned, tilting her head slightly as she looked upon the younger woman.

“Oh no! No, I did not mean that. I merely meant that I was fond of our sheep and was thinking about them.” Úna’s hands flew up, open-palmed in front of her. As she shifted in her seat a harsh laugh came from the other end of the hall.

“Of course she’s bored,” Sigurd declared from across the room. “She came here to be with Ubbe but he has no time for her, and we all know why.” He added as emphasize to the end of his statement that obviously alluding to the elephant in the room.

“Do not mind Sigurd, he is very vocal with his opinions.” Aslaug shot her son a warning glare as she cleared her throat and lifted her hand to rest on top of Úna’s, running her thumb gently over her knuckles. “Do not question Ubbe’s affection for you, or for you child. He will love and care for you without hesitation as his father did for him. I am sure of it. They are more alike than he knows.” Her smile was warm and kind, easily melting Úna’s concerns.

Sigurd scoffed from his seat, eyes still trained on the instrument in his grasp. “I think Ubbe proved that when he fathered a child with a woman who was not his wife.”

“Sigurd!” Aslaug snapped, her head whipping to look at her son. She scowled at his crude comment but he shrugged, unaffected by her scolding eye. He rose from his seat, gathering his oud and horn of mead before taking his leave from the hall to find somewhere else to practice.

Úna did not wish to pry into personal matters, but the curiosity of what he’d meant burned inside her. Aslaug seemed to pick up on the unasked question that floated between them and the tension in the air that followed Sigurd’s departure.

Aslaug cleared her throat and turned to Úna, giving the kind of well practiced, polite smile you would expect from a Queen. The younger woman sat expectantly, stealing her expression to hide any reaction as she wondered what exactly Sigurd could have meant. The Queen paused for a moment then spoke, “Would you be so kind as to run an errand for me?”

Úna blinked for a moment before stuttering out an answer. “Oh, yes, of course. I would be happy to.”

The Queen set down her shuttle as she explained how to find the stall in the market she was to retrieve the dyed wool from.

Basket in hand, Úna exited the hall stepping into the early afternoon sun. She enjoyed the moment alone, exploring the narrow roads of Kattegat. The market space was like nothing she had known before—each side lined with kiosks that varied in goods offered. Some were tended to by foreigners dressed in garbs and fabric she had never seen, others were the classic herbalists that sold dried plants she had previously grown herself.

Easing her way through the shoppers, her arms rested protectively over her middle out of instinct as she tried to navigate the dense crowd. It was not hard to spot the vendor she was sent to find. The skeins of yarn on display were dyed bright colors, more vibrant than she could have imagined. Even if this stall was not her intended destination, there was no way she would have been able to fight the draw to approach.

She gathered the Queen’s order, digging out the gold she’d been given to pay with from the purse that hung from the leather belt cinched around her growing waist. Úna was thankful her stomach was not yet so large she was unable to hide it under a baggy apron, but she knew it was only a matter of time until the bump made itself known.

Úna considered for a moment buying some of the vibrant yarn for herself when she realized she’d hardly be able to afford a short length of one string. With a polite smile, she stepped away and shuffled towards a vegetable cart in the opposite direction as if the yarn seller was not the only errand she needed to run. Absently, she perused the display of food—hoping she looked like she meant to be there—when something caught her attention.

She spotted a quick motion out of the corner of her eye before there was a familiar crack of skin meeting skin ringing out from a few feet away, over the ambient hum of the people. Úna’s head snapped to look past her shoulder when she recognized Aslaug’s second son, Prince Hvitserk rubbing a pink cheek as a petite brunette turned on her heal and stormed away with a haughty air about her that was recognizable—even from such a distance.

Úna lifted her hand, resting her fingers over her lips, trying to hide her laughter as she watched the rejected prince fume from afar. He seemed to be a good sport by her accounts though, quickly adjusting his tunic and turning to survey those around him, acting as if nothing had just happened. His eyes lazily scanned the crowd, his posture relaxing as he took in the status of the market—until he spotted Úna a few feet away and still trying to stifle her giggles.

Hvitserk sauntered his way over to Úna, grabbing a carrot from the stall she stood in front of as he smiled. Resting a hip against the wooden frame, Hvitserk took a bite from the end of the carrot before offering it to her with a simple, “Here.”

She reeled back, holding up a hand, but he insisted, “For the baby, then.”

Úna’s cheeks flush at the addition, her eyes flitting from side to side to see if any passerby’s had over heard before she shook her head again, “I can’t, I haven’t paid.”

Hvitserk gave a grin to the vendor who rolled his eyes in response, though he still gave an affirmative nod as he turned to a different customer. “It’s taken care of,” the prince smirked as Úna finally relented and took the root vegetable from his grasp, gnawing on the end as her feet carried her forward. Hvitserk easily fell instep next to her, his long legs managing to keep pace with her short strides.

They walked together in silence for some time, Úna occasionally taking a nibble from the carrot while gathering the courage to speak and attempt to quell the awkward tension she felt between them. Hvitserk, in contrast, seemed completely at ease when he asked, “So how are you adjusting to life in Kattegat?”

“Oh, uhm—” she stammered, caught off guard by his relaxed demeanor. “Well, I think. It’s very different, there’s so many people.”

Hvitserk nodded, agreeing with the observation. “You get used to it though. Learning how to navigate the market and also finding spots that are less populated.”

“Maybe I just need more time,” Úna sighed, looking towards the ground. “It would nice if Ubbe was here to show me around.”

“Trust me, if he could, that’s all he’d be doing,” Hvtiserk gave a laugh while looking to the solemn girl beside him. “He doesn’t shut up about you. He goes on and on about how everyday you’re more beautiful and radiant than the last.” Hvitserk couldn’t fight his grin as he watched the blood rushing to Una’s cheeks. She avoided his gaze, blatantly staring off in the opposite direction when he nudged her with his elbow, teasing her, “He has a point, there is a glow about you.”

“Stop it,” Úna hissed, her face as bright as a tomato as she nervously shifted her basket from one hand to the other. Looking anywhere but at the uncle of her unborn child, she spotted a small bench near the docks just ahead. “Do you mind if we sit? I need a respite.” With a quick nod Hvitserk agreed and settled down next to her. He relaxed into his seat, leaning back and stretching his arm to rest just behind her shoulders. They sat quietly, eyes forward, studying the horizon over the water.

Úna found Hvitserk’s presence—though uninvited—both welcoming and soothing. The way he carried himself was very approachable. She debated with herself for a long moment before finally parting her lips, “May I—,” she nervously cleared her throat. “May I ask you something?” Hvitserk turned his head, cocking an eyebrow, compelling her to continue. “It’s about something Sigurd said.”

With the mention of his younger brother Hvitserk gave an audible scoff, “Sigurd says a lot of things.” He reached up to scratch at the sparse hairs growing around his jaw. “It’s important to learn to take what he says lightly, not let it get under your skin.” He gave her a half smile as he tried to choose the right words, “He often says the first thing that comes to him, so it’s really best to ignore him all together.”

“Well, it’s just your mother made a comment about Ubbe being similar to your father. Sigurd then interjected, saying that was apparent due to me—” she hesitated, lifting a hand to rest on her belly. “Due to me and, and my—”

Úna didn't need to finish before Hvitserk let out a long groan, lifting his arm from behind her so he could lean forward and perch his elbows atop his knees. After a moment he gave another sigh and spoke, “You met Lagertha, yes?” Úna nodded, not wishing to interrupt. “She was my father Ragnar’s first wife.” He shifted in his seat, trying to figure out how to best condense his family’s long history. “Well, Ragnar and Lagertha were still married when Ubbe was conceived. In fact, the reason Lagertha left my father was because of my mother coming to Kattegat while she was still pregnant with Ubbe.”

“Oh,” the shepherd mumbled, looking to her stomach as she considered her Earl’s act of kindness in a new light.

Hvitserk dragged his hands over his face before sitting up and giving his companion a tight lipped smile, “That is what Sigurd was alluding to.”

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The next morning Úna was late to join her host for the early meal, but when she arrived she found only Aslaug and her youngest son present. She greeted the pair with a slight nod and kind smile before taking the seat across from Ivar.

“Una, how are you this morning?” the Queen spoke as a thrall approached to refill her cup.

“I was quite ill when I first awoke, but I am feeling better now. It seems the nausea comes in waves,” she replied, lifting her spoon as a small bowl of porridge was placed before her.

“Yes, that is something to be expected in the early months of pregnancy. Do not fret, it will pass.” Úna found comfort in the older woman’s counsel while her son dramatically rolled his eyes to passively express his disinterest in the conversation. Turning her head slightly, Úna scanned over the rest of the table, noting the empty seats as her gaze came to rest on the chair usually occupied by Ubbe.

“Ubbe and Sigurd are off preparing for a hunting trip.” Aslaug answered as she watched Úna study the vacancies.

“And Hvitserk?” she added, trying to seem like she cared about more than just the oldest son.

“He’s been gone all night—,” Aslaug began before Ivar abruptly interjected.

“Most likely he’s still in bed with some girl.”

Úna watched Aslaug’s reaction, noting the way she pursed her lips but did not correct or scold him. It struck her as funny how the Queen humored her youngest son. Though Úna bore no physical maladies, she could sympathize with Ivar based on her shared status as the baby of the family. Her mother may not have coddled her in such a way as Aslaug did, but she still did everything in her power to care for and protect Úna, teaching her older siblings to do the same.  

The three of them continued to eat in silence—Úna absently stirring her porridge more than consuming, caught up in her own thoughts about family dynamics—until Hvitserk returned home. He sighed, relaxing as he entered the dark hall, keeping one hand braced against his skull as if that would in some way ease his throbbing migraine. Walking up to his mother, he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek in greeting before noticing who she was dining with.

“Oh, Úna,” he started, his voice scratchy and hoarse after a night of heavy drinking. “Ubbe’s been looking for you, says he has a gift.”

“He is? He does?” she stuttered looking up at him, wide-eyed at what he’d said.

“Yeah, he’s out back by the chicken coop. You should go find him before he takes off.” Hvitserk gave her a sly wink, already knowing what his brother had in store, before retreating to his soft bed to sleep off his hangover.

Úna quickly wiped her mouth and excused herself from the table. Ivar watched the way she eagerly hurried over the floorboards to the entrance. Once outside she paused, trying to remember which path lead to the chickens, before gathering her skirts and heading to the left, sure that she’d find it eventually.

Rounding the corner of the hall and approaching the barn, she noticed the two brothers idly chatting. Ubbe’s back was to Úna, but once Sigurd noticed her arrival, he nudged Ubbe’s shoulder and pointed. Ubbe’s head twisted, following Sigurd’s indication until he saw her. Just the sight of her brought a dopey grin to his face.

He pivoted, facing Úna as he uncrossing his arms to welcome her with a strong embrace. Sigurd gave an exasperated grown at the display before heading in the opposite direction to let the pair a moment alone.

“You look amazing this morning,” Ubbe declared, leaning back to study her appearance as he cupped her face, his palms easily covering the expanse of her cheeks.

“You say that whenever you see me,” she admonished, blushing under his praise as she rested her hands on his chest.

“And I mean it every time. You are the most beautiful woman in Kattegat— No, in Midgard.” They shared an expression of pure joy, happy to just be near each other when he laughed. “And for the perfect woman, I have a present.”

Úna’s eyes lit up, remembering why she’d been asked to come outside. Ube shifted, stepping to stand behind her as his hands slid to cover her eyes. Lifting her fingers she touch his knuckles, giggling as he slowly urged her to move forward. She lifted each  foot cautiously, treading over the dirt as Ubbe whispered warning in her ears of the large stones in her path. They stopped suddenly and Úna lowered her arms, her hands resting on a rough-hewn log suspended at about waist height in front of her. “What is this?” she asked, groping at the object.

“That is not your gift,” Ubbe teased, dropping his hands from her face. “Keep your eyes closed for one more moment, let me just gather him.”

“Him?” she asked, bringing her own palms up to replace his over her own eyes. She listened closely, hearing the cacophony of animals milling about and the sound of Ubbe grunting—hissing ‘got ya’ under his breath.

“Keep your eyes closed and stick your hand out,” he instructed, standing before her on the opposite side of the rung. Blindly reaching forward, Úna felt something move at her touch. She withdrew for a moment, then more delicately, and with one hand, she repeated the motion.

First she felt the coarse hair—it was short, stiff, and very obviously attached to something small and alive that reacted to her caress. Sliding her finger tips upwards, she felt two familiar lumps on top a little head, surrounded by the hair. “May I open my eyes now?” she questioned, having a good guess as to what he was holding.

“Yes, you can.” Ubbe tried to keep his voice even, hiding the excitement he felt in anticipation of her response.

It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight, but once she could see, she found Ubbe cradling a tiny goat in his arms. The image of their first meeting flashed through her mind, the way he had held the missing lamb, protecting it from the raging storm.

She gave an involuntary coo, immediately fawning over the small creature. He was pure black from head to toe and his horns were just starting to make themselves known. Ubbe shifted, lifting the kid at his shoulders to hand over to Una. She eagerly accepted him, holding him tight against her chest as she scratched his ears and he urgently sniffed the stranger. He kicked his hooves around, shifting slightly in her embrace but Úna kept him secure as she peppered his nose with kisses. Ubbe exited the pen, re-latching the gate, before joining her.

“I’m so glad you like it,” he sighed, rubbing the ridge of fur along the goat’s spine. “Sigurd told me you had been missing your flock of sheep,” he began, catching her eye. “I searched around but there are no lambs for sale. The I found this guy. He’s half a set of twins and was rejected by his mom. The farmer was eager to be rid of him, practically giving him away.”

Úna looked back at the orphaned goat and was overcome with an unexpected swell of emotion, unable to fight back the tears as they streamed down her cheeks. Letting out a choked sob, she hugged the squirming animal closer to her breast and left series of watery kisses on the goat’s nose, before nuzzling against him.

Ubbe was taken aback at her response and moved to comfort her. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he pet her hair, making soft shushing noises as she rested her forehead to his chest and cried. “Don’t be upset,” Ubbe hummed, gently rubbing her back, feeling the way her body trembled with each shuddering cry.

“I-I I’m not up-upset,” Úna declared into the wool of his tunic between hiccoughs. “I just luh-love him suh-so much-ch,” she wailed, dissolving into tears again. She buried her face further again Ubbe’s strong chest as he held her.

Suddenly, Úna pulled back, studying him through teary eyes as Ubbe squeezed her upper arm, giving her a reassuring smile. “I love you,” she whispered, studying his reaction. The moment his face eased, she crashed her lips against his.

He excitedly returned the kiss, pulling her as close to him as he could with the goat between them. The animal began to bleat, demanding he be released and so forcing the couple to part. Úna set the kid on the ground, watching as he scurried to a patch of grass not far away before standing back up straight. She looked to Ubbe, wiping at her tear stained cheeks. Within an instant of their eyes connecting both realized that not only had they just shared their first kiss in months; they also were free to  do it again.

Neither of them could get enough of the other—Ubbe’s palm cupped her ass, squeezing her flesh as she raked her nails over the shaved back of his scalp. Their tongues wrestled eagerly, making up for lost time until forced apart by the need to breathe. The laughed together, panting as Ubbe lowered his head to rest his brow against hers. “I love you, too,” he returned, his voice quiet but bold.

Úna felt purely elated at his words, savoring every second she was near him until she felt an all too familiar lurch low in her abdomen. Immediately she pulled away from Ubbe, curling her palm over her jaw until she was a safe enough distance that she could bend over and spill the contents of her stomach without fear of any residual landing on him. Her porridge from breakfast splattered onto the dirt as Ubbe trailed behind her. Coming up, he scooped her loose hair into one fist, holding it out of the way as he let his other palm caress her back. Úna braced against the animal pen’s corner post as she retched.  

Once she was sure her insides had settled, Úna stood up right but avoided Ubbe’s gaze as she apologized.

Ubbe let out a chuckle at her response. Tugging a handkerchief from his belt, he wiped at the corners of her mouth, holding her chin to face him. “I do not mind. It is only your Ubbesson making himself known. I think he must approve.”

“Are you two done yet?” Sigurd’s voice rang over the air, bursting the secluding bubble that had enveloped the pair. “I need help packing,” he called, his tone obviously annoyed at the time his older brother had taken. Ubbe groaned, rolling his eyes at Sigurd’s thinly veiled complaints before returning that he’d join him soon.

Looking down at Úna, any foul emotion evaporated from him as he studied her glowing face. “I won't be gone long, just a few nights,” he insisted, running a thumb over her warm cheek. “But while I’m hunting, stay away from Katla.” It was apparent how serious he meant the warning by the way his his jaw clenched. “I will deal with her when I return, but in the meantime, just avoid her.” Though she did not quite understand why he felt the need to clarify this—she already did her best to stay away from the woman—Úna nodded all the same as Ubbe placed a farewell kiss on top of her head.

// CH 0 // CH 1 // 

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[gamesofmuggles]

Imagine : Ivar x Hvitserk  - Killing our own blood

Pairing : Hvitser x Ivar x Reader

Warning : none 

Fandom : Vikings

Request : Hi! Would you mind taking a request where both Ivar and Hvitserk is in love with you and constantly fights each other for your attention? And would you mind making it somewhat long, I think you're a wonderful writer and I see nothing wrong with your spelling! 

Note : Ok so this was in my DM for so long, and I’m so sorry for the person who asked, I struggle a lot I don’t even know why? :( , hope you will enjoy !!!

I quickly throw a glance to both Ivar and Hvitserk eating with the queen and their brothers. 

I was trying to make myself tiny because every time I step into a room, both of them act like children. Ivar caught me looking a them and then wave to me « Come see me my love » he say louder enough for everyone to heard. Unsure I make my way to him. « Ivar »  « Give me a kiss » I look at all the brothers and especially Hvitserk who stop eating to look with anger his brother. Ubbe and Sigurd watching the scene between them. « You force her » say Hvitserk. 

« No she wants to, right? » he gives me his puppy eyes look, I smile at him, quickly fade when I saw Hvitserk face.  « She will never be with a creep like you when she can be with me »  « Hvitserk! » I said. « What, it’s not what you say to me sometimes? »  Ivar face loose his smile and he grabs nervously his knife « I do not said that, Ivar, I swear » Hvitserk push his chair and leave the table. Aslaug annoyed stand and follow his son. « He’s jealous » whisper Ivar «  come to my place tonight »

“You’re thinking about him don’t you” he asked while putting his shirt away “No” I lied. “ You are a bad liar” I looked at him, waiting for him to be pissed. “You’re not mad?” I kneeled on his bed. “I’m not afraid of him” “Don’t underestimate him”  He approach facing me, I gently go through his dark hair. “I’m not afraid because I’m the greatest” He grab me by the waist in a strong pull, and touch your thighs “You sure do Ivar” I moan, while Ivar found his way between my legs.

After spending a wonderful time with Ivar, I lay down in my bed.. This all situation was out of control but every time I say I should end it, Ivar or Hvitserk make me change my way in a instant, because I can’t stop thinking about them. No one was happy about it, it was only a matter of time before someone start a fight.

I was walking in the morning when Hvitserk grab my arm and pull me behind a house. « I’m mad about last night » Usually Hvitserk don’t waste time to kiss me some more but, not this time. « I’m sorry » The silence remain. « You are going to break one heart, and it won’t be mine ». Behind Hvitserk’s angel face I always knew he wasn’t all white and I realized it today. I hated myself to be in this situation.

The next day I knocked at the door hopefully to found Hvitserk and beg for pardon. Ubbe opened the door « ha, Y/N, who are you looking for this time, Ivar or Hvtiserk? » the way he said it hurt me more thant I thought « I’m looking for Hvitserk » « Near the sea » he said, clearly no wanting to speak to me more. I thanked him and found my way to it. I saw him, shirtless, catching fish. The sun reflect on his skin, and he was warring his hair into a bun. I smiled and sit in the sand just looking at him. He join me, « Do you want to sneak out tonight? » I asked him, I saw him hesitate « please Hvitserk, I miss you » I search his fingers with my hand, he shake his head “alright” That night, it was like nothing else matter, just the two of us in the dark, kissing each other and cuddling. « I wish it wasn’t like that » he whisper to me, with anger but also a lot of sadness. It wouldn’t taking long before they seriously got in a huge fight everyone would regret. « I have a surprise for you tomorrow night, come please » I smiled at him, happy that he asked. I dressed the best I could, and join him in his hut. « I tried my best » he said, his hand behind his back, silently glancing between you and the table he made with some food and some candles.

In the middle of a joke, the door suddenly opened.

« I thought I could find you here » Ivar crawl to you, not even looking at his brother. « Ivar » mutter Hvitserk between his teeth. « What is it brother, am I disturbing a romantic night? » « Like you’d know what a romantic night is Ivar » laughed Hvitserk You watch them insulting each other without moving a single muscle of your body. «  What did you say? » Ivar turn a little bit closer to his brother. « You never have been with a woman don’t you? how could you know how to treat her anyway “ If look could kill, Hvitserk would be dead.

“Hvitserk stop” I interfere.  “I really can’t believe you are still with him, look at him” Hvitserk say showing Ivar at his feet with a disgusted face.  Ivar shout a loud scream and catch his brother legs, Hvtiserk fall brutally on the floor, trying to escape the strength of Ivar’s arm. « ARE YOU INSANE, IVAR LET HIM GO » « YOU’RE CRAZY » yelled Hvitserk, trying to push him and escape his legs  « Ivar, IVAR » I grabbed him by the shoulder, but he pushed me too.

Hvitserk kicked him the shoulder and grab his sword not far from the table, and put it under Ivar throat. « Do it » say Ivar, a devil smile on his face. Hvitserk was shaking. « I beg you Hvitserk, do not » He glance at you, and look at my watery eyes, and throw his sword away with a ravenous scream. « Leave her alone or I’ll killed you » he said to Ivar « Right, like you did just now » Ivar reply with a smirk, and Since I’m the only man in this family, I suggest a proper fight what do you think? » « Ivar , how can you think win a fight without even walking? » « You ask to many questions, are you scared? » Ivar eyes was madness, I never saw that.

« They will be no fight » I claim my voice broke from the tears They both stare at me with incomprehension « They will be no fight » I repeat « because I don’t want to be the girl who rip a family appart » « I’m not sure to understand » ask softly Hvitserk « I love you both, I really do and I can’t choose, who wants to see her lovers kill each others? I think it’s for the best if I didn’t want you.. both.. » « WHAT, NO Y/N » claim the two boys at the same time. It hurt but it was for the best, it was selfish to make them fight for you. « I don’t want a man who is capable to kill his own blood »

It’s a ending I choose to do i’m aware it will not suit everyone x

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[lordavanti]

Dark Hvitserk

For god sake, I blame @inthenameofodin for all of this. I still need to write a big part of her dom!Ivar fic but I couldn’t resist at least on a little dark Hvitserk either. Althrough I find him compelling in another way than Ivar, dangerous all the same. I need to get back to my normal innocent fics, but for the time being, naah, why not.

Modern Dark Hvitserk Words: 1447

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You sat crouched down, looking over the evidence smearing over the streets. Murder never was pretty but you got used to it, just as somebody got used to cleaning toilets or changing diapers. You were used to this, the eyes of people looking shocked over the scene, the blood, the bullet wounds. While all day saw was blood and terror you saw five different scenario’s to this. You looked up, gazing to the people behind the tape. Solving crimes wasn’t you first year, you were an excellent profiler, you knew people, you knew danger when you saw it and you kept it strict for work. It was getting dark, the streetlight flickered over the scene while agents walked around. But you weren’t looking at them, your eyes rested on two young men. One of them, the tallest was looking at you before he whispered and the second looked your way to. They were both different, the one seemed younger had a man bun, holding up his dark hair while the other had lighter brown hair, all laying back on his head. They were … attractive. The one with the man bun looked aside to the other, a slow smile spreading on his handsome face before he walked away. When you looked back to the other he wasn’t standing there anymore. ‘What do you think?’ Somebody pulled you out of thoughts and you looked back down. ‘This is the fourth victim.’ ‘This is a hit, somebody is trying to get something out of the way.’ You nodded, not being completely with your mind in the work. You stood up, curling your fingers in your hair while looking around, you needed that drink. You were an animal of habit, always going to the same bar, taking the same route to work, working the same routine in the morning. You divorced a year ago and didn’t saw a single men since then. The man behind the bar nodded to you, serving you your favorite drink without asking. You pulled your jacket of and sat down on the barstool. You grabbed the glass and took a good swallow of the drink. ‘Touch case?’ The barman asked. You nodded, resting your head on your arm, shifting your gaze only to notice him again. He was sitting in the corner, a little in the dark, his finger trailing over his glass, his feet resting against the barstool beside him. He looked at you and something about the smile he threw made you squeeze a little together on the inside. You looked back to your glass, deciding how stupid you would be before doing the stupid thing and grabbing your jacket and glass to walk over to him. ‘You were on the crime scene.’ You said without an introducing. He pushed his feet against the barstool, almost presenting it to you. ‘Well, good evening to you to detective.’ ‘What were you doing there?’ You asked while you sat down on the barstool. He leaned a little forward, embracing his own glass with two hands before looking aside to you, green eyes gazing into yours. ‘Is this you asking as a detective or a friendly citizen?’ He asked you right back. You looked back to your glass, deciding for yourself if it was worth to go hunting on somebody because he was that type … dangerously attractive. ‘None of both.’ You decided. He titled his head and softly smiled. ‘In that case, Hvitserk.’ He introduced himself, stretching his hand out. ‘Y/n.’ ‘I know.’ He said with slightly squeezed together eyes. You took his hand and shook it, glaring into each other’s eyes. You shook your head, a little confused by the impact of that gaze. ‘Who was with you, on the scene?’ You asked, bringing your glass to your lips to drink. Hvitserk nodded to the barman to order two more drinks. ‘My brother, Ivar.’ ‘Do you do that often, visiting crime scenes?’ You asked. He chuckled, leaning back in the dark. He was like the kind of predator that made you swoon before attacking. ‘As an detective, do you believe in the perfect murder?’ He asked out of the blew. You immediately shook your head. After years of solving cases there wasn’t such a thing as the perfect murder. ‘Planning on committing one?’ You asked, somewhere a little playful. He bowed forward, bringing his face closer to yours. ‘If I was planning one I wouldn’t tell you.’ He whispered with that crooked up grin of him. You looked down over his face, nodding and believing. ‘By the way, I’m not that kind of a hunter.’ ‘What kind of a hunter you are then?’ You asked right away. He leaned back again, bringing his glass to his lips and drank. He didn’t answer and yet, by the way he looked at you, you already knew. He drank his glass empty and placed in on the bar, tapping his fingers on the wood. ‘The kind of hunter that knows everything.’ He answered you and in some way you believed him. The profiler in you believed every word of what he said and you didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. You drank one glass to much and you felt it in your head, loosening up more than you used to. ‘Let me gave you a lift home.’ He suggested, fingers grabbing around your elbow as you jumped from your barstool. You looked to it before your eyes trailed over his chest up into those eyes. He wasn’t good, that profiler in your head pulled the alarm bells more than once. He was to open, to open meant he didn’t had something to fear. He couldn’t be an innocent guy, he didn’t look like one … he had something dangerous, masking behind the easy charm. It seemed all so easy, giving that and the other indicators you couldn’t trust him. He was good company, easy and catching on the eye, gentle in using words. And here you were, nodding on his suggestion on bringing you home. ‘I didn’t knew detectives were this outgoing.’ He chuckled while leading you out. ‘Well, I have a serious job that doesn’t mean I can have some fun after hours.’ ‘No man waiting at home?’ He asked, opening his door. You looked to his car, an nice sportive car. ‘I thought you knew everything.’ You stated, letting your body slip into the leather seats. He stepped in and started the car, driving it on the road. ‘I know everything. I’m not really gonna scare you away, you are the one having the gun.’ He looked for a moment aside to you and you turned your head to look out of the window, directing him towards your house. When he stopped he was so kind on opening the door for you, walking you the whole way to the front door. ‘You are not just bumping in to me on a crime scene and waiting me up at a bar just for this.’ You spilled it out, looking for your keys. He leaned against the door, looking down to you. He was way to close and you thinking wasn’t optimal. ‘No.’ He answered you honestly. You felt a finger against the skin of your neck, following your white shirt until the first bottom. ‘I saw you the first time working on a case you still haven’t solved. I want you,’ those three words just made you numb as he unbuttoned the first button. ‘I need you to solve that case.’ He whispered, fingers sliding further over your skin to the second button. ‘You are way to beautiful you know.’ ‘And you are way to dark.’ You whispered back. ‘A little darkness doesn’t hurt.’ He lowered his face, crashing his lips onto yours. You had already opened your door from behind and you both stepped in without releasing each other. ‘The things I imagined to do with you.’ He unbuttoned the last one and his fingers scoured your body while you landed against the wall. You were out of breath, looking up into his dark lustful eyes. Damn, what were you doing. ‘Which case?’ You asked as his eyes drifted off over your body. His lips cased your neck, fingers clawing in the soft fabrics of your covered breast, you couldn’t resist to throw your head back, moan softly. ‘I wanted to hear that, for months now.’ He said, hungry, he felt needy, hands pushing his way over your body. He had trapped you, just like the profiler in you said, he wasn’t right. He trapped you with only a few charming words and a smile and now you couldn’t escape.

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[disasterofastory]

Gesundheit! (Hvitserk x Reader)

Gesundheit! Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: mention of sex

The walls between our apartments are so thin, when you sneezed I automatically yelled “Gesundheit!” and now I’m holding my breath and wait to see if you yell something back. - from THIS prompt list

The silence becomes awkward. Your hands still are on your mouth, waiting for your neighbor's reaction. You stare at the patterns of your blanket as you put down your laptop next to you on the bed. You try to be quiet as if you stopped existing. Maybe, just maybe, if you are silent enough, you can leave your flat and the country too. You can start a new life somewhere far away from the handsome guy.

The light-colored walls of your apartment are thin and almost useless.

That’s why you yelled “Gesundheit!” to Hvitserk.

“Thanks,” he answers after a while. “The movie, you watching,” he continues. “Is good.”

With a silent squeal of agony, you place your pillow on your face, playing with the thought you strangle yourself with it.

After your encounter with your neighbor, you feel like a stalker. You try to be quiet in your own home, and you always make sure it’s all clear before you leave or come back. Sometimes you hear him moving around or talking, and it makes you feel worse.

Those damn walls.

Few months go by, and you start to forget the accident. You continue with your life as usual. You go to work, you invite your friends over, and you have dates.

And one-night stands.

You are still in your oversized t-shirt when one morning you open the door to a guy you spent your night with. He smiles at you as a goodbye, and without looking back, he disappears at the turn of the stairs. You look after him for a few moments before you hear something next to you.

With widening eyes, you stare at your neighbor, who just smirks at you, closing his door. He wears jeans and a blue jumper, which highlights his blue eyes. He looks over your underdressed form as he moves to the stairs, and you feel your skin heating up at his shameless attention.

“Hey,” he says after a while, looking up to your eyes.

“Hey,” you answer awkwardly.

“It was… weak,” he says, nodding to your bedroom.

At first, you don’t even know what he is talking about, but following his gaze, you put the pieces together. You look back at him with a gasp, grabbing your door.

“You eavesdropped?”

“It was not hard,” he says. He doesn’t seem awkward or guilty about it. “If you remember…”

You just huff at his rude behavior, shutting the door to separate you from the idiot outside.

Your days become awkward once again. You do everything to avoid Hvtiserk for a whole week, but you can’t help yourself but think about him. He looked good when you last saw him. His hair was tied in a messy bun, and he could seduce every woman with that smile.

Ugh.

You are an idiot.

But he is an idiot too.

On Saturday morning, you sit down at your table to finish your work for the weekend. Your coffee mug is still warm in your hand, and you stare at the screen blankly.

You hear them again.

The unknown girl giggles at something, and soon you hear the door opening and closing. You hear Hvitserk movements while you think about your next step, biting your lip. Your gaze moves to the wall before you as you take a deep breath for your next words.

“You really tried to impress me like this?” You ask him louder. You forget to breathe as you wait for an answer.

Your night was long and awkward because of your blonde neighborhood and the girl he brought home. They were loud and… heated. You would lie if you said Hvitserk’s moans didn’t turn you on, but you felt ashamed because of it.

“You eavesdropped?” He asks after a few seconds. You can still hear the cockiness in his voice despite the wall between you.

“It was not hard,” you answer with the same word he used a week ago.

After your small talk, the silence comes back between you two, and you continue with your work. You try to forget his moans and raspy voice from last night, but you can’t help yourself but imagine him above you. When the afternoon comes, you don't even know who you're angrier with, him or the fact that you had to shower because of him.

If it continues like this, you really have to find another apartment far from Hvitserk and his… grunts.

Your finger lingers above one of your booty calls name in your phone when you hear a knock on your door. You drop the device on your bed, walking to the entrance.

“Oh,” you gasp, staring back at the tall, blonde figure in front of you.

Hvitserk smiles at your surprised reaction, lifting the two bottles of wine in his hands.

“I thought about your comment,” he says without greeting.

He doesn’t seem smug, standing at the doorway, waiting for your answer. His smile is genuine, and you can see small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when his lips move up.

“Come in,” you tell him after a while, waking up from your shock.

“Finally!”

You and Hvitserk look at each other with mouths open and then

up to the ceiling where the voice came from.

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[athedemonsqueen]

The King and Queen of Kattegat (Vikings)

Season 2

Chapter nine

The following day, Ivar sat in his throne and went into deep thought. It was early in the morning and it was unlike us to be up before the rooster. Either way, I was happy my husband was home and everything was falling back into place. It was perfect for me. I took some flowers I've found in the back and brought them in to put on the table.

I turned to Ivar who was still in deep thought and then the flowers. "I've never seen a man think the way you do now," I said. I put the flowers down and began to trim them.

"I'm thinking of Headmund."

"Why?"

"Should we really Blood Eagle him?"

I swiftly turned to him and said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I have a lot of respect for Bishop Heahmund, and I admire the man."

"He also broke your legs in two places, and starved you!" I said, wiping the table of the stems.

"I helped in the death of Lagertha and I admired her."

"I suppose you can still admire a person even in their death," Ivar said.

I was not pleased with Ivar's decision and as he looked to me to agree with him. I did not. Ivar may forgive him for what he has done. I can't help to think of the emotional and mental damage the Bishop has put Hvitserk and I through. Without looking at Ivar all I gave him is,

"Mm."

"What do you not agree with me?" Ivar said.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes to him, "I do not forgive that man, Ivar."

"And why not?" His voice became stern, I became very angry as I went over to him, "Do you not realize the heartbreak we felt not knowing where you were or where to look for you?" I shouted.

I walked up the stairs and said, "The man deserves to die, blood eagle is too good for him!"I walked back down the steps and towards the door while cursing in my language.

"Yrsa!" Ivar called for me. I took up Ivar's sword and my way to the hut Heamund was in.

Suddenly Hvitserk appeared taking away the sword as I swung at him. I growled as Hvitserk stopped me.

"No, it's me," Hvitserk said, pulling me close. I pushed him away as I backed away slowly. Ivar appeared around the corner, out of breath.

"Why do you not lower your eyes?" "I'm the Queen!" I shouted, walking past Hvitserk and back home.

Hvitserk turned to Ivar for an answer as Ivar shook his head. He turned back around and followed me home. I never forgave myself for treating Hvitserk that way and I was too prideful to apologize for my actions. I made a vow that my pride will never get in my way ever again.

Ivar agreed to Blood Eagle Heamund that night. Ivar would conduct the process as I stood with Hvitserk. Before we stepped out Ivar turned to me, adjusting my crown on my head.

"Are you sure you can do this?" He asked.

"What?"

"Well, watching this might be difficult for you since it's your first time."

"Hvitserk will be right there, I'm sure I can stomach whatever maybe."

"Of course."

I've never seen this done before and I was anxious to see how it went. Once I saw Ivar cutting Headmund open from behind, still alive and separating his skin from his meat; I suddenly felt the need to gag.

"Excuse me," I swiftly said, running to the water and throwing up. I could not go back to see that. Any Viking would be able to stomach that. This is something I will be struggling with for the rest of my life. I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't even go home that night.

The next day, I wandered around Kattegat, I looked around the small shops and listened to the chatter. Some people confronted me about the previous night, some told me not to threaten it, and others accused me of being a Christian secretly. I was pretty much defenseless against them. I felt more disconnected from Kattegat.

Eventually, I found myself in another part of the town. It's not even a town, it's a city. It's hard to believe it's evolved since the time of Ragnar. I didn't know where I was, and I don't think the people knew who I was either. They stared at me as I passed them. The children continued to play in the streets, some even bowed to me.

"You are Yrsa, no?" Asked a young lady. She had blonde hair and dark blue eyes and her face was painted blue.

"Yes, I am." She suddenly removed my sword and went to strike me. I gasped as my eyes widened.

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Ivar's P.O.V

Yrsa had me worried sick. I have not seen her since last night. She did not come to bed and she did not come to breakfast. Hvitserk has looked all over town for her. He did not give up until he came home early that afternoon. He looked tired and out of breath as he sat down to drink some mead.

"Well?" I asked.

"No sign of her."

I scoffed, sitting back into my throne. "If I knew she was going to be this free-spirited I would' ve-"

Hvtiserk looked at me and smiled. "Marriage life has got to you, brother?" He laughed.

I smiled. I love my Yrsa, I love her deeply. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with her in spirit. She has a strong spirit, she is independent and she is prideful. She is a true Viking and I love her for who she is. Even if she isn't a Viking, I would love her. If she was those high-class princesses; I would change everything to be part of her.

"Maybe you could use a break from married life?" Hvitserk said, smiling.

I chuckled, "Maybe you should consider marriage," I said, I threw a piece of bread at Hvitserk. He laughed.

"She's out there, dear brother," he said, coming up to me.

"Is she?" I said, raising an eyebrow. Hivtserk stood and looked at me as I found out a secret.

He cleared his throat and said, "I'm going back out, it's getting late and Kattegat grows by the hour."

I nodded, "I'll be right behind you."

I worry about my marriage with Hvitserk around and I dread to think of what may have gone on while I was away.

If we are to be husband and wife, you need to trust me.

I chuckled, as I got up. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. I got my horse and chariot ready. My worry grew each passing moment Yrsa wasn't home. She is defenseless out there and she doesn't know Kattegat that well. Even though this is my home, I do know all of it myself. I snapped the reigns and followed Hvitserk's voice as he shouts,

"Yrsa."

I followed Hvitserk closely until we came to a part of the town that we were not as familiar with. I got off my horse and looked around the people.

"You know who I'm, I'm Ivar the Boneless, king of Kattegat, I'm looking for Yrsa, your Queen..." I shouted.

They stood almost in fear of me. It was frustrating, I'm not here to hurt anyone I just want my wife and go home.

I turned to a small child standing with his mother. He had short hair and blue eyes. He reminded me of myself when I was a child. I went over to him and bent over to him. He was not afraid of me, he looked curious. A brave little boy.

"Hello," I said, softly. "What is your name?"

"My name is Thorin," he said, softly.

"Thorin, what a nice name."

The boy smiled, "Maybe you can help me, Thorin."

He nodded, letting go of his mother's hand, "I'm looking for my wife, your Queen, Yrsa."

"I've seen her, sir."

"Wonderful!" I picked him up, with my upper body, and balanced him on my shoulder.

"Can you show me?"

With a large smile, he pointed straight, and that is when I saw Hvitserk talking with Yrsa. I became content, as I placed the boy down. I stumbled over to them and sat down next to her. I cannot say I was happy with her, the stress she has placed upon me, but I would also like to hear her explanation.

"Do you mind telling me why you are all the ways over here?" I asked. Her face was covered in blood.

"Hmm?"

"Ivar-" Hvitserk said, "She was attacked." I looked at her and saw a wave of guilt on her face.

"I don't understand," She said, softly, "I feel horrible that I had to end her, it wasn't easy, but on the other hand-" she looked over to me.

I sighed, "You had to defend yourself, you did the right thing."

"I'm so tired of death, Ivar, but I'm Viking that's all I should crave."

"Is that what this is about?" I exclaimed. I sighed, "Darling when I said no more raiding I truly meant it, does that make me less of a Viking?" She looked at me.

"Before you came into my life, I was so angry, and now you're here, and I'm peaceful now."

Yrsa smiled at me as she laid her head on my shoulder. "I'm at peace now because of you."

I got up and went over to a blue parrot and brought it over to her and placed it in her lap.

"He is a funny fellow!" I said, laughing. He tried to flap his wings, I can imagine he broke his wings.

She began to laugh, "What's so funny?" I asked.

"I know what his name should be." She stroked his feathers.

"What?"

"Ivar the Flightless!"

I couldn't help but laugh, it is the perfect name for a bird. I took it from her and held him in my hands.

"Just because you are flightless, doesn't mean you can't fly." He climbed up my shoulder and sat nicely. I could tell by Yrsa's expression she was much better.

"Come on, let's go home!"

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