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axelflare9700 · 11 months

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Mothers loyal Knight

#vikings #bjron lothbrok #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #lagertha lothbrok #lagertha #shieldmaiden lagertha #bjorn x Lagertha

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flare-queen · 1 year

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Lagertha Lothbrok, Mafia Queen AU.

#lagertha shieldmaiden #vikings lagertha #vikings #vikings tv #mafia au #lagertha mafia queen #mafia queen au #vikings mafia au #vikings mafia #asthetic #mafia asthetic #blonde #katheryn winnick #Katherine winnick #lagertha vikings #queen lagertha #slay queen

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faeymouse · 4 months

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Lagertha 'Power Moves Only' Lothbrok continuously being one of the best characters in Vikings is so great. Would topple mountains and drink oceans dry and extinguish the Sun for her.

#babbles #vikings #lagertha #i could really go on for a long ahh time but to summarize #i really love the way masculinity and femininity intersect with her (and Ragnar too but that's a different post)#like here she is a badass shieldmaiden easily able to hold her own against anyone. yet the show isn't afraid to make her feminine and #gentle and a great mom and a great woman to other women #like she's quickly shaping up to be not just one of my faves in this show but one of my faves ever

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thoridsgewandung · 1 year

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Thank you for the beautiful picture @moonarella ❤️‍🔥⚔️ #thoridsgewandschneiderei #vikingshooting #shieldmaiden #vikingwoman #shieldmaidensworld #strongwoman #vikingwarrior #lagertha #torvi #vikingsvalhalla #historyvikings #vikings #heathenwoman #vikingsofinstagram #vikinglife #valkyrie #valkyr #vikingclothing #vikingstyle #medievaltimes #cosplaygirl #cosplay #norse #mjolnir #thorshammer #norsegods #norsewoman #blonde #runicfella #midgardvikings (hier: Midgård) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIhy9AL6C-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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all-is-fair-in-love-and-war · 2 years

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Vikings group RP

Hello!

I recently created a group RP on Discord for Vikings!

The roleplay starts off in the second half of season 4 when the Sons of Ragnar are grown, but Ragnar has yet to return to Kattegat.

We will be following canon as guidelines and a place to build off of.

Canons are open and OCs are welcome!

Please be 18 or over.

DM me for more details and the link if interested!

#vikings #vikings rp #vikings group rp #discord #discord rp #vikings discord #bjorn ironside #bjorn ironside rp #ragnar #ragnar lothbrok #lagertha #shieldmaiden #lagertha rp #floki #aslaug #Ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #hvitserk

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bossirebels · 2 years

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#viking #norse #vikings #vikingstyle #valhalla #odin #vikinglife #ragnar #norsemythology #vikingsofinstagram #heathen #shieldmaiden #asatru #runes #vikingtattoo #pagan #lagertha #norsepagan #historyvikings #vikingbeard #vikingwarrior #ragnarlothbrok #norsegods #vikingwoman #bjornironside #nordic #vikingart #vikinglove #vikingreenactment #ivartheboneless (at Dublin, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-atD3IoaB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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pablo-orther · 1 year

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deahariasa · 1 year

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Earrings are available here

They are plated with real gold. Ear hooks are made out of stainless steel.

#vikingwoman #vikings #shieldmaiden #lagertha #pagan witch #witch #paganart #modern paganism #norse paganism #paganism #viking #norse pagan #viking hair #norse heathen #heathens #valkyrie

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cdgorri · 2 years

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Basically. Yeah. #goals #lagertha #vikings #shieldmaidens #kettegat https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci6GTYULoS8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#goals #lagertha #vikings #shieldmaidens #kettegat

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 19 days

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What Would They Name Their Children? (Headcanons)

2012!Turtles

A/N: Fun fact, my great grandmother was named after Olga of Kyiv. And another fun fact, my grandparents met each other at Niels Bohr institut in Copenhagen.

Warnings: None💚

Leonardo:

Leo would want to honor his Japanese heritage, in the memory of his father. With a great knowledge of not just Japanese culture and language, but mythology and history, Leo would have more than just a few name ideas for his future children. His future partner may very well have to keep him in check, helping him sort through the all.

For Boys:

Kenji, meaning either “strong and vigorous” or “intelligent second son” in Japanese.

Asahi, meaning “morning sun”, “rising sun” or “sunrise” in Japanese.

Kangiten, the Japanese god of bliss.

For Girls:

Haru, meaning “springtime” in Japanese.

Sanyu, meaning “happiness” in Japanese.

Amaterasu, the name of the Shinto goddess of the sun.

Raphael:

Raph likes strong names. Names that make people think of strong warriors and brave leaders. For that to happen, it needs to be names that most people would know, and be able to recognize with at least a little ease. It won’t work if Raph chose a name no one had heard of before.

For Boys:

Thor, after the Norse god of thunder.

Zeus, after the Greek god of lightning and king of the gods.

Anu, also known as the Sky Father and the King of Gods in ancient Mesopotamia.

For Girls:

Boudicca, after the queen of the Iceni tribe, who led the rebellion against the Roman forces that invaded Britain.

Olga, after Olga of Kyiv, who avenged the murder of her husband at the hands of the Drevlians, while protecting her son.

Lagertha, after the Norse shieldmaiden from Norway.

Donatello:

It would be no surprise to anyone, that Donnie would name his children after some of the great minds that he found himself looking up to. Just like Leo, Donnie would have so many names lined up and ready to go, that his future partner would have to help him sort them all through, before setting on the ones that they would find fitting.

For Boys:

Charles, after Charles Darwin.

Deodatta, after Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate.

Niels, after Niels Bohr.

For Girls:

Rosalind, after Rosalind Franklin.

Barbara, after Barbara McClintock.

Emilie, after Emilie du Chatelet.

Michelangelo:

The names Mikey has lined up for his future children, changes quite a bit in reasoning. Some of them mean something to him, in the sense that he finds the meaning of the name very important. Others are important to him, due to pop culture or, well, food. A simple man with simple thoughts I guess.

For Boys:

Keanu, because of Keanu Reeves of course. Duh.

Ace, from Latin, meaning “one”, “someone who excels” or someone of a high rank.

Bodhi, a Sanskrit name meaning “enlightenment” or “awakening”.

For Girls:

Cherry, which both could be referring to a meaning of “dear one”, but also the fruit.

Clementine, meaning everything from “merciful”, “gentle” and “mild” to the small citrus fruit.

Éowyn, because of Lord Of The Rings, of course.

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axelflare9700 · 11 months

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Mafia Vampire Queen AU - Lagertha

#vikings #lagertha #lagertha lothbrok #shieldmaiden lagertha #mafia au

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flare-queen · 1 year

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Ivar & Lagertha, Modern. Lagertha with her dark moody trouble-making boy toy. You could say hes addicted to her he gets angry because he can see she just thinks of him as her step-son, a game.

Lagertha can't get enough of her troubled guy yet he pushes her buttons when he tries to sabotage her business, she's lonely and he fills her bed. She's had to have her men countless of times restrain him in her warehouse to get information, usually he's done something or he covers for his brother Hvitserk who is a shrooms junky.

#lagertha #lagertha lothbrok #vikings #moodboard #aesthetic #modern #modern au #mafia au #mafia #lagertha shieldmaiden #mafia queen #vikings moodboard #vikings aesthetic #ivar x lagertha #ivar and lagertha #lagertha and ivar

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ritual-unions · 7 months

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I always imagined Ubbe having the biggest breeding kink ever, so I’m asking for that kind of image! Love your fics, I’m happy that people are writing for this beautiful fandom!

To help with the Sunday Scaries (of course I cannot keep any thing under 500 words, especially when it comes to these two):

It had been two moons since Avaritia had blessed them with a baby girl, and with each day that passed Ubbe showered his wife with gifts. Furs piling high on the bed, chests full of gold and treasures from his father’s first raiding plunder, a cottage out in the country, away from the stuffy halls of the King’s Villa, a place she could truly call her own.

Had he the mind to he would have worshiped the ground she walked on for giving him his first child. Avaritia seemed to sense this, hiding a haughty smirk in the corner of her mouth any time Ubbe cooed at the babe, or held her for his older brother to admire, or spoke words of praise about her to the shieldmaidens and warriors who asked after her health.

Since giving birth to their child Avaritia has been different. In a way he cannot quite put his finger on and so he lets it pass unspoken.

“I have to meet with the king,” he says that morning, slipping the crucifix over his head. He grimaces at the weight of the chain resting against his neck and at the endless favors Alfred requires of him. “Tell Lagertha we will not make dinner.”

“Tell her yourself,” Avaritia scoffs at the command. “I am not one of your thralls,” she sneers at the use of his mother tongue.

Ubbe chuckles quietly to himself, raising a brow in her direction.

She does not meet his eye, instead consumed with the bolts of cloth on the table before her, imagining the different dresses she will have made for herself. The same bolts had he bought for her.

His mouth twitches, with a half shake of his head he rids himself of his crueler instincts.

He steps towards her, wrapping his arm across her belly, leaning in her backside, pressing his lips against the exposed skin of her neck. She has not yet dressed for the day, still styled in her nightgown, that slips off of her shoulders.

“I like it better when you are with my child,” he says, not able to keep the amusement away from his mouth when she struggles against his grip trying to spin around so that she might glare daggers at him.

The part of him that is still víkingr, even after all his time spent among the Christians, thrills at her struggle. He had tried to do better by his father, be a different kind of man, make peace among his enemies but there is still a piece of him, residing deep in the depths of his belly that lurches forward upon seeing others terrified at the sight of him. Witnessing the contemplation cross their features: run or fight.

Avaritia holds her fighting instincts close to her, tight in her chest and in her heart. It does not bare its teeth or roar unceremoniously at him like he has seen in the Norse women of his past. It is only after the birth of their child that he starts to see that Saxon-bred beast lash out for him.

And it excites him, a reminder of his heritage, of his forefathers who razored the lands they came across. Merciless against those who stood before them.

“You were kinder,” he says, grinning at the thought of her swollen with his child. She had followed at his heels like a puppy, seeking his approval any chance she got, desperate to keep his attention.

His lips move against the hollow of her ear once she has settled down, hands braced against the table before her, holding herself steady against his rolling hips.

He nudges her jaw towards him so that he might catch her eye. See that fire one more time.

Exasperated she rolls her eyes before finally meeting his gaze. He laughs, his mouth a beat away from hers.

He does not kiss her like she expects, instead he moves along her jaw and down her neck, his breath hot on her cool skin. He would not kiss her, not yet, not when she was acting like this.

The anticipation causes her breath to catch in her throat, distracting her from his wandering hands. Her silk nightgown catches on the rough pads of his fingers as he pushes it aside, seeking her warm entrance.

“And scared-” she gasps as his thumb brushes across her clit - “worried I might leave you.”

He grins at the memory and at her melting into his touch.

He lets her move now. She turns around to face him, tripping over her feet, as his thumb moves in slow steady circles around her clit. She clutches at his shirt and around his neck, steading herself against him. Her forehead presses against his chest as he pushes a single finger inside her.

The blood that has been so vehemently pumping through his abdomen rushes to his head at the sight of her falling apart before him. He breathes out the heat of it through his nose, rustling the dark hairs atop her head. Her walls squeeze around his fingers, pulling him in, begging for more.

Yes?” He asks, pushing her back against the table. He tugs her nightgown up around her belly and down past her breast, wanting to see every part of her as he fills her up. He unlaces his pants with his free hand, lining himself up with her entrance.

He grunts, pushing into her with a slow roll of his hips, fingers gripping onto her sides, as he tries not to growl as she swallows him whole. He drives himself a little deeper, pressing against her cervix, causing her to gasp.

“Hm?” He demands again, quietly, wanting to hear how frightened she was at the idea of losing him while pregnant with his child.

“Yes,” she agrees with a hasty nod of her head, dark curls bouncing around her shoulders. “I need you, Ubbe.” She holds her peace for a moment, biting her lip, trying not to meet his gaze.

Finally she begs, “please.”

A grin ticks the corner of his mouth as he finds his pace. He becomes soaked in her juices, the sound of their bodies melting together fills the room.

“Full with the child of a heathen.” He can not help but mock her at the idea, how it terrifies more women than he had ever imagined. “My child.”

“Should just keep you full with my seed always,” he groans under his breath as she clenches around him at the announcement.

He reaches out for her neck, thumb caressing the base, before traveling out to her shoulder, keeping her place. Keeping her from running away.

“Maybe,” he grunts, flicking his hips into her. “Your attitude will adjust after this one,” he says, holding himself flush against her as he shoots his seed inside of her.

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Thanks for requesting! I had too much fun with this one.

Avaritia is my Saxon OC from Green Ivy if you're interested in more of their dynamic.

#vikings fanfiction #vikings smut #ubbe fanfiction #Ubbe smut #Ubbe x ofc #Ubbe x oc #Ubbe x Avaritia

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disasterofastory · 2 years

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The Wanderer (Ivar x Reader)

The Wanderer Ivar x Reader Warnings: nudity, Ivar is a stalker but we already know that

A/N: Dear Anon, I hope it’s close to what you wanted (I don’t remember Daenery’s entrance). Enjoy!

It's already late when you arrive at Kattegat. The stars glint in the dark sky among the black clouds. The heavy scent of the rain lingers in the air, mixing with the salty ocean. A goat cries out in the distance, making a few dogs bark in answer. Being on the road for long weeks can be rather lonely, so you really enjoy these small things. It reminds you of your own hometown. The view of the buildings is familiar and strange at the same time. The village has grown since the last time you have been there.

The loud noises of the feast and the burning torches help you on your way to the Great Hall. You slip inside the robust building without anyone paying attention to your cloak-covered figure. The heat of the fire slaps you across the face, warming you up in mere seconds. Your nostrils fill with the smell of ale and freshly made meals as you look over the hall through your lashes. Your gaze lands on the long table with Lagertha in the middle. The woman is still beautiful with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

You can still remember her deadly gaze on the battlefield. Blood splattered across her face. The heavy sword rose in her hand.

Making your way to the main table, you halt in front of the famous shieldmaiden. You watch her expression change as she tries to see through the shadow hiding your face. The soft lines of her face harden, and a scowl appears between her brows.

The Great Hall gets quiet behind you. A few of Lagertha's women reach down to their swords. Their eyes burn you.

A smirk pulls on your lips. "What do I have to do to get some ale here?"

You push the hood of your cloak back, letting the fabric fall from your head.

Lagertha's mood changes immediately. A smile spreads across her lips as she looks over your form.

"Y/N," she gasps, standing up from her seat. "I didn't know you would visit."

"I got thirsty."

Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N. The shieldmaiden. The Wanderer. The fearless woman who belongs to the dirt roads and stormy waves. Your name is well-known among the Vikings. Ivar heard stories about your battles even though you are barely a few years older than him. The warriors who were lucky enough to see you fighting say you are like a goddess among men. You are graceful and deadly. There is gossip about you taking the dead to Valhalla.

Ivar watches you sitting beside Lagertha. Ale sloshes on your hand as you grab the cup with too much enthusiasm. You laugh at your clumsiness, not caring about the liquid dripping down on the wooden table. Your eyes shine with warmth and a bit of ale as you look over the hall, smiling and nodding at the familiar faces.

"Who is she?" Hvitserk asks, looking your way too. Ivar doesn't react but listens closely to what Ubbe has to say about you.

"She is Y/N," Their older brother replies, and while Hvitserk stays in the dark, Ivar immediately knows who you are.

"I didn't hear about her," Hvitserk replies, and Ivar can't help but grunt in answer before Ubbe can open his mouth.

"Because you are an idiot."

Ubbe, instead of stopping their fighting, just smirks. His bright eyes are on his youngest brother, who still stares at you. There is an awe in his icy blue gaze, under the constant anger and defiance.

That's a no.

Ivar watches you drinking and laughing. He can hear your voice as you greet Bjorn with a mocking comment about his womanizer lifestyle. Their half-brother looks you up and down without shame, making Ivar's blood boil in his veins.

"Maybe you should introduce yourself," Ubbe says.

The brunette's frown deepens as he turns his attention to his brother.

You stay in Kattegat for a few more days, enjoying the delicious meals and the warm bed. Sometimes you even forget how comfortable it is to sleep in clean sheets and soft furs. You don't have to worry about wild animals or wilder people.

And there is something else too. Someone else.

Ivar became obsessed with you. The young man can't find the courage in himself to come to you, but he still doesn't waste a chance to watch you from afar. You can feel his eyes on you constantly, and you would be a liar if you said you weren't enjoying it. There is something flattering and exciting about being the center of the young Viking's attention.

You continue your way out of the cold water, not hiding behind your arms or the clean towel as you dry yourself. You let Ivar's eyes wander on your body, stopping at your breasts, lingering on your hard nipple, and continuing their way between your legs. Your skin is covered with long-healed wounds and scars. There is a history for each of them.

You are in the river, ready to get out when you feel it again. It burns your skin and bubbles in your chest with anticipation.

He is here somewhere.

You search your surroundings through your lashes, trying to hide the smirk that pulls on your lips when you notice his form behind the bushes.

After you get dressed in simple pants and a tunic, you grab your things and don't hesitate to make eye contact with the brunette. His eyes widen, but he doesn't back off as a frown appears between his brows. It seems like there is always a frown on his handsome but still boyish face. He doesn't avert his gaze as you get closer, even though the sway of your hips almost makes him surrender.

"You are Ivar, right?" You speak up when you stop in front of him. He sits on the ground, his useless legs tied together.

"I am," he answers. There is a defiant offense in his tone. He is angry at you even before you say anything. The young man is ready for it. He can already hear you mocking him and telling him to stay away from you. A creep. A cripple. A useless Viking. What may he want from a woman like you? A great warrior. A beautiful woman.

"Your brother told me about your… fondness for me."

Ivar opens his mouth to say something, but no words leave his plump lips. The soft skin of his cheeks changes into a lovely shade of pink as he looks away from you. He is embarrassed, and he hates the feeling. It makes him weak and humiliated.

"I'm disappointed you didn't come to talk to me," you continue, leaning down to cup his jaw.

His eyes snap back at you, lips apart. He doesn't want hope to take root in his chest, but your heavy gaze doesn't let him have any other option.

You are more beautiful up close. Your nose is a bit crooked from breaking a few times, and there is a pale line on your cheekbone. An old wound.

"You are?" He croaks out.

Your warm breath fans over his face as you speak. "I have to continue my journey tonight, but I have a feeling we will meet again."

Ivar's heart beats against his ribcage, and his blood drums in his ears when your lips ghost over his. The only thing that keeps him leaning closer is your hold on his jaw.

"Because you and me, Ivar the Boneless," you continue. "We are fated."

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #vikings x reader #vikings imagine

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bossirebels · 2 years

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Been doing some ancestry and this is mine, my father and my mother's dna. These are our closest ancient ancestors and I've never been more proud. #viking #norse #vikings #vikingstyle #valhalla #odin #vikinglife #ragnar #norsemythology #vikingsofinstagram #heathen #shieldmaiden #asatru #runes #vikingtattoo #pagan #lagertha #norsepagan #historyvikings #vikingbeard #vikingwarrior #ragnarlothbrok #norsegods #vikingwoman #bjornironside #nordic #vikingart #vikinglove #vikingreenactment (at Dublin, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdVOByWOnXs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years

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Vikings + single mother

Summary: how the vikings would react to finding out you're a single mother + how they'd support you

Tagged: @alicedopey, @shit-i-say-shit-i-think

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

He has five sons, what’s one more child

Especially if it’s a girl, he will adore her

Maybe in a slightly unhealthy way

Many ups and downs

You can’t expect him to be reliable, but he tries for your sake

Lagertha

Lagertha loves children

Especially if they aren’t the result of Ragnar’s unfaithfulness

Considering that she basically adopted half of Hedeby’s woman and made them into shieldmaidens

She will take care of your child

Not in a lovey-dovey, babysitter way

But really solid

Your child will learn actual life skills, and to fend for themselves

And Lagertha will not let you take any shit for being a single mom

Aslaug

Even when Ragnar was around, Aslaug felt like she was raising her children on her own

Relates to your struggles deeply

Since your child(ren) don’t present any competition to hers, she’ll try to help you

Might also be her way of flirting

At first it’s only ‘oh, I have this leftover tunic from Sigurd, do you want it?’

And that’ll turn into you basically living in the Great Hall

Your child would most likely be a friend to one of the Aslaugssons

You can count on her

Bjorn

Won’t be a good father of your child

But he’s just not a good dad in general

Forgets all of his children’s names???

Supports you, but the worst babysitter

Expect the house to be on fire on your return

Young/child Bjorn would treat your child as a cousin/sibling and get very protective

Ubbe

Patchwork family king, you can count on him like 1,2,3 (pretend it rhymes)

I mean we have canon proof

Took in asa and Torvi’s other kid (the boy??)

Would act like that for anyone

In his eyes, every child deserves love, no matter what the parents did or who they are (*angrily stares at Ragnar*)

He respects your boundaries and he’s sensible when handling children

Solid friend/partner, as always

Hvitserk

He literally does not care that that is not his child

Regularly forgets that

Will fight anyone who dares to insult you

Has no experience with children, but tries for your sake

And with his puppy energy, he has no problems

As a friend or partner, he will adopt/accept your child in two seconds

Sigurd

He doesn’t think that your biological family is your family

(modern Sigurd read all found family trope fics on ao3 *throws in limp wrist*)

If he likes you, he’ll take care of your kid

Doesn’t care about family names or blood

To him, love (whether that be platonic or romantic) is more important

Surprisingly good with kids

Will sing lullabies

Ivar

Ivar won’t dislike your child

He just worries whoever left you will come back and a) threaten you or b) take you away from him

As a VERY possessive person, he takes care of you and your child in his own way

Will ‘protect’ you (read: become a little clingy) and provide for you (read: spoil you)

If you establish clear boundaries he will be an amazing friend/partner, and treat your child as his own

Helga

SET BOUNDARIES

If you make it clear that this is not her child there won’t be any heartbreak down the road

I am a firm believer of Helga having all five love languages plus a thousand others

One of them being COOKING

You will never, ever go hungry or cold under her care

She will nurse either of you back to health

Infinitely patient

Floki looks on skeptically, but will defo teach your child to make mini boats

Helga scolds him for handing a child a knife (queue: ‘But Ivar was fine!’ ‘Ivar killed a boy with an axe when he was four!’)

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