#marco ilso imagine

[literaryuppsala]

I know heaven’s a thing (I go there when you touch me, honey)

Title: Another Taylor Swift song, this one is False God.

Pairing: Hvitserk x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where Hvitserk is a cop and you're the witness he has to protect for a night.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Smut, +18.

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. I'm on some Hvitserk moment in my life, blame It on me rewatching the show. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.

Sitting in the back of the car, you hugged yourself tightly, rubbing your hands on your arms trying to get warm. The detective driving was a silent one, the soft voice coming from the radio was the only sound inside the car, along with his heavy breathing and your occasionals sighs. To be the witness of a crime wasn’t in your plans, probably wasn't in anobody’s plans, but definitely not in yours. 

That morning started very ordinary for you, you woke up, fed your cat, changed your clothes and went to work. At night, you and a few friends decided to go out for a drink and everything was pretty normal before you went out for a smoke, and just like that your life turned upside down. A black limo parked in front of the club, you imagined some rich guys were arriving, but as the two guys left the car, a motorcycle parked right in front of them, shooting the two men straight on their heads. Their bodies fell on the ground and you immediately hid behind the side wall, into the dark alley. 

But you were too curious to just leave It there, so you peaked, quickly enough to see one of the guys drop from the motorcycle and remove his helmet. You saw his face clearly, illuminated by the neon lights on the club sign. The man approached the bodies and shot them again, several times before coming back to the motorcycle and quickly leaving. 

You were still trying to process when the man turned his head and looked over his shoulders, his dark eyes met yours and widened, surprised to see you there. Just then you knew your time has come, he would come back to kill you but something inside your head started buzzing loud and you ran into the club, screaming under the music to try and catch everybody’s attention, which worked and just like that, everyone was outside the club seeing the two dead bodies, someone called the police, and you vanished between the crowd of onlookers. 

After you talked to the police, you learned the two dead guys were the sons of a mob boss and the killers were from a rival mafia, that was a reckoning. But they were more interested on the killer, the man whose face was now carved in the back of your mind was the link they needed for another investigation, they didn’t tell you much, just that this was big and he was dangerous, you needed protection, needed to stay out of his radar until they had enough to start his trial, enough to put him out of the streets and for that you needed to take the stand and tell what you saw. That’s what brought you here, inside this car, you were now a witness of a crime and a target for a future one. 

You are now leaving New York. 

You watched the sign getting behind you like a symbol of your old life, at least for a few months. As you raised your eyes you caught the police officer looking at you through the rearview mirror, his intense gaze made your body shiver and you looked away.  

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke to you. 

“About what?” You asked with a frown.

“This whole thing.” He answered. “Your cat.”

“It’s not your fault.” You shrugged. “You could’ve let me bring her though.”

“Not until we find you a new house. We’re staying in these motels until the program can get you another identity. We can’t keep a cat in a motel.”

“I know, I was just kidding.” You answered shyly. 

He parked outside the cheapest motel you ever saw, the vacancy sign flashed poorly while the one with the name was off.

“By the way my name is Hvitserk.” He told you while leaving the car and opening the back door for you. 

“Better late than never.” You joked as you did the same and he smiled timidly. 

“Let’s check in, you must be tired.” 

You nodded and followed him inside. The guy behind the counter wasn’t the nicest one, looking at you both suspiciously until Hvitserk showed his badge and his face immediately changed to a fake smile, his theatrical sympathy would be funny If It wasn’t scary. He handled one key and pointed the way. 3B. You walked side by side in silence until he opened the door for you to enter, you sighed when you saw a king sized bed and looked at him. 

“I’ll talk to him about another room, wait here.” He answered and quickly left. 

From where you were you could see him talking with the man and for a moment he looked over his shoulders, his eyes meeting yours and sending goosebumps all over your body just like It happened in the car. He quickly turned again and stayed for a moment, before walking over to you one more time.

 “I’m sorry, they only have this room left.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But I won’t be sleeping tonight anyway, I can keep the armchair.”

You nodded. 

“I’ll find something for us to eat. Stay here and don’t open this door unless it’s for me.”

He left you by yourself and you used the time to change into something more comfortable, took a quick shower and slipped into your pink sweats and a tank top, by the time he came back, you were already on the bed, searching through the channels on TV. 

“Hope you like doritos cause we don’t have any other options.”

“It’s ok.” 

You smiled sitting on the edge of the bed while he handed you the snack and a can of coke, not very healthy you thought to yourself. He sat on the chair on the side of the bed and started eating the same thing. 

“Soooo… You always wanted to be a cop?” You asked after long minutes of silence. 

“It’s a family thing.” He smirked. 

“Like, your dad is a cop, your mom is a cop, your brother is a cop…”

“My dad, my four brothers, my mother is a saint.” 

“And you’re not a saint…?” 

“I've got my share of sins.”

He was handsome, you got to give him that. Especially all worried about you, looking outside through the window, peaking through the sheer curtains. No, that’s his job. You told that to yourself while thinking about his beautiful eyes, what color was that? Partly green, partly gray, sometimes hazel depending on the light. His hair was long, all tied up on a messy bun. His badge was on the table, so was his gun and his cellphone was on his hands because he would constantly check on something. 

“You’re making me nervous.” You mumbled. 

“You should get some sleep.” 

“I’m trying but you’re all worked up looking out and checking on your phone, you’re making me nervous.” You repeated. 

“Sorry to bother your highness while I’m trying to keep you alive.” 

“Well i accept your apologies. Can you stop now?” 

“No, I can’t, you’re still with a target on your head, nothing changed since we got here.”

“You’re slightly annoying.” 

“Yeah. I can live with that.” 

You did fall asleep after all but couldn’t rest properly, not with all nightmares. Eventually you woke up, eyes trained on the ceiling before you turned to the side to find Hvitserk staring back at you. 

“You’re not a very good sleeper.” 

“I was before the violence.” You sighed. “And I miss my cat cuddling me. She warms my feet.” 

“You have cold feet?”

“No. But I like the fluffiness.” You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling again. “What’s gonna happen?”

“We’ll keep you safe ‘til the trial.”

“What If he walks free?”

“He won’t.”

“You don’t know that, Hvitserk.” 

He opened his mouth to say something but loud knocks on the door startled you both. He immediately took his gun. 

“Get up.” He ordered. “Stay behind me.”

You quickly obeyed, pawing at his shirt as you leaned against his body for protection. 

The knocks restarted, louder and stronger this time. You looked at the bathroom door and remembered a window, you clutched at his shirt to catch his attention and pointed at the door, at first he frowned, but understood eventually. As you both walked slowly to the bathroom, the door was broken into by two men who started shooting. You screamed in panic while grabbing Hvitserk’s shirt and pulling him into the bathroom with you, quickly closing the door. 

“Gogogogogogo…” He gasped while pushing you towards the window, making you jump out and following you close behind.

Both of you started running towards the car and quickly entered. He drove fast out of the motel but was followed by another car. Your heart hammered inside your chest and a loud ringing in your ears made It very hard for you to think. You kept looking back, eyes widened while you held for dear life onto the door. Eventually, Hvitserk was able to mislead the people following you and after a few minutes driving he stopped at the roadside and looked at you. 

“You ok?” He asked, a little unsure, but you didn’t answer. “Hey, are you ok?” He insisted but you weren’t listening, you couldn’t breathe properly, your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your chest, the ringing in your ears were louder than before. “Hey, look at me.” He asked, raising his hand to touch your shoulder, which you quickly repelled. 

Hvitserk jumped out of the car and turned around to your side, opening your door and pulling you out. You were fast to repel him one more time.

“Calm down, you’re safe now.” He said carefully, slowly, but you were more worried with his hands on your shoulders. 

“Get off me!” You said finally, but he didn’t move. “GET OFF ME!” You repeated. 

“Calm. Down. It’s me. You’re safe.” He said It again.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” You screamed, slapping his chest with all your strength until he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“It’s ok. It’s ok.” He murmured while trying to calm you down. He shushed you, rubbing your back. 

At first you tried to push him away but ended up wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest, you broke down in tears. He kept murmuring to you, rubbing your back and your hair, pressing you inside his arms: you’re ok, you’re ok now, it’s ok. You don’t know how long you stayed in that hug, but It calmed you down and eventually you stopped crying, once you stepped away from his body he held your face with both of his hans, checking on you in silence. 

“Thank you.” You whispered letting him clean up your wet cheeks. 

“Don’t worry.” He finally released you from his arms and stepped back. “We have to go find another place to stay and I have to call my boss, can you stay calm? Can you do that for me?” He asked calmly and you nodded. “Come.” He offered you his hand and led you back to the car, turned around and took the driver’s seat, taking his phone in his pocket. He dialed quickly and put It on his ear. He had a frown on his face and pressed the steering wheel with his free hand, so hard his knuckles became white. “We’ve been exposed.” He growled after a few minutes. “I don’t know, they found us. We need to put her in another location now.” 

You tried to focus on something else, not on the conversation going on by your side, but you weren’t able to ignore it, so you kept listening while Hvitserk had some sort of a fight with someone through the phone. The fight was about you, about keeping you somewhere safe and he wasn’t very patient. 

“Fine, I’ll take her to another motel, but you do your fucking job faster, I can’t stay with her forever.” He hung up and started the car. “Let’s go.” 

“I left my things at the other motel.” You mumbled. 

“Well, you’ll have to buy new ones, we can’t go back.”

“Can’t you have someone take It for you?”

“No. Sorry.” He answered crudely, you hugged yourself and sank into the passenger seat.

Hvitserk drove for hours, like he wanted to be as far as possible. You stopped counting the minutes of silence between you two and let the tiredness win, your eyes felt heavy and eventually you fell asleep. Next thing you know you’re being taken from the car, It startled you and you wobble, making him put you on the ground. 

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” He told you shyly and you nodded. 

“I got scared.” 

The motel was a little better than the other and the guy behind the counter was nicer, he smiled at you both and Hvitserk showed him his badge.

“We need two bedrooms. Next to each other, please.” 

“Oh… Wow… I thought… Never mind.” He babbled shyly, typing on his computer. “I’m gonna need some ID, please.” 

While Hvitserk checked in, you looked around, scared about the few people walking around you, scared they might do something to you, hurt you somehow. You leaned against him and wrapped your hands around his arm, unconsciously seeking his comfort and protection. He looked at you before taking the keys the guy was offering. 

“Come, you need to rest.” He grabbed your hands and led you to the elevator, you just automatically followed behind. Your hands remained firmly holding his arm. As soon as you reached your floor he took you to your door and helped you open It. “Lock yourself inside, don’t open It unless it’s for me.” 

You finally noticed your hands and pulled away, shyly. 

“Thank you.” You quickly entered, locking yourself and leaning against the door. 

The day was starting, It was just one night but It felt like you lived a lifetime. You shed your clothes and went to the bathroom, silently thanking the gods for the bathtub that you quickly filled with warm water. You sank into the tub and closed your eyes, the water immediately relaxed your muscles and you sighed deeply, feeling the air going through your lungs. You needed that. After the shower, you covered yourself with one of the robes you found and let yourself fall onto the bed, the sheets were warm and soft and your body relaxed even more. 

However, after minutes of trying you weren’t able to sleep, didn’t know why. Tossing and turning until you sit back, your mind was going to the next door, to Hvitserk. For whatever reason you got up and went to the door, opening It to go but your eyes widened when you saw him standing there, looking at you. 

“I-I… I can’t sleep.” You mumbled.

“Me neither.” He answered quickly. “Can I come in?”

“Please.”

You took a step back while he stepped in, your bodies were tense, radiating something heavy around you both. You don’t know what’s got into you, you just had this weird but profound need, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him but was quickly repelled, his hands on your shoulders pushing you away. You felt your cheeks burn in utter embarrassment and opened your mouth to apologize but before you said anything he kissed you, turning you around until your back met the wood of the door, his body flush against yours.  

You were too far gone in less than a minute. His kiss was hungry, demanding and he tasted like peppermint, probably from the toothpaste he used. He was tasting you, his tongue searching for yours, massaging It, his hands quickly finding the knot on your robe and untying It. He stepped back for a moment, your mouth reaching out for his while he looked down at your naked body. 

“Gods…” He mumbled before his mouth was on yours again, his hands going to your breasts like a magnet. He teased your nipples with the tip of his fingers, hardening the small buds. 

He trailed his kisses down your jaw til your neck, suckling on the skin, you raised your head to give him more space, your hands messing with his hair until you untangled the bun that kept It all together, his hair falling down his shoulders. 

He hooked his hands on the back of your thighs. “Jump.” He mumbled against your lips and you obeyed, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist, arms around his neck for support. He walked with you towards the bed and tossed you over the mattress, quickly covering your body with his, finding your lips and kissing you another time. His hands were everywhere, from your waist, to your arms and your thighs, your nakedness left you vulnerable, but Hvitserk was still completely dressed, his jeans causing a delicious friction against your sensitive skin. 

“Take this off.” You grunted, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling It up.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” He teased, kneeling on the bed so he could take his shirt off, tossing somewhere in the room. 

You sat down, touching his abs then rubbing up his skin to his chest and shoulders, carefully touching his tattoos. Your lips found the skin of his stomach and he grabbed the hair at the back of your neck, a strong grip that sent goosebumps all over your body. He pulled your head away from his body and made you look at him. 

“Open It.” He mumbled, looking at his pants. Your shaky hands went to his hips, nervously opening up the button of his pants and pushing his zipper down. “Good girl.” 

He pushed you down the bed, holding your knees apart while laying down between your legs. Next thing you felt was the wetness of his tongue against your folds, your hands went immediately to his hair and licked you again, like he was tasting you. He used one of his hands to open up your lips, taking a good look at your clit before attaching his lips to it, sucking it slowly. 

You felt like your whole body was electrified, like the blood running up your veins had been replaced by pure electricity and you moaned, loud and clear, earning yourself a soft ‘hmm’ coming from his lips, sending vibrations through your body. Hvitserk licked you again, the tip of his tongue teasing your opening while he massaged your clit with his fingers. Your hips seemed to have a mind of its own, grinding down against his face. 

“Fuck…”  You whispered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

His free hand found its way from your thigh to your pussy and his fingers joined his mouth, one of them sliding easily into you. You were so wet that the second finger joined the other and you clenched onto them, your pussy throbbing. Hvitserk ate you out like you were his last meal, pumping his fingers in and out while sucking on your clit, and the coil on your lower belly felt like a rubber band ready to snap. 

“Tell me how to make you come.” He gasped, sounding like a beg. 

“Just-Just keep doing this - Oh shit - Don’t stop.” You begged too, feeling his mouth back on you. 

With a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, the coil snapped and you growled like a wounded animal, pressing his head between your legs until his licking onto you was too much to bear. 

“StopStopStopStop.” You whispered, pulling him up by his hair, his mouth finding yours like a guided missile. You could taste yourself on his mouth, your hands quickly finding the sides of his pants, pushing it down with the help of your feet. “Need you inside me.” You panted. 

“Yeah. I need It too.” 

Hvitserk made quick work of his pants, until It reached the middle of his thighs, freeing his cock from its confines, you looked down between your body, watching as he rubbed his own length, glistening with precum, he was so hard and your stomach flipped at the thought of being the reason on why he was like that. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, teasing your folds with the head of his cock, coating himself on your wetness. 

“Yeah…” You murmured, overwhelmed. 

He smiled big as he lined himself with your entrance before pushing the tip in, the stretch causing you both to groan. You raised your head and closed your eyes, his mouth quickly finding the skin of your neck while he slowly bottomed out, pulling out a bit just to thrust right back in. 

“Yes.” He groaned. “That’s it, baby.” 

You melted, little gasps leaving your lips as you raised your hips to meet his thrusts. He pushing you into the mattress, both of his arms used to keep his body weight to crash down on you while you held onto him with arms and legs like your very life depended on it. Later you’d worry about the marks your nails were definitely leaving on the skin of his back and shoulders, later you’d worry about the other marks his mouth was leaving on your neck, later. At that moment you could only think of the feeling of him inside of you. 

Suddenly, he stopped, hands reaching the pillow under your head. You frowned before he held your lower back up and put it under your butt. Thrusting back in, the new angle reaching the soft spot inside you making you loudly gasp. 

“That’s better.” He teased. 

“So much...” You panted.

“I know.” He teased again, moving his hips slower this time. 

“Fuck me!” You whimpered. 

“I am.” He kissed you. 

His hips were drilling into you hard and deep, his intensity got you shaking again, the coil forming once more making you ready to cum one more time. His fingers trailed down in between your bodies to circle your clit and you spread your legs a little more, inviting him to continue. The guttural groans leaving his lips were pushing you further towards the edge, his lips were right on the line of your ears as his thrusts became a little sloppier, messier. 

“C'mon… Cum for me.” He begged and you clenched around him uncontrollably. “Go ahead baby, let go.”

Just like that your body jolted and you closed your eyes, seeing white spots behind your eyelids as your orgasm hit you hard. But he didn’t stop, reaching his own as he thrusted you faster. 

“Shit baby you’ll make me cum.”

“Hvitserk…” You mumbled. 

“O-oh fuck…” It’s the only warning you got before he pulled out and you felt him paint your stomach white as rope after rope of his cum shoots from his tip onto your skin. 

Both of you were still panting, trying to recover from what just happened when he fell on the bed right by your side. His eyes were on you while yours held the ceiling, incapable of looking at him. 

“That was-” He started. “-very wrong of me.” A smile broke out on his lips before he pulled you close. “But so good.” His lips found your cheek forcing a laugh out of you. 

“Still very wrong of you.” 

“So wrong.” He turned you on your side, sticky bodies wrapping around one another, lips touching as he spoke.

“Big mistake.” You mumbled before his lips wrapped around yours. 

“Huge.” He agreed, kissing down your jaw to your neck. 

“We shouldn’t do this again.”

“You’re probably right.”

“You’re still kissing me.”

“I am.” 

“What about the huge mistake?”

“I’m a terrible cop.” 

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[aaalllice]

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

~~

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)

end

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Bff!alex and bff!marco absolutely have a group chat with you where they just have ridiculous memes or goofy pictures of animals with the simple addition of “lol this u” under it.

Bff!alex hates scary movies while bff!marco loves them, and in turn, you end up snuggling against Marco while Alex digs his nails into a pillow, warning characters and scolding them for not listening to him.

Bff!alex is physically stronger than bff!marco, though marco has more endurance, and you often have to be the judge of their “sporting events” (really just wrestling or roughhousing when one of them cheats at a video game)

Bff!alex and bff!marco have an assortment of nicknames for you, ranging from “toots,” “sweetness,” “my little cabbage,” “you knob,” or, Alex’s favorite for you and marco, “you butthole.”

Bff!alex likes to sleep on the couch, while bff!marco is more than happy to take the floor; you tell them that the couch opens up to a bed, but they don’t like to put you through trouble

Bff!alex is very open with his adoration and appreciation for you in an affectionate way, while bff!marco is much more subtly affectionate, though no one flirts more than they do with each other

Bff!alex hit a cat while driving one day and now will only drive during emergencies, and bff!marco can’t ride a bike.

Bff!alex and bff!marco.

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[imaginesmai]

Hvitserk Ragnarson - They don’t know about us

Requested by the lovely @cabe-sherlock​! Hope you like it, it was quite a challenge to write but I really liked it!

Plot: you know that Kattegat will never approve of your relationship with Hvitserk, not matter how hard you try. But you love him anyway.

Warnings: mentions to homophobic situations and Ubbe being quite ignorant about it - just at the begining -. I wrote this with a male!reader.

It wasn’t hard to find him if you thought about it for a while. Hvitserk Ragnarson was quite predictable, even more when he was angry, sad or moody – which, frankly, was quite often. You left behind the loud laughs and bright lights from the great all, choosing to ignore how the whispers seemed to follow you through the dark. Having exited the place right behind him, you saw his back disappearing into the dark night. He walked through the sand until he stopped at the edge of the cold sea, not minding that the bottom of his tunic was getting wet.

Your steps quickly carried you to his side, and you placed a comforting hand on his bicep. What you had heard in the great hall wasn’t easy to swallow – and it hurt even more when you thought about how you weren’t just two friends comforting each other. Without a word, you sat next to him and he leaned his head against your shoulder with a bone – deep sigh. Your hands remained locked.

“What I’m doing wrong?”

“Getting your tunic wet. And maybe drinking too much” you tried to lift his mood. “Apart from that, I don’t see anything wrong”

“Me neither. But they won’t – can’t see it, right? Never will”

You wished you could tell him that he was wrong, that eventually people will accept your relationship and move to another thing. That Margarethe will stop mocking him for not having sex with her, and choosing instead to lie with you in the cold nights. That his brothers will stop insulting him, and that the village people will stop looking down on him. As if he was trash and didn’t deserve to carry his last name, when the only wrong he did was to fall in love with his best friend.

That was what had caused the whole problem in the first place. You were used to sitting in the main table, besides Hvitserk, since you were friends from childhood. And for a few years now, you had been sharing something more than a friendship. It was a huge challenge for him to accept his sexuality, and for you to understand he wouldn’t seek anymore women’s attention. But now you were happy, and in love.

Margarethe had seen you getting a bit handsy, whispering into each other’s ears and holding hands under the desk. And pointing it out, she had gathered the whole hall attention. His brothers hadn’t stood up for him when someone had thrown a piece of rabbit at Hvitserk, and no one had followed him outside when things got nasty past you. Family was important for him, and you hurt for your prince.

“Sometimes I wonder if this is some type of punishments from the Gods” he wondered, and you knew better than to take offense for it. “If… if it’s because of my father, or my mother’s acts. Why can my brother fuck with his new bride in front of them, but I can’t hold your hand? Why is it so unfair?”

“Your brother might be able to do so, but I promise you that woman doesn’t love him half of what I love you, my prince”

“And I love you too, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, that quickly disappeared. “But I can’t help –“

“Hvitserk!”

You both turned around to see Ubbe jogging towards you. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to talk to him – it was that you didn’t want him to talk to Hvitserk. What Ubbe thought or did was a huge influence on him, as he was his big brother and had always followed his steps. While the man was way more open about your relationship than Ivar, who liked to make some remarks every now and then, Ubbe didn’t stand up for his brother.

You were ready to drag Hvitserk by his arm out of there and, if he let you, punch one or two teeth out of Ubbe. But he shook his head slightly, and waited until he was in front of you. Hvitserk didn’t make any intention of removing the arm around your torso and you didn’t let go of his hand, challenging Ubbe to say anything about it. The vikings coughed awkwardly and crossed his arms.

“Um – I’m sorry for… What happened inside, I –“

“You’re sorry for not stopping your wife?” you interrupted him. “Or for what she said?”

Another reason why you didn’t like Ubbe – because he was marrying Margarethe and he didn’t stop her homophobic words. It was true that he didn’t share them, at least not so extreme, but he was so ‘politically correct’ that he didn’t dare to say anything and start an argument. Who would have said he was the kind and she was just a servant.

“It’s just – you know, she was shocked Hvitserk” he tried to talk with his brother. “She saw you with… him, holding hands and, uh, being…”

“Ivar had his face between a thrall’s breast and she didn’t say anything” you talked again, Hvitserk too busy picking at the grass in the sand.

“Yeah, but – uh, you’re a man, Y/N. And Hvitserk is a prince. And it’s just strange seeing two men with each other. I’m not saying it’s wrong, just… weird”

Weird.

That was probably the word you hated the most. Why were you weird, for loving who you wanted? Ragnar had had two wives, and no one had seen anything weird about it. Ubbe had broken the chain of the royal weddings and had married a thrall, not a princess like his mother would have wanted. And Ivar loved hurting thralls and slaves to obtain pleasure going as far as taking a few of them in the bedroom to watch them hurt each other.

But the weird were you, because you wanted to walk hand in hand through Kattegat or kiss him in the lips without hiding between curtains. You wanted to compliment him without getting stares from the villagers. You didn’t think you were weird, but it seemed that everyone else did.

Hvitserk raised his head then, and you missed the familiar love he always had when he talked with his brother.

“I love him, Ubbe, and I’m not going to change it just because of what other people think” Hvitserk’s voice is cold as ice. “What’s wrong with us dating? Just because Kattegat can’t see past two men being together we have to hide now?”

“No, brother. I didn’t mean –“

“And you better watch your tongue, because you’re talking with my future husband here”

A few times, more than what you would like to admit, Hvitserk had left you loss at words. When he had taken the initiative and kissed you after training with Sigurd. After a really long day, when he had told you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. And, of course, every time he smiled, winked or talked with you, but you were growing used to his charming personality. However, that night you couldn’t even breathe, as the only sound that could be heard were the waves against the shore.

Marriage was something you never talked about. All his brothers were thinking about it already, but it wasn’t a possibility for you. On your worst days, you even thought that he would end up with some chick while you stayed as his lovers, only appearing at night in his tent. Maybe, at best, his mother would go tired of you and kick you out of Kattegat. Of course that you had thought about him as your husband. You thought almost every morning, when you woke up to that sleepy face and cute dimples.

Your eyes got suddenly misty, and Hvitserk hugged you tighter.

“If that’s alright with him” the young prince gave you an anxious look. “Is it? You want to marry me?”

“There is nothing in the world I want more, Hvitserk Ragnarson” you chuckled wetly.

Not caring about his brother or the insults you had received in the great hall, you locked your lips together. It was such a sweet kiss that, if you had been up, you would have melted into a puddle. His calloused hand rested on your cheek, promising with a gesture what he could say. If it was with you, you would drag him right there and then to the altar, in front of whoever wanted to see. And if they didn’t want to, well, they better grow used to watch you enjoy your future husband through the streets of Kattegat.

Hvitserk laughed too, and you discovered that he had suspicious bright eyes. Ubbe didn’t say anything, surprisingly, and for a second you saw the loving brother your soon to be husband always bragged about.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll be happy with you” Ubbe smiled softly. “Welcome to the family officially, Y/N”

Maybe, you had left the great hall between hateful comments and pieces of food thrown at you. But you couldn’t think about a happier night in your life.

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Kink-November

Tom Holland

Back home (First part)  and (Second part):    💕 😭

Five months ago, you broke up. Five months ago, you walked out of Tom’s house because it was all too much. Five months ago, Tom left his home without you. And now he’s back, realizing you shouldn’t have never broke up. (COMPLETE)

Back to you (Song inspired) 😭

Caterpillar:   💕

There isn’t ice-cream on the fridge, and that only makes your day worse. Until Tom comes home to fix it all. 

⭐  Christmas Present:   💕

You recive a call in Christmas and your world lights up like a Christmas tree. 

⭐Fawn (Mob!Tom): GENERAL SUMMARY (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) 💕😭

Love makes you do weird things, this much you know.

You had always been the sensitive girl, following your heart before your brain. The type of person that tends to fall in love way too quickly, only to have it blown in their faces moments later. Your friends and family warning you doesn’t mean anything, because the result is always the same; a broken heart, and hopes shattered.

Love makes you do weird things, as dating a man who controls you as he wishes. Richard is the most famous cop in town, has the highest score in locking criminals up, and is the worst boyfriend anyone could have. So he doesn’t hesitate in using you as a bait for the Holland’s family, a dangerous mob.

You have no experience, no knowledge about how to deal with a dangerous gang, but still you’re thrown to them like a meat offer.

Love makes you do weird things, and it’s found in the weirdest places. You have yet to see if, for once, it leads you to the right person, or goes back to the wrong one.

⭐  Fluff Alphabet (Tom Holland)  💕

Forgotten aniversary:   💕 😭

Working so hard had consequences.  💕 😭

Football incident (college!Tom):  💕

Tom gets hurt in a game, although it might not be an accident after all.  

Gift wrapping:   💕

Gift wrapping is the worst part of Christmas. Tom is the best one.   

Lost kid:  💕  🎈

Tom and you spent your last weekend before going home in Disney World, and he turns out to be one of those boyfriends who end up in the ‘lost kids’ deparment.  

Mushy Pancakes:   💕

Morning sex and breakfast in bed is the best way to wake up. 

Oceans between us 😭

You’re in lockdown becuase of the pandemic - alone, sad, and bored. Tom has been distant lately, and to make it worse, you hear a conversation you weren’t meant to hear.

Our fairytale:  💕  🎈

That story where two characters of a movie fall in love, or in this case two actors portraying those characters fall in love, even if they don’t belong to the same fairy tale

or

Tom is prince Eric and you’re Belle, and he’s just a jealous bean.

Relax:  💋

Tom is driving you mad without knowing, but that’s about to change after an stressful day. 

Short fic 1:   💕  🎈

Everyone is cooking in the quarentine, and even if Tom knows he can’t do shit, he’s going to try.  

Shower time:  💋 💕

The quarantine is the perfect time to tease, until you have enough and Tom is alone in the shower.  

⭐  The Impossible (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6):   💕 😭

Your relationship with Tom is on edge. Work, paparazzi and not seeing each other for months is making you tear apart from each other. Thankfully, he’s an amazing boyfriend and propose you what you thought it would be the perfect holidays; Thailandia. The hot sun, the beach, a cute hut and privacy to mend your relationship. Neither of you thought you would be witnesses of one of the greatest natural dissasters of history (COMPLETE)  

This two-seat couch  💕

College!Tom has some feelings for you, and you have some feelings for you. Maybe, ‘some’ isn’t the way to describe it, more like ‘madly in love with my best friend’. Thank God though for those two-seat couch where knees brush.

Training Day:   💋

Tom’s morning hasn’t been the only thing hard that day.   

🥇  True love kiss:  💕  🎈

“I tricked your little sister telling her Ursula has stolen my voice because I have a massive hangover, and now we have to kiss in order not to break her innocence”

or

Au were Tom works in Disney store, has a massive headache and can’t talk, and now he has lied to a little girl and she wants to get him a ‘true love kiss’; which happens to you, her older sister and Tom’s highschool crush.  

CHRIS EVANS

Bananas:  💕 🎈

Your daughter seems to have a strange fixation with bananas   

Bananas’ worries:   💕 🎈

Banana the plushie is making another appearance in your life, and this time is bringing worries.  

⭐  Banana’s new friend:   💕 🎈

Little Nathan is the new addition to the Evans-Y/L/N family, and Banana is having troubled feelings, along with Claire.   

🥇  NSFW Alphabet 💋

Short fic 1: 😭

You don’t gotta say, I know you ain’t staying over, and I won’t even mention, the fact that you’re never sober

My type - Chainsmokers ft Emily Warren

ALEX HOGH

Attention:  💕

Alex just wants to cuddle with you.

🥇 ⭐  Friends don’t love each other:  💋  😭

When feelings and sex are mixed, nothing good can come out of it. Alex and you have been doing it for a while, and the bubble if about to explode. 

Good Boy:  💋

Alex has been a naughty boy and he needs to earn his reward.

Imagine 1

MARCO ILSO

🥇  Imagine 1

Imagine 2

You’ve got my heart :  💕  💋  😭

Marco is your best friend, your neighbour and your crush. One night at your house changes everything for the best; but you’ve taken different paths and life might never reunite you again.

TOM HARDY 

B for Baby:  😭

You’re pregnant and something happens  

🥇  Imagine 1

Imagine 2

SEBASTIAN STAN

Gorgeous:  💕

Sebastian is doing and interview and can’t keep his eyes away from you (short blurb)

🥇 ⭐  Wired Autocomplete Interview:  💕

Fans watching your interview with Sebastian are going to get more than what they bargained for. 

We’re a team:   💕

No interview is boring since having your adorable four year old son, who needs his father as much as he needs him.

BEN HARDY

⭐  Interview :   😭 💕

You’re exicted for your first solo interview about the End Game movie, but it’s not going to be as good as you thought it would.

Trust:  

Ben is your bodyguard and you’re his client, and both of you have some unspoken feelings. And what best way to confess, that without words and just after a bomb have blown up the building you were in? 😭 💕

TARON EGERTON

Hypothetically:   💕 🎈

You find something that you didn’t mean to in Taron’s tablet, and you wish it had been porn. 

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[sirensmojo]

Other Half -  Marco Ilso x Reader

Summary: Marco and you incarnate characters in Vikings and get to see each other every day on set, regularly talk together and even go out with mutual friends and everybody always teasing you on how you two will be one hell of a couple.

Warnings: lame attitude (by reader), strong language, love-hate relationship(more complex), mentions of a platonic relationship with Alex Hogh Anderson and Jordan Patrick Smith, mentions of sex

Word Count: 4,044

*Masterlist *

“You come with the whole crew tonight?” Marco asks as he gathers his things ready to leave the set. “Yes I am definitely going” you answer while looking at him, you tilt your head as he heads to the door “See you there then” he doesn’t even look back at you and simply leaves. You slightly sigh and gently run your fingers into your hair to detangle them a little. It was a hard day, to be honest, and you couldn’t make it without a good drink or maybe more. Anyway, you look over the mirror and pout you were cover in dirt and in desperate need of a shower. You undress then head to the shower in your dressing room and stayed in there for about thirteen minutes before getting out and dress up with fresh and clean clothes.

 “You are not going to doll up for tonight,” someone says as you look into the mirror and see Alex, “I was in the shower not too long ago Hogh, you should really learn how to knock” you glare at him “And why am I supposed to doll up?” you asks as you furrow your brows. “Don’t be a dick Y/N we both know Marco will be there” he was staring at your reflection cupping his own face in his hand with his elbow on the table. “And?” you raise your brows and wait for him to explain his thought but you knew damn well what he was about to tell you.

 He and every other member of the staff and your little crew were bothering you with that idea that Marco and you were meant to be together. Whenever they get the occasion to, they were teasing both of you or saying uncomfortable things. In the beginning, you were so confused because you didn’t know if it was Marco that says he was interested in you or if Alex was just trying to find someone for you because you never wanted anything serious with people you hook up with. Alex shrugs his shoulders as he hasn’t intended for anything. You turn over and walk toward him and once you get in front of him you run your fingers in his hair “I wonder how Marco is still a friend with you when all you do is teasing him about a girl that only works with him” you said. He let out sight and look at you “That is not it Y/N” he said before stand up and walk towards the door “So what, you are in love with me then?” You chuckle and he shakes his head “Oh dear lord, no” he replies and you can’t help but throw him a pen that landed on the table as he walks out closing the door behind him. 

***

You decided to go back home and take a bath to relax your muscle and also your mind, work was crazy these days and tonight was the only night of the week you could go out without minding when you’ll be back home cause tomorrow you only worked in the afternoon. -Maybe I should doll up and take the opportunity to not coming back home alone- you thought and that was exactly what was on your mind when you put on the dress you made yourself. It was your other passion in life: sewing. When you weren’t on set you would put your nose for hours and hours in different fabrics and materials. Your apartment showed it well, there was all over the walls in frames a bunch of your own sketches and drawings. When it comes to your room, it was more a production area than an actual chamber, there was a lot of piece of furniture full of fabrics. All your items were hanging on a clothing rail. 

The dress you choose to wear tonight was originally a long and large black t-shirt and you tighten the waist and at the bottom of it, you added a fringe made of black leather. You also sew the edge of the sleeve and the collar with black leather. You loved this item, it was one of your favorite. Once you put it on, you look into the mirror and decide to add accessories: a beret, a leather bracelet, a black cute garter on one of your legs with high socks and sandals, it was a total black look between sexy and cute. The team was never used to see you in such clothes but it was the type of things you were wearing daily. You decided to let your hair do their thing under your hat as they weren’t really long. After putting your things into a small purse, you hang it on your shoulder. 

You finally reach the bar and as you walk in you see the team all reunited around a table. You reach the table and take a seat. You see Alex and Marco looking right at you with round eyes whereas Jordan put his hand on your beret “Hi Y/N” he said, you look at him and decide to just ignore the two others as you thought they were about to make fun of you “Did you get something for me guys?” you ask looking at everyone’s drink before you see a hand pushes a glass of beer toward you ”Here you go Y/N” says Marco. You look up at him and genuinely smile while nodding. You take the drink and start sipping on it, the night has just begun. Your eyes wandered in the bar looking for some handsome guy you could talk to when your gaze met up with a girl. You knew her face but couldn’t remember where you saw it. You look around the table and see Marco call Alex and tell him a joke at the end of which he slaps his face. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter nearly spitting your beverage on them as you stood up “Excuse-me” you said to them before heading to the table of that girl. “Hi, don’t you work with us?” you ask her, she look up to you and nod “Why don’t you come to our table then?” you ask again. “ Do you know my name?” she answered and you shake your head “ Can I sit?” you said and she made a hand movement to invite you sitting. “I am Y/N, nice to meet you” you hold out your hand to her “I am Emma”

***

It’s been nearly an hour and a half you were chatting with Emma and didn’t realize how fast the time spend, your mouth makes an ‘o’ when you see the clock as she goes to the bar to order other drinks. You slouch in your chair and cross your legs as you sip at the last drops of your third beer. 

You decide to go outside to smoke a cigarette, when you get out you feel a cold breeze stroking your hair that touches your neck as a shiver runs down your spine and you closed your eyes at this feeling. You take a cigarette in between your lips and search for your lighter in your purse your eyes still shut. When you open them, you see that somebody is pulling a lighter at the edge of your cigarette, you light it up and pull onto it as the smoke overwhelm your lungs. Then you breathe out and look up to the face of a man you knew damn well “Marco...” you sigh as you continue smoking looking away. “Is she worth it?” he asks and you stare at him in disbelief. “Excuse me?” you reply when you realize he is not going to add anything. “The woman you sat with Y/N, is she worth it?” he says and you don’t understand what he is talking about so you just blink. Marco takes the cigarette off of your lips and pulls onto it before breathing out the smoke on your face. His breath smells beer and whiskey you didn’t even know the mix of those two could smell that good. “When you get yourself all dress up it’s because you want to bring someone into your bed” he let out in a sigh still smoking your cigarette. You shrug and slightly chuckle “Why do you even care, you’re never talking to me,” you say to him. 

What did he want? Why spying on you like he did? Your thoughts were twisted. Since you join the cast you and Marco always talk to each other, you know he doesn’t hate you but you were not blind either. He would only talk to you when people were around or when he didn’t has other options but he never has shown any interest in you. Even if you thought he was hot when you first met him and that you tried to get closer to him, you eventually get that he wasn’t interested in you like that. Even when Alex told him you weren’t into emotions and “relationships” and that you don’t want anything serious, he didn’t show any interest not even the tiniest, so why on earth was he acting now like you owe him something? The more you think about it, the more you grow irritated, and you hate when something comes and disturbs your peace that is exactly the reason why you don’t want any boyfriend or girlfriend in your life.

 “What is it really about Marco?” you sigh and breathe in slowly trying to calm down. You wanted to know what was on his mind so you choose to remain calm and genuinely try to understand him. He looks down at you and when he was about to give you back your cigarette to flee inside without answering your question, you put another cigarette in between your lips as to show him you have time to give. “You are pretty tonight,” he says and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes then lock it with his “Is it a joke? Because I would punch you in your beautiful face if it is, you dork” you slap. “Why are you so harsh?” he raises his brows and you tilt your head still staring into his deep blue eyes “Why are you so cold with me all the time?” you snickered. “I’m not” he shakes his head and chuckles. You raise your brows and light up your cigarette “Were you ever interested in me? Or is it just because you see me in this gorgeous dress?” you say as you turn on yourself to show off your item, he giggles and pull onto his cig. “I always thought you were so bold as to do anything you wanted to” he is now looking at you and you can feel his gaze all over your face as if he tried to share something with his eyes. “I had a crush on you when I started to work in Vikings” you admit totally shamelessly. Everyone could say anything they wanted about you: that you were a distant person lacking bravery to love, but you were honest with yourself and you weren’t scared to tell how you felt. “I know” he murmurs. “But I also know that you don’t want to get evolve in any relationship” he added. “So what? you’re scared I’m going to fall in love with you if we have a quick fuck?” you ask as you look up to him. “I don’t know” he replies and before he could add anything you put out your cigarette and throw it into the nearest bin.

 “Okay,” you say and directly walk back into the table where the rest of the team were, you didn’t want to go back to Emma at the moment you were too busy breathing in and breathing out. Once you sat down you close your eyes in relief and then open it again. You grab a bottle of beer that was hanging on the table and bring it to your lips. “So, anything new with Marco?”Alex asks and you see Jordan sitting right next to you, he seems very interested in the conversation. “ No” you shake your head and sip on your beer as they sigh in disappointment “ You two are good for nothing” Jordan begins “Two lame-ducks” Alex added. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just jump on him you know” you shrug as you drink again ready to swallow up that whole bottle. You ended up doing it and both men were laughing as their eyes grew bigger. 

***

Marco finally came back thirteen minutes later and this time you were sipping on red wine, it was your favorite. He sat down in front of you and started to talk with Alex. You didn’t say anything, you were too busy looking at him and follow every single one of his movements. With your lifestyle it was hard for you to even think of settling down with anyone, so you just assumed you could hook up with people when you’ll require cuddles or some affection but that conversation with Marco makes you feel like maybe you were wrong. But you will not have time to go out with your lover or do anything together, you work all day long and when not you draw and sew, all those thoughts made you sick and your whole night was ruined. You try once again to calm down and just sip on your wine as you’re still staring at the man. “Fucking dork” you whisper to yourself but his gaze meets yours suddenly and you can feel your cheeks warm-up -did he heard?- you ask yourself before swallowing your drink and put down the glass. Marco blinks and turns over to talk again with Alex again, you wanted to punch him so hard, you were at peace and then he came and mess it all up in no time. 

Finally, after three glasses of wine, Marco comes back to you as if he wanted to tell you a joke but before he could say anything, you rise your glass and he stops “fuck off” you simply say. “Damn Y/N” he let out “I always thought you were so bold as to do anything you wanted to” you repeat his words trying to imitate his voice “I also know that you don’t want to get evolve in any relationship” you continued. “Stop it,” he says as he runs his hand over his face, “I don’t want to hear your jokes, just let me fucking be” you sigh.

***

The next morning you wake up with a strong hangover “Fuck...” you whisper as you back up and strengthen your arms. You get out of bed with a hand on the side of your head as you wanted to ease the pain. Once you drink your daily glass of water with lemon some memories of last night pop up into your head. You suddenly remember the conversation with Marco and at this moment you wanted to die. Last night you said a lot of things you didn’t even want to let out but you did because you were drunk and now you wanted to take it all back. “Fuck...” you say to yourself. You had to go to work in exactly two hours. First, you started by taking a cold shower just to clear your mind, and then you needed your morning coffee. Once finish your morning routine you throw the magazine you were reading on the table and just get up, you put on a band as a shirt with a hoodie, and large black sweatpants and your sneakers. As you pass by the mirror you adjust your hair and smile to yourself “You can do it Y/N” you try to convince yourself and then you get out. 

You didn’t see neither, Alex nor Marco, when you arrived and that was for the better, you directly go to your dressing room and lock the door behind you. 

It was only two hours later as you were still shooting a scene that you saw the face of Marco beside the cameras, he was watching you perform. At the end of it, the team let you know you have an hour before the next shoot. You nod and were about to head to your room when you heard someone calling out your name. You turn around and see Marco’s face again. “Hey” you let out softly while smiling at him “You were pretty good there,” he says pointing the set “Thank you Marco” you smile. “Can we talk for a few minutes?” You suddenly ask as he nods. You wanted to apologize for your behavior and how mean you were last night. “I hope I didn’t ruin your night, I’m sorry for what I’ve said I was so mean. I would like to say it was because I was drunk but we both know I can be pretty lame sometimes.” He sighs and squints “It’s okay, I get it”. You raise your brows and look at him “I don’t hate you, Marco... I just..” you stop talking because you don’t even know what you wanted to say “Just know I’m sorry” you finish before turning around and go back to your room. You glance at him on your way, he was standing still looking at the void. Why was it so hard to think about him? You don’t have the answers yet but you know you will have it anytime soon. You were really sorry about what happened, you didn’t want him to think you’re a cry baby girl but that was exactly what you made him think you were by acting this way. Apologize was the first step in your plan. During the day Marco was the only thing you could think about and you realized if you were mean to him last night it was because he was the first man to reject you. At first, you wanted him as a lover, yes, but then you showed him nothing but your willingness of having a genuine friendship with him and he declined it by showing you he couldn’t care less. You decided to go talk to him once again when you will finish that scene. 

Every time you looked at him he seemed so peaceful, so calm. How did he manage to be that way daily? When he wasn’t fooling around he was always that way and that was very cute. You now remember why you had a crush on him, you smiled as you were watching him minding his own business. “Y/N!” Someone calls out as you turn around “Alex?” you ask, “we going to another bar tonight, are you coming?” he sings. He noticed how often and how intensely you were watching Marco but he didn’t say anything. You shrug “I don’t think so, to be honest” you admit, you wanted some time alone. He smiles at you with disappointment but doesn’t add anything. 

As the day end, you were always staring at Marco every time you could, you walk towards his dressing room when you finish your last scene of the day. Breathing in, you softly knock on the door before it opens. “Oh, it’s you” he lets you in and locks it behind you “Alex wants to go out again, you coming?” he asks while he takes off his dirty shirt and puts on a clean one. Your eyes lock on his chest and you feel your fingers throbbing as the strong desire of touching his naked skin makes you lick your bottom lip. You shake your head remembering why you were here “I wanted to ask you something that is why I am here” you pout. He stops his movement and looks up to you waiting for you to go on. “Were you sincere when you say you always thought I was brave enough to do whatever I wanted to?” You murmur as you pull back your hair behind your ears “Of course I was-” he paused “I’m-- sorry if I was cold with you I didn’t mean to be” he clears his voice and you do the same. Your gaze meets his and you both smile at each other. “Do you want to go somewhere with me? I want to show you something” you say. He nodded and you head to the door with him following you. You knew if you would’ve said you were taking him to your apartment he would say no so you decide to avoid until you get out of your car. You walk toward the building and enter it before going up the stairs and turn the keys into the lock. “Here you are, I present you... the other half of my life,” you say softly. “Oh” he lets out as he enters, he turns around and giggles “If someone would’ve told me the tuff Y/N was a designer...” he laughs and looks right at you smiling as if you showed a child a garden full of candies. “It looks like I’m not that tuff haha” you laugh. As you walk toward your room, he followed you and shout out in amazement “Bowl me over!”  as he gets closer to each of your unique pieces. He then turns to look at you in awe “Fuck this is wonderful, pet” he says while a smirk takes place in the corner of his lips. “I knew you would say that, you bitch!” you slap and both of you burst out laughing. 

***

You were now sitting on your couch with some drinks, he has a beer and you a glass of red wine. “You’re so impressive... fuck you hide it well” he chuckles still in amazement of your work. “I made the dress I wore last night” you let out “No way!” he replies. You chuckle. “You know why they started to tease me about you?” he suddenly asks, and you slightly spit your wine on his face. “Oh I’m so sorry, I... You... I didn’t expect you’d put that on the table” You say while coming closer to him in a hurry to wipe the drops of red wine off his face with your thumb” you felt actually really dumb “No I don’t know why?” you continue, wanting to know the answer regardless of the situation. He was laughing, “I once told Alex I couldn’t help wondering what type of face do you make when reaching your climax”. A grin appeared on your face and you stop stroking his face with your thumb looking at him in his eyes. “So while you play the calm and peaceful Marco, there indeed is a nasty Marco somewhere” you hit back “No, I mean... yes but-” he tries to account for his thought. “No need to pretend, not with me” you smirk and cup his face with your hand. He puts one of his hand over yours, his face nearing yours. He runs his other hand through your hair and finally reaches for your neck as he pulls you closer. His lips meet yours in an electric kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. When you put your free hand on his arm stroking his skin softly you open your mouth and let out your tongue begging for meeting his. He let you in, you desperately search for air as he sucks on your tongue. You break the kiss and look at his lips before your eyes lifted up to his.

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[so-writing]

Snow 10 - Ivar / Hvitserk x Reader

Cheers erupted across the great hall as Ivar finished his toast to the new king and queen of Manafell. Hvitserk and Brenna acted the part of a loving couple well enough, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely comfortable acting so intimate with a woman he’d just met. He probably felt the way you did on your wedding day, when life as you know it was ripped from you and turned completely upside down. 

“My queen, would you like to say a few words?”

All eyes were on you, including Hvitserk’s, so you stood, raised your glass and began to lie through your teeth.

“I am so happy for the two of you, may you have a long and happy marriage. My king and I are blessed to witness this wonderful occasion and I know that I speak for the both of us when I say that we are honored not only to be allies, but to be family.”

The happy howling started up again and the drinks began to flow. You took cues from Brenna and played the part of a happy queen, smiling and laughing along at stupid jokes. You took sips of mead from your cup, and pretended to care about any of this. 

“Look at us now.”

Ubbe stepped up beside your throne and leaned against the arm. He too was nursing a drink and trying to care. Torvi was nowhere in sight.

“Hello Ubbe, how are you?”

“Two people that I love, that love each other, are now married to separate people that neither of them want. My own wife wants to leave our home because our family is so broken. I have been better.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know. Torvi and returned from this raid and things have changed again. Kattegat used to be a place of comfort for me, now it feels like a war zone. We don’t belong here anymore.”

“Ubbe, please do not give up, listen to me and know that everything is going to be OK. Relay the message to Torvi, and stay here long enough to join the rain on Hedeby. I need you both more than you know.” 

“Hello brother,” Ivar leaned across this own throne and over you, “I haven’t seen you since before you left for the raid. How are you?”

“I’m great, Ivar, just great.” 

Ubbe walked away before Ivar could say another word and a look of amusement crossed his features. 

“Ubbe does not care very much for me, does he? What was it you two were talking about, my queen?” 

“Torvi is pregnant again, and she’s having a very tough time of it. It’s the reason she hasn’t been here lately for meals. He’s worried for her health and I was just telling him that it’s going to be OK.”

It wasn’t a total lie, but Ivar looked satisfied with your answer and turned his attention back to the festivities. 

The two of you retired to your chamber early into the morning, both thoroughly exhausted after a long day of celebrating Hvitserk’s wedding. Hvitserk would finally be gone, and Ivar had won. He had you all to himself.

“My love, are you still awake?”

“Just barely,” you sighed into the pillow, “what is wrong Ivar?”

“Can I trust you to lead Kattegat while I am away? Can I really trust you?”

“I am your queen, who could you trust more?” 

“I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure. What did you and Hvitserk talk about when you were alone?”

“Weren’t you listening?”

You heard him shuffling the blankets around and felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest.

“No, I was not. I know you never wanted to marry me but I was hoping that with time you would warm up to me. I want you to trust me and in return I have to trust you.”

“We said our goodbyes. We acknowledged that as much as we care for one another, our paths have taken us in different directions and that we have to keep going.”

“You aren’t lying to me, are you my love?”

This was the moment that was going to put all of your plans into action. It was either a ruse and Ivar had been listening the entire time or it was the moment when he put complete trust in you. If he knew you were lying, he would surely set you aside, maybe even kill you, and that would be the end of your rule. 

“No, Ivar. I will not lie to you ever again, even if the truth is not what you want to hear.” 

You envisioned his hands wrapped around your throat, choking the life out of you. Violent coughs and gasps escaped your lips as you struggled to breathe. I love you, he would say as his grip tightened and the color drained from your face.

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[imaginestuffandthangs]

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[disneyimaginings]

Modern Vikings at Disney World

Ragnar

Downplays his love of Disney until he gets through the gates- then becomes an excitable kid but first-

-he snacks. Nothing happens until he’s got food in hand. Park snacks are his honest to goodness highlight- Mickey shaped ice cream, turkey legs, dole whips, hot popcorn

Also obsessed with Mickey Mouse.

Will wear themed baseball caps but not ears.

Will be THAT guy in the future who gets the whole family T-shirt’s with mickeys white gloves on them pointing to one another

Always dances with Jungle book characters at meet and greets

Rock’n’Rollercoater is his favourite ride as it’s fast, trippy and he always leaves on an adrenaline high

Also enjoys the stunts shows and the Chinese acrobats but often runs a commentary in your ear throughout of how he could do it better if he only tried so he’s not “out done” on his date

Tries to out do them until security steps in

Favourite place to eat is the nine dragons restaurant in Epcot

Secretly pinches your bum in Every. Single. Photo.

Bjorn

Favourite Disney character is Hercules. Hands down. Occassionally belts out “I can go the distance” when enroute somewhere in the parks

Expedition Everest is his favourite thrill ride

Takes Disney-Bounding SERIOUSLY

Loves the parades best of all so knows all the right spots to camp out

His personal highlight is the fire breathing dragon and the dramatic sword fight with Prince Philip

Reminds you he would fight a dragon for you but do NOT expect him to share his churros

Your first kiss was during the Little Mermaid show in Ariels bubble filled cavern

Buys you a Cheshire Cat on your anniversary because it reminds you of his GIANT cheesy grin in your favourite photos

Always wants to drink cocktails in Epcot under the stars and chase you around different countries stealing kisses

Aladdin once high fived him when he saw him carrying you over his shoulder back home

Ubbe

Does not take well Donald Duck flirting with you.

You’re his princess. Not Donald’s.

Does love Big Thunder Mountain and always puts his arms up on the turns and drops

Obsessed with funnel cake. Once tried to make it at home. Failed miserably. Now goes regularly, just for it.

Always lets you steer on Aladdin’s magic carpet ride and acts like you’re in a life or death race

Holds your hand as you wander through Disney Springs until you settle on the chilled out House of Blues for drinks and food while listening to the band - he always orders whiskey

Says his favourite character is Prince Naveen from the Princess and the frog

Actual favourite character is Anna from Frozen

Buys you a reindeer from the Norway Pavillion on your first date

Can’t look at anything from the movie Up without getting emotional

Hvitserk

Loves the spontaneous soaking roulette of the Kali River Rapids in Animal Kingdom

Splash Mountain is a close second

Teases you about how much he likes it when your clothes go see through when wet

Loves to shake his damp hair out so you get splashed and then chase him with your water bottle to get him back

Happily wears ears

Prefers street eat snacks on the go to the sit down restaurants

Jack Sparrow is his favourite character

Owns too much merchandise from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride

Often messes up his fast passes

Gets hopped up on sugar and crashes in the afternoon while you shop

Surprises you by booking a fancy table in Cinderella’s castle restaurant to impress you (and is still VERY smug about it)

Ivar

One word. Fireworks. He likes to stand behind you, his jacket on your shoulders, his arms right around you while you gaze up at the fireworks show. That way you can’t see him get choked up.

Loves the Toy Story Arcade ride where you shoot targets - but gets VERY competitive

Favourite characters are the villains

Does has a soft spot for Simba though

Once got Belle to briefly break character by making an inappropriate joke to you about being a beast in bed and making you all laugh

Be Our Guest restaurant is his favourite (West Wing naturally)

Likes vintage looking or subtle Disney T-shirt’s- nothing too obvious

Buys you Chip the tea cup for work

Buys himself a mug with Scar on it

Thinks the only time to go to the Haunted Mansion is just before closing

Surprise kisses you when you close your eyes to make a wish in Snow Whites well

Rollo

Gaston is his favourite character of all time. Argues he is not a villain, just misunderstood.

Takes you on the Seven Dwarves Mine Train on the night of your first date to see the diamond mine lit up at night

Favourite restaurant is Le Cellier Steakhouse

Always orders a bottle of wine and plays footsie under the table with you in the dark

Gets jokingly told off by Rapunzel for kissing you passionately against a wall “You need a frying pan honey?”

On a mission to get every single characters signature in his beat up autograph book

Appreciates a themed T-shirt every now and then but is highly selective

Thinks Fantasmic is better than all the other closing ceremonies

Almost accidentally knocks out Peter Pan when he jumps out to scare you

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[ivarswickedqueen]

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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[thevikingsheaux]

Woman

A/N: So this fic is inspired by the song Woman by Mumford & Sons. I know I have requests to do and series to continue but I really wanted to quickly write this 😫 feeling lonely and only just heard the album they released on the 16th and got inspired by this song soooo yeah. Song is right above the tags! I’m honestly kinda unsatisfied with my writing in this but I’m tired of it being on my mind and tired of rethinking it so here it is.

Edit: added a couple peeps I accidentally forgot to tag

Pairing: Marco x reader

Warning: pretty NSFW, 18+ only please

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Marcus Mumford’s husky voice filtered out of the speakers connected to your record player, singing one of your favorite new songs. “Woman” was a beautiful song and you listened to it whenever you could. It was on the new album and Marco had bought you the record for your birthday.

You had only been seeing him for a couple weeks but Marco already felt for you deeply. Guys always fell for you quickly. You liked him back but the feelings were still a little shallow. It always took a while for you to let your guard down because the last few times you dated someone seriously you got hurt and you weren’t eager for it to happen again. Most of your casual flings gave up after a couple months because you just couldn’t reciprocate their feelings. You could tell Marco had the potential to be different though.

You heard a knock on the front door of your apartment over the music and swiftly put the nail polish brush back in its bottle and stood up gingerly. The polish on your toes was still very fresh. You walked awkwardly to the door, trying not to let your toes down.

When you opened the door you saw Marco standing there with a nervous expression on his face. In one hand he clutched a bouquet of flowers and in the other, he held a bottle of wine.

“Hey,” you said with a smile. He half smiled and looked at the ground and licked his lips when he looked back up at you.

“I brought you flowers,” he said as he offered them to you. You smiled and took them from him and smelled them. They were lovely and you thanked him.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” you said and grabbed the sweatshirt he had on and pulled him inside your apartment.

You released him once the door closed behind him but he caught you by the wrist as you turned away to walk toward the kitchen. “Wait,” he mumbled as he spun you around to face him. He quickly leaned down to kiss you and smiled at your surprised expression after he pulled away. “Just been waiting to do that all day,” he said softly.

You smiled and turned to go to the kitchen. You could hear Marco follow and then speak over the sound of “Woman” still playing through your speakers. “Good song,” he commented. “I’m glad you like the album.”

As you hunted through your cabinets for a vase to put the flowers in, you said, “Yeah, they outdid themselves with this one. I love the different way they incorporate the banjo in this album - in some of the songs you can’t even tell it’s in there. They all sound so good.”

He hummed along to the song and quietly sang the bit of the lyrics that went “I can’t read your mind though I’m trying all the time, there’s something I don’t know, I can see it in your eyes.” Marco really identified with this song off the album in particular because he could sense that your feelings weren’t as deep as his.

You trimmed the stems of the flowers and arranged them in the vase that was nearly too small to fit all the flowers. “Thank you, Marco, these are gorgeous,” you said with a smile lighting up your features. He smiled in return and hugged you tightly.

The smell of his cologne enveloped you and you closed your eyes as you reveled in his scent. His warm embrace was so comforting and his sweatshirt was very soft against your cheek.

He pulled back a bit and said, “I have a question.”

You looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. “What’s up?” you asked quizzically.

“D-Do you honestly see this going somewhere?” he stuttered. His body was very stiff and he was scared to hear your answer.

You grew quiet and looked at the floor, unsure of what answer he wanted to hear. “Yes, of course Marco. I.. I just take a while to warm up to people I guess. I’ve been hurt in the past so I try not to get attached easily.”

You looked back up at him and kissed him, hoping you could distract him a bit. It seemed to work because he kissed you back intensely and crushed his body to yours. After a minute he broke away. “Okay, I get it. We can take it slow,” he said softly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as he kissed your forehead. “Now let’s crack open that wine and get a movie going.” Marco agreed and grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet.

You headed to the couch and flipped the tv on as he poured the wine. You turned the fan on and got your huge soft blanket out and snuggled up.

Marco handed you your glass as he scooted up next to you and put his arm around you. “What do you want to watch?” he asked.

“Hmmm what about The Last Kingdom? They released a new season” you asked. He smirked and nudged you with his leg.

“Vikings isn’t enough Viking for you?” he asked.

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Oh please, I know you love this show too!” You grabbed the remote and started the first episode of the new season and settled in, excited to see what would happen next in the world of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

By the end of the second episode, you two finished the bottle of wine and Marco’s cheeks were flushed pink. You were both slightly buzzed and as he drank, Marco’s hand gradually drifted further up your thigh under the blanket.

You were acutely aware of the warmth of his palm through your pajama pants. His thumb rubbed back and forth and you closed your eyes, imagining feeling it a few inches to the left.

You couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly shifted your body more towards him and in a way that positioned his hand over your crotch. He looked over at you with wide eyes and met yours which were already looking up at him.

You hadn’t been intimate with him yet, so this took him by surprise. His breathing grew heavier and his heart started to beat a little faster. You tilted your hips up, pushing your pelvis up into his palm. He was frozen until you placed your hand over his and pressed his fingers down and rolled them around a bit.

After that little encouragement, Marco swatted your hand away and took over. He broke out of his shock and a lusty glaze covered his eyes. He leaned down and his lips hungrily sought out your neck.

He pressed his fingers down harder and rubbed your most sensitive spot more quickly as he watched the pleasure cross your face. Marco started to push his hand under the elastic waistband of your pants and under your plain cotton panties. If you knew this was going to happen you would’ve worn something sexy but you honestly didn’t expect this.

Marco’s fingers pushed the thought from your mind as they dipped into you and pulled your wetness up to your clit. He sighed as he felt how warm and wet you were already. He kissed your neck as he began to rub his thick fingers against you again.

A moan involuntarily escaped your lips and you melted into the couch. He moved his lips to yours and they crashed urgently against you. You could tell that Marco ached for you to touch him though he would never say it aloud. You let your hands wander down his body and stopped when you got to the waistband of his pants. You hooked a finger in between his pants and skin and his body jerked as if you shocked him. 

You ran your finger back and forth along his hot skin and he moved his head down to whisper into your ear. “You’re going to kill me, woman,” he panted and then nipped at your earlobe. 

You smirked and moved your hand to rub him over his pants. Marco was already very hard and ready to go. You gently squeezed his cock before moving your hand down underneath his pants but above boxers, eliciting a moan from him. 

“I’ll only touch you if you can make me moan your name,” you said with a sly grin. His breath hitched and started to frantically rub again. Ever since your fingers had snuck down below his waist, his own had been still on top of your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you concentrated on the sensation of his fingers on you. 

Suddenly he sat up and yanked your pajama pants down so you and your cotton granny panties were exposed to him. You bit your lip nervously and apologized, “Sorry I’m not wearing something hotter, I didn’t really expect this.” 

Marco scoffed and said, “I don’t think you could be any sexier than you are right now.” Next, he pulled you up and started to pull your tank top over your head. You were braless so once your shirt made it over your head you were almost totally exposed to him. Only your stupid panties remained. 

In a sharp and rough movement, Marco ripped, literally ripped, your panties off and tossed them aside. You were speechless and his eyes caught your surprised expression. You started giggling and couldn’t help but say, “Ummm okayyy Mr. Hulk.”

He laughed and pulled you onto his lap after tugging his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. His skin was burning with lust and made fierier because you were now sitting on him, totally naked. Marco gently kissed your collarbones and up your neck, making you squirm with delight. 

You groped at his waist, trying to feel for the button and zipper on his pants. Finally, your fingers found what they sought. You worked quickly to unfasten his pants and started to push them down. Marco raised his hips a bit so he could get them off the rest of the way and then went back to kissing you. 

When you lowered yourself back down you gasped when you felt that his boxers were gone too. The most sensitive part of your body finally connected with his and it was exhilarating. One of Marco’s hands drifted down your body and squeezed your hip firmly while his other held your neck. 

You lifted yourself up and reached down to guide him inside you and slowly sat back down. Marco stopped breathing as he felt you glide down him and gasped when you squeezed around him. After your body relaxed to accommodate his size, you began to move up and down in deliberately slow movements. 

Marco’s mouth hung open and closed only when he moved to kiss your neck and chin. He was totally overcome with the sensation of you writhing around on his lap. Your fingertips dug into his shoulders, trying to find a place to hold on to as you increased the pace of your motions.

(This delightful Marco gif is from @lisinfleur )

With the hand that wasn’t caressing your neck, Marco slipped between your bodies and found your clit. The way it felt to have him inside you and touching you in such a way was sinfully delicious. His lips moved up to yours and he bit gently down on your bottom one. His kisses were soft yet firm, they felt like he was so sure that you were everything he ever wanted and he didn’t want to hurt you. 

Marco’s moans were soft and adorable and escaped every time you sank all the way down on him. You noticed this and also how his face would scrunch up a certain way when your walls clenched around him. So, every time you sat far enough down that you felt his balls brush your skin, you squeezed and watched Marco’s expression. Such a simple reaction from Marco gave you extreme satisfaction. 

As the intensity of your lovemaking increased, so did the pressure inside your body that was sure to erupt soon. “Oh shit, Marco,” you panted, “please don't fucking stop touching me. I’m c- close. And I’m on the pill so don’t pull o-out.” His fingers moved faster and his kisses became frenetic at your words. 

You bounced up and down in a quickening pace and finally found release. You screamed Marco’s name as the pleasure washed through your body, and made you convulse uncontrollably. Your lips moved without thinking and you panted, “I-I.. lo-love... you,” between your moans. A second later Marco groaned loudly and shuddered violently. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were thankful that you were on birth control because this whole thing was very spontaneous. 

Marco collapsed onto his back and you fell on your side next to him. You nestled your head into his shoulder and put one of your legs across his body. You both closed your eyes and relaxed as you tried to slow your breathing. 

“So much for taking it slow, eh?” he said with his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. You smiled, eyes still closed as well, and punched him softly.

“How was I to know that the orgasms you give can literally make a girl tell you she loves you?” you said in a playfully defensive tone. Marco chuckled and ruffled your hair before squeezing you closer to his body.

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[ijustwant2write]

Sickly Love-Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader

(GIF credit to @therealcalicali <-- Check out their work, it’s amazing!)

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Summary: requesyed by @kaylantus : Awesome! I was wondering if you would do one about Alex? Where you are Marco's younger sister, by like a year, and you have a thing for alex but marco rarley if at all lets you visit the set because you have a very weak imune system so you get sick super easy, nothing terminal. A lot of fluff. Your writing is great by the way 😊😍

Characters: Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader, Marco Ilso x Sister!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: I don’t really know an actual diagnosis for a weak immune system, but I won’t be going into much detail, some swearing too

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“(Y/N), can you help me with my lines? I want to practice again before filming tomorrow.” Marco shouted to me from his room.

“Coming!” I yelled back, snuggling into my hoodie. 

He was sat cross legged on his bed, his script laid out in front of him. Sitting opposite him, I picked it up, scanning over the lines that weren’t highlighted.

“Hey, don’t read the whole thing!!” He teased, knowing I was a big fan of the show.

“But it’s so tempting!”

“Do you really want spoilers?”

“Yes. Well, no. But I do. But I don’t.” I battled with myself, ending up laughing alongside my brother, until it turned into coughing.

“You feeling sick again?” Concern was expressed on his face, immediately taking on the older brother role.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head.“No, it’s going away. I’m actually feeling really good.”

“Good.”

“Good enough to maybe come along with you to work? And see my friends again as well as be supportive for my brother?” the pitch of my voice got higher as I spoke, flashing a smile at Marco.

“No, you’re not fully recovered.”

I groaned.“Come on Marco, I miss everyone.”

“No, you miss one person.” he smirked, knowing that this would wind me up; he had overheard me talking (or as he said, ‘obsessing’) about our friend and his co-worker, Alex, as I watched an episode with my friend one night. Ever since then, he assumed I had a crush on him, and I kept on denying it, lying to him and myself. 

I scowled.“Would you stop? Look, I’m feeling so much better than usual, and being stuck inside all the time is surely not good for me. Plus, not seeing anyone could be effecting my mental state, which in turn will effect my health, and-”

“OK! OK, I get it. I’ll think about it.”

“Marco, please just say yes. Everyone has been texting and calling, wondering if you’ve locked me up in here.”

“We’ll see how this reading goes, then I’ll give you my answer.”

Later that night as I was getting ready for bed, I heard my phone vibrate, signalling that I had a message. As I picked up my phone, I felt a goofy smile appear on my face once I saw that Alex had text me.

From Alex: Hey stranger :)

He didn’t leave me much to work with. I always felt nervous around him, even though I considered us good friends, especially after all these years working with Marco. I quickly sent back an answer before I thought about it too much.

To Alex: Hi :) I promise I haven’t been ignoring you, just been ill recently :(

Oh no, was that too many emojis? Was I coming off as weird?

From Alex: Are you any better? I miss seeing you round set

He misses me? HE MISSES ME?!

To Alex: I’m actually coming down tomorrow! I’m so excited to see everyone :)

Marco had to let me go now. I couldn’t let Alex down now, could I?

To Alex: And I miss you too of course.

From Alex: Thank god, I don’t think I could stand another day without seeing you.

That text took me by surprise. It was so forward. Did he really mean it? Or was he just teasing? I pretended that he really meant it, knowing he only saw me as his best friend’s sister. Alex was that perfect guy; handsome, funny, talented yet so down to Earth. If you were scrolling through the explore page on Instagram and came across a picture of him, you would instantly think he was a model, and of course follow him. I had to accept that all that I could do was admire from afar, and be a friend.

Making sure I was up early the next day, I did my makeup for the day, before dressing in the outfit I had picked out last night (after a long two hours of debating). As I ate my breakfast, Marco sluggishly walked into the room, his eyes widening as he saw me.

“Why are you up so early?” he asked.

“Because I’m getting ready to go to set with you. You better hurry up, there’s not much time left.” I answered, munching on my cereal.

“I never said you could come.”

“You also didn’t say I couldn’t come.”

He furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head.“Well, seeing as you’re up and ready, I’ll let you come.”

I smiled at him.“Thanks Marco.”

“Just don’t get in Alex’s way today.”

The smile quickly vanished.“Please don’t tease me in front of him, you know I hate it.”

“I’m your big brother, what else am I supposed to do?”

It was still very early in the morning when we left for set. The sun was only just coming up, I was already tired, and I knew how long this day would be. Nevertheless, being on set was exciting. I loved seeing how things worked behind the scenes, as well as seeing my brother doing what he loved. But there were also nerves, making my stomach feel worse; I hadn’t seen anyone in such a long time after falling ill. I hated that my immune system was weak, it stopped me from socialising, making me feel somewhat lonely at times. Marco was great at looking after me, albeit he sometimes mothered me too much; my weak immune system wouldn’t stop me from living my life.

As I followed Marco to his trailer, I screamed as someone from behind swept me off my feet. Laughing as I was set back down, I turned around to see Alex, both of us grinning as we embraced. He was already in his costume for Ivar, minus the braces on his legs.

“Finally, you’re here! Marco, you need to stop locking up your sister.” Alex said as he threw an arm around my shoulder. 

“You know why she can’t come out all the time, I have no choice.” Marco wasn’t always open to people joking about my illness.

“Marco, just relax. Go get ready, I’ll stay with Alex.”

Marco huffed but smiled at us as he went to his trailer. Alex and I held back a laugh before bursting into giggles as he guided me closer to set. Georgia and Ida (Torvi and Margrethe) were up ahead, making me drag Alex towards them. They heard us approaching, only to hug me tightly as they realised that I was visiting today. Being stuck with your older brother was punishment enough, but not seeing your best girlfriends was torturous. Face timing just wasn’t enough, and even when we did, it wouldn’t last long due to my need for rest.

“I didn’t think you would be coming today of all days.” Georgia said.

“What? Why?” I asked, wondering if something important was happening, and that I shouldn’t really be there.

“Because we’re filming a battle scene, up on the hill. It’s going to be freezing, especially since it just rained last night.”

The cold, rain, snow and any other form of awful weather didn’t agree with me. I could easily get colds and coughs lasting for weeks. Stupidly, I hadn’t checked the weather, only bringing a thin coat for protection, though neither had Marco.

“Don’t say a word to Marco. He’ll have me cooped up in his trailer all day!” I begged.

Ida sighed.“But you’ve only just got better.”

“I’ll be fine.” 

We were distracted by one of the directors calling everybody to set, calling out instructions to his whole team. I stayed behind everyone, not wanting to risk ruining the day already. Just as I followed on, Alex called to me, taking off his big coat that he usually wore when he wasn’t filming.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He wrapped the coat around me.“Overheard you guys talking about how bad the weather will be. Have this, I’ll just take someone else’s.”

I smiled, holding onto the coat that was huge on me.“Alex, you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do, otherwise I won’t see you for another three weeks. Look, I’ve gotta go, but promise you’ll be there for all my scenes.?”

“Promise.”

He cheekily smiled before joining the rest of the crowd, being set to work with my brother. Slipping my arms into the coat, I chuckled to myself, looking silly as the coat swallowed me, making me looker smaller than I actually was. Forgetting all my thoughts about the weather, I followed my friends, happy to just be outside. 

As the day went on, I felt free, free from the confines of my bedroom. Some days I was just pure lazy, who didn’t love staying in bed and binge watching TV? But once you did it for weeks on end, it was like an endless cycle, so being able to go outside and enjoy days like this were wonderful. 

There were hundreds of extras lined up either side of the enormous field on top of the hill, the biggest battle in Vikings was about to commence. I sat amongst the directors, watching the acting from the monitors. Seeing all my friends as other people was amazing, I never got over how different they appeared when acting; however, I wasn’t focusing on them for long, feeling the cold creep up on me. I clung on tightly to the coat, beginning to shiver as the wind picked up. No, I had just got better, please don’t make me sick now. But I stayed on, wanting to battle against this weather like the actors before me. 

I hadn’t anticipated how long the scenes would take, sort of wishing that I had wrapped up even more. Trying to not show it, I remained where I was, putting all my attention back on the acting. Time slowed down extremely as I watched scenes be re-shot over and over again, the camera crew having to set up multiple times and costume and make-up tending to every actor. I was too shy and stubborn to speak up, ask if I could make my way back as to not cause disruption.

“Alright guys, that’s a wrap for today! You’ve all been amazing, thank you.” The director said into the megaphone, receiving cheers and hollers as a reply.

I practically leapt into Marco’s trailer when we arrived back. The heat was welcoming as I flopped into a chair, still holding the coat close to me as I relished the warmth. It would be a while until Marco was back, so I closed my eyes, letting all the tension out of my body.

“Sleeping Beauty!” Alex startled me, laughing as he saw me jump. He was out of his costume, now in a hoodie and sweatpants, though he still had fake dirt and blood on his face, as well as the braids in his hair.

“If I’m Sleeping Beauty then you must be the villain, because you’re still a mess.” I pointed out, pushing him away when he tried to hug me.

“Don’t you like me anymore? Why aren’t you hugging me?” 

I giggled, trying as hard as I could to not get any blood or dirt on me. 

He finally stopped leaning on the counter top in front of me.“What did you think of today?”

“You’re a bunch of amateurs I tell you, amateurs!” I dramatically said, waving my arms around like an angry director.

“Please, I really need this job!” Alex begged, playing along with it.

“I’m kidding, as usual, you were all amazing. I can’t wait for the new season.”

“Aw, I love that you’re my biggest fan.”

“Who said I’m your biggest fan?”

“I-I was just-”

I laughed, making him stop talking and groan as he ran his hands over his face out of embarrassment. 

“You’ve smudged everything even more on your face.” I pointed out, grabbing the makeup wipes.“You start taking it off and I’ll work on your hair.”

He took the wipes from me, sitting down in my seat as I stood behind him, starting to work on the braids woven in his thick, long hair. We kept on talking, catching up and discussing the new season. Once his hair was finally free, I subconsciously ran my fingers from them, earning a gasp from Alex; he reached up to hold my hands, his far more warm than my own. 

“Shit, (Y/N) your hands are freezing! Are you feeling OK?” 

“Oh, yeah. It’s just from standing outside for so long.”

“You should have said something, you could get ill again.”

“I’ll be fine, just don’t...” my words trailed off as Marco entered his trailer, seeing Alex and I holding hands.

“What’s going on here?” Marco asked as he slowly closed the door.

“Nothing-”

“(Y/N)’s just a little cold. She didn’t go inside when she should have.” 

“Marco sighed.“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you today.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ll probably have a small cold or something, that’s all.” I defended myself, annoyed that Alex had told him.

“You always say this, and every time you get worse.”

“Marco, I’m an adult, I did this to myself.”

“Why didn’t you just walk off set-”

“Because I wanted to stay! People get sick all the time, I’m not the only person in the world to come down with a cold. Look, I’m not going to argue anymore, there’s no point. I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Before slamming the door behind me, I grabbed his car keys, storming towards the parking lot, and ignoring the looks from the workers surrounding the place. Although I wanted to say goodbye to my friends, I also didn’t want them asking questions, it would only upset me more. I got in the car, just sitting there as I tried to forget what happened. I hated arguing with anyone, especially my brother, but he was overprotective; and Alex shouldn’t have got involved, even though it was nice to see that he cared. Through the driver’s mirror, I could see Alex approaching the car. He swiftly opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat, his facial expression unreadable. I quickly turned my gaze away as his head lulled to the side.

“(Y/N), please can you look at me?” He asked, sounding sad.

“You shouldn’t have got involved.” I whined, caving in and looking at him. Goddammit, he was just so gorgeous.

“I had to. You’re my friend, and so is Marco, it would be unfair on him if I knew and he didn’t.”

“He doesn’t have to know everything about me. I wish people would stop seeing me as this sick, vulnerable child! Everyone gets ill, I just get it more often than others.”

“I realise that we treat you different because of it. But it’s-”

“Only because you care, I know.”

“(Y/N), please, I’m just trying to say sorry. I hate it when I can’t see you for weeks because you’re ill, and the fact that I can’t help you upset me.”

“Alex,” my voice got quieter, effected by what he said,“I’m touched that you feel that way. But don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“But that’s the thing, I can’t stop. The amount of times I’ve wanted to message you, or personally ask you to go places with me is uncountable; but each time I grow the balls to ask you out, I find out that you’re unwell, and I’d feel like an ass hole if I made you feel like you had to come out instead of resting.”

My heart was beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears, and I could feel myself blushing furiously,“Y-you should have just asked anyway. If I hadn’t been stubborn enough to go out, we could have planned something.”

“Really? I didn’t think you would say yes.”

“I didn’t think you would ask.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds, slowing breaking into smiles. It was a cute, almost romantic moment, until my brother interrupted by knocking on the window harshly. I rolled my eyes, locking the doors before turning back to Alex, drowning out Marco’s complaining from outside.

“What about this weekend?” I implied.

“What?”

“Let’s go somewhere, anywhere. I just need to get out of that apartment.”

He grinned, nodding slightly.“I’ll make a plan then.”

“Better not tell Marco, he really won’t let me go if I’m going on a date with his best friend.”

“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it, because I’m making up for lost time.”

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[danyween]

“We're expecting a little baby princess”

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[imaginesmai]

Hvitserk-His lady

I’M BACK. Lately, I was feeling ‘motivated’ about Vikings, and I wrote this; which I’m really proud of! I hope you like it ❤ This doesn’t mean I’m going to start writting about Vikings, but maybe I’ll in a while.

Btw, this something new I wanted to try! There is no dialogue, is something short but full of meaning. 

Plot: You’re his lady, he’s your prince.

Everyone called Margarethe ‘a great beauty’, and Hvitserk didn’t disagree. She carried herself with poise, her long blonde hair always neatly braided, never a strand out of place. Her milky white skin shone in the moonlight, and it glazed in the sun. Her light blue eyes could be as light as a feather, or as strong as steel. Margarethe was the definition of beauty, for sure.

But was she the most beautiful woman in the world? To many, as his brothers, the answer was yes. To Hvitserk Ragnarson, the answer was no.

The first time Hvitserk had laid his eyes on you was years ago. You were a small, thin child who was playing in the main square, hair unevenly short and matted. While your sister wore a beautiful and expensive dress, you wore camouflage coloured clothing that were intended to make you look like a boy. Face and body covered in dirt, you looked the very opposite of Margarethe. You looked the same as every young child in Kattegat that wasn’t ‘royalty’. Dirty, tired, hungry. Haunted.

But something was different about you, even if you ended up being a thrall just like your sister, and Hvitserk noticed. You practiced with a sword and spoke your mind. Not only did you know how to hold it, you knew how to wield it as well. People said that you were as wild as a wolf, nothing like a woman, and had as much elegance in you as a pig. The young prince saw the bright smile in the dirty face.

Every day, Hvitserk ran to the stables behind his mother’s back, while she was too occupied with Ivar. He had started calling you ‘Lady’ because he had heard it once from his uncle, and frankly he enjoyed the blush on your cheeks. The first time he did, you shoved him into the snow. The second time he called you that was when you were sparing; you got angry and began to quicken your speed, until Hvitserk had tears in his eyes.

Ever day with you felt like an escape for him, and while his brothers fought over Margarethe, he had you. It was an escape from the realism of being forgotten by his father, or from his mother’s death. When he spent time with you, he would focus on your smile, laugh, the stories you told or how you fought. He didn’t spend his time thinking about how his life was spiralling in a hole of disaster.

Then, he left. Hvitserk left with his brothers, and only one of them came back. He thought about you in the cold nights of England, in every battle. He saw in the battlefield in his brother’s side, and for the first time he knew he had done something wrong. He fought, he won, and he got to see as you turned your back at him and followed the other’s battle prisoners.

Hvitserk remembered the first time he saw you smile since he returned to Kattegat with his brother. He had been sparing with a friend, preparing for a war against his brother, while you just sat down and watched them. You didn’t speak, or move; you were still as a statue, and he wondered if you were mad at him for the fight against Ubbe. Your eyes followed his every move. When he was done, he had approached you and asked you about how had he done it; a deep meaning behind a simple question.

“You’re doing good, Hvitty”

Those words meant everything to him, and by the way you kissed his cheek before leaving he knew you were aware of his need of hearing them.

The first time he heard you laugh after the fight, was when he tried to spin as he was sparring with you and he tripped on his own feet, falling face first into the snow. He never imagined your laugh to sound so, cheerful. It was a loud infectious sound that couldn’t be contained. Your laugh had a mouth on its own. Hvitserk wasted no time in pulling you to the ground with him, and copy your laugh.

Days and weeks went by, and the two of you went back to being what you were before the war. Hvitserk would sit in the great hall and eat his meals with you, talking about his brother’s behaviour. You would sit with your feet on the table when you finished eating, much to the thrall’s head annoyment. Many people would cast you weird glances, and talk behind your back, but none of them did it in front of the prince; and he was not ready to leave your side.

It was about three weeks after he returned to Kattegat when he realised that his feelings for you were not on a ‘friendship’ level. He tried to suppress those feelings by joking around and go back to calling you ‘Lady’. Although, that time, it was his lady, and Ivar joked about being a shitty story about a prince and a princess. Hvitserk didn’t bother to correct him.

But no matter how hard he tried, those feelings wouldn’t go away. They would grow, and he wasn’t sure what to do.

When Ivar told him to leave Kattegat, Hvitserk got this crushing feeling on his chest, and he told you about it.

“I don’t want to leave” he told you. “I don’t want to leave you”

You cupped his face, and smiled at him kindly. You laughed vividly, and he smiled happy. He didn’t tell you how Ivar had threatened to kill you if he didn’t left, but he didn’t need to; you didn’t rush him to stay, but told him to do whatever he felt like the gods wanted.

You kissed his cheek, he kissed your lips. Being his lady had sense for a whole night, in which you two laid together tangled in a mass of sheets, sweat and love. Hvitserk called you ‘his lady’ while thrusting into you one last time, and held you close as the sun rose up.

The next morning, Hvitserk left, as happy as he had ever felt. He kissed you once more, and let the moment last a while longer. He had just kissed you a few times, but felt like he could be doing that for the rest of his life. The horse disappeared in the horizon, and he called for you once more.

“I love you, my lady! Wait for me!”

You smiled, he laughed.

You went back to Hvitserk’s house, curled up in the sheets you had laid the previous night, and cried. Hvitserk rode until dawn, you always present in his mind.

The next morning, Hvitserk made a deal with the king, and took some jewels from the place to give them to you; maybe as a proposal of marriage. You walked with Ivar in the great hall, and were burned while he chuckled.

You cried your prince’s name, he chanted his lady’s name.

He lived, you died.

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[happydaysandersen]

Imagine going on holiday, your husband Marco and son sharing a jet ski as you rode infront. Rolling your eyes over how of course your husband wouldn’t let your son sit in the front and at the very least ‘pretend’ to drive the ski.

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[ivarandersen]

Where are my Marco Ilsø trash bunnies at??

“Oh, lille kanin, you shouldn’t play like this in public,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re in for one hell of a treat.”

His hand crept further up my thigh and squeezed.

With my chin tilted down, trying not to hint to any of our friends as to what was going on with the two of us, I nipped at my bottom lip before looking up at him through my lashes. The corners of my lips curled up at the sight of his darkened eyes.

“Løfte?” I hushed back.

I watched as his eyes went black and felt his grip tighten. I had to hold in the moan due to the pleasant pain.

I’m in big trouble, I thought to myself. My plan is going perfectly.

Just a lil somethin somethin to hold you in while I work this into an actual storyline😆

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