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The God and The Seer~

Ivar the Boneless & Hecate

STORY MASTER-LIST

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: The White Witch

Warnings: gore, mentions of death (opposing sides)

Word Count: Above 1k

As you slept, you had vivid dreams. Too many to count. But you remember the key points of each one; there will be an ambush on both sides, and King Harald will perish. Ivar will, as well as King Harald, perish if you do not intervene in time of the ambush. When you wake, Ivar is staring at you from the far corner of the tent. The look on his face is alarming.

“Ivar?” You say as you rub your eyes to make them clear.

Ivar “what have you done?” He asks very stern and direct.

“What are you talking about, I only now woke?”

Ivar “My love, go look at yourself.” You do as he commanded, rushing your way to the waterbed close to the tent to get your reflection. And when you look down, your hair is the purest of white. ‘What has happened to me?’ You think to yourself. Your hair has been raven black since birth. What does this mean? You look down at the rest of you and nothing else has seemed to change. You walk your way back to him, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“It must be from all of the power I spent yesterday..” you said.

Ivar “do you feel any different?” He asks as he takes my cold hands in his own.

“No-no! I feel fine. Considering.”

Ivar “I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen.” He mumbles.

“Allowed what to happen Ivar?”

Ivar “For you to use that much power on me. It drained you of all of your color Hecate. Not even rosie cheeks are what is left of you.”

“I guess I look even more of my calling now don’t I?”

Ivar snickers, “the white witch. It has a good ring to it, my sweetheart.” The nickname always seems to sooth you. And that is why he says it as much as he does.

“How long have you been awake?” You ask, trying to change the subject matter.

Ivar “only a few moments. As soon as I woke, I noticed your hair and I panicked. I thought that you were dead. You were just lying there. So peaceful yet so pale. I didn’t know what to do.” His voice trembled.

“What were you hoping for the outcome to be?”

Ivar “what kind of question is that?” He asks.

“Did you want me to be dead?” You ask abruptly, desperately wanting to know his thoughts. Then they start plummeting into your head; ‘what is wrong with her? Why is she asking me such a thing? Do I want her dead? How do I answer her?’ “Answer me truthfully Ivar.” You interrupt his thoughts, catching him off guard. “Do you fear me, my love? After everything I did for you yesterday, you still fear me..?”

Ivar “I know that you fear me Hecate. Trust is strong word and so is fear. No. Hecate, I do not fear you.”

You smirk, “But you do not trust me.” He does not answer. In the beginning of yours and Ivar’s marriage, it was simply two damaged people trying to heal each other. That was your love language; trying to repair what other people have broken in the past, with love and affection. Now, even after healing his bones and giving him the ability to walk freely, he has seemed to have lost trust in you. Without trust, there is only fear.

Ivar “I do trust you Hecate. But if you were me, you would too be cautious. I am a King-“

“And I am your Queen. Have you forgotten that? I am your wife Ivar. My whitened hair changes none of that!” You raise your voice then, losing your calmness slightly.

Ivar “I know that it doesn’t. Do not do this again.”

“Do what, question your love? Question your respect and trust in me?”

Ivar “I loved you then, and I love you now. What you did for me, I never imagined-even in my wildest dreams-that I would feel normal a day in my life.” He says smoothly, “I never and will never lose my love for you Hecate. You are the most powerful human being that my kingdom and I have ever seen before. Even though you are my wife, that caution will never end.” With him explaining that to you, you do not know what to think or how to even respond to him. You know that his words are sincere and not at all thought up, so you know that he is being truthful with the way he feels about you.

“I understand.” You leave it at that. You kiss his cheek and head towards the entrance of the tent. He places his face in the palm of his hands and let’s out a loud sigh.

Ivar “Hecate!”

“I am just going to feed our horses. I’ll be back soon.” You say politely, before fully leaving the tent. He watches you leave, knowing that he might have hurt your feelings. But that was from his heart and that is what you needed to know. There is no hiding that everyone-besides Hvitserk-is afraid of you. You have to find a way to live with that fact, and it may take some time to fully swallow that pill. But for now, you have this new identity and your people are starting to wake.

You make your presence known as you do every morning; holding a meeting with everyone to see what everyone needs, what has been done and what has not, etc. Everyone’s eyes were glued to you. You could hear a leaf crunch a yard away, it was so quiet. So you decided to address the elephant in the room.

“As you can all see, my hair has lost its color this morning.” When Hvitserk notices you for the first time, his jaw dropped. “I am very well, do not worry. Your King and I have come up with a very simple conclusion as to why this has happened.” As you explained to them the excuse that you came up with, everyone’s facial expressions relaxed more and more as you spoke. That is the reaction that you wanted to see. “Now, let’s talk about the plans of today.”

After explaining to the men and shield maidens that we were to engage further today, some were convinced that it was too soon to do so. You, being their queen, shared the same thoughts. But Ivar being the king that he is, was adamant.

Ivar “they will not be expecting it. We have nothing to worry about!” He assured.

Kind Harald “and how do you know that they haven’t had men scope out our camp during the night, hmm?” Ivar said nothing to that question. So you answered for him.

“I have had dreams of this raid late last night. And King Harald, you will not make it.” He snickers to that, “And you, my love, will not either.” Ivar looks at you and Hvitserk locks eyes with his brother.

Ivar “What did you see?”

“They knew that we were close, they were hiding in tree line. You were out in the open Ivar. No shield, no cover. You are the first to be killed.” His mind began to race. You can see it in his eyes. “Every bad outcome can be avoided, of course.” He looks hopeful, “in my dreams, I was not present-for some reason-“

Harald “Then how did you see us die then?”

“In my dreams, I come in the form of a raven.” And there it was. The raven. Ivar then made the connections. The night prior, he saw a raven while he was speaking with the Seer. You were spying on him. Will he like that? You are soon to find that out. “I hover above everyone I know and see what is about to unfold in the near future.”

Hvitserk “She has told me about her dreams in the past. All of which have come true. Do not question her integrity, King Harald.” He warns him and King Harald nods, then goes back to looking at the battle guide.

“Ivar, you must let me come with you. I can stop them before they even come close to us.” You say with glossy eyes. You are so desperate to keep your husband alive at this point.

Ivar “I will think about it, my sweet. Until then, you and I must excuse ourselves.” He takes your hand and leads you away from the group. Hvitserk walking close behind, but not close to where Ivar would get angered by his actions.

“What is it? Did I say something wrong?” Now adays, you just want to please Ivar. Do and say what he commands to lessen his angered behavior.

Ivar “you said something that made me remember something that I saw last night.” You nod, “You said that you can form into a raven in your dreams, correct?”

“Yes.”

Ivar “Can you do this outside of your dream state?”

“What does this have to do with-“

Ivar “Answer the question.” You hesitate, “I saw a raven by my camp fire late last night. No one knew where I was, what I was doing..but that raven was there the entire time.” Your eyes spoke for you, “you saw him didn’t you?”

“I see him all the time Ivar, he is my father-“

Ivar “But I killed him, how is that possible?! How did I speak with him?!”

“Just because no one else can, doesn’t mean that you and I can’t. You and I are not like the rest, my love. When the gods need to tell us something, they show themselves. Whether they send my father, send us a message through animals, the wind-the trees…we see it. We hear it. Don’t we?” He slowly nods as he remembers some moments throughout his life that proves you right. “Ivar, he warned you. Didn’t he?”

Ivar “Like father, like daughter.”

“He did. Of course he did. All of us- all of us are trying to save your life! Why are you not listening? Why are you not excepting my help?!”

Ivar “Because I do not deserve saving!” Finally, a truth that he has been hiding, comes out. You felt your heart break in your rib cage. All you wanted to do was cry. Plead to Ivar that if anyone, he is the one worth saving.

“Ivar-“

Ivar “No, Hecate. I’m not. I am a monster! I have killed so many people, including my brother, my wife, a child!” His eyes became dark blue, “all because I want to make my father proud. My mother proud. Be a good king. Lead my people to great things! But I do it in the wrong ways-all I cause is chaos!” Hvitserk can hear his brother’s voice raise and prepares himself to intervene, but his pauses. Ivar grabs your face, “knowing you is the greatest privilege of my life. You gave me my heart, my legs, and my strength back. I am truly sorry for the hurt I have caused you. That is why I don’t want you to save me, Hecate. Because you have already saved me. It is my turn to save you.” He leans in and kisses you firmly. Not letting you go. Not even for a breath. He didn’t need to breathe, he just needed you. After Hvitserk saw this, he knew that you were safe and headed back to his tent with a small smile on his face. He knows that the love his brother has for you runs deeper than any love that he has ever seen before. Deeper than the love he saw from his father for his own mother. With that being said, he loved his brother once too. And he is the one that killed him all those years ago. So he stays close. Observes.

“Ivar.” He pulls away, breathless. “You have already saved me. Even though you did not intend to save me the day you took me from my home, you did. There was nothing there for me. No one. Silence and coldness. All I felt there was darkness and sadness. Here, with you, i am home.” He smiles, “I know that you are the strongest king alive, my love. But even the strongest man will die without help.” He knows it and he knows it well. Before him, his father was the strongest. The most feared. And he was killed and he was alone. No one could save him from the vipers. And no one cared to save him. “I cannot live my life without you Ivar. So let me fight alongside you.” He never breaks eye contact with you. Your eyes get lost in his deep sea, and you let yourself sink in that sea. The waves engulf you and you can feel yourself floating. But his hands and arms keep you steady. “Please.” You whisper to him.

Ivar “Okay my love. Okay.” He kisses you once again, “So what do we need to do to win this battle?” You regain your smile again. The sparkle in your eye returned. Knowing that you can save him, made you want to win this battle for yourself. To prove to everyone that you are the strongest woman alive, alongside the strongest man alive. The two strongest and most feared king and queen to ever live. That is what you want now. And that is what will happen, with you now in charge of this siege.

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The plan was going perfectly. Your men are staying close to Ivar’s every move. You stay with Hvitserk and his few men to come in after we have been seen by the Englishmen.

Hvitserk “You say when to go Hecate.” You look up at him from the ground. You look up at the sky and you see your crow flying close. You close your eyes and connect your mind and eyesight to the raven. You now have full control over the animal, and you fly towards your husband and his warriors. You land on his shoulder, to ensure him that you are there and you are watching. After he smirks at you, you fly above the tree line, and there they all are. However, there is now a deer. This was not in your dream. One of the men walk towards the deer, without the command of the King. You cry out in interference but you are just a raven. Only Hvitserk can hear your true cries. As the man prepares to shoot the animal, the Englishmen army forces their way out from the trees and begin to charge towards Ivar.

Ivar “It’s a trap-Fall back!” A few men are killed instantly because they had no time to shield themselves against the arrows. You snap back into yourself and look up at Hvitserk in fear.

Hvitserk “Now?!” Before you can nod, he forces you up on his horse and he leads his few warriors to Ivar. Unfortunately, you are not close.

You can hear Ivar’s thoughts; “where are they? Where did they come from? Is this where I die?” You hope to speak to him through your thoughts but you do not know if it will work. “Ivar, we are coming! Stay close to your men, we are coming!” He hears you. He can feel you! He looks around for you and then he hears the him.

Hvitserk “Ivar!” He looks behind the trees and sees his brother and his wife on horseback, drawing swords. His heart jumps to his throat at the sight of you getting off of that horse to fight.

As soon as you saw Ivar, you leap off of Hvitserk’s horse and you ignite the first man that got too close to Ivar for your liking. Ivar saw the man burn right in front of his eyes. The next man, his neck was snapped. The next, all of his bones was crushed in his body. Killing him slowly. Ivar searches for you and once he finds you, he sees a man coming straight towards you. He shouts and you hear him. You turn around just in time for him to tackle you to the ground. The man is on top of you, but not for long. You use all of the earths force to push him off of you, and he flies backwards. Landing into the tree behind him, crushing his skull and breaking his spine. Ivar breathed out in relief. Then, he sees his brother getting drug off of his horse. Falling to the ground, Hvitserk takes control of the man, grabs his axe and bludgeons him to death, screaming in excitement. He has missed this. He has missed the adrenaline that comes from battles. As the leader takes notice of Hvitserk and you, he calls off the attack.

“Retreat! Retreat-Fall back!” One by one, return to the tree line. But not before you and Hvitserk can kill a few more close by. Him, using his weapons. And you, using all of the power you have left. Fire, wind, and gravity. As you kill the last one, you search to find Ivar. And he is staring at you from a distance. Hvitserk grabs you, making sure you were not wounded.

“I’m fine.” You say, out of breath. Exhausted.

Hvitserk “the great shield maiden.” Was all he said.

“Thank you, my friend.” He nods, then kills another man lingering back by throwing an axe threw his chest, growling in enjoyment at the sight. Laughing, he looks at his brother.

Hvitserk “Your still alive huh?!”

Ivar “As you can see! What took you so long?!” Hvitserk laughs and pats him on the shoulder.

Out of breath, fear still surging through him, he sees you limping towards him. You are so weak. Feeling the weight of the world upon your soul. You feel connected to the earth and the Gods in this very moment. King Harald looks at you and he saw what you were capable of, walked in front of you, and kneeled down before you.

Harald “Forgive me for my misjudgment, my queen.”

“You are forgiven.” He rises.

Harald “You saved us.”

“I told you that I would.” He nods and leaves you and Ivar to yourselves. The rest of the men thank you and Hvitserk for coming to the raid, then leave alongside King Harald. “You are alive.” You let out a breath of relief. Seeing him standing there. No wounds, no blood on him..just Ivar.

Ivar “As are you.”

“Why did he go for the deer-?”

Ivar “It is not worth it,” he said as he puts his hands up in defense, “he was killed.” You cannot help but chuckle. “Saved us the trouble of doing it ourselves.”

“You are not wrong.” You wrap your burned hands around his neck, “one group of soldiers down.” He takes your hands off of his soldiers to examine the damage. He sighs and the pain of seeing this happen to you is hard to witness. “I’m fine Ivar. You know this is the price.”

Ivar “I know, I know it well. I saw you crush his bones- are you?”

“No, I’m okay. The reason why it was different for us is because I gave you my body, I just killed him..” he chuckles.

Ivar “My Queen..” he smiles, “I’m so proud of the warrior you are becoming. Let’s go feast.” He kisses you passionately before he lets you lean on his for support, to walk back to his horse. He helps you on first, then his first hand helps him mount. Heading back to the camp was a wonderful moment to say the least. Realizing that the remaining men-which was not many-will tell King Alfred what transpired here today, and he will fear you. The Witch of Kattegat. And soon to be, The Witch of Wessex. You are to be feared, if not more than Ivar the Boneless.

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literaryuppsala · 1 year

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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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