#marco ilsø fanfic

[ubbesbabymama]

Finally.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk Ragnarsson.

↳ Summary. Hvitserk is kind of in love with his brother’s slave.

↳ Word count. 3.3K.

↳ Warnings. Violence (a random man tries to force stuff but failed, it is not detailed), death (none of the main characters), smut.

↳ Note. Let’s flip things around as they’re in the show with Ivar being obsessed with a slave that is close with his brothers. Also, this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s bad (i know it is).

He thinks he’s doing amazing at hiding his feelings, for he doesn’t want to give too much information on it so nobody takes it from him, but if there’s one thing everyone in Kattegat knows is how in love Prince Hvitserk is with you, Ivar’s personal slave.

From what he knows, you haven’t even had sex with his little brother and Ivar actually treats you well, which is already confusing for Hvitserk, and everybody. The first thing that caught his attention from you was the way you treat his brother and the way Ivar never seems to get angry at you, it’s almost as if you were Floki, the person that Ivar adores.

“You need a warm bath,” You murmur to Ivar when all the brothers are sitting in the great hall. You were doing your respective chores but always keeping an eye on your prince, and Hvitserk would always silently wish that he was the center of your attention instead.

“I don’t,” Ivar snarls rolling his eyes and all the slaves around gasp when you softly smack his shoulder.

“Yes you do, I haven’t finished cleaning all the tables and you have made more faces than ever,” You tell him, your tone not disrespectful but not trembling like every other slave that talks to Ivar. “It’s getting cold, your legs are hurting. I can see it.”

“It always surprises me how you never seem to get angry at her,” Ubbe says, smiling at you. “Knowing that you’re always angry.”

“Because she never treated me differently ever since she was brought here,” Ivar says, taking his crutches from you. “She takes care of me and my legs without making me feel like a fucking hindrance.”

As soon as you put one of Ivar’s arms around you Hvitserk jumps from his seat.

“I’ll help you,” He says to Ivar and the man in question just chuckle.

For months Hvitserk has settled with being close to you like that. He would offer to help Ivar to do his things knowing that you would be following not so far behind.

“Also, she is my pride,” Ivar tells Ubbe when you are almost at the door and Hvitserk looks at his feet. “Knowing that all my brothers want what's mine.”

Hvitserk doesn’t say anything and just keeps helping his brother.

It’s not Ivar that stops Hvitserk from seducing you, it’s you. You don’t talk to the others like you do with your prince, you don’t serve them unless there are not slaves around and you have to, you don’t even look interested in them and as much as he wants you, Ubbe has taught him that first, you need to want him in order to make you his.

“Give me a moment, my prince, I need to heat the water,” You murmur to Ivar who takes his arm from around you.

When you’re out of their sight Ivar looks at his brother with a teasing smile.

“When are you going to stop following my slave around, mhm?” He asks with a teasing tone and Hvitserk sighs. “Are you not tired of pretending that you want to help me just to be close to her?”

“When did you find out?” Hvitserk whispers and Ivar laughs.

“The day mother made her my personal slave,” He answers and his brother sucks a breath. “Everybody knows, just so you know.”

“W-what?” Hvitserk tries to distract himself by moving the tub for his brother while Ivar is sitting on a chair.

“What? You thought nobody knew? She is my slave, of course, I’m going to be aware of how other men look at her, especially if their eyes are full of lust.” He shrugs.

“Have you…?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with her,” Ivar answers the question that has been eating his brother alive and decides to help him a little more. “I decided I would never force myself on her, for she’s the only one that treats me like a human being, but if you want my advice, you will never have her if you don’t talk to her.”

“I thought she was yours.” Hvitserk says and Ivar nods.

“Oh, she is, but what kind of prince would I be if I don’t let my slave enjoy herself?” He hums and points a finger at his brother. “As long as you don’t stop her from coming to me.”

“I would never,” Hvitserk says with a big smile and a hand on his heart, happy that he has his brother’s kind of approval.

Ivar suddenly looks behind his brother and smiles and that’s all he needs to know that you’re back, so he turns around and helps you with the water, getting not more than a quick bow from you, he looks at Ivar who just smiles and shrug as if he wants to say ‘I already told you.’

“Why aren’t you married?” Ivar suddenly asks you and Hvitserks mentally thanks his brother for helping him.

“Are you joking?” You ask him while taking his clothes off and he dramatically gasps.

“Why would I be joking, Y/N?” Ivar says with a teasing smirk and you chuckle.

Y/N. Hvitserk adores that name and the way it rolls out of his tongue, he wishes nothing more than to moan it right onto your mouth while you ride him.

“Tell me my prince, who wants to marry a slave? And not any slave, but the slave of the scariest prince, uhm? If I had a chance it vanished the moment you said that my love interest has to ask for your permission” You say but the smile in your face shows that you’re not bitter about it. To you, it’s actually a blessing not having to worry about bad people around you since they’re scared of your prince. It’s not like marriage has been on your mind since you got sold around so much before finding this kind of stability in Kattegat.

Ivar was smiling proudly.

“Of course, I can’t hand you to a nobody, you are in charge of me,” He says and you nod, he hums. “But then, what about an earl? Or another prince? Someone who’s my equal would not be so scared to approach you.”

“Oh, that’s true, now tell me, what earl, prince, or king would even look my way? I’m a slave,” You laugh.

“Me,” Hvitserk says and Ivar’s smirk turns into a full smile. “I certainly have looked your way too many times.”

You stay there, with your hands in the water that were massaging Ivar’s legs freeze on the spot, looking at Hvitserk speechless. You look at Ivar for confirmation and he smiles.

“That’s correct.”

You stay silent again, and after some torturing minutes, you look between the brothers.

“You need me to satisfy—?”

“No,” Ivar interrupts you with a harsh tone, but you don’t seem scared. “You will not be a toy for my brothers.”

“I don’t understand then,” You say and look at Hvitserk, who smiles at you.

“I want you to be my woman, that is,” He says and you gasp, making Ivar chuckle. “I have talked to Ivar so I wouldn’t get killed for even wishing that.”

“And you said yes?!” You ask Ivar, he nods and you scream from happiness and jump on him to hug him, not caring that your dress was getting wet or that you just interrupted the prince’s bath.

In all the months that you were in Kattegat not once had Hvitserk seen you laughing like that, or even being affectionate towards someone, and on top of that he has never seen Ivar so comfortable around a woman that wasn’t their mother, and more so with him currently being naked and his legs being on display.

“But, why?” You ask, and they both look at you, understanding that you were asking both of them.

“If you marry an earl from another land then they would take you away from me, it’s in my best interests that you marry one of my brothers so you remain here, in Kattegat,” Ivar explains and you laugh sitting back and caressing his head. You look at Hvitserk who just gives you a smirk.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He explains and you giggle. “I like you, I want to make you my wife.”

“I don’t know you, my prince.” You say, your smile not flattering and he shrugs.

“Now you will.” He smiles, standing up and leaving you and your prince alone.

“You like him?” Ivar asks you when you two are alone, and you hum.

“He caught my attention a long time ago, I just didn’t entertain the thought,” You murmur and he looks at you with a small smile.

“Entertain it now.”

The next time you see Hvitserk is at the feast that queen Aslaug throws in honor of the great number of merchants and travelers that have come to Kattegat. This time, instead of just letting you ignore him, he stops you when you walk near him.

“Hello, Y/N.” He says. “Are you going to still ignore me?”

You smile at him apologetically and point at the room.

“I’m sorry, my prince, since there are so many people I have to help the others, not just prince Ivar, so I am busier than on others' feasts.” You explain to him and he hums.

“So that’s the reason why Ivar looks angry today after months,” He says and you laugh. “And by the way, you look amazing.”

You smile and give him a little show by turning around and showing him your dress, allowing him to look you up and down slowly, his stare lingering a little bit in your cleavage.

“Ivar gave me this dress as a gift and wished for me to wear it tonight so I did.” You say and he hums, his hand coming to your small back and leaning to talk right in your ear so no one could hear you.

“Don’t let no man but me take it off, yeah?” He whispers and you hum, moving till your lips are on his ear.

“Then make sure to not let me lose, my prince.”

And just like that, you move, going back to work as if you didn’t just give him the biggest boner he’s ever had.

And he did as you say, watching you like a hawk the whole night, not caring when you look in his direction and make movements with your hands to tell him to stop, he would just shrug and grab his cock over his pants for you to see and you would giggle and keep on your tasks.

“You shouldn’t drink more ale, otherwise the medicine I make for your legs is not going to have the effect,” You whisper in Ivar’s ear.

“If you bring me my medicine I’ll drink it now, but you have to promise me not to wake me up tomorrow so early to drink it.” He says with feigned anger, you nod.

“Deal.” You clap and turn around, walking to the kitchen.

You don’t have time to make it into the kitchen when you’re yanked and trapped between a stranger and the wall.

“W-who?!” You try to move.

Unknown to you, another man has been watching you too and was misunderstanding all your flirting with the prince, thinking you were just offering yourself to anybody instead.

“Come on, slave, satisfy me right now,” The man was trying to scrunch up your dress but you constantly elbowing him was making it difficult.

“Let me go! Let me go right now!” You scream, doing everything you can to not let his hand get under your dress.

Tired of your fidgeting the man throws you to the ground and that’s the moment Hvitserk grabs the man by the hair and pulls him back.

“What do you think you’re doing with my woman?” He grunts.

Ivar comes crawling as fast as he can and you crawl to him till you are close enough to let him wrap you in his arms, you’re trembling and Ivar has murder on his mind. Hvitserk looks worse than Ivar.

“W-what? No! It’s a slave, I was messing with a slave—,” The man tries to explain himself but is interrupted.

“MY slave.” “–MY woman,” The brothers say in unison and the color drains from the man’s face.

“No, no, no, my lords, i-i didn’t know, please forgive—,”

Even Ivar is impressed when he sees the tip of Hvitserk sword’s coming out of the man’s stomach, meaning his brother has just stabbed the man with no more questions to ask.

“Next time you better choose right.” Hvitserk grunts, pushing the man and watching the pool of blood coming from under him. He cleans his sword with the dead man’s clothes and only then looks at you.

He curses when he sees you with tears in your eyes and gripping Ivar’s clothes as if you’re afraid that he’s going to disappear. Hvitserk gets close and takes you in his arms, nodding to Ivar to let him know that he has you, and walks out of the great hall.

“I can walk,” You whisper.

“I know.” He murmurs.

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take you wherever he wants. He takes you to your home which is not so far from the great hall since Ivar wants you as close as he can get you. That’s the reason why you have your own house too, so he could come whenever he wants and not be seen as a monster by the other slaves.

“We are here,” He puts you down but you don’t move around, instead putting your hands on his chest and looking at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Thank you for protecting me, for killing for me,” You whisper, he put his hands on top of yours noticing that your trembling it’s almost gone.

“I would do that and more for you, are you hurt?” You shake your head without looking away and he sighs, leaning a little. “I said, don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” You ask and his hands slowly slide from your hands to your shoulders and then all the way down until they stop at the small of your back.

“Because I will have a hard time controlling myself,” He whispers, leaning a little more. “I told you to not let another man but me take that dress off, you thought I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“I was hoping for you to follow—,”

He crashes his lips with yours and you have to hold onto his arms to not fall from the force, but you kiss him back right away. He was devouring your mouth, working all that pent-up lust out of his body.

He bends a little to put his hand on the back of your knees and pull you up, forcing you to surround his waist with your legs, trapping him. He walks to the table there and place you on top, his lips going from your mouth to your neck.

He leans back and gives you a quick kiss before starting with your dress, undoing the front while you look at his face attentively.

“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper and he giggles but sucks a breath when he softly pulls down your dress, watching your upper half naked and ready for him.

“You’re the gorgeous one, my lady,” He whispers, and finishes taking the whole dress down your legs and then positions himself between them, looking down at your naked body with desire. “All this is mine?”

You shrug and he raises his eyebrows at your bratty attitude, loving it.

He returns to your neck and lick, bite, and mark every corner, letting a trail of kisses until he’s in front of your breast, he takes one in one hand and the other in his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting softly your nipple, making you let out a loud moan, he does the same to the other and you have to nail down his forearms to control your noises.

“Don’t have to hold back,” He mumbles, his voice sounding muffled. “Scream as much as you want.”

You tug at his clothes.

“I don’t want you in these.” You whine, and he stands up and starts taking everything off like it was on fire, just to then take you in his arms again and throw you on your bed.

He freezes when you hold yourself on your elbows and open your legs to him, giving him a clear view of all your glory. He falls on his knees and locks yours with his arms before diving right into your center, giving you a long lick without a warning.

“O-Ohh” You whine, your hand flying to his hair and gripping it.

He devours you like you’re what he needs to be kept alive, he doesn’t budge when you try to move his head when it’s getting too much, instead pinching your nipples as a punishment when you try to take your cunt away from him.

“I-I can’t,” You cry out, your legs shaking. “Hvitserk, p-please.”

He just hums with satisfaction and keeps going and it is when you look down that you find him already looking at you with adoration that you explode, coming right onto his mouth and crying his name so loud that you’re certain you were heard at least three houses away from where you are.

When he stands on his knees you’re trying to catch your breath, with a hand on your chest and another on your mouth.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” He whispers and you do it, he smiles. “You okay?”

“Nobody has ever done it so… vigorously,” You sob.

“You taste amazing,” He whispers as an explanation while getting on top of you and between your leg, he shrugs smugly. “Perhaps you haven’t been with a man that wants you as much as I do.”

You moan at his words and he takes his cock in his hand, coating it in your juices and his saliva, sighing at the feeling. When his tip is at your entrance he stops, just touching your clit with his tip.

“Please, I want you inside,” You beg and he ignores your pleas, you nail down his arm. “Hvitserk, please.”

“I’m going to ask you again, sweet Y/N,” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly. “All this is mine?”

“Y-Yes, it’s all yours, I am y-yours…. Oh, fuck,” You moan loudly when he thrust softly, going so slow that tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Good gods, he feels amazing inside of you. “S-so full.”

“You’re perfect, you feel perfect,” He moans in your ear making you tremble, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Yeah?” You say in a rushed voice, and he looks at you. “Please do, lose your mind and fuck me good, Hvitserk.”

Oh, what have you done?

He pulls out and flips you around on all four just to thrust again, hard, you scream and in response, he smacks your ass, you bring your hand back to try to slow him down but he just bends it at the elbow and traps it between your small back and his hand, showing you no mercy.

“Still mine?” He asks with a smug smile, oh how he adores the sounds you were making and how out of it you look.

“Yours, yours, just yours” You were chanting, bringing your other hand back to slow him down and getting it trapped too. You cry and sob and he moans.

“Give it to me, come on, give me what I want,” He grunts, he smacks your ass. “Give it to me.”

And in tune with his order, you scream, your vision going blank and your body shaking so much that he has to pin you down. He thrust three more times before shooting his seed inside you with a loud moan.

Instead of just pushing you around, as you are used, he pulls out and leans to let a path of wet kisses from your small back to your shoulder, he gives you one last kiss on the side of your head.

“Finally mine,” He whispers.

You smile and close your eyes.

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[popcorn1989]

Pairing: Alex x Marco x F!reader Summary: You're working on set at the filming of Vikings. Helping out here and there, but your main job was to take care of the actors when they needed something. (Food, handing out jackets etc.) Until now everything was going smoothly, but soon you had to deal with Alex and Marco, who tries to annoy you mightily. Warning: I don't think there is anything that could trigger you. If yes, forgive me. *Note: The stories are fictional and are based on pictures I found on the internet. Words: 2820

"Have you forgotten something"

Today will be a good day - you thought to yourself, no Alex far and wide, today you didn't see him. So you could finish your work, without interruption. Yes, today will be a good day. The weather also played along, and you had decided to take your camera with you, because you would have time, after work, to take some nice landscape pictures. You had it around your neck, and it was bobbing back and forth in joyful anticipation, in front of your chest.

"What's for dinner today?" yelled Felix, looking up at you from his film camera as you passed him, "I don't know yet, I'd have to ask the cooks" you smiled at him before turning around and reaching the spot where the actors' small campers were parked. Gustaf, sat, with his Floki makeup on, in front of the open door of his camper and waved at you.

Joyfully you waved back, yes today will be a quiet and great day, everyone was here except Alex. You walked up to Gustaf who looked at you a bit questioningly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out several candies. "Well there I go, can't say no" he spoke and took the candy that was wrapped in the red paper. "Your turn in a minute?" you ask curiously. But Gustaf shook his head. "I guess I'll have to wait another hour. They had technical problems, but don't ask me which ones, I have no idea about that" - "Hm" you nod. "Is there something on your mind? Do you want me to get you something?" again he shook his head "You know me, I have everything I need" - "Let me know if that changes, that's what I'm here for. I'll go on."

You waved again joyfully before you went on your way again, and he did the same, smiled and waved after you. Oh wonderful, nothing that could spoil your mood today - joyfully, you let your steps bounce a little. Your braid bobbed back and forth on your head, your smile was so wide that you infected everyone who saw you. Katheryn, in her full Lagertha outfit, came up to you and opened her arms wide for you to hug her. You found yourself in a long hug, with her squealing joyfully. Then she let go of you and looked at the camera "Oh, did I break it?" she spoke and picked up, the cover, of the lens. "Oh, it's so old, it's survived a lot more" you laughed and took the black cover and clicked it back in front of the camera lens. "Was just the cover, it's loose" you beam at her again.

"I didn't really want to ask you, but I can't help it" - "Okay, I'm always here for you, you know that" - "I'm so craving chocolate. Maybe, but only if you have time, could you bring me something?" you nod a little exaggerated "Which one exactly, any wish" she waved off "Anyone, the one from last time maybe?" - "The one with the white dots?" she pointed at you and raised her eyebrows "Yeah, that one was damn tasty" again you nodded, you were sure you had another one somewhere in your suitcases "I'll put it in your camper later" She smiled happily as she was called. "I have to go to makeup, I'll see you and thanks" she said stroking your cheek before disappearing.

You continue your way, you had been given the task to take care of the tent again, chairs, tables, drinks, then you should go to the costumes and help where they needed you at the moment. In between you would get the chocolate, briefly you considered making a note in your phone, but you decided not to do that until several actors made requests. You liked Katheryn, she was always so kind and loving to you, your smile came back when you thought about her. Yes, really nothing could change your mood today. Nothing at all… - when you stopped abruptly. Alex was standing in front of a camper and smoking a cigarette. He stared strained at his cell phone. You quickly disappeared behind a camper, hoping that he hadn't seen you. Can't be true - you thought, annoyed.

How quickly such a mood could change. He wasn't actually scheduled to come today ...or they changed their mind and needed him after all, great - you leaned back against the side of the camper and thought about how best to avoid him when your cell phone vibrated. You reach into your pocket and pulled out your phone, the display said you had received a WhatsApp, from an unknown number. You clicked on it and the app opened. You roll your eyes as you read.

- Sweetie, are you serious? Do you think I didn't see you 😂👍

Actually you didn't want to write back, you knew it was Alex, briefly you wonder where he got your private number, but you think it would be better to lie and write him back.

- I had to leave quickly. I remembered that I had forgotten something -

Under the number appeared, … writes … again, you roll your eyes.

- Look where you are right now 😉 -

You looked up, in front of you stretched a wide meadow, not a soul was to be seen and if you would run along there, you would come only into a dense forest, you looked again at your cell phone as several messages came.

- Stupid or? - - Were you going to look for mushrooms? - - Haha, probably picking some flowers? 😉🌹 - - Everyone has his preferences. - - Did I do something to you? 😕 - - I've got something I need… -

You don't react at all, thinking you could just walk past him behind the campers without him seeing you. You click on the number and save it under Pain in the ass. Putting the phone away, it vibrated again, another message.

- Are you still there? -

Okay, no escaping from Alex, and now he could annoy you at any time by simply writing to you. If you find out who gave him your number, you will make that person so small that he will wish he was never born, probably you will do nothing of the same. So you went back around the camper and saw Alex looking up, he put his phone away and came towards you. Whatever it is, I'll put it at the bottom of my list - you thought "Oh, you're here too? Nice to see you" you spoke kindly, he waved off

"Oh, nice to see you too, good thing you just ran into me" you suppressed, your eye roll and smiled, just like you had smiled this morning, just don't let it get you down. But this made Alex become suspicious. "Are you okay? Are you hurting?" he came closer to your face and looked at it, then his eyes fell on the camera, and he started laughing "What's that?" he grabbed for it and turned it in his hand "A Nikon" you say and took it out of his hand. "Yeah, did you steal that from a museum?" again he laughed. "Och, what did you want from me now? How can I help you?" you asked in the friendliest tone you could muster.

"Can you even take pictures with it? Or does it fall apart when you press the shutter button? I mean… Hello? What's that?" He pointed at the camera, at the broken corner you had lovingly taped together with black tape. "That, Alex, is a camera and that, Alex, is tape because I accidentally dropped it" you swatted his finger away. "Why do you drop your camera? And why don't you buy another one? I mean…" he picked up the camera again, "You can't even change the lens"

- Cool, now Alex picked up his favorite topic, and you didn't really feel like talking to him about cameras - you couldn't help rolling your eyes. "First, I don't drop them on purpose, I didn't mean to. Second, I don't have the money to buy a new one and third, I don't need other lenses, I'm not doing this professionally, I'm doing it for me and fourth, what do you want from me, if I can get you something I'll be happy to do it, but get to the point. I have other work to do, I don't have time to stand here and have a chat about cameras" Alex put a hand on his chest and raised his eyebrows "Oh sorry sweetie, didn't know you were so busy. I just wanted to ask you to stock my fridge" he pointed to his camper. "What did you just call me?" you spoke confused as you looked back at him from his camper "Servant, I said servant" he spoke pretending to think.

You sigh and close your eyes for a moment, when you open them again you saw a cheeky grin from him. "I'll do it later, oh great ruler" you said and were about to pass him when he grabbed your arm, "Remember Coke, you forgot it the other day" you nodded and left. Forgotten? Merely not taken - you thought and grinned inside yourself. A little bit you could take the liberty to annoy him, too, if he did it with you. Your cell phone vibrated, when you looked at the display, you realized that "the Pain in the ass" under which you had saved Alex, had written a message

- Don't forget the gummy bears, please. 😏-

A few hours later, you were finally ready with the tent. Chairs to sit on, table full of odds and ends to eat and drink. You brush small, fine hairs from your face that had come out of the braid. Some Actors had secured their chairs by hanging their jackets over them. One of them was Marco, but he seemed very much in thought, he just greeted you nicely and left. You had left the promised chocolate in the camper during a little break. You had put a little note with it - Enjoy it, Kath - Now you would take a little break yourself and then head to the costumes, but fill Alex's fridge first. You looked at your cell phone, ten new messages, you started to groan when you saw that they were all from Alex.

14:00 - Where are you right now? - 14:02 - Ah yes, must be working 😜 - 14:05 - I just remembered that I don't want gummy bears - 14:06 - Maybe chips?- 14:07 - No, I'd rather not - 14:16 - Forget it 😬 - 14:25 - Are you off work?- 14:45 - Did you forget my fridge?😟😟 - 15:00 - Can you at least write me back?- 15:05 - Gotta go-

You don't write anything, you were about to leave to fill his fridge, you looked at the clock, 16:00. Probably you were lucky, and he would not be there, you looked around to see if you had everything of yours with you and took the bag that you had already filled with small things and drinks. Then you set off on your way. Not long, and you could finally take pictures, you hoped maybe today to photograph the sunset, which always disappeared so beautifully behind the mountain. Arriving at the camper, you put the bag on the small couch and straighten your braid, then you open the fridge and slam it shut again angrily.

It was full, everything there you needed, coke, water, ready sandwiches. You breathed in and out calmly, so you wouldn't start cursing, then you took the bag and put everything, on the small kitchen sideboard. A coke, water, gummy bears, candy bars and various fruits. You try to put some in the fridge, the rest you leave on the sideboard and leave. I'm just not going to let anything get to me - you thought.

It was time to take a break. You went to your camper and closed the door behind you. Through your Walki Talki, the directors were discussing whether they could film it with technical problems. Maybe the work day would be over quicker if they couldn't get a handle on it. You hit the off button, something you were only allowed to do on break. You grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and lay down on the small couch, you open TikTok and while you ate you laughed at some videos. When a message popped up.

- I supposed to tell you he forgot, to write you, that someone already took care of his fridge, Sorry 🙏🙏 -

Marco had written to you.

- Already seen -

You write back without opening the app, and keep scrolling through TikTok.

- Sorry and I forgot to write you that 💕 -

You shake your head briefly, forgotten, clear.

You believe that this was done on purpose so that you do a pointless job. You stuff the last piece of bread into your mouth and put your hand under your head. No one can annoy you when you have a break, no one and nothing. Besides, you were used to the guys sending you somewhere, even though no one needed you there.

- Probably, will be canceled today, they do not find the error -

You sit up as you read the message from Marco and reach for your Walki and turn it on. "Yes, I have one more idea" - "Okay, short break for everyone!"

Your phone vibrated again - Pain in the Ass inserted you into the group Gang bang - you hate WhatsApp groups, and what the hell was that name? You remove yourself from the group, no matter what he wanted, or whoever was there in the group. It was enough that Alex had your number, and by now you had an idea who had given him your number. Marco. You had given him your number because he had flown home, he was supposed to write you when he would be back and what he needed in his camper. The message never came from him, but he sent you lots of pictures and from time to time videos from TikTok.

But he never got on your nerves, he sends them and if you don't respond he doesn't ask, he just keeps sending. Like some old dude who sends you funny memes because he knows you find it funny, and that alone is enough for him. On your birthday, was the first time he wrote to you.

You looked at the clock, time to finally make your way to the costume. You throw the paper from the sandwich into the trash can, put your Walki on your belt with a last look at your cell phone and let your cell phone sink into your pocket. Actually, the day wasn't as bad as you feared. When your cell phone vibrated again, you stopped, looked around briefly, then took it out of your pocket again. - These cell phones will be our downfall - you thought briefly when you saw again that Alex had invited you to the group. From now on, it was really too much for you. How could you be so annoying? You looked at the messages that appeared.

- What's that, Alex? - - I don't know, just found it here 😁 - - Can you play baseball with it? - - I don't know, just found it here 😁 - - 😂😂😂 Okay - - Looks old, Marco- - Dip it in water, maybe it can swim? -

You frowned, you had no idea what the guys were trying to tell you, or were they just trying to get on your nerves? Then they had done it, because you didn't feel like thinking about what they might mean, so you interfered.

- What do you mean? - - What? Who are you? - - Hahaha, she can write after all, Marco 😂 - - I don't know what it is, just found it here - - Where? Where are you, what do you have? -

- Where we are right now? Here - - Look how curious she is, Marco - - Think long throw is possible with this, Alex - - 😂😂😂 Okay - - Wait, I got a deal here, Alex - - Great.... you broke it, Marco - - No, no. - - And if it wouldn't be noticeable 😂 -

- GUYS? -

- Some kind of lid, Alex - - Oh wait, I know what it is - - Why are you looking in there, Marco? - - You guys aren't seriously sitting in a tent together, texting each other? - - Pain in the ass sent a picture -

You tear your eyes open when you recognized what the boys had there in the picture. It can't be - You had looked around to make sure you had everything, but you forgot your camera in the tent. Angrily you looked at the picture again, but your anger faded, you actually thought the picture was pretty cute. You save it to your phone, so you can look at it again later.

- Guys, if you break it, you'll have to deal with me, clear??? -

You write back, the guys just sent you laughing smiley faces in response. The guys may have thought they were teasing you, but if you were honest, it made your day. You looked closely at the picture again and smiled as you walked to the costume.

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Heyy x3 could you do a Marco ilsø x fan reader? Like at a comic con she gets an autograph and hes just amazed? Maybe some jealousy (im a sucker for that xD) when she goes to Alex? Thank you <3

Let’s hope you gonna like it !

I’ve never been to a comic con, there’s probably mistakes

Warning : none, so enjoy !

You and Marco

Friday, April 22, 10 pm

I just arrived in my hotel room, first reflex I drop my stuff and lie on the bed, comfortable…A few seconds later I stand up and turn my head towards the only window of the room, outside the sky was grey and big clouds were approaching not announcing anything good, hoping that tomorrow morning the rain won’t be there, I don’t want to look like a mop, I get up rubbing my hands on my shoulders to warm me up, it’s freezing if I don’t want to be sick tomorrow I have to put on a vest. I approach my suitcase, lift it and put it on my bed without delicacy, after I put the piece of cloth on my shoulders, I start to put my belongings on the room shelf. I mustn’t forget to take the gifts, knowing myself between stress and excitement, I will forget them The sound of my phone ringing startles me, it's my best friend, I pick up

hi ; where are you !? ; she has an unusual voice

I’m fine thank you ; I start making random steps in my room

I’m at your house, but apparently, you’re not! ;

I went to Germany for the weekend ;

What, you went on vacation without me! ;

I’m at a comic con ; … ;

hello? ;

you’re at the German comic con ; bravo you remember ! ; I’m obviously ironic, I had already told her about it, she could have come with me, but she doesn’t like Vikings…

Yeah, it’s good, I drank a little, sooo ;

you can stay at my house if you want ;

serious ? ;

I’m sure you’re already lying on my couch with something to eat ;

Maybe; I hear her yawning uhh, otherwise, what’s new since this morning ?;

hello ? ;

the sound of his snoring was heard ;

ok good night ;

I hang up and go back to my business

an hour later ~

I just finished tidying up, I put the presents on the bed, I finally found the radiator, the room temperature will warm up soon and I ordered food, waiting I sat on the floor to review my schedule for tomorrow, unfortunately, I could only afford one day but we will enjoy it, my day will boil down to waiting, waiting for autographs and still waiting to take pictures, but it’s worth it, imagine meeting Ivar the Boneless !!!

I get up suddenly, hold up my ticket and jump around my bed like a child, after that moment of euphoria, I lie on my back, I start to imagine scenarios, imagine Alex dropping me at the back of the line and making me double-cross everyone, imagine that we get along well, imagine that we become friends or best friend! imagine that he introduces me to all the cast and that he appreciates me all! imagine going to party with them!!!

The sound of my phone notification brings me back to reality, I look at the screen, my belly gargoyle, my food is there! It’s sleep time, I just got out of the shower and headed for my bed which looks more comfortable than when I arrived, I grab my phone and sit comfortably under the cover, the temperature was nice, the sheets are soft, everything is perfect, I launch my playlist puts on my headphones and turns off the light, and it’s back to imagine fake scenarios Weird I don’t think too much about tomorrow, I go more into a fantastic world, some music later, music "until I fond you" begins to ring in my ears, as soon as a man’s face appears, we lie in the hotel bed, the sunlight passes through the window what allows me to better distinguish the face of the man who sleeps on my belly is… Marco!

He smiles at me, with his angelic smile, and approaches me, to place a kiss on my forehead, then he gets up and goes to the bathroom, he was shirtless, which allowed me to look better at detailing his back well drawing, I wait for the shower water to run, an irresistible need to join him takes me, I hardly get up, the sound of his voice comes out of the bathroom, "need help ?", I did not answer but I could not hold my smile, I moved with a little difficulty, arrived, I lean back to the frame of the door, Marco was finishing shaving his beard, he turned his head with a surprised look on his face, but began to smile very quickly, "I was going to come to get you", he rinses his face and approaches, he puts his hand around my waist, I kiss his chest "come with me in the shower", he had a little laugh, he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me, I felt the steam of hot water and Marco’s lips coming closer, but unfortunately the music ended which brought me back to reality, shit! It was so realistic… Let’s hope I'm gonna dream about that! I turn the light back on, grab my book and start my reading, still a little out of it because of this "amazing" fake scenario.

9 am

My alarm clock rings, but my eyes refuse to open and my body to move, after a few seconds I finally decide to extend my arm to stop this unbearable ringing, I stretch myself painfully, then get up, before anything I will take a shower, What better way to wake up than a warm shower. Once I get up, dress up, make up and do my hair, I go to my bag, check my things, and pick up my phone, 10 am, it’s time to go, I grab the key to the room, and out, it’s grey but no rain in sight, I’m waiting for the cab that’s supposed to drive me to the comic con… Damn it! As soon as I got out of the hotel, I realized that I had obviously forgotten the gifts, I hurried up, before my taxi arrived Only 30 minutes to go before arriving, I’m overexcited, my right leg gives small strokes on the ground, and I stress.

Here I am inside, Just in time as the rain begins to fall outside, there is no way that there are people, the comic was suitable to open some minute ago, and already queues started to form I walk between the stands, I have to control the desire to buy everything, I remember that I have no more money, I put everything in this weekend (well almost everything, I still have to pay my rent),    I walk between the stands, and admire the various exhibitions.

A voice announcement that different actors have arrived at their signing booths, and that they will soon be ready, people have started to run like crazy, all in the same direction, I guess it must be around here

I’ve been waiting in line for 1 hour, and to be honest, I don’t know who I’m going to see Jordan maybe? I got in through the crowd, and I couldn’t see where I was going but well it doesn’t matter, but in any case, Alex didn’t notice me as by miracle in the crowd, as I had imagined. After a few minutes and some fangirl fainting, I finally get to see the actor, and it was Alex, the more time passes the more I can’t wait Waiting for my turn, I look at the booth next door, it was Marco he was on break for a few minutes, I am super-happy to see Alex and to be able to talk to him, I had hoped to see and talk to Marco. I had planned to see all the actors of the Vikings present but seeing the world I think it would be impossible for this morning, but it is not a great loss, this afternoon it is the photos, 

37 minutes and 32 seconds later only two people left and it’s my turn hi ; Alex makes me a gesture to move forward Are you okay ? ; He looks at me waiting for an answer I blink quickly and mouse embarrassed Yeah, sorry, I’m fine ; Don’t worry, you’re not the first one that happens ; I imagine ; so what do I sign ? ; I give him a miniature posture of a Vikings season 6 poster You can sign this, please ; of course ; he takes the poster and sits at his table

A hand is placed on his shoulder of Alex who jumps into contact with this gesture, we lift our head at the same time toward the owner of the hand,          My brain freezes, my blood freezes and my cheeks get even redder you made me miss my signature ; idiot, it's always missed your signature ; Marco, did you finish your pose ? ; Yeah ; he looked up at me and smiled Sorry ; w wh why ? ; my voice trembles, I want to slap myself, pick up, he’ll find you strange for the signature ; oh it doesn’t matter, it’s not a big deal ; I feel like my head is going to explode Come to my booth, I’ll give you a better signature than this idiot ;

Alex raised his head and slightly pushed Marco making him laugh, he saluted him and went back to sit down, and gave me a last look before welcoming the fans I think I can die in peace, Marco invited me to his booth… it doesn’t mean anything but in my head, I’m going to get married and have two kids with him, take it back, damn it

for you ; Alex hands me my poster Thanks, uh, I’ve, uh; I’m frantically rummaging through my tote bag a gift? ;

yes ; I give him a stuffed bear dressed up as Ivar the boneless he thanks me in his arms, and it’s already time to leave, I have to leave the place, I turn my head to Marco who looks at me and beckons me to come 

don’t worry Marco she’s coming, she’s not going to fly away ; shout Alex in an ironic tone a heat runs through my body, I smile, and I feel my cheeks warm come ; Marco’s voice echoes in my head as I head towards him, his eyes are on me, and even if his smile is meant to reassure me, I can’t help trembling slightly hi ; I was in front of him… he was standing, I had to raise my head to see his face

I don’t want to disturb, I can keep waiting in line ; I look at the people behind me who are watching us attentively don’t worry, you won’t have time to get back in line, there are too many people ; he holds out his hand FIRST reflex, I put my hand in his….

It took a few seconds for me to realize what I’m doing, so… we’re holding hands, but why did I do that!? , he reached out to me to give him my poster, not that I give him my hand! He had a cute little laugh, which brought me back to reality I’m so sorry ; I take my hand off right away, I don’t even dare look at it, but why did I do that!?

this is the first time that some do this to me; he laughs and I do the same I give him the poster, he takes it and with his other hand he grabs mine, and goes towards his table makes me stop next to the chair, and he sits down gently letting go of my hand, of course, I'm still red

well well well ; he takes his black mark and starts signing I prefer Alex’s ; I was leaning over her shoulder

what ? ; he lifts his head to look at me Alex’s signature is better; I smile sarcastically, and he smiles back

You have no right; he belittles the head to look at his signature

why ?; slightly destabilize because you have no right to choose Alex over me ; he raises his head, hands me my poster and makes me smile mischievously

is that clear ? ; I laugh a little nervous Yes, sir; I take my poster he gets up and looks at me smiling thank you for signing; I said goodbye with my hand and moved towards the exit

where are you going? I turn to see Marco’s face a little confused

where am I going? I’m as confused as he is Yeah, where are you going? I don’t even know what your name is? ; 

oh, uh y/n, enchanting ; why did I say that’s, stupid                                              Marco, nice to meet you ; he shakes my hand

Now that we know each other, I go or…;

you’re leaving? ; a disappointed look appears on his face

I think so, you have to sign more posters ; I smile at his puppy face Alex has the right to a surprise, a hugh and I don’t ? ; He made a dramatic gesture with his hand

oh, yes, no well yes I have something for you too, I have something, of course ; he began to laugh softly

I can’t find the gift I made for Marco I whisper to myself where you put it, where you put the little present for my Marco his laughter grew louder, which made me realize that I spoke a little too loudly

I’m sorry I forget it in my hotel room ; I look at him with a sorry look

really ? ; he seemed to be disappointed Yeah, sorry… ;

Go say it, that you did it on purpose, that you prefer Alex ; no no, I uh I think you heard what I just said anyway ; I’m making a little smile to hide my gene heard

what ? ; he’s getting closer to me, with a stupid fake look on his face nothing, Marco, nothing ; I get a little closer to his face and give him a sarcastic smile

goood Marco, you work or you flirt ? ; Alex, she hates me so much that she didn’t even bring me a present ; my cheeks that were refreshed, go red again let them down,

I’m irresistible, she’s already under the spell, you can’t go after me ; please gentlemen; a security guard was getting closer to us                          yes sorry ;

oh uh yeah I’m going ; I’m heading out this time for good

see you later y/n ; he winked at me and went back to his autographs

What the hell just happened?! I barely realize, that the voice in the speaker, indicates that the photos with the actors will start in 45 min Already? But it’s a few hours? I’m taking my phone out, 2 pm, already!? I think I’ve heard so much! I have to find something to eat and especially a place to sit and recover from my emotions

I searched everywhere, I couldn’t find a free place, so I sat outside, next to a small rescue door The sky was always gray but the rain had stopped, I’m enjoying my meal looking into the void, I can not believe what happened... the scene goes back and forth in my head,                                                            I held his hand there... I began to laugh alone on the moment I was very embarrassed but start it was nice, as if all his hours dreamed was become reality

But let’s be realistic, in a few minutes I’m going to take a picture with him, then come back and never see him again (in real life), each of us is going to go back to our life, and he’s going to forget my name and forget my existence

Besides, I think he’s already forgotten me, and anyway, it’s okay, it’s life, who do I think I am, the main character? no, otherwise I would have kissed him and right now we’d be hand in hand planning our first couple trip The sound of rain comes out of me but thinking, SHIT, I’m going to be soaked, I throw the paper from my snack in the trash next to me and head for the little door

Fortunately, I am only a little wet and with the heat of the big room I will quickly dry I think it’s time to head to the photo booth, I’m slowly moving forward trying to dodge the world but obviously a crowd movement is leading me to oppose it from where I want to go

After a few nudges, I can get myself out of the herd of people who are heading somewhere I arrive, finally "I arrive" and place myself in the queue, it will be long, I feel the headache coming, between the noise and the heat I have the impression that I will faint, fortunately I bought a bottle of water (which cost me dearly, damn it)

After 2 hours of waiting it’s my turn soon, I’m impatient, I’m going to see Marco again !

I give my ticket to a lady who lets me pass in front of a blue background where Alex and Marco were talking, Marco noticed me coming over Alex’s shoulder and gave me a big smile, which made Alex turn around.

Hey, but I know you ?! ; he opens his arms to hold me in his arms, Marco puts his hand on Alex’s shoulder to stop the hug

my turn ; he steps forward and I do the same, red as a tomato

please ; the photographer seemed to want the day to end, a chance for him, the comic con ends soon

what you want to do ; ask Alex Um, I had an idea ;

tell us ; said Marco with a rather perverse smile, which made me laugh

You know the same, where there’s a guy and a girl walking down the street and, you know what, I’ll show you ; I pull out my phone, and they get closer  *shows the same*

oh yes, I know ; Marco raised his head to look at me

so, who does who? ; asks Alex

y/n and I hold hands ; he takes my hand abruptly, and sets himself up to do like the girl in blue, Alex laughs shaking his head and places himself in the same position as the woman in red

Okay, 3 2 1 ; the photographer looks at the photo and gives us a sign that he will take another one

The detention between me and Marco had gone up, although it’s a nice feeling, I think I’ll relax the atmosphere

Alex has a nice butt...; too bad can’t see his reaction, I hear him, choke slightly

the sound of the puddle makes me slightly jump or it is the pressure of Marco’s hand on mine that disturbed me

perfect, thanks ; the photographer goes to a big print and takes out the photos

thank you for coming ; said Alex hug me again

your finish uh ?!, you will suffocate her ; Marco made a false look full of reproach, we laugh slightly I take the pictures

thank you very much for your time, guys  ; 

Marco gently puts his hand behind my back If you don’t know where to go during the summer holidays, come to Denmark, you’ll see it’s super beautiful...; I don’t know why but I do the same thing I put my hand on his back, is this moment real? yeah, why not ; I smiled at her slightly but it’s time to go, so I walk away while saying goodbye

after some second walk in an empty corridor, I arrive in the main room, it is time to leave, where is the exit?

Y/N! ; I turn around to see who pronounces my name (although I certainly don’t get called because I don’t know anyone here)

It was Marco, he stood between the hallway, which I had just crossed, he smiled and waved to me to join him

Are you okay? ; What’s he doing here, he doesn’t have any more photos to take? yes very good is just, that euh ; he gets interrupted by the speakers

*Photo booth closes* *Dear visitors the comic con will soon close, take your time, but please start heading out, thank you*

oh you finished your day ; exactly, and I was wondering ; he stops talking and looks me right in the eye Yeah, Marco, what were you wondering? ; he laughs slightly, he must think himself stupid, but I find him cute to blush slightly, for once it’s not me

I wonder if, uh, how to say, would you be willing to lend me your phone number? ; he smiled embarrassed but a bit charming

oh my God! oh my God! oh my God! it’s not possible! , ok breathe and calm down but oh my God!!!

Lend? ; I try to stay calm .                                                                                      Um, yeah, so I’m giving you a coffee and uh ; I see he’s trying to be confident, but he’s stressed out I can’t believe it! It’s happening to me! a coffee? super! ; his face relaxes, he gives me a wide smile 

great! yeah ; he makes a small gesture of victory, which makes me laugh, how it’s possible to be so cute and so handsome (I think it’s criminal)

Um, will there be Alex? ; He raised an eyebrow no, no, not Alex ; he seemed a little upset by my remark, even though he was pretending not to

I have to catch up, obviously I wanted to be alone with him, but I prefer to ask so much the better ; I wink at him he began to laugh

sorry I ; don’t apologize for being jealous ; I’ll give him a slight pat on the arm jealous ? no, i’m not jealous ; he says laughing

are you sure? ; I tease him just because Alex got a gift and I didn’t ; we laugh there was a moment of silence, we looked at each other without saying anything

*Dear visitors the comic con will soon close, take your time, but please start heading out, thank you*

I think I have to go ; your number, first ; oh yes ; he hands me his phone, I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it! After registering my number in his phone, he offered to take me to the exit and to wait for my taxi together

Marco and I have been sitting on a wall talking for five minutes. I can’t believe, the conversation is going so well, it’s relaunching, after this tiring day that we both spent

He’s very nice in person, and he seems very attentive to what I’m saying, we get along, and we laugh, I find him very charming OK yes I find him handsome , and I have already imagined several times my life with him, but here this conversation, sweet and fun between two real humans is incredible and simple at the same time.

Unfortunately, a taxi is careful to quote us

I think it’s for you ; Marco gets up and holds out his hand, I grab it and lift me up

thank you ; he had a laugh

send me a message when you arrive, ok ? ; he opens the door 

thank you ; I sit in the back seat and greet the driver, the inside of the car was old brown leather, which made it look dark, there was a slight smell of cigarette and the radio passed an old German music air                                                      Marco closes the door, and I open the window

text me when you arrive ; he gets closer and bends over to see me better ok ; we looked at each other with a stupid smile on our faces, without saying anything, without doing anything, this moment is not awkward, it’s just pleasant the engine noise gets louder, I feel the car moving, Marco steps back a bit so as not to get his feet crushed he signs me goodbye and I do the same the car turns to the right and rushes into a street and Marco’s silhouette would disappear from my sight

On the way, I think back to our discussion, which was the most mundane but the most sweet and fun I’ve ever had, I think back to his smiles and his laughter and his eyes looking at me, to his body so close to mine, I dreamed of moments like thisthis, but this was real, and a thousand times better than my dreams

I walk into my room, the cold that reigns and worse than yesterday, I put my bag down, I rush on the heat and turn it on, I don’t remember turning it off on my side this morning, I sit on the bed, and take off my shoes and my jacket, I wish Marco was there to keep me warm, I had a little pevers smile looking at my pillows

7pm I’d been home an hour, and the only thing I could do was take a shower so here I am in hot water, humming songs and foaming soap on my body I let my mind wander, relax after this day filled with emotions

*knock knock*

Marco ? ; His name had escaped my lips, I don’t feel a bit stupid, it was obviously not him... what if?

I turn off the water, go out and wrap a servite around me, I look in the half-foggy mirror, I look pathetic, my hair wet, my skin reddened (by warm water) and my mascara which is not very well gone But whatever, I open the bathroom door and run to the front door.

Nobody, there was nobody, the hallway was empty, disappointed I lowered my head a little on the ground, a bag, a bag of food

but yes, that I am stupid, I was ordered to eat and I did not see the time passing, I laugh a little, find me stupid to have thought that Marco would be there

I go home with the bag of food still warm, and starve on the bed, and start eating

Marco... I’m stupid ; I start laughing all by myself Marco?! I forgot! I forgot to tell him I got here, damn it!

Where’s my phone, or I put it, it’s when you need it most that’s not there FIND, at the foot of the bed, what is it doing there?!

2 missed calls 3 messages

shit

in my life, I prefer to communicate by message, I find it simpler and less annoying, but I wasn’t thinking about it, and I call them It rings, why was I calling them?! a message would have sufficed, I hesitate to hang up but he picks up

Did you see the time? ; He looked ironic I have arrived ; I answer in the same tone as him I thought I’d have to come see if you had arrived well ; still ironic, but he could have been serious ah yeah ? ;                                                                                                        yeah ;

un silence s'instale, je ne sais pas quoi dire, j'aimerais le revoir mais quand ?, et est ce que lui veut me revoir?, oui il veut sinon il ne n'aurait pas demander mon numero de telephone, mais demain je pars, et lui il a la comic con,...

y/n ; yes? ; tomorrow, you ? ; No, I, uh, I wouldn’t be here ; oh too bad ; Yeah, I wish I could have seen you on stage ; I would have liked to see you in the crowd ; it would have been cool ; yeah ; yeah ; What time are you leaving? ; Wait ; I rush to my bag, and take out my ticket I have to be at the airport around 11 am ;

there was a silence and you start at what time tomorrow Marco? ; I have to be there at 2:00; we could meet! wait maybe he doesn’t want ok ok, good luck; thank you;

Go y/n ask for a coffee “date”, or just a short walk to change his mind I risk what? that he says no, that I become embarrassed and that the situation is embarrassing and that I ruin the little chance that I have Be brave, damn it!

tomorrow 10 am, in the bar you want, is that okay? ; There was a silence, shit he’s going to say no... Marco? ; perfect, 10 in front of your hotel, I go to take ; a stewardship joy does not invade (and a huge stress too) great ; I can’t help smiling foolishly I’ll take you to the airport ; oh uh thank you, that’s nice ;

the conversation ended with good-byes tomorrow,

a minute of silence for my soul who has just left my body I can’t believe I have a "date" with Marco Ilso!!!!

What am I gonna wear, I got nothing!!

Apr 23 9 : 30 am

in front of my mirror, I look at myself one last time to be sure that everything is fine, I do a simple hairstyle, a simple make-up, my outfit...I did with what I had, but at least with my 4 layers of clothes I wouldn’t get cold, even though I look like my woodcutter who drank way too many beers

*notification noise* I look at my phone

From Marco <3: I’m waiting for you downstairs

I grab my stuff, look one last time at the room to see if I forgot anything, everything is good I can leave

He stood in front of the reception, dressing well, styling well and beautifully beautiful, for a moment I considered running away, I’m ashamed, imagine a person like me with him, a fan, I’m just a fan... too late he saw me, he beckons me and gets closer

hi, y/n ; hi Marco ; Let me help you ; he put his hand on the handle of my little suitcase oh it’s okay I can do it ; I was a little embarrassed I know ; he took it and motioned me to follow him, outside a taxi waiting for us Once inside a banal conversation began, also side by side, shoulder to shoulder

oh, I was going to forget ; I’m going through my bag, under Marco’s watchful eyes

and there it is ; I give him a small cardboard box what is it ; he prices it carefully a gift ; I smile at him                                                                                                really, I’m entitled to a gift? ; he looks at me smiling Yeah, well, it’s not exactly for you ; what? ; he looked confused open ; I push his shoulder he opened, and began to laugh oh ; What ?! you don’t like it, he’s not gonna like it? ; no, it is perfect, Pablo will love it ; he turns to me with a big smile great ; our face was close, smiling and alaise but very close

he’ll smile, I do the same he gets a little closer to me, I do the same he puts his hand on my cheek, I put my hands on the back of his neck envy, electricity and butterflies paradise, quick and shy, but adorable we look at each other, smiling like children

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I won’t tell you what happened next, because it’s a secret A well-kept secret between me and Marco Is our date go well, probably Did we keep talking by message, maybe Did we meet again after, who knows

but what I can tell you is that the fake scenario imagined in this hotel room may have become reality and it’s much better in real life (with some real good sensation)

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hey

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Kiss Kiss

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[teabights]

MARCO ILSØ x READER Part 3

Part 1 |  Part 2  | Part 4

Author's Note: I think this is the last part of these two. I will start more one shots, if y'all want more of them, let me know. I felt like I needed to wrap them up. Edit: I will upload one more part after this one and will close this narrative.

Trigger Warning: A little smut

Danish words: "Jeg elsker dig" - I love you.  "Jeg elsker dig for evigit" - I love you forever. "Elskov" - Love . "Kom kysse mig" - Come Kiss me.  "Nej" - No. "Pigebarn" - Baby Girl.

Two weeks into living with Marco, you just learned that Marco is a huge mess. Marco left his clothes laying around and he never made the bed - you were always up and out the door before he'd wake up. He cooked for you though, which was a nice change. You two do share cleaning the apartment.


Marco has his hand around your throat as he is slamming into you, moans filling the room - well your moans a bit breathy. The sounds of your bodies connecting also filling the room. Marco lets out a loud growl as he starts to release his seed into you. You orgasm while he was riding out his orgasm. He lets go of your throat after and you pant hard. He moves out of you and lays down next to you.


"I love morning sex," Marco comments with a chuckle.

"I mean, I love you, but yeah the morning sex, perfect," You joke.

"You were great," Marco says.

"You were good," You mumble.


Marco's phone rings and he leans over, you see his agent's name on the screen and he answers it.


"Yeah?.... Really?... Are you taking the piss outta me?... For real? OH MY GOD. FUCKING GREAT! Bye... E-Mail me the info," Marco says and hangs up. He puts his phone down on the night stand. He moves to get over you. He smiles so huge and snuggles his face into your neck.


"What is it?" You ask.


"I got the part... in the FUCKING SPIELBERG MOVIE!" Marco says as he moves from your back to scream.

"BABE! THAT'S GREAT! Let's go out and celebrate," You suggest. You were so happy for him.

"I know how I want to celebrate," Marco's hand wonders to your thigh. 
"Yeah?" You say with a smirk.


After you and Marco go for round two, then round three in the shower. You two got dressed. You pulled on your (Marco's) favorite bra and pantie set, one of Marco's sweaters, a pair of jeans, and just a pair of converse. He just had on a sweater, jeans, boxers, and his tennis shoes. You decided that you two are going to go to the restaurant that Marco always keeps asking for you two to go back to after you had taken him there the first time. You aren't telling him that you are taking him there. He keeps asking and you keep telling him it's a surprise. You were able to call ahead to make a reservation of just you two in the secluded area.

You get to the restaurant with Marco and he just screams a tiny bit. You two walk up to the front and you give them your name. They lead you to two to a quiet room in the back. Marco was just squealing so happily. He was on cloud nine. There was nothing that could ruin his mood. You two eat dinner. During dinner, he talked about going back to Denmark for a few days to tell everyone and see everyone, which just made you whine in protest. You thought that you two could be with each other for thirty-one consecutive days not just 2 weeks, he fucks off for a few days and comes back for the last 2 weeks. He agreed to stay the month.

Marco wanted to go out drinking. You agree only because Marco was on such a life high at the moment. You two go to the club that you went to every single weekend. Marco and you get drunk off your asses. Marco and you end up going back the apartment. You threw up on the way from the cab to your front door. Marco just held your hair and talked about cute you were. You two go inside. Marco and you start to undress. You had gone to the bathroom to rinse your mouth out. You get to be just in the sweater and panties and Marco just had his boxers on. Not much happened nor did you guys make it to the bedroom. You two passed out on the couch.

You wake up the next morning, feeling like Thor had slammed your head with his hammer. You look over at Marco, who was still sound asleep, a little drool creeping down one side of his mouth. You just kiss his cheek. You walk slowly to the bathroom to do your business then to the kitchen to take the ibuprofen. You did not have to the will power to make breakfast or coffee. You just get that stuff delivered to you. You sit back down with Marco, slowly kissing his neck.

"Mars," You mutter.


"sshh... too loud," Marco says. Marco's phone starts to ring from his pants pocket. "Fuck." He leans over to grab his jeans and pulls out his phone then answers it, surprised that it still had juice.

"Hello?" He tried to sound not dead. "Alex, yeah... I am glad I got the part too, shut the fuck up though... because it is 10 in the morning here and I am so hung over... We celebrated... Yeah, we celebrated that way too... perv... I know. I have to get my script from the office... London, I know... I appreciate it Alex. I do... Spielberg is having the table read in a week. So stay over here. I am sure she won't mind..." Marco's eyes go to you.


"That's fine," You say. You had an extra room that was an office with a futon in it that Alex can sleep on.


"She says that's fine... She's great... Yeah, well when you are here I was going to work on that... yeah... Yeah... Anything else King Ivar?... Okay, then I will see you in a week, bye fucker," Marco hangs up after hearing Alex's response. You were a bit skeptical by what he was going to work on.

"What are you going to work on?" You ask.

"Ah, working out, we need to bit beefier for this, or me," Marco's lie rolls right off his tongue. 

There was a knock on the door. As much as you did not believe him, you chose to. You walk to the door, thanking the delivery person as you grab the drink carrier and the box of doughnuts. You close the door and walk over the couch. "


"Coffee and doughnuts," You say happily. You got both of you some ridiculously sweet iced coffees and a dozen of chocolate dipped doughnuts with sprinkles, your favorite.

"I will join you in a moment," Marco says as he gets up. His head rushing but he goes takes care of his business in the bathroom and had taken some medicine before sitting back down. 



You two ate in silence, mostly because of your headaches. You snuggle into Marco's side.


"Can you just move in full time?" You ask quietly.

"I would love to, the movie starts right after my last week here, and I will be in London with Alex for the next four months," Marco says as his voice grows sad and quiet.

"Four?" You let out a sigh. 
"Yeah, it is a long time. Five months apart got us to being here, so imagine the four months apart. I could visit you when we have a break," Marco comments.

"Well, yeah, but I am so used to having you every day, that it's going to be so hard to not have you here," You mention. "It'll just be hard."


"Yeah, but it's what we want. Soon I'll be able to support us..." Marco starts.


"No, I am giving up my job because you are a big actor. I need something that is mine," You say.

"But, I never am going to be able to see you if I am working and you are working," Marco starts to feel a bit angry.

"Yeah, well, if we love each other like we say, we will be just fine," You mutter.


"Don't question if I love you," Marco retorts.

"I wasn't I was just simply stating," You snap back. 



You just stand up and move to walk away. He grabs your waist and pull him back. He had no intention of kissing you. He just was not done talking. 



"I am not done talking to you. You cannot just walk away," Marco mutters to you.

"Well, I am done talking to you," You snap again.

"Fine." Marco says slightly defeated; you were impossible to talk to when you were in this mood. He releases you from your hold.


You just head towards the bathroom. You just wanted out of your clothes and shower, and that is what you did. You took a rather long shower. You cry during the shower. You did not want to lose Marco for four months. You did not want to lose the relationship you guys had. You were worried that he would be seen out with a female costar being awfully cuddly. You did not want the news that he would be breaking up with you. Of course, you could never tell Marco these feelings.

Once you get out of the bathroom, hair and body wrapped in a towel and walk into the bedroom. You were sure you guys never made the bed the other night, but it was made. His clothes were all put into the hamper. You were surprised. You toss the towels up on the hooks. You just move to the dresser, pulling out underwear and a sleeping shirt and shorts. You pull them on. You walk out into the living room. Marco wasn't anywhere in your apartment. You weren't too worried. You find your phone and walk back to the bedroom. You just move to the bed, pulling the covers back so you can get into bed and you lay down on the bed. You plug your phone in. After laying there for a few seconds your phone goes off. Your mom's beautiful face lights up your phone. You just smile as you answer your phone.


"Hello?" You say as you answer.

"Hi baby girl," Your mom speaks.

"What's up mom?" You couldn't help but feel bad.

"So, Marco told me that you two had an argument about work and him being gone for four months, but pigebarn you have nothing to worry about. You know he loves you so much. I think that Freya will keep you two together," Your mom states.

How does she know that you two will be okay? There is some secret going around. "How do you know?" You ask.

"A mom knows when their child had found the one, especially me. I pray to Freya every day to look over you two. Take time, call upon Freya, surely she will keep you guys together," Your mom just smiles, you can hear the smile.

"Mom, Freya... can't do this one. I need Hel," You mutter.

"Pray to Freya and Frigg. You will feel better," She insists. "I have to go, it is dinner time."


"Okay mom. I love you," You answers her softly.


"I love you pigebarn," Your mom then hangs up.


You just close your eyes and put your phone on the bedside table. You just let out a small sigh.



"Freya... I call upon you in a time of need. I need you to bless my relationship with Marco, please. I do not know how much longer I can go without him. I don't know how my mother knows that Marco and I will be fine, but I need a sign or something. Please Freya. Odin... I called upon May First for the help with Marco, I need your protection over him. Make sure that he is okay when he is away filming. Please Odin. Please... I need my father to give me a sign that Marco is supposed to be the one I am supposed to be with. Father, please. Freya...Father...Odin... please, give me a sign." You speak out into the universe. Your eyes were all watery again. You lay there in silence, sobbing for a couple of minutes before your phone rings. The Gods worked in mysterious ways. You reach over for your phone and answer it without checking.



"Hey, Gosh, I am an idiot and forgot the keys to the apartment. Can you come open the door please, elskov?" Marco's voice was soft and made you feel warm, even over the phone.


"Yeah," You say as you hang up.

You put your phone down. You get out of bed. You walk to the front door and open it for him. His hands were full. You watch him walk in. A bouquet of just baby's breath, how did he find your favorite? He also had a few groceries in a bag. Tucked under one of his arms was his script. You had plenty of food in the house, why did he go out to buy more food? He looks at you; he notices that your cheeks were stained with tears. Your eyes still puffy.



"Elskov," He says softly.

"I am fine," You assure him.


Marco just nods, going to tend to the flowers really quick, putting them in the vase and handing it to you. You take the vase.


"Put them where you want," He says softly.

"Okay," You state.


You walk over to the coffee table and put them there. It was a bit basic, but you just smile slightly as your eyes stay on them. You walk towards the kitchen. You see he had pork chops. He was on his phone, mumbling as he reads. You glance at the script and took a step towards it.


"Please, you never read scripts," Marco says.

"Can I at least move it so it doesn't get destroyed from being in the kitchen?" You ask.

"Fine," Marco says.

You pick up the script it had his name photo copied into the cover of it. There was no information on the 'cover' of it besides Marco Ilsø. You put it next to the vase. It looked cute almost. You wanted to take a picture to post, but you sure it would violate Marco's contract. From interviews you found out that Spielberg's productions were very secretive till after filming, no one was allow to post about filming location or anything till it was over. You walk back into the kitchen.


"Can I help?" You ask.

"No, I will come get you when I am done cooking," Marco says. He knew cooking your lunch would help make up for the fight. He felt like it was foolish fight, but he wanted you happy.

You just obey and stay in the bedroom. You just scroll through photos on your gallery. You were looking at the ones that Alex sent you after editing from the Central Park photos. That was an easier time. You just also watch the countless videos of you and Marco.



"SAY HI MARCO!" You scream as you were drunk and so was he. You guys were in your apartment.

"HI MARCO!" Marco screams back.

"Marco! Tell Alex how much we miss him!" You spoke - you were filming this, it was one of the first nights in New York for Marco and he was missing Alex terribly.

"ALEX, BABY! I miss you cunt! You need to come out to New York more often. I love you!" Marco's eyes started to get watery.


The phone gets panned to you. "Mars and I miss ya!" The video ends.


You just smile as you click on another one - with no memory of filming it.


"ELSKOV, KOM KYSSE MIG!" You hear Marco's voice. He was so attractive when he spoke Danish.

"NEJ, KOM KYSSE MIG!" You spoke back as you go to Marco on the couch. You just see the kiss happen, there was passion.


"Jeg elsker dig." Marco says lowly.

"Jeg elsker dig for evigit," You say back to him.


You remember that video actually. It was from when you were visiting Denmark for the last Yule with your father. Your parents had left to get food and Marco came over. It took place when Marco first came in the house and sat down. You miss him speaking Danish, it would occasionally come out in the morning or during sex. You two barely spoke it anymore. Marco only spoke it more with family and occasionally with Alex. You scroll through and found another video of you two.


"Marco, what did you get?" You asked, obvious that it was Yule at your parents' home - same year as the last video.

"You got me a Yule sweater," Marco says with a big dopey smile on his face.

"And?" You egg him on.

"Tickets to the Dublin match," Marco states. "And a Dublin Bohs shirt."

"For you, Ken, Nick, Alex, and Jordan," You say.

"Thanks so much babe," Marco moves to kiss you. All the screen was black and all you hear was a kiss. 


"I know you wanted to go when Ken and Nick was there, and they were going with you for a few days," You say. "You'll fit right in there."

"Jeg elsker dig." Marco says.

"Jeg elsker dig." You respond. There was another kiss.

You smile at that video. It was a cute little video. You remember his actual reaction. You remember the call you got during the match. He was rambling about how much he loved you and how he thought you were an awesome chick for doing this for him, obviously drunk.


"Elskov!" Marco calls to you. "Dining room!"

You leave your phone on the night stand as you get up from the bed. You wonder into the dining room. You see a nice plate of food and some candles lit. You were glad he was trying so hard to make this up to you. You couldn't help but smile. You were so glad that he was trying. You guys ate in peace. It was funny how Marco knew you so well. He knew how to make you happy - just the smallest gestures.


"Uh, so I think it would be cool if you could get off the four months for the filming," Marco mentions.
"Yeah, I can't just do that," You say.

"What if it was an exposé on Alex and I? We could talk to your company and Spielberg's people. You could release it after the movie comes out," Marco knew that you wanted to do more documentary type of videos, so he thought this was the obvious choice.

"Maybe, let's talk to Spielberg in the morning, then my company. Okay?" You did not want to argue about it. Marco was more on the line than you would be.

"Alex will be here in a few days. We are going to do an early read through, drink, other guy things," Marco mumble. "We will need to do it here, so you'll have to go do something as we read."
"Sounds fun," You mention.


You guys finish eating. Marco had picked up the dishes and did them. He even took care of left overs. You could see how bad he was trying to have everything be okay.

"Mars, can you come snuggle me in bed?" You ask.

"Yes doll," Marco just smiles.


He follows you to the bedroom. You crawl back into bed as Marco stripes of his clothes to get to his boxers. He gets in the bed. His arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you to his chest. He just held you as you laid there with him. You end up asleep.

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Falling in love with your best friend

So first of all, I want to wish a happy birthday to my dear friend @lisinfleur, she is one of my best friends here and I love her dearly, so I wrote this for her. I hope you gonna like it, babe. It’s super long lol Sorry I got carried away a little bit ;) 

Paring: Marco Ilso x reader

Word account: 6725 (I told you it’s long)

Warning: so much fluffiness, and of course some smut ;))) 

Denmark 2004

“You can’t be serious, coach!” the little boy yelled at his coach, who calmly looked at him and repeated his previous sentence. “This is Y/N, and you will give her a chance in this tryout! This is my final decision!” he said firmly ignoring the eye roll from the little red haired boy. “Marco, can you believe this? Coach wants to let a girl play football with us!” he shouted at his friend and captain Marco Ilsø, who just arrived at the training. “And why is it a problem?” Marco asked confused and smiled softly at the little girl with two ponytails. “Because she is a girl!” the red haired boy shouted again. “She can be a girl and also a good footballer, give her a chance, Nicolas!” Marco said and gave you the ball. “Show us what you got, Jerry,” Marco winked at you and you blushed, looking down at your T-shirt with your favorite cartoon character, the mouse Jerry. “I'm Y/N,” you said quietly. “Cool, I'm Marco. I will call you Jerry, because it suits you better. Now stop talking and run over there and kick some ass,” he said and you giggled, looking around if anyone heard him using such a foul language. But nobody paid you any attention so you quickly started running towards the other candidates, not wanting to miss this opportunity. You absolutely killed it and joined the first team without any problems. You were actually better than most of the boys at the team. Only Marco was better than you. It seemed that all the boys were jealous of you and envied your skills and abilities, but Marco quickly became your friend and they have never dared to say anything against you. You and Marco quickly became inseparable. You found out, that you liked same music, same football team – you two could be found every Sunday or Saturday afternoon on the couch of his or your house, watching Brøndby IF playing. You enjoyed the same TV shows, movies, books. You truly found a best friend in that sweet, kind, cheerful, green eyed boy.

Denmark 2012

“Come on Marco, will you dance with your best friend?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him and he chuckled. “You know that I suck at dancing, Y/N!” he tried to gently decline your offer, but you were stubborn. “Yeah, I know how you dance, I’ve seen you dancing at the club so many times. My sides still hurt, because I was laughing so hard, that I probably pulled some muscle in my abdomen," you teased him. "But please Marco, this is a special day and I want to dance with my bestie. I will lead you, don’t worry,” you chuckled and he rolled his eyes playfully. “OK, Jerry, but just one dance,” he surrendered and you shrieked in joy. “We will have so much fun,” you grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor, where you forced him to dance three dances with you, before he was saved by his older brother Ken, who couldn’t watch his little brother dancing any longer. Marco came back, panting but chuckling, to his group of friends. “Y/N looks stunning tonight,” Nigel said and Marco had to agree. You looked absolutely beautiful in your tight blue dress and matching high heels. He suddenly didn’t like the way how Nigel was looking at his little friend. He looked mesmerized by your beauty and Marco felt something he has never felt before – a sting of jealousy. He was jealous of the way how was Nigel looking at you. He wanted to start yelling at his friend to stop looking at you like that. On that night Marco realized for the first time, that he has feelings for you. He was confused and scared. He didn’t know what to do. Tell you the truth?? What if you don’t feel the same? He didn’t want to lose you. He had a lot of friends, few close friends, but he had only one best friend and it was you. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. But on the other hand he didn’t want to lose the opportunity to know if you feel the same. This was your prom night, so he had the best opportunity to tell you about his feelings. He started looking for you, but when he found you, his heart broke into pieces. You stood under the big oak tree, your hands were wrapped around Nigel’s shoulders, his hands around your waist and your lips locked in passionate kiss. Marco sighed sadly and left the park, with his head kept down low, fighting against the tears which were forming in his eyes. You clearly didn’t love him, you loved Nigel. He knew that you find Nigel highly attractive, so he shouldn’t be surprised that you were making out with him, but it still hurt like hell. He came back to the dancing room and started drinking one shot of whiskey after another. He was barely eighteen years old, so he got drunk pretty quickly, drowning his sorrows in the glass of the golden liquid.

Denmark 2016

You were sobbing loudly into Marco’s chest, cursing Nigel, because he broke up with you. Marco was rubbing your back softly, trying to calm you down. His words usually helped you, but this time you couldn't stop the hot tears as they ran down your cheeks and soaked the soft material of his shirt. You didn’t know why you were here, because Marco was actually the reason why Nigel broke up with you. You have been dating Nigel for three years and everything was beautiful, you were in love, he was your first boyfriend, he was the man who took your Virginity, he was also the man who let you explore the world with him, you two had a lot of fun and you loved each other deeply, but then Nigel started working for a car company and worked a lot in distant locations and you started taking school more seriously so you also didn’t have so much time anymore. Nigel was more and more distant and you started looking for comfort in your best friends arms. Marco was hanging out with you every time you called him; he usually completely changed his schedule because of you, to be with you, to let you cry on his shoulder. And you slowly found yourself falling out of love with your long-term boyfriend and slowly started falling in love with Marco. Nigel figured out what was happening, he was always a good observer, so he said that he can’t date a girl, who is in love with someone else. So you two broke up and you ended up here, in Marco’s arms, crying like a baby, because the destiny probably hated you two. At the same time when you realized your feelings for Marco he started dating his coworker Emma. You buried your feelings for Marco deep inside yourself and learned to be happy for him and his new girlfriend. You two have never become friends but you respected her, because she was making Marco happy and that was all you needed to know. Dublin 2018 – present time

“Omg, Y/N, I can’t wait to show you my new apartment. I felt so lonely when I lived here in Dublin alone, and so did Alex, so living together seemed like the best idea. I honestly don’t know why we didn’t get this idea sooner,” Marco was babbling, super excited to show you his new shared apartment. You flew to Dublin this morning, to pay him a visit and to celebrate your birthday with him. Since he started shooting Vikings you two haven't seen each other as often as you wanted to. Marco was a busy man lately; he was shooting his scenes, giving interviews, posing for photo shoots. Marco became a star over the last few months and you were so proud of him. But no matter how busy he was, he always found at least five minutes to call you and ask you how were your day. He was the sweetest man and your love for him didn’t fade away over the years. It was actually much worse. You watched all of his scenes in Vikings so many times, just to see him every day and to hear his voice. The fact that he broke up with Emma didn’t help you. She couldn’t stand the long distance relationship. She was ridiculously jealous, blaming Marco for sleeping around with his colleagues, especially with Ida after they shot their forest scene together. Marco tried to explain it to her several times, but she always found a new reason why to be jealous and pissed off at him. Marco had enough of this toxic relationship and broke up with her three months ago. You flew to Dublin when they broke up and you were there for him, just like he was there for you, when Nigel broke up with you two years ago. You weren’t dating anyone. You couldn’t start a new relationship, while your head was full of Marco. You knew that it wasn’t healthy, that you were wasting your best years, but you couldn’t change your heart, you couldn’t turn off your feelings for your best friend. Every time when you visited him, you felt yourself falling in love with him little bit more. You discovered things about him, you have never noticed before. How his mouth moved little bit to the right when he was talking about something that he truly liked, how soft his hair were when he got out of shower - you absolutely loved braiding his hair when he let you. You also notice that his ears are actually cute. You loved that little scar on his forehead, he always refused to tell you how he got it, so it had to be while doing something completely silly. You adored his warm tight hugs. You felt safe and secured, when he wrapped his long arms around you and hummed softly into your ear, when you felt insecure, sad or scared. When you were in his tight embrace you always noticed how nice he smelled. But your favorite thing about Marco were his eyes, they were so warm and friendly, they say that eyes are gates to our souls, and when you looked into his eyes, you could see his soul, soul of a pure, joyful, caring, loving and understanding person. But most importantly you loved the way how he treated people, with kindness, empathy, he was friendly, cheerful, funny, helpful and patient, you have never seen him being rude to anybody. You didn’t know anyone who hated Marco. You were completely and fully in love with your best friend and you didn’t know what to do about it. He has never shown any interest in you and you definitely didn’t want to ruin your relationship by telling him about your feelings. You wouldn’t survive his rejection. You would rather swallow your tongue than say something that would make him stop seeing you and befriending you. So here you were, standing next to a happy Marco, listening to his talk about his new apartment, trying your best to not stare at him with heart eyes; not knowing that he feels the same about you, that he is talking so much, to occupy his own mind, because all he wanted to do was to grab your head and kiss you like there was no tomorrow. “Look, the elevator is here,” he said cheerfully and you chuckled. Marco was in such a good mood today and you let yourself believe that it was because of your presence. You were happy that he decided to live with Alex; you met Alex couple times and you found him hilarious, you would probably fall in love with that guy, if you weren’t in love with Marco. Your love for Marco was also the reason why you have never noticed, that Alex actually liked you. He asked Marco about you so many times, trying to get as many information about you as possible to make a good impression on you. He even asked Marco if he can ask you out later tonight and it took a lot of self control for Marco to say that he doesn’t mind as long as you are OK with that. But you didn’t know anything about it, so you were surprised when Marco snapped at you after asking him about Alex. “Just wait a five minutes could you? He is upstairs,” he snapped at you and your eyes wided. “Sorry I asked?” you said clearly offended.

“No, I'm sorry, Y/N! I didn’t sleep well last night and Alex kept singing one song over and over again this morning, annoying the living shit out of me. I'm mad at him, not at you,” he quickly covered the real reason of his snappy reaction. You nodded hesitantly, not being really convinced. Suddenly the static died, leaving you and Marco alone in the dimly lit, unmoving elevator. “What is going on?” you asked him, slightly panicking. “It’s probably nothing, Y/N. Maybe the power went out,” Marco assured you. “Are you sure?” you asked him, your voice shaking; you weren’t the biggest fan of elevators. “Yes, I'm. Are you scared?” he asked you, worried. “A little,” you admitted, already shaking. “Wait a second, I’ll call Alex, he will find out what is going on here,” he spoke with Alex for few seconds, looking at you worriedly. “I am so sorry, Y/N. Alex says that it seems that the power in the whole building is out, they are trying to fix it, but it will probably take hour or two,” Marco said and smiled at you apologizingly, like if it was his fault. He rather didn’t tell you, that Alex said at least two hours, he didn’t want to scare you more than you already were. “Let’s see it from the brighter side, we can spend some time together and talk,” he said with a warm smile and you nodded, slowly going down on the floor, hugging your knees. Marco quickly started talking about Vikings, he told you many stories about the extras and how he pranked Alex many times and  how did Travis Fimmel pranked him on his first day of shooting, soon you were laughing so hard that you were crying and you almost forgot that you are sitting inside the unmoving elevator. Suddenly the lights flicked and the elevator moved a little, but not up towards their apartment, but few inches down, for a moment you thought that you were falling down. You screamed and jumped into Marco’s arms, shaking terribly. “Shhh, it’s OK, Y/N, they  are obviously working on it, this was a good sign, we will be out of here soon,” Marco tried to calm you down, but you were terrified and clutched your fingers onto his leather jacket and held onto it for dear life. “What if we will die here Marco, what if this is our last hour on this world?” you said in panic. “Stop saying things like that, this is a new building, it is safe. It’s uncomfortable situation, yes it is. But we are not going to die here, stop stressing yourself,” he tried to calm you, but you weren’t listening. It was like if the fear made you deaf. “This might be the last time we talk to each other Marco!” you said dramatically and Marco gulped uncomfortably. You were obviously exaggerating, but it made him think about a lot of things. What if you were right? He highly doubt that you were at any risk, but the idea of dying without telling you about his feelings was eating him alive.   “I have to tell you something, Y/N,” he started but you interrupted him. “No, Marco. I have to tell you something, it’s really important!” you said quickly. “No, my thing is definitely more important than yours,” Marco tried to stop you, but you were stubborn. “Shut up and listen to me, before I will lose the courage to tell you!” you said and for the first time in his life Marco started hoping that maybe you want to tell him the same thing he desperately wanted to tell you for years. “Do you remember my break up with Nigel?” you started and Marco nodded, frowning at the memory of you sobbing loudly in his arms. “I told you, that it was the long distance what ruined our relationship, but it wasn’t completely true,” you continued and Marco stayed quiet. “The main reason why we broke up was that I fell in love with someone else. Nigel broke up with me, because he realized sooner than me, that I have feelings for someone I know almost my entire life, that I fell in love with the guy who was there for me from the very beginning, with the guy who always protected me and fought for me against everyone and everything; that I fell for the man who always made me laugh even when my life sucked badly, that I fell for the man who never betrayed me or lied to me. Nigel broke up with me, because he couldn’t live with someone who is desperately in love with her best friend! And I’m sorry that I messed up our friendship Marco, but I had to tell you. This secret is eating me alive for a long years and I can’t anymore,” you ended your confession with tears in your eyes, too scared to look into his green eyes. There was silence for a second and you almost let out a loud sob, when Marco lifted your chin gently and forced you to look into his eyes. You were afraid that you will see pity or disappointment, but what you saw made your heart skip a beat. Marco was looking at you with absolute love and adoration. “Please say something!” you whispered your eyes never leaving his face. Marco started laughing and you gulped loudly, you expected a lot of reactions from him, but laughter was the last thing you would have expected from your sweet Marco. You wanted to escape this small space, but you couldn’t. “Please, at least don’t laugh at me,” you said, fighting back the tears. “No, no, no, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because of this whole situation. I'm laughing at the at the destiny, we could have been together for years now, but we were both hiding our feelings and desires for each other, so we ended up hurt and in unhappy relationships. It sounds like a cheap opera and it’s ridiculous,” you were more confused than before so Marco took your hands in his and your eyes once again found his gentle green ones. “I love you Y/N, I love you for a very long time. I realized that on your prom night. You have been my best friend since I was 10 years old. You were always there for me, always ready to help me with anything I needed. You taught me how to swim even though you were terrified of water, you helped me pass the German class, you were the reason why I never failed any classes at school. You taught me a lot Y/N Y/L/N, but most importantly, you taught me how to be a better man, your softness and kindness formed me through the years and made me who I am today. I love you with all of my heart and there is no other woman on this world, who would make me happier than you, my beloved Y/N,” Marco ended his speech and this time you were really crying. You didn’t know if you were crying because of the lost time, or because you were touched by Marco’s words, but you were crying happy tears. Your Marco loved you back. You didn’t ruin your friendship with your confession of love.  “Please stop crying,” Marco begged you and hugged you tightly. “What are you doing?” he asked you when he heard you muttering something against the side of his neck. “I am praying to all the gods, to not let us die here today!” you said and Marco hugged you tighter. “Gods won’t be that cruel to kill us now, when we found each other!” he assured you and kissed the top of your head. “They were mocking us for years, this would be an epic finale,” you joked and Marco chuckled along with you. “You know what? Let’s piss off the gods,” he smirked and took your head gently into his big hands. You almost stopped breathing when his lips touched yours. You could literally feel sparks flying around your heads. Marco moved his lips slowly against yours, waiting for a response. You began to reciprocate, bringing your arms to rest around Marco's neck. Marco’s lips were so soft and smooth, you melted against him, thanking him silently that he was holding you in his strong arms otherwise you would fall on your knees. You opened your mouth for him, and his tongue gently slipped into your waiting mouth. You moaned when your tongues touched for the first time, feeling like if you don't ever want to stop touching his tongue with yours. You were slowly kissing for few minutes and you started to protest when you felt Marco pulling away from you, but stifled when your best friend's lips connected with your neck. You let out a soft moan of approval, when his smooth lips and tongue traced the side of your neck. Marco's long fingers wrapped into your hair and pulled you closer to him to kiss you again. You felt warmth pulsed between your legs as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. You buckled your hips against his and he released a quiet grunt into your mouth. Your fingers scraped slowly down Marco's leather jacket. When Marco pulled away to nip at the crook of your neck, you stopped him. "I want this Marco, I really do, but not in the elevator," your voice hitched as you felt Marco's soft tongue travel up your neck, his lips latching onto your ear lobe. “I agree, this is not the best place, but it seems like I can’t stop touching you and kissing you,” Marco whispered into your ear while gently biting the top of your ear shell. His fingers caressed your sides as he kept slowly kissing and nibbling at your neck. “Just let me kiss you, until the power goes back on. I need to feel your skin under my fingers, your soft lips against mine, your beautiful body pressed against mine, this feels like heaven, my precious little Jerry,” he used your childhood nickname and you giggled. Your giggle quickly turned into a long moan, when Marco sucked at your sweet spot. “Marco,” you let out a sexy moan and Marco had a hard time to stay cool and don’t push you up against the wall and have you right there. But you were right, he wanted your first time to be special and not a quickie against the elevator wall. He kissed you again and pressed your body against his so tightly, that there was no space between you two. You loved the feeling of his leather jacket under your fingers. Your hands snaked behind his back, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss, making it even harder for Marco to don't ravish you. “Ehm, guys, sorry to interrupt you, but we are here to get you of the elevator,” the fireman said from above your heads and you blushed deeply while Marco scratched his neck while smirking proudly. They quickly got you out of the cabin and you met smirking Alex in the hall. “I see you two had fun down there,” he chuckled and you blushed again while Marco observed his friend. Alex didn’t seem angry that Marco kind of stole you from him. “Sorry bro, I think that you won’t ask her out tonight,” Marco blabbed and you quickly looked at Alex, who didn’t stop smirking after hearing Marco words. “That’s fine, Margo. I said it only to force you to make a move,” he winked at you and Marco looked so confused. “What are you talking about, Alex?” “I’m not blind, I saw the way how you two were looking at each other every time when she visited you here in Dublin. But it seemed like you would never tell each other how you feel, so I thought that making Marco jealous would force him to make a move,” he shrugged his shoulders. “But if I had known that all I need is one unmoving elevator, I would have turned off the power much sooner,” he stuck out his tongue and you gasped. “You did this?” you asked him in shock. “No, I didn’t. This power outage is real,” he said but you still watched him suspiciously. “You should go upstairs, I lit a candle for you,” he said and winked. “And where are you going?” Marco asked him. “Out with Georgia, Jordan and Sophie,” Alex explained. “And you two are not invited, because you have more important things to do,” he smirked and pushed you towards their apartment; he waved at you and ran down the stairs chuckling happily. “He is a dork,” you giggled and Marco nodded. “Yes, he is, but I really love him, he is the most awesome guy I know,” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “So Y/N Y/L/N, can I invite you into our lovely apartment? It’s probably messy, because Alex is a messy person,” he apologized and you chuckled. “Don’t forget that I know you for your whole life Marco. Your home was always a mess, I bet that Alex is the one who is doing all the chores here,” you nudged his side and he laughed loudly. “Damn it, you know me too well, my friend,” he opened the door and stopped laughing when he saw what Alex did with their place. There were lit candles everywhere, enlightening the whole place with dim light, creating a perfect romantic atmosphere. “He is such a sweetheart,” you said and felt a happy tears forming in your eyes again. You were crying too much today, but you didn’t care. This was the best day of your life. “Damn it, Alex,” Marco muttered under his breath and his green eyes shined in the light of the candles. “Do you know if he is single, because he is such a catch,” you joked and Marco pulled you to his chest again. “He is the best friend ever, but let’s forget about him now,” Marco said and kissed you softly again. He took his time with this kiss, your lips were slowly moving against each other, his tongue slowly danced with yours, while his hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer to him. He was kissing you like if you were made of glass and he was afraid that one wrong move could break you into pieces. You enjoyed it, but you wanted more, so you gently bit his bottom lip, taking it between your teeth, earning a low grunt from him. Your hands slipped under his jacket, taking it off slowly,  you kissed, sucked and traced his jaw line humming softly, grinding on him, your tongue sliding across his skin, reaching his neck, were you bit his soft flesh, smirking proudly when you heard his moans. You started unbuttoning his shirt when he stopped you. “Shouldn’t we take things slowly, Y/N?” he asked you while breathing heavily, evidently fighting with his urges. “We know each other for 15 years Marco, I think that we took it slower than anyone before us!” you replied and looked deeply into his eyes. “I trust you with my life, Marco. I know you won’t hurt me, I know that this is not some rushed up one night stand. We both confessed our feelings tonight; we feel the same about each other. I don’t think that I can wait to be yours any longer. Please, Marco, be my birthday gift,” you batted your eyelashes at him, and you saw how his bright eyes darkened with desire. “As you wish, baby,” he kissed you again, this time more passionately. You two moved together, your bodies pressing against each other, lips and tongues seeking each other out. The feeling of Marco's hands roaming your body was amazing. He was kissing you with such passion that you were out of breath soon. "I have wanted you for so long," he breathed out and moved his delicious lips to your neck. You extended your neck to the side, giving Marco more room to trail kisses and love bites. A few moans escaped your lips when he bit down a bit harder, making sure to leave marks in his wake. “You drive me crazy,” Marco mumbled as he apologetically kissed a spot he bit. He reached your blouse and silently asked you with his eyes if it’s OK to take it off. You didn’t say anything, but you grabbed the hem of your blouse and pulled it over your head. Marco grunted when he saw you in your red bra. “You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he praised you and his fingers reached for your breasts for the first time. His touches were like feather, it seemed like he is afraid to touch you, scared that you will vanish into thin air as soon as he will place his hands on you. “Stop torturing me, please touch me, Marco,” you whined when he was admiring you for a long time. “Sorry, my love, this still feels so unreal to me,” he apologized and kissed your neck again, slowly reaching your bra, he slid one bra strap down out of the way of his lips. His hand lowered your other strap, caressing your shoulders while his mouth moved down to the soft mound of your breasts, he unclasped your bra and groaned when your breasts came into light. “So perfect,” he mumbled and cupped your breasts into his big hands. You sighed softly, enjoying the feeling. Marco’s thumbs flicked across your nipples and you bit your lip in pleasure. He started placing open mouth kisses on your neck, slowly going lower and lower, making you sigh happily, your sighs turned into moans when he licked over your hard nipple. Marco took your right nipple into his mouth, drawing deeply and flicking his tongue across the peak. "Marco," you moaned loudly and you cupped the back of his head and arched your back. "Fuck babe, I love it when you cry out my name like this," Marco purred and took your nipple into his warm mouth and sucked it gently, while he squeezed your other breast with his hand and wrapped his free arm around your back. Marco sucked on your nipple harder and flicked it with his tongue as he gripped the other nipple with his thumb and index finger, pinching it. You were panting out loud as you ran your fingers through his honey colored hair, tugging at it, showing him how much you are enjoying his actions. Marco kept kissing your breasts while he started to move his hand down from your breast until he reached your underwear. He slid his hand inside, moaning against your breast, when he felt how wet you are for him. You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair, from the feeling of his hands making contact with your slick folds. "Marco, babe, please..." you begged him, needing to feel his fingers inside you. He pushed two fingers inside and flicked them around. He picked up the pace of thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he placed his thumb on your clit and began to rub it. "Already, my love?" He smirked when he felt your walls pulsing around his fingers after few right movements. "It's been a while since man touched me like this," you admitted and rolled your eyes when Marco hit the special spot inside you. "Have you been with someone since you broke up with Nigel?" he asked softly and you shook your head. "No, every time when someone asked me out, I started thinking about you and I couldn't," you admitted. "I am so sorry that I didn't get the guts to tell you sooner," Marco apologized sincerely. "Let's take care of you baby girl," he smiled devilishly and grabbed your hand and dragged you into his bed room, he pushed you onto his bed and kissed you slowly, leaving you breathless, moving down your body until he reached your soaked core. He was kissing the skin on your thighs, slowly reaching your wet womanhood. You stared at him as he leaned further down and his nose grazed your clit. His tongue ran slowly over it and your body shot up, but his strong hands held your hips in place. His tongue flicked over it couple times before he started to suck it into his mouth. You pulled yourself out off the bed and let out a throaty moan. "Dear God, Marco," you whimpered and you felt him smiling proudly against your clit. He continued to suck on it as you started to shake from the pleasure, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up inside you. Marco stopped sucking your bundle of nerves and kitten licked it few times, moving it in circles with his tongue. You trashed against the bed, overwhelmed by the pleasure his tongue was giving to you. "Don't stop Marco, please don't stop," you begged him desperately but he had no intention to stop bringing you to your release. He took your clit into his mouth again and you couldn't take it anymore, you started shaking and screamed his name loudly, filling his mouth with your pleasure. He placed sweet kissed all over your body given you time to recover from your earth shattering orgasm. “That was my way of saying >>I am sorry that I made you wait too long<<” he smiled and you gave him a dopey smile. “Am I forgiven?” he asked cheekily and you nodded. “This was the best apology I have ever got from you, Ilsø!” you chuckled and pulled him down for a loving kiss. “Take it off,” you told him and helped him to get rid of his white shirt and black jeans. You ran your fingers down his athletic body, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin under your fingers, your nails scraped down his torso until you reached his underwear and fisted your hand around his hard shaft. Your hand danced over his throbbing cock, your fingers curling around to cradle him. You ran your hand up the length, reaching his head so slowly, dragging your thumb over the tip, smearing the drop of the pre-cum over his head. Your hand started moving up and down on his shaft, Marco jerked a few times against your touch, desperate for relief. You continued to work his cock, your hand so tight and so fucking amazing around him. "This is MY way of saying >>I am sorry, please forgive me<<," you smirked when you felt how close he was. Suddenly Marco moved too quickly, and before you knew it you were lying on your back, with Marco on top of you. “Let’s forgive each other, babe! Deal?” he grinned and pinned both of your hands over your head with one of his strong arms. He kissed you again to silence your protests. “I hope that you are on the pill, baby girl, because I don’t have a condom and I honestly don’t want to go to Alex’s room butt naked and start looking for one,” Marco hummed against your ear and you giggled. “I am on the pill, don’t worry, Marco. Please stop talking, and start making love to me,” you urged him and he smirked against your cheek. “You are so eager, baby girl,” he bit your earlobe gently. “You are lucky that it’s your birthday, so I won’t tease you any longer,” he nipped your neck, biting it softly, to distract you from the moment when his hard cock slipped into your wet entrance. “Oh gods,” you moaned and dug your nails into Marco’s shoulders. “You feel so good, baby girl,” Marco whispered against your neck, waiting a second to let you adjust to his size. He started slowly thrusting into you, while looking into your eyes lovingly. “You feel like heaven, Y/N. It feels like if you were made for me,” growing impatient with himself he started to increase his pace, his eyes never leaving yours, watching you with such adoration that you felt your heart bursting with love. “I love you so much, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I will tell it to you so many times, to make up for the lost time,” he said and you leaned up to kiss him passionately, while wrapping your legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside you. Your arms tightened around Marco's shoulders as he started to thrust, hard and fast. Exactly how you needed it. You were past the point of slow and easy. You needed him to pound you. To take you, to make you let go. Make you his. Every thrust made you gasp, your hips tilting to get him deeper. Every retreat made you want him to come back. Harder. Marco kissed you hard, hearing you moan low in your chest as your lips melded. His tongue slid into your mouth and played with yours, coaxing you into gliding against his with the same rhythm. His thrusts became erratic, you cried out, your arms winding around his neck to hold on as he pounded into you. Marco didn't hold anything back, he was pounding into you hard and fast, groaning loudly as your walls started squeezing his cock deliciously. His orgasm built until he couldn't hold it back and pumped his release into you. Marco's orgasm triggered yours and he felt the strong convulsions of your pussy sucking him deeper. He groaned loudly and carefully fell on top of you. “Happy birthday, Y/N!” he kissed your cheek, trying to catch his breath. “Oh Marco, this is the best gift you have ever gave to me,” you grinned and kissed his upper lip gently. “Well actually, I have something epic for you!” he said and started looking for something on his night stand. “I can't imagine anything more epic than this,” you giggled but watched him with curiosity. “Found it!” he said triumphally and gave you a present wrapped in beautiful bloody red paper. “What is that, Marco?” you asked curiously while unwrapping it. “You will see,” he said nervously, watching your reaction, when you finally got rid of the paper. You looked at your gift and you couldn’t say a word, you were overwhelmed with feelings. “What is this, Marco?” you asked him, your voice shaking when you looked at the book in your hands. It was your book, it was your story, a novel you wrote and sent it to him to read it and tell you his opinion about it. “I love the story you wrote babe, and I know that you think that it’s not worth publishing, but I strongly disagreed, so I sent it to one of my friends, who is a publisher and he loved it. He printed one hundred copies of it and he is ready to start selling it tomorrow, if you will agree, of course. If it will have success, he will print more copies,” he explained and you didn’t know what to say. This was definitely the best gift, you have ever received from someone. Marco was truly your best friend, he knew you too well, you didn’t say anything but hugged him tightly. “I love you so much Marco Ilsø, you have no idea, this is best birthday gift ever,” you whispered. Marco hugged you happily from behind and you two stayed like that for few minutes enjoying each other’s company, looking forward for the future days.

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

I Don’t Share

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Marco Ilsø/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: PG Length: One Shot Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Marco’s girlfriend comes to visit and one of his female costars real or made up has a crush on him and keeps flirting with him and he’s just oblivious. He’s too busy with his lady to even notice - was the prompt, here is what I got. I do hope you like it @danceyreagan

"A sight for sore eyes." Jordan joked, wrapping his arms around you, his beard acting like a cushion. "I'm glad you've decided to spend some time with us."

"I have some time off of work and figured, why not? Sitting around an apartment in Dublin is much more fun than sitting around home by myself." You jest and playfully elbow Marco.

"At least here you have me to cuddle all night long." Marco beamed, his chubby cheeks dimpling, causing your smile to grow even wider. He had to be the most adorable man you'd ever met, despite his bossiness.

"This is true." You nod in agreement. Kissing his cheek and turning your attention back to the tall Scot-turned Australian on the opposite side of you. "So, what's good to eat here, anyway?"

You were more apt to trust Jordan's palate than Marco's, as much as you loved him there were times when Marco's tastes had gotten you into a few tricky situations. There was no way you could stand a repeat of the torpedo soup and sago worm. Your trip to Malaysia was supposed to be fun, not a culinary nightmare.

Scanning the menu, Jordan rattled off a few of his favourite dishes, pointing out various starters, sides, and mains. He was in the middle of explaining how well the Murphy's Stout paired with the pot pie, when a few others joined the table. Focused on Jordan's intricate description of how the lamb stew melted into the pie, you were a little delayed in welcoming the new faces.

"I see they're already ahead of the game." Alex snickered trying to snatch the menu from Jordan.

"Aye, fuck off." Jordan pulled the menu away, laughing.

"Hi Alex." You manage to lean across Jordan for an impossible hug.

"Jordie, who is your new friend?" The unfamiliar dark haired woman on the other side of Marco asked. Not waiting to be introduced, she leaned across Marco, her hand extended. "I'm Esme."

"Esme, lovely to meet you." You shook her hand, introducing yourself. "I've heard...such nice things."

In truth the most you'd heard was how she had joined the cast a few months ago. Her character, Inger, was to be brought into the new season and you knew that Esme was from somewhere in Wales, originally. When you got to talk to Marco on the phone, your conversations about work and co-workers was often brief.

"Well, Jordie has told me nothing about you." Her absolutely stunning green eyes focused on the bearded man beside you.

"Why would I?" Jordan shrugged, a smirk crossing his face. "She's not my girlfriend."

"Oh, I thought...never mind." Esme dismissed you and your connection. "So, Marco, what are you doing after? Did you want to head over to the pool hall, I could really use some practice." Her voice had gone to an almost sickening tone.

Watching from his seat next to Jordan; Alex held back a burst of laughter. Resorting to a loud "Ow!" when Alicia smacked him in the chest following her action with a warning glare.

"I can't." Marco quietly added, his brow furrowed with a pout. "I'm busy, after."

"Too busy for me? I thought we had fun last week." Esme gripped his bicep.

Funny, Marco didn't mention anything about playing pool last week. Whatever, if he'd done something wrong, you would have heard by now. One of Marco's traits was being unable to hide a guilty conscience.

"We did, at least I had fun." Alex spoke up, giving you a silent indication that Marco wasn't in the habit of going out with other girls when you weren't around. "Hey, Es. You, Alicia,  Jordan, and I could still go."

"What about you?" Esme smiled at you.

"I can't, Marco and I are going to a movie after." You shrugged and turned your attention back to the others. "You're all welcome to come, of course. We're not sure what we want to see yet, but we're open to suggestions."

There was no use in making this poor girl feel foolish for flirting with somebody's boyfriend. You knew that Marco was forthcoming, in telling people all about you, unless he felt the other person had no business knowing his. If Esme wasn't in the loop, then Marco wasn't her friend, yet.

Shaking his head, Marco made a small grunt, his arm shooting around you in a tight protective manner. A display to show that you were with him and be damned if anyone got in on that. "Nope, no they're not. No crashing our date." His bun bobbed with the movement of his head.

"But what if I wanted to spend time with my friends?" You lean into him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Nope, too bad. They get dinner, sorry guys. She's mine and I don't share."

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[angelaiswriting]

I need your help!

Hello hello! I've just passed my second to last exam of my uni life (woohoo 🙌) and I'm taking two days off (Saturday and Sunday, I'm not really considering tomorrow since I have to meet up with my professor for my thesis). SO I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU, MY LOVELY PEEPS!

I'd really appreciate your vote to update something before I start studying for my last German exam. The question is:

WHICH STORY WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO UPDATE?

(you can find the stories below in the masterlist following the link you find in my bio)

Please, Don't Leave Me (Hvitserk x reader)

It's Always Been You (Marco Ilsø x OC)

Succubus (Loki x OC)

Let me know in the comments or by leaving an ask! You can both drop the number or the title, it's okay both ways. Tomorrow night I'll pick the most voted story and I'll start working on the new chapter on Saturday and hopefully it'll be posted before Monday! ❤️

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I'm tagging a bunch of people since you're on my lists for these stories and maybe you want to express your preference. (Let's just hope Tumblr will notify me this time...)

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Hvitserk x reader

Word Count 3,105

You meet Hvitserk when your father joins in the raid on England, and just fall for each other.

~Hvitserk ~ 18+

I was on my way to Kattegat, and why would you ask. It is because my father decided to join the son of Ragnar, Ivar the boneless, to pretty much take over England. The sons of Ragnar have split up, Bjorn went to the Mediterranean, Ivar, Ubbe, and Hvitserk are in Kattegat, and Sigurd died by the hands of Ivar. My uncle Halfdan decided to join Bjorn on his travels, and it hurt father terribly. I couldn't blame him on wanting to travel, because my dream is to travel the seas even though I am a princess. Father always says I can't be left unguarded, because I am important to the kingdom. I'm pretty sure he would die if he knew I have been learning, in secret with the shieldmaidens who watched over me, how to fight. My best weapons are my bow, and my sword.

I hear a horn in the distance, and I jump up to see Kattegat come into view. It was a big town, had a big trading route, and had the best warriors. I have learned everything from stories to actual truth about Kattegat, and King Ragnar has built such a great legacy. It's a shame his sons are destroying it. 

As we dock I can see my father's big smile from here, and with him are three men watching everyone unload. I smile as I run to my father. 

"Father!'' I jump on him causing us to fall. 

He laughs as he holds me to him. "(Y/n) you made it.'' He says in his gruff voice I missed so much. 

A man next to father helps me up, so he can get up. We laugh as we turn to the other men. One has crutches, another has a beard, and the one that helped me up had braids. 

"This is my daughter, (y/n). She will be going on the raid with us." My father announces to these men.

"Oh really? So princess what will you do on the raid, cook?" The one with the crutches says. 

"Hmm you must be Ivar the boneless. I've heard you were very smart in strategy, but no one said you were this rude." Ivar scoffs as I put my hand on my hips. "Actually I'm here to heal, and raid. My father has yet to understand even though I am a princess I can raid, but I'm sure I could take down a measly English man." I laugh as we walk through Kattegat. 

The other men laugh along with me, but Ivar just glares at me. We walked into the great hall, and it was filled with people. The men with father walk off, and they sit on the thrones. 

"They are the sons of Ragnar. Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Ivar. I knew those maidens were teaching you more than your lessons, and now I think you are ready." Father smiles at me.

"Wait? You knew?" I turned to him in shock.

"Now I do." He laughs. "Daughter I only wanted to protect you from battle, but it runs in your blood." He wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Now go eat, drink and have fun we leave in a couple days." 

After my father walks away, I just walk around watching everyone party carefree. Some are dancing, some eating at the table, some drinking, and some having fun in the corner. I sit next to one of the sons of Ragnar, Hvitserk I believe. 

"Are you having fun, princess?'' He asks, taking a bite of bread.

"Yes. People in Kattegat sure know how to have fun." I laugh nodding my head to the couple in the far corner.

He chuckles when he sees them. "Well not everyone has control of themselves." He says sipping his drink.

"That is very true." I smile eating a grape. 

"So tell me princess what do you want to find in this raid?"

"Well I want adventure, and hopefully a new hair piece. The one father got last time broke when I was training." He nods as he listens to me. "What about you?"

"I'm just there to be with my brother." He nods to Ivar, who is watching over everyone. 

We talked about everything we could think of from childhood to the last raid he was on. I love listening to him tell me stories of his travels. I didn't know we had talked that long until I looked up, and saw almost everyone's gone to bed, even Father. 

''Oh. Well it seems to be time for bed." I stand smiling at him. "Goodnight prince Hvitserk." I walk toward the doors of the great hall. 

"Wait!" He yells after me. "Let me walk you. Don't want you getting lost." He smiles down at me. 

Be grabs a torch as we walk out the Great Hall. As we walk along the streets of Kattegat he has his arm around my shoulder. We finally get to a cabin that father had set aside just for me, and I stop at the little porch before the door. 

"Thank you Hvitserk. I should have gotten lost." I laugh.

"I'll always be here to help." He leans in playing with the ends of my hair. 

"Always, huh?" I smile up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

I couldn't stop him before he kisses me, but when I feel his lips I can't pull back. He grabs my hips as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and I deepen the kiss. I feel his hands all over my sides, lower back, and the top of my ass. I moan as we pull apart for air, and I grab his hand as we walk inside. 

"Go lay down princess as I start you a fire." He points to the bed. 

I lay my weapons and cap on the table before I walk to the bed as he turns to the fire. I bite my lip as I untie my dress letting it fall to the ground, next to the bed, leaving me in my slip. I hear him move behind me as I pull the fur back, but I'm stopped by hands on my hips. He pulls me to his chest as he moves my hair to one side, and he kisses up and down my neck. 

"I knew you would have curves like a goddess." He whispers in my ear.

"Hvitserk." I gasp as I lean my head back on his shoulder. 

"Lay down my princess." He grunts. 

I listened to him, and when I looked up he was taking his weapons and shirt off. He slides into bed next me with his hand over my waist, and the other under my head as he leans over me. I run my hand up his arm as I bite my lip, but when I look in his eyes they are completely black. He leans down with a gentle kiss, but it soon turns into a heated kiss. I feel his hand move down my hip to the end of my slip, and mine in his hair. He pulls my slip up my body as he pulls back to take it off of me. He comes back to kissing me, and he climbs on top of me grabbing my thigh in a tight grip when I run my knees up his hips. He starts kissing along my neck down to my shoulder then to my breasts, and he grabs one as he sucks the other. I grab his head lightly pushing him closer as I arch into him. 

"Hvitserk." I moan.

He looks up at me. "You look just like a Goddess (y/n). I swear I'm never going to leave this bed." He feverishly kissed along my stomach causing me to giggle. 

"We will have to leave at some point." I grab his face in my hands. "People will come look eventually." I smile as I kiss him. 

He growls as he climbs back over me, and my hands run down his body to his pants. I start to untie his pants, but he stops me. He looks me in the eyes as he pulls his pants off, and when he lets go of my hands he grabs my thighs. I bite my lip, watching him over me, as he slowly enters me. I gasp as I grab his shoulders, and my eyes close. He puts his arms around my back as he starts to slowly grind into me, and kisses along my chest. 

"(Y/n)." He moans with his forehead on my chest. 

I grind along with him when I grab the back of his neck, and my head falls back with a long moan. He lays me down grabbing my hips, and he kisses me deeply as he starts to pound into me. I squeeze my legs around his side as I pull away to catch my breath. 

"Gods!'' 

"Oh Hvitserk!" He moans and I scream out as we finish together. 

He falls on the bed next to me, and pulls me to his chest. I lay my head above his heart, and I listen to it pound away. I can't stop the smile on my face as he plays with my hair. 

"I'm going to tell your father tomorrow that I'm going to marry you after the raid." He kisses my head.

"Hvitserk." I sit up. "Marry me? Are you sure? I mean..." he stops me with a kiss.

"Yes. You are strong, smart, beautiful, and I haven't felt this close to anyone, not even my brothers. I need someone who isn't a whore, and I just know you aren't like that." He plays with my hair as he talks. 

"You can tell my father, but I won't answer until the raid is finished." I tell him. "I need to know if I feel what you feel, and if what you feel isn't just sex.''

"I understand, love. For now get some sleep, and let's hope your father doesn't kill me tomorrow." I giggle in his chest as we lay back down.

~The morning~

My father comes barreling through the door this morning making me jump awake, and grabbing my knife. I relaxed when I noticed it was him, but by the look on his face I couldn't relax fully. 

"A son of Ragnar, and one that shares women with his brother." My father sits at the table as he talks. "Is that what you have been taught? You want to be treated like some thrall?" He growls. 

I was putting my dress on as he ranted, so by the end I was standing in front of him. 

"Father who said anything about sharing?" I smirk.

"Don't mock me, child! He came, and told me this morning that you two will marry when we finish raiding!" My father stands as he yells down at me.

"He did what?!" I yell. "I didn't tell him that! I told him I would give my answer after we raid!" I storm out of my cabin toward the Great Hall. 

As I stomp my way through Kattegat, Hvitserk and I have only spent one day together, and he tells my father lies. I can't believe he would do this. I look around the Hall for my "husband to be", and before I see him Ivar comes walking toward me with a smirk. 

"Ah my new sister. Have you come looking for your husband?" He laughs.

"Where is the fool, Ivar?" I roll my eyes. 

"He is hiding at the hunting cabin. Come I'll take you." I follow him to his chariot. 

We breeze through the trees, and come to a gallop when we are close to a cabin. Once we get close I see Hvitserk and Ubbe outside, but once Hvitserk sees Ivar isn't alone he tries to run. 

"DON'T RUN YOU COWARD!" I yell after him causing him to stop. 

Ivar comes to a stop next to the gate, and I jump off with a glare at Hvitserk. Ubbe laughs as I stomp toward his idiot brother. Once I stand in front of him he tries to smirk at me, but I catch him by surprise by pushing him onto the ground. Ivar and Ubbe laugh as I straddle his waist. 

"Why did you lie?!" I smack his arm. "Why did you tell my father? Why you idiot?" I kept hitting him. "I swear to the Gods if I didn't actually like you I would kill you right here." I yell as someone pulls me off of him. 

"Okay. Okay calm down little Freya he's had enough." Ubbe laughs. 

"Wait, so you like me?" Hvitserk says when he stands back up. 

"THAT'S ALL YOU HEARD?! I swear the Gods wasted a brain to make you." I turn away from him with my arms crossed. 

He pulls me to him by my hips. "Don't be mad at me, Princess." He whispers in my ear. "It just slipped out, because I was excited." He kisses above my ear. 

"You think kissing me, and being all cute I'm going to just stop being mad at you?" I turn to him. "I'm not some foolish girl you can charm. You will not speak to me until the raid is over. You ruined it." I stomped away from the shocked sons of Ragnar. 

"WAIT (Y/N)!" Hvitserk yells after me. "I'M SORRY!" I just keep walking back to the cabin. 

We left in the morning for the raid, and I couldn't be more happy. I hate that I had to come to Kattegat in the first place, and ever opened my heart to that idiot. I throw my knife onto the table as I slouch in the chair. My door is opened slowly, and I can tell by the footsteps it's my father. 

"Please leave. I want to be alone." I snap.

"Daughter I am sorry for this morning. It was just shocking my only daughter has grown so much. I know Hvitserk cares for you, and you care for him." He sits across from me.

''I told him I would answer his question after the raid. I just wanted to see how he acts toward me." I scuff. "You think I don't know the stories of the sons of Ragnar sharing the slave girl only to have Ubbe marry her, but the girl turned crazy." I feel a drop on my hand making me look up in confusion. 

"You are so guarded." He walks to me taking my face in his hands. "It's okay to be in love, daughter." He wipes my cheeks with his thumbs. 

With that he walked out leaving me alone with my thoughts, and they were filled with Hvitserk. 

~At camp in england~ 

It has been almost a month since my little outburst, but once we got to England I was getting presents on my bed. A little coin purse, a bowl full of my favorite fruits, a fur blanket, a new set of arrows, and almost everyday flowers would rest on my pillow after breakfast. I knew they came from Hvitserk, and I just couldn't face him or my father yet. I came alone to raid, but I couldn't go into battle like I wanted. I was just a healer for now, and I had the other healers watching over me since we first got here. 

"Sweet girl you have to tell that boy. Every night he passed out from drinking, and we have to force him to eat, and you know how much he usually eats." Skuld says as she hands me herbs for my nerves. 

"I am tonight." I sip the drink.

"Hopefully it helps him fight harder." She says to herself. 

I sigh as I finish my drink, and with a smile of thanks I walk back to my tent. I spot Hvitserk walking in front of it looking nervous, and when I get closer he looks up at me. I smile at him as he walks to me. 

''(Y/n) I need to talk with you before battle tomorrow." He takes my hand walking us in the tent tying it shut. 

I just sit on the bed waiting for him to talk, but he just walks back and forth. I sigh, grabbing his hand. 

"Hvitserk I have something important to tell you. Just sit down and you can tell me what you wanted after." I take a deep breath. "Hvitserk...um..when we got here I wasn't feeling really well. Skuld noticed before anyone, so she helped me." I grab his hands. "I'm with child Hvitserk. That's why I haven't spoken to you, and I love all the gifts you..." He kisses me to stop my rant.

"I'm going to be a father? Me?" He laughs. "I can't believe it." He kisses me deeply. 

He lays us back with his kisses going everywhere he can reach. He pulls my legs around his waist as he kisses me, and he unties his pants in a hurry. I pull my dress off as his hands run up my thighs. He growls in my neck as he takes me, and holds me in place. 

"Hvitserk." I moan in his shoulder. 

"I've missed you, My Princess." He kisses me deeply as he slowly moves in and out. 

He rolls us, and I lean my head back as I grind against him. He kisses my chest as his hands run up and down my sides, and I grab the back of his neck to move faster. 

"Gods." He moans, gripping my hips moving in me deeper. 

"Oh Hvitserk." My legs shake as I moan loud. 

"Moan loud, love. Let the whole camp who you belong to." He kisses up my neck.

He flips us again, and starts ramming into me causing me to practically scream his name. He pulls me close to him as he groans in my ear, and he falls next to me. 

"You are definitely marrying me when we get home." He pulls me close to his chest. 

I giggle. "I know." 

After battle Hvitserk comes to my tent, and he gifts me a new hair piece he found in the queens room. He also found a cute bracelet with red gems on it. We got married a week after we arrived in Kattegat, and my father nearly killed Hvitserk when we told him I was with child. I gave birth to our daughter Inger (means hero's daughter), and she has all the men in Kattegat wrapped around her finger. Once our daughter was 4 I had our son Týr, and he doesn't leave my side. 

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The Arrangement

Chapter Eleven: Thin Ice

Warnings: None. (Warnings will be updated with each chapter so make sure you read them!)

Chapter Eleven Summary: An unexpected tale of fate.

Word count: 2,396

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A noise. A noise so faint you almost ignored it. Almost. It pricked into your ear and worried into your brain, until you got out of bed. Hvitserk had finally fallen asleep, and you debated on whether or not to wake him. He looked so peaceful… you decided against it. 

The windows of your chamber were frosted over, except for one pane, and when you went to look out you were met with nothing but heavy snowfall. It was coming down so hard you could barely make out the other buildings. All of the torches were extinguished. All of the people were safe in their homes…

No one could have made a noise outside.

No one would be crazy enough to subject themselves to weather like this. 

Another knock makes you flinch. This time it is louder, almost as if someone is tapping on the window from the outside. You know that is not possible. 

And so, you open the window. Cold air and snow blow in making you gasp and cover yourself “Oh that was foolish, what is wrong with me?” You struggle to get the window closed again. Fighting with the wind like it’s some great battle. 

Out of breath and freezing, you lock the window and turn to go back to bed. Satisfied that no one is at the window and the noise must have come from somewhere else inside of the castle. Maybe Ivar is walking around, pacing the halls, waiting for someone else to try and usurp him so he can hang them. 

You step in a puddle of melted snow on your way back to bed and you have to stop yourself from screaming when the cold water touches your bare feet. 

Shaking your foot off, you sigh, you can’t just leave a puddle in the middle of the floor. What if Hvitserk wakes before you and slips. You’d never forgive yourself. Grabbing a fur from the foot of the bed you begin using it to soak up the water. 

Agin the noise startles you, seeming much louder than a second ago. You turn, but again no one is at the window.

 How is he sleeping through all of this?

You gasp and fall backwards when you pick up the fur. Out of the water formed a bird. A beautiful white raven… just like in your dream. 

She caws, except it doesn’t sound like a bird, it sounds like the knocking. She caws over and over, walking closer to you. Leaving watery claw prints behind. The knocking gets louder and louder, her cawing turns into a scream

You realize it’s you screaming…

And Hvitserk is holding you tight, rocking you back and forth, chanting that you are ok and that you need to wake up.

Out of it and confused, you pull away from him. You’re shaking and drenched in sweat, your throat is hoarse from screaming but you scream again when the door to your chambers slams open. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

It’s Ivar and that is a shock in and of itself. Since when does Ivar care if you are ok?

“Did you have it too? The dream.” He asks

Hvitserk groans “Ivar leave us be, I can handle this-“ 

“No!” He yells “I had a dream and I need to know if she had the same one. I need to know if it was a dream or a vision” 

“Ivar you are not a god!”

“Stop it!” You yell, and move away from both of them. You look at Ivar and question “A vision?” 

“I dreamt that you were running in a storm and fell through ice, I was trying to save you.” 

The snow storm, the knocking, stepping in the water… it all makes sense. “My dream was not exactly like yours, but I understand it now.” 

Hvitserk moves closer to you and takes your hand “Tell me what happened” 

“It all felt so real, you were sleeping. I heard a knocking sound coming from the window. It was storming and water came inside when I opened the window, the water turned into a white raven and her cawing sounded like the knocking too. Until it turned into my own screams.” 

“I was trying to break the ice with my crutch, that was the knocking. And when you opened the window that is when you fell through… Guards! Bring me The Seer, now.”

Hvitserk stands and places a hand on Ivar’s shoulder “Ivar he doesn’t leave his hut, he will not come to you” 

Ivar smiles “He will or I will kill him” he looks at you then and you notice his eyes are even more blue than you remembered “She is forbidden from going outside, I will not take any chances-” 

“You can’t do that!” You scream, cutting off his sentence  “I will not be locked up in here” 

“You will stay if I say so, Gods help me I will bar these very doors and windows shut if I see you outside even once.” 

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For fear of falling through the ice twice in one night, you conceded. Even if it means being locked up in this hell castle until spring. Your only hope would be for Ivar to leave on a raid or something, but then that meant Hvitserk could possibly go with him and you would be alone. All alone in a big castle… Truth be told you feared that more than every Viking in Kattegat. 

“You are over thinking my love” Hvitserk whispers as he kisses your cheek “This is going to be alright, winter will be gone in a couple months, then we will be married in your meadow.” 

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and try to be positive. Only a couple months, you could do that. After the dream you had you should want to stay inside anyway. And if this was all a vision of things to come- well you don’t know, you don’t know what you’re going to do. But staying inside is a good start. 

“The seer will not come!” Ivar yells, slamming his horn of ale on the table and startling everyone. “How can he refuse me? I am king!”

Hvitserk smirks “I told you brother, I told you he would not leave his hut.” 

“Why can’t we just go to him?” You ask. “We don’t have to cross a lake to get to his hut, Do we?” 

“I have forbidden you from going outside" 

You sigh,  not wanting to argue. You're so tired of arguing with men and not solving anything. So for the rest of the night you stay as silent as a mouse. Ignoring everyone, including Hvitserk. You know he just wants to protect you, keep you safe, but it's infuriating that he is agreeing with Ivar. Since when does he agree with Ivar? Never. They are always at each other's throats.  

Your silence however doesn't go entirely unnoticed, Freydis sees it, can tell what is going on. She steps down from her throne and takes a seat next to you. At first you are weary, she's Ivar’s wife after all, she could just be following orders, trying to trick you.  Spy for him.

"I like having another woman here," she says with a smile "it makes me feel not so alone."

You nod "We hardly see each other though, you are always busy with Ivar."

She laughs "He's a handful, but not as dangerous as everyone thinks…but don't tell him I told you that."

You smile "I won't, promise."

She looks towards Ivar and you do the same, noticing Hvitserk has joined him and they are talking civilly. It almost looks like they care about each other, like they could get along and be great friends if ivar wasn't so- so Ivar. 

Freydis hums and looks back at you "You do not know much about being a viking, do you?"

"Is it that obvious?" You say with a laugh 

"The seer is a very important man, he can tell us our future. If he chooses. He can tell us what we are destined to do and if we will stray from that path. He is all-knowing. That is why Ivar wants you to see him."

You nod "I understand, but if he will not come then how am I supposed to see him? Ivar will not let me leave."

The queen leans in and whispers, so soft that you can tell she's said things in secret before. Perhaps you are not the only one Freydis has tried to help. 

"There is a back gate just outside of the courtyard, it is not guarded. Ivar leaves it hidden incase he needs to make a quick escape. I will get the key and unlock it for you after Ivar falls asleep tonight-"

You stop her "How am I to know when he falls asleep?"

She smiles "look at them, it won't be long before both men are out like a flame." She continues "The Seer's hut is small and dark in color, animal bones hang from the door.  You can not miss it."

Taking a deep breath you say "Ivar will kill me if he finds out."

Freydis stands "Then be quick and quiet, princess. If he awakes I will keep him occupied for as long as I can."

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It was easy enough to escape, what with Ivar and Hvitserk being drunk out of their minds. One minute they were laughing and saying how much they loved each other and the next they were rolling around on the floor fighting. In that moment you decided that you'll never understand men. Especially viking men.

After Freydis unlocked the gate, The trek through the snow wasn't as bad as you would have thought, and the Seer's hut was relatively close. If you weren't so paranoid you might have actually enjoyed the walk. 

As you entered the hut a wave of nausea washed over you, a sort of sinking feeling set deep in your heart. And suddenly you knew you were not going to receive good news. 

"I've been waiting for you" A raspy voice says out of the darkness "come closer child, come and sit down."

As you step further into the hut you find him, a tall dark figure dressed in a torn black cloak. His features are hidden from you but from the sound of his voice, you are glad. 

He reaches out for you and reluctantly you give him your hand and allow him to pull you closer. "Say what you've come here to say. Waste not my time."

"I want to know my future… not- not all of it just, Ivar."

He chuckles, a sound so sinister it rattled the bones in your body. "Ivar the boneless,"  he speaks his name with pause "Not a God, as he would like to think." 

You nod "I know he is not, I want to know if he will be the cause of my death-"

The Seer stops you. Holding up his hand "I can not tell you of such things. Nor would you want to know."

You scoff and begin to leave "I knew I should not have come here, you're just a fraud. Just another man who wants to make people believe that he is more than ordinary… you're no better than Ivar-"

"I am nothing like Ivar Lothbrook," he growls "I have seen a great many things. War. Death. Murder. Darkness. I have seen it all. I have seen your future child and I shudder at the sight." 

He stands and blocks your way to the door, stopping you from leaving. "Please let me go," You plead "I no longer require your sight." 

He grabs your hand roughly and brings it to his mouth, licking your palm. He growls once more and begins to ramble  "Your lives are intertwined and mangled. Hate. Love. Everything hangs in the balance. I see a fate worse than death. You speak of being ordinary but you are no such thing. You are greater than you think and Ivar will fall because of this greatness… He is just a man. He will fall. You will make sure of that."

Violently he let's you go, he's panting and disoriented, so you take the chance and run past him. Out of his hut and back towards the castle. 

Once the gate is closed behind you, you fall to your knees. Out of breath and shaking. 

You would be Ivars downfall? And what did he mean when he said you are not ordinary? You have no powers, no control over your own life. You can't do magic or spells, you are no seer. 

So what did he mean?

Footsteps bring you back to reality and only then do you realize you are completely out in the open. Luckily it is still snowing… maybe no one has seen you. 

Slowly, you begin your walk back inside. The castle isn't too far away from the gate so you're praying no one will stop you. Or recognize you. 

Your heart is racing you can hear it in your ears, like the menacing beat of a drum. You know you're walking back into a situation that could possibly be dangerous. Ivar could be waiting for you, this could have all been a trap. 

You should have never trusted Freydis…

As you open the castle door your arm is grabbed and you are drug into a small corridor, a hand is clasped around your mouth preventing you from screaming, but you still try. If this is how you die you want to see Hvitserk one more time. You want to apologize. 

"Next time you leave I suggest being less obvious princess." A man whispers, his voice familiar.

You look up at him and realize it is Ubbe, the brother who helped you before. He let's you go and smiles "Hvitserk has been looking for you, he's afraid you've left him."

"He hasn't told Ivar-"

He stops you, "my brother may be young but he is not dumb. He's only trusted me with this, we've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?"

You take a deep breath "I went to the Seer, he's told me many things… not all good."

Ubbe groans "Come, we'll find my brother and then you can tell us what, exactly, the wise one has said."

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Pairing: Alex x Marco x F!reader Summary: You're working on set at the filming of Vikings. Helping out here and there, but your main job was to take care of the actors when they needed something. (Food, handing out jackets etc.) Until now everything was going smoothly, but soon you had to deal with Alex and Marco, who tries to annoy you mightily. Warning: I don't think there is anything that could trigger you. If yes, forgive me. *Note: The stories are fictional and are based on pictures I found on the internet Words: 1629

"Look, what we have done"

It had snowed for three days, today it was at least sunny, but you were still freezing and wondered, how the actors coped when they wore so little on their bodies. You were unpacking the things you got from a baker and arranging them on plates. The table in the tent where the actors sat when they took a break was still empty, and you turned around to place the first plate on the table. Cinnamon buns and crumble cake, three of each, because you knew not everyone liked them.

You set it down and turned back to the small table against the wall of the tent, you looked over the drink selection that was always there and sighed, now you hadn't even finished your task and already knew your next one, get drinks. You slowly take the cherry pie out of the bag, you would have liked to take more of the pieces, but there were only two left, so you took the strawberry pie. You were about to put the cake on the table, when you noticed that the other plate had disappeared.

"Huh" came from you, and you looked around, but no one but you were in the black tent. You frowned and put the plate on the table as you decide to go outside and see if anyone had snatched it without asking. With one hand on your forehead, still wondering if you had even put the plate down, because you had so much in your head at the moment. With the other, you opened the slot and went out. You look to your right, further away, all the cameramen and directors were standing together.

To your left you heard a familiar laugh, and you looked for the cause, Alex and Marco were standing together, Alex was holding the plate in the middle, between himself and Marco. He had a cinnamon roll in his hand and there was powdered sugar at his wide grinning mouth, and he looked at you. Marco was about to take a big bite out of a crumble cake when you approached the two of them, he almost choked and looked at you with wide eyes. "Looking for us?" Alex raised an eyebrow as you looked down at the plate, there was only one crumble snail and one cinnamon roll left, and you got a little angry.

"How can you be so greedy?" you asked, pointing at the plate. "Hey, wait a minute, Gustaf took a cinnamon roll and ran away. Marco has his second crumble cake" Marco looked at Alex and at you and back again, but he grinned cheekily and kept eating. "You guys know it was supposed to be for everyone, though? The other day it was the chocolate cake that disappeared in its entirety, and today it's this!" you complained because you knew they had to have something to do with it. "Excuse me please, don't be so cheeky, besides there would never have been enough for everyone. You're not doing your job right" Marco spoke and wiped his mouth. "I am not your slave" you complain again.

Marco raised his eyebrow as you raised your voice, "You're not? Can you bring me a jacket, I'm cold!" you close your eyes for a moment and snatch the plate from Alex's hand "I'll get her" you spoke, turning around and going back into the tent, from outside, the laughter from the two of them reached you, but what really annoyed you was the sentence "She's not our slave, but she still has to do it."

You throw, annoyed, the plate on the table, the cinnamon bun had made it a point to annoy you as well, it slipped off the plate and rolled down the table. You sigh loudly and say angrily "Stupid bitch" from the entrance of the tent, came a "Well, if I don't report this" from Marco, who felt addressed. Startled you turned around, "I, - I, I don't mean Y-Y-You" you stuttered and raised a hand. Marco started grinning, stuffing the last piece of crumble snail into his mouth. Alex stuck his head in the opening and mimicked you, "I - I - …. Y-Y-You" you noticed your cheeks getting a little warmer and turned around. These two are still driving you out of your mind. You never knew what they really meant or didn't mean.

You walked over to the chair where the actors jackets were hanging, "Leave those, the sun is shining, what are we supposed to do with those?" You didn't know why or when, Marco had decided to help Alex get on your nerves, but he knew his craft just as well. You let out an annoyed sound and in response, the two of them did the same. You turned as Alex came into the tent and strode towards the still wrapped cakes, you just managed to bat away at his hand as he almost grabbed the bag of quark balls. "No," was all that came from you. Alex looked at you questioningly. "But I'm hungry!" - "I didn't buy groceries just for the two of you" you spoke as you looked to the table and watched in disbelief as Marco shoved the cherry pie into his mouth.

"You didn't really do that now" you took a few steps towards him. He smiled lovingly at you. You shook your head as something crackled behind you, Alex had shoved a quark ball into his mouth and spoke "God they delicious" before you could reach him, he quickly stuffed two more into his mouth. You snatch the bag, out of his hand. "If you keep this up, you're going to get fat. And then don't cry to me!" - "Oh, of course not, if anyone asks us, we'll just say you always buy sugary things like that." You didn't really understand him because his mouth was so full, some small pieces, flew onto your jacket, disgusted you put the bag back on the table. Alex started laughing at the sight of you and plucked the leftovers from your jacket, but you had enough for today. You pushed him towards the exit, "Out, out" were your words.

You grabbed Marco by the arm, who was about to eat the last piece of cherry pie, but with the jerk, it fell out of his hand and landed on the floor. "Out" Outside the two were now standing, no one arguing, Marco licking his fingers, Alex chewing. You went inside and finally wanted to finish your work, but not without looking at the two every now and then, but they didn't move, just looked at each other and laughed. Funny guys, really funny you thought to yourself as you let the quark balls roll onto a plate.

"Hey, actually we wanted to show you something, are you coming?" - "No, I don't have time for your jokes, don't you have something important to do? For example, learning your lines?" you said annoyed to Alex, who tried to get into the tent. "No, please stay outside" he took a step back. "We tried so hard" he waved his hand for you to follow him and disappeared. But you decide not to follow him, you close your eyes again and think about what your tasks were, when Marco rushes in and grabs you by the arm. His grip was strong, and you had no choice but to follow him, with the plate full of quark balls in your hand.

Alex stood at the end of the tent, grinning broadly in your direction. Of course, he grabbed one of the balls and ate it before disappearing around the tent. Marco followed him, still pulling you along, as you rounded the corner you saw a snowman standing with his back to the tent. You rolled your eyes "You can't be serious now" - "Give me that" Marco said and took the plate from you, he nodded to Alex who had rounded the snowman, and he put his hands on his hips and nodded in satisfaction "I think we hit you good"

"Please what?" you spoke and looked from one to the other as you slowly made your way to Alex. You looked Alex in the blue eyes that shone before turning to the snowman or rather snow woman. You couldn't help but laugh. "Wait, is that my vest?" - "yup" came from Alex, "and what kind of hair is that?" - "Yours?" You shook your head for a moment "No way" - "Yes, every day you look exactly like this" You looked back at the snow woman, the two of them had really made an effort, you had to hand it to them.

"Where are her breasts hanging, please?" - "Ehm" came it from Alex, and he scratched his head. "That wasn't my idea, but the girth of yours has been so wide that we couldn't get the vest around. So Marco decided to rebuild your tits" You looked at Marco, he looked at the tent where everyone was slowly gathering. "No way they hang there" you whisper to Alex, he grinned widely. "Okay guys. Let me take a picture. Please stand next to the snow woman" the two got on your nerves so much, but you just had to hold on to that. Marco put the plate on the ground and walked over to the snow woman, Alex grinned at him.

When you had taken your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, Alex put an arm around the snow woman and Marco put a hand on her tit, You lowered your cell phone. "Oh come on, at least once you can be normal, okay?" they both looked at each other and grinned, then they squatted down, and you were able to snap the photo. Never would you forget this.

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[milkkygirls]

if i had a heart ( ivar the boneless. )

CHAPTER TWO.

IF I HAD A HEART MASTERLIST.

pairings: ivar the boneless x female!reader (primary), hvitserk ragnarsson x female!reader.

summary: in which you’re a servant to the lothbrok family in kattegat and have a thing for the second oldest ragnarsson, but the youngest will soon catch your attention.

warnings: full 180 from chapter one; hvitserk x reader smut, well not really smut, but it starts wild, language, SUPER FUCKING FLUFFY!IVAR AT THE END.

word count: 1.5k

*gif is edited by me, but not mine*

THE NIGHT WAS FULL OF SOFT MOANS AS HIPS ROCKED TOGETHER ALMOST RHYTHMICALLY. The cool air brushed across your soft cause chill bumps to rise, but Hvitserk’s hands shielded part of you as you rolled yourself against him, taking all of him in, worshiping him like you have for the last five years. But this was different, he had finally noticed you, and now with the buck of his hips he’d elicit a mewl from your soft lips.

The flames from the torches danced along the walls, the shadows telling their own story. You continue to roll your hips on his, feeling the way he so deliciously fills you up. You never wanted this moment to end, but that familiar burn at the pit of your stomach told you that you were close to your release, and that the way Hvitserk’s groans became more frequent proved he was, too. Your release came at the same time, you falling onto his chest and allowing his strong arms to envelop you into his warmth.

Usually you’d be sleeping in the barn with the other slaves and livestock, but tonight you would sleep like royalty in a bed with soft furs and a man you had fancied for oh-so long. You traced shapes on his chest, watching the way his pecs heaved up and down with every breath he took, how sweat beads dotted his toned body. You were the luckiest woman in Kattegat, maybe even the world, if everyone knew the joy you felt. For years you went unnoticed, and all it took was a single slip up to end up in his arms. Hvitserk was fast asleep when you looked up at him. You admired the way he looked so peaceful, how his nose twitched slightly as he dreamt. You weren’t tired though, carefully sliding out from his embrace and sliding your dress back on before the cold cause you to change your mind about even getting out of bed.

You wrapped a fur around your body, leaving the room and going into the great hall, sitting down at the table to collect your thoughts. You stared at the remnants of dinner, silently cursing as you’d be the one that would have to clean it in the morning.

“Did you have a good night with my brother?” The voice was in the shadows, and it startled you. You turned to face the throne of where Ragnar used to sit, swearing you could see the glowing eyes of something as scary as a lost soul wondering Niflheim. You wrapped the fur tighter around your body, turning your frame to face the darkness where the voice had come from. You knew the voice, but that isn’t to say that you weren’t afraid of it’s owner.

“I-I did, Prince Ivar. Did you have a good night?” You asked sweetly, ignoring the cold that bit at your delicate flesh even under the layers. A scoff came from Ivar as you heard a thud, then crawling as the youngest Ragnarsson emerged from the shadows and helped himself into the chair. “It would have been better if you were not so loud in there.” He admitted, you felt as the blood began rushing to your cheeks.

“Did I wake you? I apo—“

“No. I rarely find myself sleeping anymore.” He sighed, taking a drink from a cup of ale left out, staring at the mess he and his family had made at dinner time. “As do I.. Maybe I could help you? Make it easier for you to slumber.” You offered, a friendly smile playing on your soft features. You could see his eyebrows raise, even in the dim light of the hall.

“You would help me?”

“Of course, you are my master. I am always at your disposal and need.”

“Why would you want to help me, why waste your resources and knowledge on a cripple?”

His degrading words tugged at your heartstrings. You had known Ivar all your life, occasionally coming into the great hall as a child with your mother to tend to the Princes, but now that you were always in here, you felt sorrowful for the youngest son. You never understood why he despised himself for something he couldn’t help, he was as strong as his brothers, as smart, he was like them in every way.

“Knowledge is supposed to be shared, Sire. Your deformity does not wain my want to help you.”

He had almost never heard anyone but his mother who wasn’t affected by his curse for it had been his life’s burden, but hearing the way you were willing to help him, despite the ways he had been cruel to you in the past, ignited something in him he had never felt before. There was a silence between you both before you stood up, shivering. “I must go back to the Prince before he awakens to my absence. Goodnight, Ivar. I hope you sleep.” You bowed, making your way back into Hvitserk’s chambers for the rest of the night.

—

You expected the mess when you got up the next morning, cleaning up just in time for the sons of Ragnar and Queen Aslaug to wake up. You served them their breakfast, you and Hvitserk giving each other small glances that didn’t go unnoticed by the eldest. “What is going on between you two?” Ubbe asked with a smile on his face. Hvitserk took a bite from his fork, his lips curling into a smirk as you tried your best to keep your composure. Sigurd chuckled after Ubbe did, Ivar only rolling his eyes.

“Couldn’t you hear them? They sounded like livestock.” He said bitterly.

“You shouldn’t compare a lady to livestock, Ivar.” Aslaug commented, sipping on her ale. Ubbe nodded in agreement, only irritating Ivar further. The rest of breakfast went by as normal, Sigurd arguing with Ivar, Ubbe being their peacemaker. But after you requested from the Queen to visit the market, needed herbs for the sleep concoction your mother would give you as a child to ease you to sleep.

The day wasn’t as cold as the night, so you didn’t have to wear so many layers out, feeling the need to take your tine to grab the ingredients until you met with the eyes of Ivar as he sat on hay bells, overlooking the Kattegat inhabitants.

You shot him a smile and made your way over to him, holding the bag of ingredients gently in your hands. “When I was a child, my mother would give me this to help me sleep. I can give you some tonight, if you would like, Sire.” You offered, shielding your eyes from the sun that momentarily peeked from the grey clouds. Ivar shrugged, plucking out pieces of hay from the bell. You took his silence as a cue that he wanted to be left alone, so you said goodbye and made your way back to the Great Hall, unsurprised to find none of the Princes there.

The day went by as usual, cleaning up, tending to Queen Aslaug. And dinner was quiet, Ivar was in no mood to eat, so he skipped to lay in his chambers. Once you had cleaned you had made your way there with the concoction ingredients in hand. You knocked on the door, announcing yourself before entering to see Ivar peering out of the window.

He turned to you, crawling over into bed. “I-I have the stuff, if you would like to try it.” You showed him. He looked long and hard at it, bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth then looking up at you in a way that said ‘go ahead’.

You poured the ingredients into the stone bowl, mashing them up with a nearby knife before putting warm water in it to dissolve the now mashed up ingredients. You smiled as you handed the bowl to him, watching as he hesitantly took a sip, “How do you know so much?” He questioned.

You weren’t expecting him to ask you this, so when he did you tensed up before shrugging, “My mother was a very smart woman despite her status. She figured there was no point in being alive if she couldn’t share her knowledge.” You remembered the fondness you felt for your mother, then feeling sad upon the memories arrival.

“What happened to her, your mother?”

“A plague took her. When Queen Aslaug found me in the streets struggling to even feed the livestock she allowed me to work within the Great Hall.” You informed, trying immediately after to change the subject, “Do you feel any sleepier, Sire?”

“Yes.”

You stood, brushing off your lap and gathering the bowl, stopping when you felt his strong hand grip your wrist, “Stay, [Y/N].”

“Why, Sire? I must attend to my duties.”

Ivar rolled his eyes in a typical fashion, taking the bowl away from your hand and placing it on the floor, pulling you towards him. You were shocked as he did this, now being face to face with the Prince. He looked nervous, ashamed even at his request.

His request was simple, for you to lay with him as he slept, to hold him in your arms. You had rarely done this kind of thing before, the feeling being foreign as Ivar rested his head on your chest, pulling you closer to his shirtless form. You draped your arms around him as be got comfortable. Soon the Prince was fast asleep, but you couldn’t pry yourself from his iron grip.

It appeared you would be there all night.

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author’s note; fjgkak i needed some fluffy!ivar in my life and this was how. I hope you all enjoyed!

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[teabights]

Marco Ilsø x Reader - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Author's Note: I was not sure where I was going with this story, and I am sure I will continue the story. All Pagan stuff - looked up on google. It bounces back and forth between reader pov and marco pov

Trigger Warning: Parental Death Mention

Your POV:

You were older than Marco by a couple of months. It always funny to you to joke that you 'robbed the cradle' or that you were a 'cougar' and he only likes 'older women'. Marco couldn't help but fall for you, being his dream girl and all. You also had the 'girl next door' vibe attached to you because you two grew up next to each other in Denmark. You guys did your best to stay a couple. It was getting too difficult with your job and his busy film schedule, even though that was about to end because of Vikings losing funding to carry on the show. He was already casted to do a movie after Vikings ended filming.

Your lives split up after you decided that going to see your family that lived in the United States and he ended up being an actor on a TV show. You guys only saw each other when it was the holidays. Your dad passed while you were gone, which was hard. Your mom moved out of the house to move into a smaller house, basically on the other side of the town from Marco's family. Your mom and you were always invited over to their house during the holidays though. You grew up Pagan, so when Marco was home for Christmas and invited you and your mother over - you two just quietly respected the holiday and celebrated Yule.

Right now, Marco and you are in a pub down the block from your mom's house. You two just sat in the back. Marco had to return the next day to go film in Dublin. You also had a plane to catch in the morning to go back to the U.S. Marco looks at you with a small frown.

"I don't want to move back," You interject. "I am so close to getting my work visa and my dual citizenship."

"You don't love me then," Marco states, those words sounding like vinegar to you, and broke his heart to say.

"We can move to California," You state, ignoring what he said because you weren't ready to have that talk. You do love him, that is not the problem.

"Do you know how hard it is to act in America? Everyone and their mother wants to be an actor. Sure, I've been on a show for 3 seasons, but... they're not going to care," Marco mumbles that last bit out. "Also, getting my work visa for acting is going to be a right pain in the ass."

"You are a great actor! They at least did not kill you off," You comment. "I am sure Hirst would vouch for you if needed."

"Alex had a meeting with Spielberg..." Marco says as he pushes his hair back, it was lose. He hated having it done when he wasn't filming. He developed migraines.

"So? I am sure if you actually contacted your agent about what you want to do, she could get you a Spielberg meeting," You were fighting for him so hard.

"Why don't you love me?" Marco asks.

"Ilsø, you know better than anyone else that I am head strong and work towards my personal aspirations and goals," You weren't done but Marco cut you off by standing up and reaching for his wallet. He pulls out about thirty bucks, figuring it would cover the tab that they had racked up the entire week they were in Denmark.

"You are being selfish," He spits at you. "You know; I do not care right now what happens to us. You only want what's best for you, while I want that for you too, I want you to think about what is best for me. I'll pay the tab and walk you to your mom's. I'll have Alex come pick me up from there."

Marco texted Alex to come get him. You were shocked as you watch him do that and he goes pay the tab. You get up and walk to him. He ushers you back to your mom's place. When you two get there, that was going to be the last time you were going to see him for about five months. You did not want to cry. You never cried in front of him, not even as kids. You scraped you knees and even bashed them open, and you never cried. Marco was usually front line when it came to your break ups, but you still refused to cry. Marco leaned in to kiss your cheek, which you just dodged. You two agreed that you were going to wait outside till Alex got there.

"I am not selfish. I do care; I literally fought you for to move out to me and to audition for shit out in America," You say.

Marco just kept quietly. His head hung low, feet kicking the bit of loose gravel. You were feeling your heart absolutely breaking into a million pieces. You see a car pull up and the window roll down.

"HEY YOU DUMB KIDS," Alex screams.

"Hi," You mutter. You turn around to go to the front door of your mom's place. You open the door and walk in, the closing the door.

Marco's POV:

"Shut up Alex," Marco mutters as he heads towards the car. He opens the passenger door, get in, then close it. He buckles in.

"What happened?" Alex asks in a soft tone of voice; he usually did not see Marco so broken. Last time it seemed like Marco was broken is when he figured out the character Siguard was going to die. Marco also was very emotional when Ragnar died. He did not even need to be there while they filmed that, but he chose to be.

"We argued about moving again, except I told her that I did not care what would happen between us. We were both being absolutely selfish, now I do not get to see her for like five months. Can you just take me to my parents?" Marco answered Alex's question. His eyes didn't even show signs of crying.

Alex just nodded and took Marco to his parents. Once they get there, Marco sat in the car for a moment as he stared at your old house. It was a haunting memory. A lot of stuff happened in that house. He watched you go through multiple break ups, the news that your father died. He told you he got on Vikings in that house. It was hard to be there.

"On second thought, can I just run in and grab my stuff and just stay with you? We are getting on the same flight tomorrow anyways." Marco asked Alex.

"Yeah, of course buddy," Alex says.

They both get out of the car. Alex helped Marco grab his stuff. Marco hugged his family for about five minutes to say bye. Marco and Alex loaded up Marco's stuff and drove over to Alex's. Alex's sister was going to come over in the morning to drive them to the airport, so she can watch over his car.

Your POV:

The night felt so long, sleep was not a thing. Your mom hands you a coffee that she got once you two were at the airport. You had cried all night long to her about Marco. Your cheeks were still stained with tears. You knew that you could run into Marco here. Your mom just gave you sympathetic looks. You finish your coffee over a period of time. You hug her so tightly. She hands you a small gift.

"Open it when you get to your gate, okay?" She states.

"Okay mum," You mumble.

You part from her and go through security. You get to your gate. You sit down on the uncomfortable plastic chairs. You open the gift. It was a small locket. You open it to see your dad's face in it with "Husk, du er en supernova." (Remember, you are a supernova.) It was the one thing your father always told you. It was the reason you had a small space tattoo. You put on the locket. You check the box for something else - there wasn't anything else. You just were glad that your mom did this for you when she did. You knew your father was in Valhalla looking over you. You were almost excited to get back to your apartment in New York. You worked for Entertainment New York. You spent a lot of time interviewing on red carpets. This is why you were sure Marco could make it in America.

Marco's POV:

Sure running into you crossed his mind. He was sitting at the gate with Alex. Alex was on the phone with his mom. Marco got up and left his bag with Alex. He walks down to find some place he could get coffee for them. He finds a place and stands behind people. His eyes wonder to the gate nearby. "NEW YORK" he saw on one of the gate destinations. His eyes scan the group of people for you. His eyes land on you, his eyes squint when he noticed the necklace you had on. He knew that you did not wear jewelry often, which is why he never thought to get you a promise ring.

"Sir?" The barista calls out to him.

"Shit, sorry," His eyes get pulled back to the barista. He steps towards the counter.

"NO WAY! HVITSERK?!" The barista started to freak out loudly. Marco just nodded, hoping that you would not hear him. "Can I get a picture?"

"Hell yeah man," Marco says.

They move to the side to take a picture before he places his order of two coffees. The barista insisted it on him. Marco was glad that he was getting free coffee. Marco and the barista made small talk. He convinced the barista to come with him to the gate to meet Alex, which he said yes a million times. The other barista just took over. Marco holds both coffees as they walk to the gate.

"IVAR!" The barista just freaked out.

"Alex mate," Alex says with a small chuckle.

"So sorry, this is so cool. Marco and Alex!" Barista said.

They took another set of pictures. They engaged in about five minutes of small talk. The barista had to bounce back to his job. Alex and Marco sipped their coffee.

"Free coffee," Marco comments.

"Sweet," Alex says with a small chuckle.

That felt like a fake celebrity experience to them.

Your POV:

"NO WAY! HVITSERK?!" You hear and your eyes get drawn over there, you notice that Marco was getting coffee. Your eyes move to look at the floor, feeling the wave of tears coming back. After Marco left the coffee stand with the barista, you get up and rush to the bathroom with your bag. You get in a stall and hang your bag up. You start to bawl hard, but silently. You missed Marco so much already. You leave the stall with your bag, as you knew that you were supposed to board soon. A woman gave you a sympathetic glance as you two were washing your hands. Your eyes were puffy and had even worse tear stains on your cheeks. The woman hands you a tampon after she was done. You just take it and mumble a 'Thank You'. You hated that entire interaction, but crying in a bathroom stall could mean you were on a crimson wave, you weren't though.

Marco's POV

On the airplane, he was just scrolling through Instagram. He was also DMing Katheryn on Instagram. He viewed her a second mom, she knew all the things that happened between you and him. He just explained the whole night. Katheryn stated that everything will be okay. She knew the love that you two shared. He stopped on your photo of the locket around your neck, slightly open to see your father's picture with the caption of "Husk, du er en supernova." He knew that is what your dad said to you. He just liked the photo and moved on to like other photos.

"Did you just like her photo?" Alex asks him, who eyes were obviously not paying attention to the movie that he was watching.

"Yeah, it was about her dad, he was a good guy," Marco defends himself.

"Who cares, unlike it right now." Alex states.

"But, let me ask Katheryn," Marco says, as much as he valued Alex's friendship, he knew that Katheryn would be more logical with him.

"Katheryn said it's fine, just don't like anything else or view her story," Marco states.

"Katheryn told you to jump off a bridge, would you?" Alex says jokingly.

"If it means I get away from you, then yes," Marco answers with a small chuckle.

"Rude. Rude. You are... Rude," Alex mutters to him, his attention getting drawn back to the movie.

Marco chortled and shook his head. He just decides to put his phone away and fall asleep on the plane.

Five Months Later

Your POV:

Marco and you still hadn't spoken, but you knew that he was either done with filming or wrapping up. You were in Denmark visiting your mom for Beltane. You two celebrated it by putting paper flowers around the house and praying to Flora for a good summer. You always surprised your mother with fresh flowers from the local florist. You also helped your mom clean up the house and the garden, which the garden would get covered in flowers. There is a knock on the door.

"Can you get that please?" Your mom asks.

"Yeah," You walk to the door and open it, seeing Marco's face.

"Happy Beltane," Marco announces and holds up the sunflowers.

"Thank you Marco!" Your mom states as she comes from behind you, taking the flowers.

"Happy Beltane," You say softly, this is the first word you uttered to him in five months.

"Your mom asked me to come over to help with the garden. She said I need to hoe it?" Marco asks her for clarification.

"Yeah! I have fresh lavender lemonade. Hoeing should be about an hour if you don't lollygag and stare at my beautiful daughter," She states.

You just chuckle and move for him to come in. "Can we talk after?"

"Flora is not going to wait for you to argue with him," You mother didn't take Beltane lightly.

"Yeah," Marco answers her.

Marco and you hoe up your mother's backyard, then she joined you guys planting and praying to Flora in her aggressive Danish. You also were praying to Flora in Danish as well. Marco just planted and listen to you both. Once the planting was done, your mother wiped dirt on everyone's forehead and for once let you wipe dirt on her forehead while singing in Danish. You guys go inside. There was hand washing, which Marco asked if he could clean his forehead. Your mother said it was good luck and Flora will love them more if it stays on for the rest of the day. You pour everyone a cup of lavender lemonade. You motion for Marco to join you back, which he does and closes the glass door. You both sit down on the steps.

"It's weird, that this is what I witnessed over the fence for many many years every May. I never understood. I also looked it up when your mom asked me to come over, so I figured flowers were the best gift for this. It is also weird to be sitting on a porch that isn't at your old house, or my house. This feels foreign," Marco just spoke out.

"It felt wrong to do it without dad and in this backyard. I haven't had time to be home for Beltane in forever. Usually work has me working some movie premiere, but not this year. My mom also appreciates it. I know that deep down she wished she could have had another kid, but watching her lose so many then finding out she was infertile was hard, so I appreciate the fact you came to help her. Marco listen, I am sorry for being so selfish. I wish I could just have dropped it. My brain was convinced with my one up in the entertainment world, I could get you another role, but right now, it seems like the best I can do is exposé on Vikings, using you and the Alexs as interviewees. I could get your name out there," You spill.

"I didn't want to say this but, Alex's meeting with Spielberg went great and he actually recommended me as a cast member. I have to fly to New York in a few days to audition," Marco states. "As I am trying to be financially good with my Vikings money, I could really use a place to crash."

"Really?! Yes, you can stay with me! Next time we see Alex I want to give him a big ol' kiss," You were practically squealing with happiness.

"I can talk to them about the exposé, since I know it is what you really want to do. I can ask the guys and you can ask your producer," Marco states.

"I already asked them... five months ago. I informed them that you all were filming and that it would be a while before I could do it. They gave me the A-Okay. I already have questions approved by my company and your guys company and managers. Hirst already said yes to me, because of you. We get to use their filming space," You say with a huge smile on your face.

"Sounds amazing," Marco states.

You two drank your lemonade. Marco tells you about filming, but not giving anything away about the show or movie. He also took this time to text the guys, even Katheryn - he knew that you would lose your shit over seeing Katheryn because you love Lagertha. You texted your company.

"We can do it while you are out there for the audition?" You ask.

"Let me see if the boys are available then," Marco asks as he texted them the preferred date.

"Where does it leave us?" You question, nervously.

"Let's just see how this audition and exposé turns out okay? Then we can talk about reestablishing us," Marco says rationally.

You just move yourself closer to him. His arm moves to go around you as you look at the garden. Even though he spoke Danish, he did not hear you pray to Flora, Freya, Odin, and heck even Thor for this chance to come again. You did not even try to make a move on anyone, your heart still belonged to Marco. Marco did the exact same thing, no moves on anyone, no one night stands, no casual sex. Only time he was sexual is when his character was getting laid, which of course was always awkward and he usually had to hide in his dressing room to finish getting off.

"Dinner time." Your mom calls. "God of Pizza came to drop it off."

You just laugh, your mom was so cute. You all ate pizza and your mom retired to bed after a while. Marco and you had retired to the couch, his arm around you. The TV was quietly playing Wheel of Fortune. Your mom adored the show, so you bought her a box set of all the seasons available. She spent a lot of time watching them.

"I shouldn't have had that last slice," He mumbles.

"You shouldn't had eaten 5 slices, you are correct," You snuggle into his side, just laughing quietly.

"You only ate three slices?" Marco asked.

"Yeah, mom got herself a gluten free pizza and us one pizza," You say with a smile on your face.

"I love this show," Marco comments. "It is my favorite to view in America."

"You can watch new episodes when you come see me," You comment back.

"That is true," Marco says with a smile on his face.

"You know, my mom reminds me a lot of Floki," You say, just to let him you have been watching the show, you usually did.

"Your mom is Floki. Gustof should meet her for real method acting," Marco agrees with you. "You are like Lagertha."

"I kill your mom and you then kill me?" You ask with a small shit eating grin.

"NO! I mean in the way you are powerful and strong headed," He answers you.

You just look up at him and he looks down at you. Your eyes rests on his lips then go back up his face. You noticed his eyes do the same. You two share a kiss. It was catching the air form your lungs. You had never felt more like you were floating in air. Marco was swept off his own feet. He missed your lips. Long 5 months without them. You knew you were not about to get busy on your mom's couch. Maybe in your bed, in New York. You pull from his lips. Marco whimpered at her. Weirdly, you now owed your life to the Gods.  

Your POV:

You were older than Marco by a couple of months. It always funny to you to joke that you 'robbed the cradle' or that you were a 'cougar' and he only likes 'older women'. Marco couldn't help but fall for you, being his dream girl and all. You also had the 'girl next door' vibe attached to you because you two grew up next to each other in Denmark. You guys did your best to stay a couple. It was getting too difficult with your job and his busy film schedule, even though that was about to end because of Vikings losing funding to carry on the show. He was already casted to do a movie after Vikings ended filming.

Your lives split up after you decided that going to see your family that lived in the United States and he ended up being an actor on a TV show. You guys only saw each other when it was the holidays. Your dad passed while you were gone, which was hard. Your mom moved out of the house to move into a smaller house, basically on the other side of the town from Marco's family. Your mom and you were always invited over to their house during the holidays though. You grew up Pagan, so when Marco was home for Christmas and invited you and your mother over - you two just quietly respected the holiday and celebrated Yule.

Right now, Marco and you are in a pub down the block from your mom's house. You two just sat in the back. Marco had to return the next day to go film in Dublin. You also had a plane to catch in the morning to go back to the U.S. Marco looks at you with a small frown.


"I don't want to move back," You interject. "I am so close to getting my work visa and my dual citizenship." 

"You don't love me then," Marco states, those words sounding like vinegar to you, and broke his heart to say.


"We can move to California," You state, ignoring what he said because you weren't ready to have that talk. You do love him, that is not the problem.

"Do you know how hard it is to act in America? Everyone and their mother wants to be an actor. Sure, I've been on a show for 3 seasons, but... they're not going to care," Marco mumbles that last bit out. "Also, getting my work visa for acting is going to be a right pain in the ass."

"You are a great actor! They at least did not kill you off," You comment. "I am sure Hirst would vouch for you if needed."


"Alex had a meeting with Spielberg..." Marco says as he pushes his hair back, it was lose. He hated having it done when he wasn't filming. He developed migraines. 

"So? I am sure if you actually contacted your agent about what you want to do, she could get you a Spielberg meeting," You were fighting for him so hard.

"Why don't you love me?" Marco asks. 

"Ilsø, you know better than anyone else that I am head strong and work towards my personal aspirations and goals," You weren't done but Marco cut you off by standing up and reaching for his wallet. He pulls out about thirty bucks, figuring it would cover the tab that they had racked up the entire week they were in Denmark.

"You are being selfish," He spits at you. "You know; I do not care right now what happens to us. You only want what's best for you, while I want that for you too, I want you to think about what is best for me. I'll pay the tab and walk you to your mom's. I'll have Alex come pick me up from there."

Marco texted Alex to come get him. You were shocked as you watch him do that and he goes pay the tab. You get up and walk to him. He ushers you back to your mom's place. When you two get there, that was going to be the last time you were going to see him for about five months. You did not want to cry. You never cried in front of him, not even as kids. You scraped you knees and even bashed them open, and you never cried. Marco was usually front line when it came to your break ups, but you still refused to cry. Marco leaned in to kiss your cheek, which you just dodged. You two agreed that you were going to wait outside till Alex got there.


"I am not selfish. I do care; I literally fought you for to move out to me and to audition for shit out in America," You say.



Marco just kept quietly. His head hung low, feet kicking the bit of loose gravel. You were feeling your heart absolutely breaking into a million pieces. You see a car pull up and the window roll down.


"HEY YOU DUMB KIDS," Alex screams. 

"Hi," You mutter. You turn around to go to the front door of your mom's place. You open the door and walk in, the closing the door.

Marco's POV:


"Shut up Alex," Marco mutters as he heads towards the car. He opens the passenger door, get in, then close it. He buckles in. 

"What happened?" Alex asks in a soft tone of voice; he usually did not see Marco so broken. Last time it seemed like Marco was broken is when he figured out the character Siguard was going to die. Marco also was very emotional when Ragnar died. He did not even need to be there while they filmed that, but he chose to be. 

"We argued about moving again, except I told her that I did not care what would happen between us. We were both being absolutely selfish, now I do not get to see her for like five months. Can you just take me to my parents?" Marco answered Alex's question. His eyes didn't even show signs of crying.

Alex just nodded and took Marco to his parents. Once they get there, Marco sat in the car for a moment as he stared at your old house. It was a haunting memory. A lot of stuff happened in that house. He watched you go through multiple break ups, the news that your father died. He told you he got on Vikings in that house. It was hard to be there. 



"On second thought, can I just run in and grab my stuff and just stay with you? We are getting on the same flight tomorrow anyways." Marco asked Alex.

"Yeah, of course buddy," Alex says.

They both get out of the car. Alex helped Marco grab his stuff. Marco hugged his family for about five minutes to say bye. Marco and Alex loaded up Marco's stuff and drove over to Alex's. Alex's sister was going to come over in the morning to drive them to the airport, so she can watch over his car.

Your POV:

The night felt so long, sleep was not a thing. Your mom hands you a coffee that she got once you two were at the airport. You had cried all night long to her about Marco. Your cheeks were still stained with tears. You knew that you could run into Marco here. Your mom just gave you sympathetic looks. You finish your coffee over a period of time. You hug her so tightly. She hands you a small gift.

"Open it when you get to your gate, okay?" She states.


"Okay mum," You mumble.

You part from her and go through security. You get to your gate. You sit down on the uncomfortable plastic chairs. You open the gift. It was a small locket. You open it to see your dad's face in it with "Husk, du er en supernova." (Remember, you are a supernova.) It was the one thing your father always told you. It was the reason you had a small space tattoo. You put on the locket. You check the box for something else - there wasn't anything else. You just were glad that your mom did this for you when she did. You knew your father was in Valhalla looking over you. You were almost excited to get back to your apartment in New York. You worked for Entertainment New York. You spent a lot of time interviewing on red carpets. This is why you were sure Marco could make it in America. 


Marco's POV:



Sure running into you crossed his mind. He was sitting at the gate with Alex. Alex was on the phone with his mom. Marco got up and left his bag with Alex. He walks down to find some place he could get coffee for them. He finds a place and stands behind people. His eyes wander to the gate nearby. "NEW YORK" he saw on one of the gate destinations. His eyes scan the group of people for you. His eyes land on you, his eyes squint when he noticed the necklace you had on. He knew that you did not wear jewelry often, which is why he never thought to get you a promise ring.



"Sir?" The barista calls out to him.

"Shit, sorry," His eyes get pulled back to the barista. He steps towards the counter.

"NO WAY! HVITSERK?!" The barista started to freak out loudly. Marco just nodded, hoping that you would not hear him. "Can I get a picture?"

"Hell yeah man," Marco says.

They move to the side to take a picture before he places his order of two coffees. The barista insisted it on him. Marco was glad that he was getting free coffee. Marco and the barista made small talk. He convinced the barista to come with him to the gate to meet Alex, which he said yes a million times. The other barista just took over. Marco holds both coffees as they walk to the gate. 



"IVAR!" The barista just freaked out.

"Alex mate," Alex says with a small chuckle.

"So sorry, this is so cool. Marco and Alex!" Barista said.


They took another set of pictures. They engaged in about five minutes of small talk. The barista had to bounce back to his job. Alex and Marco sipped their coffee. 


"Free coffee," Marco comments.


"Sweet," Alex says with a small chuckle.


That felt like a fake celebrity experience to them.

Your POV:


"NO WAY! HVITSERK?!" You hear and your eyes get drawn over there, you notice that Marco was getting coffee. Your eyes move to look at the floor, feeling the wave of tears coming back. After Marco left the coffee stand with the barista, you get up and rush to the bathroom with your bag. You get in a stall and hang your bag up. You start to bawl hard, but silently. You missed Marco so much already. You leave the stall with your bag, as you knew that you were supposed to board soon. A woman gave you a sympathetic glance as you two were washing your hands. Your eyes were puffy and had even worse tear stains on your cheeks. The woman hands you a tampon after she was done. You just take it and mumble a 'Thank You'. You hated that entire interaction, but crying in a bathroom stall could mean you were on a crimson wave, you weren't though.

Marco's POV

On the airplane, he was just scrolling through Instagram. He was also DMing Katheryn on Instagram. He viewed her a second mom, she knew all the things that happened between you and him. He just explained the whole night. Katheryn stated that everything will be okay. She knew the love that you two shared. He stopped on your photo of the locket around your neck, slightly open to see your father's picture with the caption of "Husk, du er en supernova." He knew that is what your dad said to you. He just liked the photo and moved on to like other photos.




"Did you just like her photo?" Alex asks him, who eyes were obviously not paying attention to the movie that he was watching. 

"Yeah, it was about her dad, he was a good guy," Marco defends himself. 

"Who cares, unlike it right now." Alex states.

"But, let me ask Katheryn," Marco says, as much as he valued Alex's friendship, he knew that Katheryn would be more logical with him.

"Katheryn said it's fine, just don't like anything else or view her story," Marco states. 

"Katheryn told you to jump off a bridge, would you?" Alex says jokingly.
"If it means I get away from you, then yes," Marco answers with a small chuckle. 

"Rude. Rude. You are... Rude," Alex mutters to him, his attention getting drawn back to the movie.

Marco chortled and shook his head. He just decides to put his phone away and fall asleep on the plane.


Five Months Later

Your POV:


Marco and you still hadn't spoken, but you knew that he was either done with filming or wrapping up. You were in Denmark visiting your mom for Beltane. You two celebrated it by putting paper flowers around the house and praying to Flora for a good summer. You always surprised your mother with fresh flowers from the local florist. You also helped your mom clean up the house and the garden, which the garden would get covered in flowers. There is a knock on the door.


"Can you get that please?" Your mom asks.

"Yeah," You walk to the door and open it, seeing Marco's face. 


"Happy Beltane," Marco announces and holds up the sunflowers. 

"Thank you Marco!" Your mom states as she comes from behind you, taking the flowers. 

"Happy Beltane," You say softly, this is the first word you uttered to him in five months.

"Your mom asked me to come over to help with the garden. She said I need to hoe it?" Marco asks her for clarification. 

"Yeah! I have fresh lavender lemonade. Hoeing should be about an hour if you don't lollygag and stare at my beautiful daughter," She states.

You just chuckle and move for him to come in. "Can we talk after?"


"Flora is not going to wait for you to argue with him," You mother didn't take Beltane lightly.

"Yeah," Marco answers her.


Marco and you hoe up your mother's backyard, then she joined you guys planting and praying to Flora in her aggressive Danish. You also were praying to Flora in Danish as well. Marco just planted and listen to you both. Once the planting was done, your mother wiped dirt on everyone's forehead and for once let you wipe dirt on her forehead while singing in Danish. You guys go inside. There was hand washing, which Marco asked if he could clean his forehead. Your mother said it was good luck and Flora will love them more if it stays on for the rest of the day. You pour everyone a cup of lavender lemonade. You motion for Marco to join you back, which he does and closes the glass door. You both sit down on the steps.


"It's weird, that this is what I witnessed over the fence for many many years every May. I never understood. I also looked it up when your mom asked me to come over, so I figured flowers were the best gift for this. It is also weird to be sitting on a porch that isn't at your old house, or my house. This feels foreign," Marco just spoke out. 


"It felt wrong to do it without dad and in this backyard. I haven't had time to be home for Beltane in forever. Usually work has me working some movie premiere, but not this year. My mom also appreciates it. I know that deep down she wished she could have had another kid, but watching her lose so many then finding out she was infertile was hard, so I appreciate the fact you came to help her. Marco listen, I am sorry for being so selfish. I wish I could just have dropped it. My brain was convinced with my one up in the entertainment world, I could get you another role, but right now, it seems like the best I can do is exposé on Vikings, using you and the Alexs as interviewees. I could get your name out there," You spill. 

"I didn't want to say this but, Alex's meeting with Spielberg went great and he actually recommended me as a cast member. I have to fly to New York in a few days to audition," Marco states. "As I am trying to be financially good with my Vikings money, I could really use a place to crash."


"Really?! Yes, you can stay with me! Next time we see Alex I want to give him a big ol' kiss," You were practically squealing with happiness.

"I can talk to them about the exposé, since I know it is what you really want to do. I can ask the guys and you can ask your producer," Marco states. 

"I already asked them... five months ago. I informed them that you all were filming and that it would be a while before I could do it. They gave me the A-Okay. I already have questions approved by my company and your guys company and managers. Hirst already said yes to me, because of you. We get to use their filming space," You say with a huge smile on your face. 

"Sounds amazing," Marco states.




You two drank your lemonade. Marco tells you about filming, but not giving anything away about the show or movie. He also took this time to text the guys, even Katheryn - he knew that you would lose your shit over seeing Katheryn because you love Lagertha. You texted your company. 


"We can do it while you are out there for the audition?" You ask.

"Let me see if the boys are available then," Marco asks as he texted them the preferred date. 

"Where does it leave us?" You question, nervously.


"Let's just see how this audition and exposé turns out okay? Then we can talk about re-establishing us," Marco says rationally.


You just move yourself closer to him. His arm moves to go around you as you look at the garden. Even though he spoke Danish, he did not hear you pray to Flora, Freya, Odin, and heck even Thor for this chance to come again. You did not even try to make a move on anyone, your heart still belonged to Marco. Marco did the exact same thing, no moves on anyone, no one night stands, no casual sex. Only time he was sexual is when his character was getting laid, which of course was always awkward and he usually had to hide in his dressing room to finish getting off. 



"Dinner time." Your mom calls. "God of Pizza came to drop it off."



You just laugh, your mom was so cute. You all ate pizza and your mom retired to bed after a while. Marco and you had retired to the couch, his arm around you. The TV was quietly playing Wheel of Fortune. Your mom adored the show, so you bought her a box set of all the seasons available. She spent a lot of time watching them. 



"I shouldn't have had that last slice," He mumbles.

"You shouldn't had eaten 5 slices, you are correct," You snuggle into his side, just laughing quietly. 


"You only ate three slices?" Marco asked.


"Yeah, mom got herself a gluten free pizza and us one pizza," You say with a smile on your face. 


"I love this show," Marco comments. "It is my favorite to view in America."


"You can watch new episodes when you come see me," You comment back.

"That is true," Marco says with a smile on his face. 


"You know, my mom reminds me a lot of Floki," You say, just to let him you have been watching the show, you usually did.

"Your mom is Floki. Gustof should meet her for real method acting," Marco agrees with you. "You are like Lagertha."


"I kill your mom and you then kill me?" You ask with a small shit eating grin. 

"NO! I mean in the way you are powerful and strong headed," He answers you.


You just look up at him and he looks down at you. Your eyes rests on his lips then go back up his face. You noticed his eyes do the same. You two share a kiss. It was catching the air from your lungs. You had never felt more like you were floating in air. Marco was swept off his own feet. He missed your lips. Long 5 months without them. You knew you were not about to get busy on your mom's couch. Maybe in your bed, in New York. You pull from his lips. Marco whimpered at her. Weirdly, you now owed your life to the Gods.  

#marco ilso #marco ilsø fanfic #hvitserk #vikings #vikings fanfic

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First of all congratulations for your 1000 followers!!! 🎉🎉 You deserve it! Secondly I would like to request numbers 1 & 35 from the promt list with my cutie pie Hvitserk!! It is so kind and sweet of you to celebrate it like this, we apreciate your effort! Last thing, I have two questions for this prompt thing: Do you write Marco or Alex separately or just the two of them together? and Could the same person request in more than one occasion? Because I have some ideas 😉 Thanks for your time😘❤️

This one was requested by @93generation. She requested Hvitserk, but changed her mind later and wanted this drabble with Marco :) Hope you will like this. And sorry that it took me so long ♥ 

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You cameback home from work and you were looking forward to spending the rest of theday with your boyfriend Marco. It was your last chance to spend some time with him.Marco will have to go back to Dublin tomorrow to start shooting new episodes ofVikings. He was so excited about it, but on the other hand sad, because youcouldn’t go with him. You will visit each other, text or talk over the phone,but it won’t be enough. You will miss him terribly. So you planned to spendevery single minute of this day with him.“Hey, babe,” you called, but hedidn’t answer. You frowned and stepped inside your living room. You groanedwhen you saw what he’s doing. He was sitting on the couch and studying hislines. “Really, babe? This is our last day andyou are studying your own lines?” you whined and he finally looked at youand gave you a tired smile. “I am sorry, Y/N, but I need to learn mylines, I’m starting early in the morning and I told you that Hirst is superangry when we don’t know our lines, it’s unprofessional,” he explained andyou pouted. “You can learn it tomorrow on the plane,”you suggested and tried to peek into the papers. He quickly hid them behind hisback. “Hey, no spoilers for you, young lady,”he scolded you. “Youare mean,” you pouted and he smiled at you. “I know what’s the best for you, babe!”he smirked and gulped when you straddled his lap. “And I know what’s the best for you,Marco,” you purred into his ear and bit it playfully. “Not now, babe,” he protested, buthis hands were already on your waist. “Please, Marco, I need you,” youwhispered into his ear and rocked your hips against his growing cock. “Stop it, babe. We really can’t do thisright now,” he moaned out.“You say no, but your body says yes, mylove,” you smirked and crashed your lips against his, kissing him urgently.He kissed you back immediately, he was about to take off your shirt when youwere interrupted by the doorbell. “Ignore it,do you like it when I touch you like that?” you said when you brokethe kiss and trailed small, slow kisses down his jaw, chin and the nape of hisneck, your fingers followed your mouth.“Yes I do, but I can’t ignore it, Y/N. That’s what I was tryingto tell you the whole time. That’s Alex, he promised to help me study mylines. They are in Old Norse and I am struggling with them,” he said andavoided your pissed off look. “Really Marco, this is our last eveningand you invited Alex?” you were really pissed. You liked Alex, he was yourfriend, but you wanted to spend this evening with your boyfriend, not with hisbest friend. You got up from the couch and opened the door for Alex. “Hi, beautiful,” he said with brightsmile, but you just growled something back and let him in. “Margo, is waiting for you, have fun youtwo, I will be in the kitchen,” you said grumpily and left speechless Alexstanding in the middle of the living room.“What’s wrong with her?” Alex asked,he wasn’t used to see you like this. You even mocked him for the way how hespelled Marco’s name. “She is pissed because this is our lastday together and I have to study my lines,” Marco explained and quicklycovered his lap with fluffy pillow.  “Oh man, that sucks, but hey, I can gohome. We can read your lines tomorrow before the shooting,” Alex suggestedand you bit your lip in anticipation. “No, you know me, I am not able tofunction properly in the morning, I need to learn it now,” Marco saidstubbornly and you groaned quietly. You didn’t remember the last time when youwere so angry at him. You suddenly got an idea. Alex was sitting in your bigarmchair, he was facing Marco and he had the kitchen behind his back, so hecouldn’t see you. Marco on the other hand had a perfect view on the stove and thekitchen counter. You smirked evilly to yourself. You made sure that Marco couldperfectly see you and started taking off your shirt slowly. He didn’t notice itfirst, but your movement caught his attention. He shook his head slightly totell you to stop, but you ignored him. You tossed your shirt across the roomand hooked your fingers at the waistband of your pants. You took them offslowly and kicked them somewhere in the kitchen. Marco was sweating slightly. “Hey dude, it’s your turn, are you evenlistening to me?” Alex scolded him, and he stopped looking at you for asecond. “Sorry man, I got lost in my thoughts for a second,” Marco apologized to hisfriend and said his line in Old Norse. The sound of the foreign language madeyou hot and bothered. You slid your hand into your panties and started rubbingyour clit slowly. Marco finished his line and made a huge mistake. He lookedinto the kitchen again, even though he promised to himself, that he won’t doit. When he saw you standing there with your hand down your panties, he lostit.“Stop it,” he snapped and Alex lookedat him in surprise. “What?? Are you OK, man?” Alex asked,worried about his friend, he looked like if he had fever. “Sorry, man. I need something to drink,do you want something? Beer, Pepsi, something else?” “Beer would be fine,” Alex said andwatched his friend with worried expression. Marco marched into the kitchen andpushed you against the kitchen corner. “What are you doing?” he hissedquietly. “Preparing myself for the lonely nightswithout you, babe,” you sassed and continued playing with your clit, youmoaned quietly and you could see that he had a hard time controlling yourself. “Justlet me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least threetimes!” he promised to you and walked back to the living room. Theystarted practicing again and you kept playing your little show. Your bra andpanties followed your shirt and pants and you were standing completely naked inyour kitchen, praying to god for Alex to not turn around. You pinched yournipples couple times, making them hard; you sat on the kitchen counter andspread your legs, giving Marco a full view on your pussy. That was the moment whenMarco had enough. He tossed the papers on the table and quickly told Alex, thathe didn’t feel well, and they should finish it in the morning on the plane.Alex was so confused that he forgot to say goodbye to you. Marco closed thedoor behind his best friend and stormed into the kitchen. “Since when are you so needy?” heasked you and watched your fingers disappearing in your tight pussy. “Since my boyfriend is about to leave mefor the next 3 months,” you pouted and moaned his name, when your fingers foundyour G-spot. “You are such a bad girl, teasing me likethis. And in front of my best friend,” he growled and watched youpleasuring yourself. “Did you like my little show?” youasked him and kept hitting your G-spot, bringing yourself closer to yourrelease. “Yes, I did, but you have to be punishedfor that, love! You can’t do things like this to me without being punished!”he smirked and waited for the moment when you were close to your orgasm. Marcostopped you and tossed you over his shoulder and brought you to your bedroom.He tossed you on the bed and quickly got rid of his clothes. You gave him asatisfied smirk, when you saw that he was already hard, you saw his pre-cumdripping from the tip of his cock and you licked your lips. He took your headin his hands and kissed you deeply, his tongue was exploring your mouth andthen the skin on your neck and chest slowly, like if he wanted to remember yourtaste and every inch of your body. You giggled when his stubble scraped overthe silky skin on your breasts. You giggles turned into throaty moans, when hestarted teasing your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one while his handplayed with the other one. “Marco,” you moaned his namewhen he sucked your nipple into his warm mouth.“I love you so much, babe,” you saidand urged him on by digging your fingers into his muscled arm and arching yourback just a little.“I love you too, Y/N,” he said whenhe moved to your other breast. You felt that he could make you cum just bylicking and sucking your breasts. He and Hvitserk had one thing in common, theyknew, how to use their mouths. He stopped devouring your chest and moved downyour body. He gently kissed your inner thighs his stubble scratched your skindeliciously. “You are so beautiful,” he praisedyou and placed a soft kiss on your clit. You whined and spread your legs widerfor him. He nestled between your legs and spread your pussy lips for him. Helicked you from the bottom to the top, but avoided your clit on purpose.“Stop teasing me, Marco!” youprotested but he ignored you. He kept licking you slowly, occasionally flickinghis tongue over your sensitive clit. “Marco, please,” you begged him, andhe finally sucked your clit into his mouth. You clutched the bed sheets in yourhands, moaning his name loudly, encouraging him to start sucking you harder. Heslipped two fingers inside your dripping cunt and you started rolling your hipsagainst his hand. “Stay still,” he commanded but yourbody was moving on its own will. He bit your clit, because you disobey him. “Marcooo!” you shouted, because heslammed his fingers deeper into you at the same time when he bit your clitagain.“Fuck babe, you will make me cum so hard.I won’t forget this for long weeks!” you hummed and pinched your nipples.Marco smirked and curled up his fingers. Your loud moans told him, that hefound your G-spot. He kept hitting it and your moans were louder and louder.Your walls started clenching around his fingers and your body was ready to letit go, when he stopped and pulled his fingers out of you.“Why did you stop? You promised me tomake me cum at least three times” you whined angrily.“Oh yeah, my love, but I said that youhave to let me finish my study session with Alex. But you were too greedy andruined that for me. So I will tease you the whole night and maybe, maybe, Iwill let you cum in the morning,” he smirked devilishly and made you suckhis fingers, tasting yourself on them. “Come on Marco, you can’t do this to me,you love me, right babe?” you tried to seduce him, but he already made hisdecision. He played with your body for hours, bringing you close to your orgasmmany times, but he always stopped when you were about to cum. You weresquirming underneath him, cursing, begging, moaning, sweating, but he had nomercy on you and your body. He finally decided that you had enough and enteredyou slowly with his throbbing cock. You sighed happily when he filled you up,your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, in case that he would try to withdrawagain. But it wasn’t his intention this time. He was slamming his cock in andout of your body, kissing you slowly, savoring your taste, caressing your bodywith his fingers, trying to remember every curve of your gorgeous body. Yournails were scratching his back, your hips were moving along with his and witheach stroke he filled you further, burying himself deeper and deeper insideyou. You felt your orgasm coming and this time he didn’t stop and pushed youover the edge with his fingers which began rubbing your clit. You came hard,screaming his name; he followed you soon, filling you up with his seed.He hugged you and pulled you closer to his body. You relaxed in his arms, butyou started crying after few minutes.“What’s wrong Y/N. Why are you crying?”Marco asked, scared by the change in your behavior. “I am just sad, that you will leave metomorrow,” you managed to say between sobs. “Don’t cry, my love, I am going to visityou as much as possible,” he promised you.“And you can take a vacation from workand come to visit me. I will have more free time this season,” he winked atyou and kissed your temple lovingly.“Why?? Something will happen to Hvitserk?”you asked and looked at him. “No, but the show is focusing more onIvar now, so I will have more free time. And should I be jealous aboutHvitserk? You appear to be quite attached to this guy,” he teased you. “Oh yeah, you should be, he is veryhandsome man,” you laughed and kissed him lovingly.“We will make this work, love. Don’tworry,” he assured you and pulled you back into his arms. You slowly fellasleep, calmer than the night before.

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I Still Love You | Marco Ilsø x OC

[Pic above is ‘mine’ - PSD (not mine) here + image found on Pinterest. I’m a hoe for IG mockups, I’m sorry. Thanks Tumblr for lowering the quality when I add pics in a text post]

✎ Pairing: Marco Ilsø x OC

✎ A/N: I’m just so slow...

✎ Warnings: ... and I’m on my period and this makes me emotional, so I cried all the time while writing this. So I just don’t know, but if you find any let me know, okay? Please?

Word-count: 2524

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

It had taken him almost two weeks to convince her, but eventually, he had managed to force a ‘yes’ out of her lips. And ever since that afternoon in the library she worked at, he had found himself smiling like a fool every day.

“You will scare her away if you keep that creepy smile on your face,” Alex had warned him, but Marco simply didn’t care. And, moreover, his friend didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. Alex hadn’t scared his girlfriend away. He hadn’t ripped her heart out of her chest. He hadn’t got drunk at the wrong party, hadn’t done what he had done. Alex didn’t know what it felt like, watching as someone he had once loved with all his might tried to get back up on her feet to go on with her life. Didn’t know what it felt like to see Anna take care of his nieces, or how he hadn’t found it in himself to wash the pullover he had lent her. He couldn’t hear nor feel the way his heart kept beating inside his chest, threatening to break his ribs.

All that mattered was that Anna had accepted to come to their New Year’s party – anything else lost its meaning. He had spent days looking for the perfect birthday gift for her and had ended up buying the bracelet Alex had suggested. It was shiny, the thin material catching the light even now, under the dim lights of his bathroom. It could mean ‘it’s nice to have you back,’ or ‘I’d like another chance, go back where we were before I fucked up,’ or ‘please, don’t exit my life again, I couldn’t survive it.’ All things he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her. He wasn’t going to tell her he loved her, or that he still needed her in his life, still wanted to marry her and have her kids as he had always imagined before things went downhill.

And it was all because he was a stupid coward, he told himself. He could still see the hurt and betrayal behind her smile, could still see the sadness in her grey irises. And when he thought of the tears she must have shed… it killed him, there was no better word to say it.

It killed him that he couldn’t have her. It killed him that he had hurt her. It killed him that maybe, one day, she wouldn’t bear his children but someone else’s. And it killed him that he couldn’t go back in time, couldn’t fix his mistake.

When he looked up in the mirror, he saw Alex leaning against the door frame.

“Are you ready to go?” his friend asked. He was wearing a light pair of jeans and a navy blue button-down, but he was Alex and anything always looked good on him.

“Am I?” Marco honestly didn’t know. It wasn’t like it was the first time he was hanging out with her – though he still couldn’t understand why Anna had yet to yell at him to leave her the fuck alone – he felt as though this time was different, as though, somehow, it was special.

Alex reached him and grabbed him by his shoulders. “I don’t know, buddy. You tell me.”

Marco sighed and closed his eyes for a second.

To hell with the party! He was just going to call in sick, lay down on his couch and drown in his miserable memories.

“I think I need a drink,” he muttered, shoving the little black box with Anna’s present in his pocket.

His friend laughed and stopped him from leaving the bathroom. “Stop with all this shit, Marco,” he warned. “That girl is waiting for you to pick her up. What are you gonna do? Be a coward and not show up?”

Marco didn’t even fight to free himself from Alex’s hold. “What if I mess up again? What if I end up hurting her?”

“And what if you show her you’ve finally manned up and that you’re worthy of her forgiveness? Have you ever thought of that?”

Marco tried to say something, but his mouth opened and closed a few times before he slumped his shoulders and heaved a sigh.

“I’m taking this as a ‘no’,” Alex smiled. “Look, if you don’t’ take the risk, you’ll never know. She’s trusting you enough to let you near her again. And I might not know what happened between the two of you, but it looks like she’s willing to take the risk and see where this thing goes. You even bought her a birthday present! If you don’t go, what are you going to do with it? Leaving it in your pocket to remind you that once you pissed yourself at the thought of hanging out with the girl you’re clearly head over heels in love with?”

Marco shook his head and lowered his gaze. No, he couldn’t do this to her. He couldn’t get back into her life just to screw it up once more. “You don’t understand…” he trailed off.

“And then make me understand!” But when Marco kept silent, Alex groaned and let go of his hold on his friend’s arm. “Okay. Good. Stay at home. I’ going to pick her up and take her out for the night. Maybe I’ll even manage to not make you come off as a gigantic coward.”

Marco didn’t answer. He knew his friend wasn’t going to do something like that to him. He had yet to tell him the reason why Anna had broken up with him – and he wasn’t even sure he was going to open up on that topic with anyone for at least a millennium – but he knew Alex partially understood. But when he left the bathroom and Marco saw him entering his bedroom, a thrill went down his spine.

He wasn’t going to take his phone.

Marco shook his head. No, he wasn’t.

A few moments passed before he heard his friend’s voice talking with someone. “Hi, I’m Alex, Marco’s friend.”

He had never known how fast he could run until the thought of Alex calling his Anna crashed onto his shoulders. He cursed his stupid self for sharing his phone password with his friend. They were like brothers and he knew Alex’s PIN too but would have never thought of something like that.

Alex didn’t even see him coming. Marco just jumped on him from behind, sending him flying onto his bed and tore his phone from his friend’s hand.

For a second he thought it was just a joke. Alex had faked a call just to wake him out of his fears, but when he heard a voice coming from the speakers of his phone, he froze.

“What the fuck did you do?” he hissed, standing up and preparing himself to confront Anna.

Alex was grinning. “I woke you up.”

Marco scoffed and shook his head before pressing the phone against his ear. “Hello?”

“Marco?” Anna sounded confused. What was he going to tell her? “Is everything alright? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

He didn’t even notice the worried tone of her voice, too busy killing his friend with his eyes. “Yes, don’t worry. Alex was just pranking me.”

“God, good,” she sighed. “I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“What? No…”

Anna kept quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “Do you… Do you want to cancel the date?”

She couldn’t do this to him. She couldn’t show him how well she still knew him now. “No, no, how could you think something like this?”

“I don’t know, I just… I had a feeling, that’s all. I’ll wait for you, then.” He could almost see her smiling, relieved.

“I’ll be there soon,” he reassured her.

He waited for her to hang up before groaning. “I’m so going to kill you, hoe,” he warned.

“You’ll thank me when you’ll make her birthday,” Alex shrugged his shoulders, a stupid smug smile on his face, a smile Marco couldn’t wait to erase.

   When they reached her house, Anna was already outside. She was wearing a red dress, one that looked particularly good on her, and a black jacket, and her hair was braided into a braid that crowned her head like Princess Leia’s.

He hurried out of the car to open the passenger’s door for her while she hurried down the driveway.

“Hi,” she smiled, clutching her purse with both hands.

Marco smiled like an idiot. What was he afraid of? It was as if, suddenly, all his fears flew out of the window and he was left alone with her.

“Are you going to tell her she looks stunning or do I have to do it for you?” Alex’s voice startled them both. He had rolled down the window and was now poking his head in the freezing air of the evening.

“You’re the one who called me,” Anna recognized him and shook the hand Alex was holding out for her.

“Don’t mind him,” Marco stepped in, waiting for her to sit in the car. “He’s just an idiot,” he added, bending over to glare at his friend, sitting behind Anna. When he closed the door, he tried not to pay too much attention to the goosebumps Anna’s cool breath had caused to rise on his neck.

There was no good in deluding himself.

And when he sat down in front of the steering wheel again, he tried to ignore his friends giggling. Alex is not taking her anyway, he told himself. He was his best friend, his partner in crime: he knew he wouldn’t hurt him. It was just a joke. Just a stupid joke, nothing important.

He had been driving for ten minutes when Anna spoke up.

“This is embarrassing, you know?” she chuckled, glancing at him and then at Alex. “I’m still trying to decide if you’re just mad at each other or if you’re planning to kill me and drop me off somewhere.”

Alex laughed, and even Marco giggled. But then the stupid friend he had had to open his stupid mouth and answer with the worst answer he could come up with. “Marco’s just afraid of doing something stupid and scare you away.”

I’m so killing you.

He noticed Anna blushing from the corner of his eye, but when he was about to shut Alex up, she spoke. “Nothing bad will happen, don’t worry.”

The touch on his shoulder made him turn towards her for a second and he saw her smiling. She had faith in him, why couldn’t he have faith in himself, too?

    “I’m sorry for what happened in the car,” he muttered staring at Alex talking with a guy he did not know. “Alex can be… I don’t know, his behavior is beyond my understanding.”

“What happened in the car, Marco?”

He didn’t answer.

“Is that why your friend called me, earlier this evening? Because you were afraid of messing up and wanted to cancel?”

Marco stared at her but all he could see were her tears, her puffy eyes and the smeared makeup she had worn the night he had messed up for real.

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he confessed.

“You want me to go back home then?”

No. “No!” The strength with which he grabbed her wrist scared him and forced him to let go as if her skin had burned him. “Please, stay. I’m just… nervous.”

Anna smiled and sipped her orange juice – it made him smile, the way she didn’t like alcohol.

Why was he like this? Why did he have to always ruin everything with her?

She was probably thinking of a polite excuse to leave because, heck! He himself was embarrassed by what he had said.

It was then that he saw Alex staring at him from the other side of the crowded room. He was frowning, his arms crossed over his chest. He knew his friend was losing what little courage he had managed to come up with.

‘For fuck’s sake, dude! Take her outside and give her her damn present!’ Alex texted him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do. It was more like he didn’t know how to do it. What if the bracelet wasn’t enough? Or what if it was too much? They weren’t even as close as he hoped anymore. And that whole car thing had ruined everything.

What was she thinking of him now?

Maybe it embarrassed her too much.

Maybe she’d rather be at home watching the X-Men marathon re-run.

She didn’t know anyone at the party, so maybe she was regretting coming in the first place.

“I’m sorry if I said anything awkward,” she started after a while, looking up at him.

She was uncomfortably leaning against the wall and he knew he should have introduced her to his friends, but what if they said the wrong things? Or what if some of them, even just one, decided to hook up with her?

He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, trying not to sigh again.

“I mean, you’re clearly not having fun. I’m not even sure you still want me here…” she continued. “I know it’s awkward between us since what happened, but I’m trying. I don’t know, maybe I’m failing, but just know that you don’t have to put up with me if you don’t want to. I mean, I shouldn’t be the one putting up with you, but I believe in second chances and…” When he met her eyes, she stopped. “I’m just trying to say that I’m not chaining you down, that if you want to go, then you’re free to go.”

Why was she thinking it was her fault?

“I don’t want to let go of you.” He put the glass down on the floor and grabbed her hand. “I just want to make up for what I did, but I… I’m too afraid of…”

“Messing up?”

He nodded.

“I’m scared, too, but if you never try you never know, right?”

He nodded again before shoving his hand into his pocket. “I bought you this,” he simply stated. “Happy birthday, Anna.” He put the little black box in her hands, sweating nervously. Why did it have to be so difficult? He waited for her to open it before speaking again. “It’s not the original box. The one that came with the bracelet was too big to fit in the pocket, but I have it at home if you want it and…”

“I love it, thank you,” she chuckled. “Can you help me with the clip?”

It took him more than he thought it would, but in the end, the bracelet was secured around her wrist.

“I’m glad you like it,” he confessed, relieved. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he added after a while, lowering his gaze again. “And you don’t have to say it back now. You don’t even have to say it back at all, but I just… need to let it out.”

She squeezed his hand harder. “Okay?”

“I still love you.”

Why is he like this? Also, Alex is my spirit animal in this shit.

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