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blakeswritingimagines · 6 months

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Cuddling them out of nowhere

Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.

Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.

Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.

Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.

Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.

Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?

Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.

Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.

Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.

Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.

Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.

Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.

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meraxesmoon · 1 month

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What if they have baby sis that is an unburnt dragon rider somehow 😶

Hear me out imagine ragnar finds some strange looking rocks (dragon eggs) and they hatched in the readers lap

Ragnar thinking: my daughter 5 and already is a fucking goddess... My sperm is amazing im going to valhalla

Aslaug: yea shes my daughter so it checks out

But the people of kattegat would be so scared of the 3 dragons flying with their mama (or is it sister?)

What do you think their names would be? And their colors?

Also... I feel like hvitserk and ivar are the only ones who she would let her dragons come closer because they are her favorites and they can sense it 💀

I LOVE THIS!!!

Yeah, he'd be the type to pick up some rocks with scales and think 'bringing these home is such a great idea, lol'.

But they turn out to catch the eye of his youngest child and daughter (Name). She gets attached to the rocks and carries them around with her around Kattegatt. At night, she keeps them warmed on a brazier and sleeps close by. She does this because her uncle Floki told her myths of dragons and how they laid eggs, so she assumes that they're dragon eggs.

One day, while she's cradling them in her lap during dinner the eggs start to crack open, three eggs reveal three tiny dragons, and they latch onto the source of warmth they'd felt for months on end; Little (Name) Lothbrok. You've got to imagine how the rest of the family reacts to this. Aslaug thinks that her daughter just has these three little winged lizards, but then they keep getting bigger!

As for her dragons, one is black, one is blue, and then the youngest dragon is a soft pink. I've decided that baby Lothbrok is very slay, so of course she'd have a pink dragon. They're so protective of their mommy, too! If anyone (stupidly) tried to hurt her, all three baby dragons would attack and burn them.

The black one would be Morghul, the blue would be called Nyrax, and the pink one would be Syraxes. Since they live in Kattegatt, the dragons would grow very large due to not being caged in a certain space. In about eight or nine years they're absolutely huge, bigger than one of Ragnar's ships. I imagine they eat a lot of fish, and baby Lothbrok spoils her children <3

Morghul is the oldest of the dragons, having hatched first, and he's very grumpy. Nyrax has a very social personality, however most people are terrified of her, so she only seems to get on with her siblings and (Name). Syraxes is the closest with (Name) and is the prettiest lizard anyone has ever seen. However, she has a horrid temper, and often snaps at humans and her fellow dragons. Morghul tolerates Ivar, and Nyrax likes Hvitserk, but Syraxes specifically only likes her rider.

The dragons probably go on raids, as well.

dracarys :3

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woahhhgwendolyn · 4 months

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Sex With Hvitserk Would Include...

-Having sex with Hvitserk is so amazing for the both of you. You both love the days where you get to do it with each other.

-It always feels so special for the both of you to able to do this thing together.

-Hvitserk is not one of those guys that wants to have sex all day or every time of the day.

-Whenever you both are doing it, he always likes to go slow and soft with you.

-He loves the little moans that you do whenever he fucks you in just the right spot.

-He also really loves to hold you close and kiss you while he is fucking you. He likes the small things with you.

-He also always makes sure that you always cum before he does. he does not want to feel like he cannot please you in any way.

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disasterofastory · 11 months

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Popcorn and candy (Hvitserk x Reader)

Popcorn and candy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: semi-public smut

Summary: modern!Hvitserk and you go on a date.

Your eyes are glued to the screen through the windshield. You watch Matt Damon do something but nothing you see registers in your mind. The movements turn into a blur, and the voices, the loud rumble of the movie, seem far away. A frown appears between your brows as you try to focus, determination presses your lips into a thin line, but the quiet snickering at your side and a twist of fingers pull your attention away again. Your mouth falls open, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from falling shut.

Hvitserk's gaze burns the side of your face.

A few pieces of popcorn fall out from the red box onto your lap, landing on the ground around your legs. The salty scent fills your nostrils as you gasp for air. Your back straightens, and your head bumps against the headrest behind you. "Hvitserk," you groan out, not knowing what you want to earn with it. Your tone is chastising and impatient at the same time. He just laughs at it. "What, my love?" He asks with feigned innocence. His thumb brushes over your clit through your panties again. "You should focus on the movie," you grunt out, nodding at the screen. You are still watching it, seeing nothing of it. What happened? Who is that guy? "Why would I when you are much more interesting?" He asks back, grinning. His finger presses down on the sensitive bud between your legs before sliding down on the white fabric. It gets soaked by your wetness, sticking to your pussy. "Somebody will see," you tell him, turning your head away from the movie for the first time to swipe your gaze over the parking cars around you. You adjust the popcorn on your lap to hide the blonde man's hand between your legs. "Nobody can see," he laughs at your words. And he is right. The only light that illuminates the parking lot comes from the movie playing in front of you. Otherwise, everything is dark, and you can't see inside the other cars either. Air ghosts over your sensitive folds when Hvitserk pulls your panties aside. Another gasp escapes your lips at the feeling. "And if you wouldn't want it, you would close your legs," your boyfriend adds, smirking. And he is right. Again. Your legs are open, and your muscles are taut as you try to keep yourself from moving too much. "And," he continues. His voice becomes a soft hum, and his finger finally touches you without your panties standing between you and him. "You are soaked." "Hvitserk," you groan his name again. Shame and excitement heat up your skin. "What, love? That's the truth," he smirks. "I could drink from your pussy." "Oh, gods," you breathe out, not believing what you hear. "You can't say things like this!" "I can," he scoffs happily. "And you know I do." His middle finger slides over your wet folds, making a bigger mess between your legs, before pulling his hand away to bring his soaked finger to his lips. His eyes bore into yours as he licks up your juices from his finger. "You are sweeter than any candy," he says hoarsely. "Maybe I should put you onto the hood and feast from your pussy." Your hole clenches around nothing, hearing his words. "I could eat you until you scream," he continues, putting his hand back on your pussy. His thumb draws circles on your clit, watching the change in your breathing. It gets rapid and shallow. Your legs open wider, and your hips push against his clever fingers. "Do you want my finger?" He asks with mischief glinting in his bright blue eyes. "Or are you afraid someone will see me fingering your pretty cunt?" "H-Hvitserk," you gasp out his name, grabbing his wrist with one of your hands. More popcorn falls to the ground. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when he has mercy on you. Soon, his finger pushes against your center, and before you know it, he adds another one to stretch your walls. Your pussy flutters around his digits, wanting more. "Ride my finger, love," he says, pressing his hands against your pussy some more. "Make yourself cum on my fingers, Y/N. Give me something to taste while I watch the movie." A breathless moan breaks up from your throat as you do as he says. You thrust your hips against his fingers, grinding your clit on the heel of his palm. "Oh gods," you moan when another finger finds your entrance. "Maybe I could put my whole hand inside you," Hvitserk thinks out loud to watch you burn with shame and desire. His cock strains against his pants. He fidgets at the uncomfortable feeling but does nothing to help himself. He will do it when you get home. Right now, he just wants to see you falling apart because of him. "Or you would be happier with my cock inside your hot cunt," he continues. "You could ride me in the backseat." Both of you know what he does. Images of your on his lap, bouncing on his cock flashes in front of your hazy eyes. "I could suck on your pretty titties. Your nipples are hard, huh? Wanting my mouth around them. I don't need any snack when there is so much place I could feast on you." "H-" His name gets lost in your throat before you can say it. Your hips move faster and faster. You chase your pleasure while he continues talking. "Or I could fuck you from behind," he hums, twisting his fingers inside you. "There is not enough space," you gasp out. You have to fight every word to form in your tongue. "Outside of the car," he smirks. "Legs wide open, tits pressed on my car. My cock deep inside your weeping pussy." Your eyes fall shut as your movements get uncontrollable on his fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers and flutter with the burning need that rushes inside your veins.

The popcorn is all around you by now.

The rumble of the car under you wakes you up from your hazy thoughts. Your muscles still twitch because of your orgasm. Your legs are still open, but Hvitserk's hand is on the wheel.

"Let's go home," he smirks.

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hammyballeceter · 5 months

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Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Moss & Flowers & Things

!!!-mentions swearing

Hvitserk x female reader!

“ah fuck” you exclaimed, another bowl slipped from your grasp. You had pilled them high in your arms thinking you could move them over to the long oak table that was being set up for a feast in one go.

Your farther would cook for such occasions, becoming well liked through out Kattegat for his food. Sadly that also meant you had to help out, alot.

You didn’t mind so much, you got to work on your own most of the time and you enjoyed setting up for feasts. Decorating the tables with bouquets of what ever beautiful things you foraged from the woods that day. The men never seemed to take notice but wives and small children seemed to appreciate the decorations.

It was a celebration for Hvitserk, you weren’t sure what it was for. Nor that you cared. Working with your farther meant you did a lot of occasions for the king and his sons.

As you’d finished with the head table you took a step back to admire your hard work, the long hall looked beautiful. It was bound to be ruined once everyone got a drink in them but you still remained proud of what you accomplished.

Candles flicker giving a warm inviting golden glow, wooden plates lined neatly, metal ones for the head table, drinking horns waiting to be filled waited for each guest, moss and branches woven around pillars, bouquets of long feathers carefully selected flowers and forest greenery placed around the room. It was dark, but illuminated enough to see the work you’d done.

You could of sat in there for hours.

It wasn’t feminine by any means but it did look beautiful. You hoped Hvitserk liked it, you picked things that reminded you of him. Although you didn’t know what the celebration was really for, you’d always had a soft spot for the handsome man. But then again, so did pretty much every other woman in Kattegat. You kept yourself to yourself most of the time, and hopes of ever being noticed by him diminished when you caught wind of all the women he bedded.

The door had been propped open so you hadn’t heard Hvitserk enter, he knew of you and always enjoyed seeing how you decorated the hall for special feasts. Always sneaking a look before the celebrations began. He didn’t want to admit it but he’d always try and catch a glimpse of you as well. He was expecting something good as your work always was but this time it was different, the large room had never looked so different. You’d put extra special effort in and it definitely showed. Hvitserk was taken aback, he loved seeing your creativity but he’d never seen such a beautiful place before. It was almost how he imagined Valhalla must of looked like. That’s when he caught sight of you, you’d usually be to busy or heading off to help your farther for him to speak to you, but he’d always make sure to come just early enough so he could see you as well & watch you work. This time you had seated your self on one of the seats, candles illuminating your beautiful features. He wanted to talk to you but never gained the courage to do so, he’d never seen someone as pulchritudinous as you.

“The moss and flowers and things look amazing” his mouth betrayed him, speaking for him. You jumped slightly at his voice, not hearing him enter you had thought you were alone. The many uses of the word and caused you to crack a small smile. Him following suit.

“Thank you” you nodded your head toward him. “What are you doing here so early, the feast doesn’t begin for another hour”

Hvitserk walked closer to you, motioning if he could sit next to you which of course you obliged to. Your hands were shaking, you’d never been this close to him.

“Truth be told I always come a little early to see how you decorate, even to watch you work. You always do such a wonderful job. But this time, it’s truly breath taking. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He looked around till his eyes landed on you, you wanted to hold his gaze but didn’t incase he thought you were staring.

“You watch me work? And all that time you could of been helping.” Your cheeks burned red, did he really do that? you’d never noticed him before. Maybe this man was secretly a mouse. The thought of him coming early to see your work made your heart flutter.

You comment made Hvitserk laugh, his laugh was a deep joyous sound. One you would do anything to keep on hearing.

“Maybe next time I’ll pick you up so you don’t have to struggle hanging things on the pillars”

You lightly slapped him on the shoulder, but then almost immediately regretted it.

“my apologies i forgot my place there for a moment” flustered you went to stand up but you felt his hand gently grab your arm.

“Don’t apologise, please. Sit with me. in fact sit on this stool it’s closer to me. I’d like to properly see your face.”

You sat facing him this time, and you took this opportunity to really look at him. He was rough yet unbelievably gorgeous, his slight facial hair and scars made him rugged yet his eyes and soft smile made him gentle. The man you wanted for yourself was sat infront of you, and you were desperate to reach out and touch him, to check if he was really there.

“you’re beautiful” Hvitserk couldn’t quite help himself, being able to finally get you by yourself and being so close he could hold it back. “I always look for you, you know. In crowds, when I walk around Kattegat. I always hope I’ll see you. When you started coming to set up for our feasts and celebrations that’s when I’d come find you. I’d never have the courage to speak to you. But today I had to when I saw what you had done, your work is usually amazing but this, this is next level. And I’m glad it’s for my celebration” He’d finally admitted it, it felt like a weight off of his shoulders. “Y/N you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. And it would be my pleasure to be able to have the chance to learn more about you. Your mere presence makes me feel alive. I’d wish I had the courage to approach you earlier as i would have made you my wife by now.”

Your hand was still in his when he placed it to his lips, your body refused to believe it was real. Dumbfounded you’d reached your other hand up to gently touch his cheek. And he was really there, he did really say those things to you. He flashed a smile again seeming to understand that you were trying to comprehend what was going on.

“I did all this for you, especially for you. I picked everything that reminded me of you for decoration. I’ve always admired you from afar. But never felt worthy enough to even speak to you. The type of women you bed are a lot different to me, they hold power, they’re truly beautiful. So I just continued to do my work and keep myself to myself.”

Words flowed out of your mouth, it was embarrassing but you didn’t care. His hand squeezed yours gently,

“It hurts me to hear you speak so down on yourself, you are truly beautiful, the most beautiful. As it is you I always searched for. My heart yearned for you yet I couldn’t get myself to speak to you in fear of rejection.”

He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, you had no objections the only one being isn’t wasn’t planted on your lips.

“Hvistark, are you sure it is me that you find so beautiful?”

He nodded, looking deep into your eyes, as if he could get lost in them. And he would happily do so. This time you took the lead needing his lips, you kissed him, he was quick to kiss back. For him he was kissing the woman he has wanted since he was a young child. You had fallen in love with each other from afar and finally were able to show that to each other.

“Come to the feast with me tonight, I want to show everyone I’ve finally got the woman I’ve longed for, and to prove my brothers wrong.”

“Prove them wrong?”

“They said I would never be able to have the guts to talk to you. They think your beautiful but all backed off because I knew one day that I’d get you. I just needed the courage. Plus I’d kill them if they touched you.”

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mushies-stories · 8 months

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Could I request some headcanons for Hvitserk with a reader that's introverted and has dry humor? but once comfortable they're actually very giggly and fiercely loyal?

(I hope im making sense-)

Have a great day!!!

yes! I'm not Gunna lie... I struggled for sure BUT I hope this is at least decent and close to what you were looking for. it's also a little short so I'm sorry!

It took years for Hvitserk to have a full conversation with you. You lived in Kattagate and were only a year younger than him. Growing up you didn’t get along well with others, always making rude comments or mocking people.

It wasn’t until after you were both older he realized that you were being ‘mean’ to be mean, you were just making jokes, with no emotion behind it. Like he and his brothers banter but without the banter.

He started trying to talk to you more. Finding you in the market and walking around with you. It took a while for you to start talking, him asking so many questions managed to get you to answer a few over time however. Then finally you were having conversations.

He laughed, hard, whenever you made a quick remark or ‘cracked a joke’. He thought the ]faces people would make when you made a remark about something or someone was hilarious while yours stayed stone cold.

The first time Hvitserk made you laugh he was done for. Your soft chuckles that turned into sweet giggles were music to his ears.

He worked to make you smile and giggle for him, cracking jokes he knew suited your form of humor, and going heavy in the gift giving. Jewelry, furs, whatever he thought you'd like just to see you smile.

If someone was trying to flirt or get too friendly with Hvitserk you were able to make them run with a simple remark and your dead stare alone. It always made Hvitserk proud to see you stand your ground and claim him in front of others.

He was equally as proud when you would shut down other men who came on to you. Looking at them with what they assumed was disgust and then chuckling like they made a joke. You knew just what to say to make a man turn around with his tail between his legs.

Hvitserk's favorite jokes of yours are always while you're around Ivar. Ivar was never safe from a comment or crack from you when he decided to pick on Hvitserk. You were quick to shut his negativity down.

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fictionalmenplz · 6 months

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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Time passes, Camille and Ivar become closer, she's learning the language and finding a sudden interest in becoming a shield maiden, she runs into Hvitserk...

Warnings: fluff (sort of), fighting, weapons.

A/N: Sorry this is shorter than my other chapters! *More notes at the end*

Chapter Four

A few days have passed since I was married to Ivar, that night had only strengthened our relationship despite how nothing happened besides cuddling. I learned how to make Scandinavian foods that most men in Kattegat loved, and it was true, Ivar's plates were always completely finished off.

He was more comfortable with me helping him with his braces, and he forgave me whenever I accidentally hurt him, just like I had only minutes ago when I was helping him strap his braces onto his legs.

He was sitting next to me on the bed, tightening the last strap into place and then sighing and falling on his back onto the soft mattress. I smiled, lightly laughing and falling next to him, resting my head on his arm.

After a few seconds I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it, "I am sorry," he said and I turned my head to look at him with a quirked eyebrow, "You have already learned it from my brother's whore, I cannot give you what every woman wants... a child."

"I hope this does not offend you, but, how do you know that?" I asked, propping myself on my elbow. He slowly rolled his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Well, because I could not please the only woman I ever made love to. It would not work." He said quietly and my expression softened.

"Ivar it was only one woman, you do not know for sure if it was her, or you that was the problem."

"I'm sure it was me." He said, his bottom lip tightening into a frown. "And I'm sure it was her. You say she used to sleep with many other men before she married Ubbe?"

He nodded his head. "Then it is not your fault that a whore could not make your cock work." He almost laughed, the frown disappeared off his face and he lolled his head over to face me.

"Are you saying it was because I did not find her good enough to sleep with?" He copied my position, resting on his side propped up by his elbow now. I shrugged, "Possibly." He hummed, nodding his head.

"She is the, only one?" I asked curiously, a small smile on my face and he wiped his palm over his face, nodding his head once again. "Why are you sounding so fascinated by this?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"How can you be so certain you are incapable when you've only tried once, and that was so long ago also!" I exclaimed, waving my hand. His cheeks heated and he shrugged, looking away and laying on his back.

I scooted closer, resting on his chest and watching his face as he flicked his eyes at me with a confused expression, "What?" He asked, his tone growing higher. "I am your wife am I not?"

"Yes, what-" I shushed him, "We should try it." I said simply and he got quiet, slowly shaking his head, he gently pulled me off his chest and sat up, slumping his shoulders. "I have business to attend to."

I frowned, sitting up as well and watching as he pushed himself onto his feet and grabbed his cane off the wall, swinging open the cabin door and leaving. I cursed myself for even bringing up the topic, technically it was him but I pried when I shouldn't have.

After sulking in rejection for a good while, I decided I would try and forget about him for the afternoon and wander Kattegat. I carefully pulled my pelt over my shoulders as to not ruin my hair and then set out.

My language was getting better, I was taught simple phrases like hello, no, goodbye, and other things like that. The air was somewhat warm, though clouds lingered low to the earth above the town, making me wonder how heavy they were with rain.

I tried not to stare at those who stared at me, too many pagans hate me already. I mean, everyone hated Rollo, a pagan who supposedly converted and was then arranged to marry a princess? I hated him.

None of these pagans know me, they think they know me because I'm a French princess that hates being a slight bit dirty. I know they think I'm disgusted by their ways, and for a little while I was but I grew a deep respect for their devotion to their gods.

They sacrifice almost daily and dedicate their own ways of life to fulfilling the purpose the gods made them for, they are a lot like Christians in a way, but more violent and ruthless.

I've been finding that I don't miss my old life, not at all. Living in a home with my own husband and doing actual work is doing me good, I'm glad I won't have to live with my father ever again.

"Er du interessert i dette?" A woman said, standing behind a table filled with trinkets and some clothes. I translated one word, interested. I stepped over, carefully examining her trinkets assorted on pelts.

I smiled, pointing at a concealed knife, about the length of my hand. She nodded, picking it up and pulling out the knife halfway. The blade was pale silver and shined in the light.

The handle had delicate pears poking out along one side, the knife looked like it had never been used before. I reached into my pocket and took out a few coins, her eyes widened at them and then pointed at the smallest copper one.

"Dette er mer enn nok." She said while shaking her head. I gave it to her and she beamed at me, I nodded my head. "Thank you," I say, tucking the blade in its case inside my pocket and leaving.

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"Skjoldjomfru." I repeated, I know she is pretending to not understand me. Shield maiden is what I said. I want her, Torvi, to teach me to be a shield maiden.

Torvi sighed, leaning against the wooden pole of the pavilion where she was just practicing with her son, axe in hand as she considered my request. She scanned her eyes over my apparel.

"You are not dressed to be able to fight." She said and turned away, "Then let me watch for a while!" I argued, pulling her to face me. Her eyes were narrowed as she glanced over the pavilion and the parts of town she could see.

She was looking for Ivar. Perhaps she thinks Ivar would be upset if he learned his little wife was learning to fight back, no, he wasn't like that.

"I don't know where he went." I replied as best I could, she half nodded, biting her cheek and then nodded again, more rough this time. "You may watch, princess."

I smiled and shuffled back to the pole, hugging my arms to my ribs to keep in the warmth. I watched as Torvi and her son circled each other, small smiles on their lips.

I admired their connection, Torvi seemed young to have a son in his teenage years, but that seems to only strengthen their relationship. Her son strikes first, lunging his blade toward her armored shoulder and she quickly dodged away. My eyes widened, realizing they were fighting with real, sharpened weapons.

As Torvi darted away from his attack she spun around, bringing her axe down only to be met with his shield. I found myself picking my nails, so engrossed in their training that it made me nervous to see who would come out with a victory.

I felt a presence next to me, slightly glancing to my left to get a glimpse of them, it was Hvitserk.

This chapter obv isn't as good as the other ones but I'm working on it, I took a break for a bit so my posting routine will probably be irregular so please bear with me.

Also I wanted to thank you all for all the reblogs and likes!!! It means so much to me that you all like my work! 😁

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You could do It wednesday x male ivar the boneless reader (vikings)

The Boneless. (Male)

Ivar is the 3rd best Vikings Character(in my opinion) Bjorn Ironside 2nd, Ragnar Lothbrok 1st

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The morning light hit your face and caused you to wake from your slumber. You grunted as you sat up, grabbed your legs, and swung your legs over the edge of your bed. Grabbing your walking cane, which you kept by your bed, using it to help you stand. The cane was a black ebony wood with Nordic runes running down it, the handle was the head of a silver raven with sapphires as its eyes. You gritted your teeth and groaned as you stood up stumbling slightly, you inhaled before letting out a sigh as you walked to your bathroom. You leaned on your bathroom counter and looked in the mirror. You had slight bags under your eyes and your neck long hair was slightly disheveled. You changed into your usual street clothes running your hand through your hair you looked in the mirror you heard your dorm room doorknob turning Instinctively you grabbed the one-handed axe that you kept in your bathroom, and you looked out the bathroom doorway and saw the door opening. "It's me," the monotone voice of your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams was heard as you sighed and put down the axe. "You almost ended up with an axe in your head," you said, your Scandinavian accent slightly showing, as she walked to you. She leaned on the bathroom door frame her eyes scanning and studying you. "What's wrong?" She asked in her usual tone of voice. "Noth-" "Don't lie," she said cutting you off. You sighed and ran your hand through your hair once more. "It's just..." "It's Parents Weekend or for you the weekend your brothers visit. And in turn some of the army," she states as she grabs the fold-up chair nearby, opens it, and forces you to sit as she starts to braid your hair. "I'm aware that your relationship with your brothers isn't the best but you can't be as Enid says "A Debby Downer" because of that fact," Wednesday says as you sigh once more. Ever since you two met she was probably the only one who could read you. And when you two started dating she was able to know why you were upset. Whether it be, because it's Parents Weekend or it's the anniversary of your mother's death. Wednesday finishes your braids and walks around the chair to get to the front of you cupping your face. "I am aware it's hard to see your brothers. Especially, Bjorn, but you can't let that affect you, Every. Single. Time," She said looking into your directly into eyes. You nod silently before she leans down and kisses you softly, you kiss her back matching her softness and love. She soon pulled away and helped you to your fest handing you your walking cane. You took it from her hand as she grabbed your free hand before leading you to the Quad.

Most of the day had gone smoothly. You met up with Pugsley, Uncle Fester, Morticia, Gomez, and Uncle Itt once again. You spent most of your day with the Addams Family but then you heard the steps of multiple soldiers coming into the Quad. Many of the families turned to looks as twenty Vikings emerged and lined up shoulder-to-shoulder. Then your three brothers walked down the path. Bjorn at the head, Ubbe to his left, and Hvitserk to his right. You stood at the end of the row... staring... and waiting. All eyes were on you and your brothers and Bjorn was the first to speak. "ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ, ᛒᚱᛟᛏᚺᛖᚱ,(Hello, brother)" he spoke in your native tongue. You simply kept staring at him. Not saying a word. Hvitserk was the one to break the silence as he walked past Bjron and grasped your shoulders smiling. "ᛁᛏ'ᛋ ᚷᛟᛟᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛋᛖᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ Y/N,(Its good to see you Y/N)" He said smiling. You smiled back. "You to Hvitserk," You said smiling until Hvitserk moved away leaving Bjron and Ubbe in front of you. "Well. Shall we sit?" You ask motioning to a free table. Bjorn and Ubbe both walked to the table Hvitserk followed soon after patting your shoulder as he passed you the soldiers soon following after. Letting out a sigh you felt the familiar cold hand of Wednesday cup your cheek. You looked at her for a second a small smile gracing your lips. "How was that?" "Good. You're keeping your anger under wraps," She said softly as she grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the other Vikings were. You sat down across from Bjorn, Ubbe, and Hvitserk with Wednesday to your right. Ubbe observed her for a second before turning to you. "ᚹᚺᛟ ᛁᛋ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ?(Who is this?)," He asked you before you could answer Wednesday answered for you. "ᛁ'ᛗ ᚺᛁᛋ ᛚᛟᚡᛖᚱ,(I'm his lover)" Your brother each looked at her surprised as you took a sip of ale.

The first day went fine but the second day was when all things went to shit. While conversing and eating with Wednesday's family you caught sight of someone... a blond blue-eyed woman. Anger surged through your veins as you stood up grabbed a knife and threw it at the woman barely grazing her shoulder before she could react to reach her axe in hand you tried to strike her but Ubbe got in your way stopping your axe and throwing you back with Hvitserk catching you. You tried to break free but both Hvitserk and Wednesday held you back as you screamed. "What the fuck is she doing here!?" The woman was still behind Ubbe staring at you and Bjorn checked the cut you caused. "Lagertha has every right to" "Bullshit!" You yelled cutting him off as you freed yourself from the grasp of your brother and girlfriend. "Y/N you need to forgive her," Ubbe spoke hand on your chest keeping you from getting any closer. "I can never forgive Lagertha for murdering our mother so how you, hm?" You asked as Ubbe shook his head turning away angering you more as you shoved him back. "Our mother! Of course, I'm going to kill her." "You can try," She said looking eyes with yours. "Oh, I will. That I can promise."

Reasonably they all left afterwards to avoid any further issues with you and Lagertha. You were sitting in your room sharpening your axe when Wednesday walked in. "Why did you never tell me Lagertha killed your mother?" She asked anger lacing her voice. "I thought you said no secrets." "It's not something I like to think about... it didn't matter to me because Hvitserk had said she stayed in Kattagat with no reason to leave. I don't know why she came," you said throwing your axe into the target across from your bed. "Doesn't excuse you for not telling me," She said as she grabbed your chin to make you look at her. "When my mother died and I found out it was Lagertha I tried to kill her. And failed. Over and over. My mother was a seer and said she would be cursed if she killed her," you said calmly. "I will kill her," she has no reason to even be although in your head. Wednesday sighed and caressed your cheek. "Let this be the last secret you keep. Understood?" You nodded as she climbed into bed with you putting your head on her chest and began to stroke your hair as your anger subsided.

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Don’t hate me, love

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff

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Ruby red blood was dripping from her cheek. Her heart beating faster as her breath sped up. Her eyes were fully closed, trying to ignore the pain on her side. She was alive, she was okay, yet she heard everyone else scream around her. The voices started to get blurry, her head was spinning as she tried to stay awake. "You will stay here, Save!" "I will not!" Ivar never screamed at her, but he was worried and she wanted to stay by his side, even at times when she couldn't.

She was ready to die fighting for what Ivar wanted to accomplish, she believed in him and in his vision. But he wanted to keep her save, keep her at the hide out with Helga, but she knew something could happen there as well and if she would die, she would die by his side. The sounds were blurred as his face was in her mind. He was her only focus and she was happy, happy that if she would die he would be her last thought, his smile. The one he reserved for her, the one that meant he was utterly happy.

They won. Ivar was filled with ecstasy. His plan was taking form, everything would be the way he wanted it to be with just- His eyes wandered around the field. His smile dropped. Where is she? "Where the fuck is she?!" Ivar was panicking, looking around. Each body was someone he knew, but he couldn't find the will to care. Hvitserk walked to his brother placing a hand on his shoulder. "Ubbe found her, Ivar. He's taking care of her wounds right now..." Ivar pushed his hand away and tried to walk as quickly as he can to him.

His mind was on her, her smile in front of him. He would be lost if something happened to her, if she would die because of his incapability of protecting her. When he saw her he felt his heart ache, she looked small. So fragile. As he heard her wince, he was ready to tackle Ubbe down. His knuckles turning white around his crutch. "Ivar.." Her voice was husky, her eyes barely open. His breath hitched, maybe right now she wasn't, but she's going to be okay.

His lungs filled with air, he could breath again. Putting his crutches away he started crawling towards her, his hand finding it's way to hers, giving a soft squeeze. "I'm here, my love." His lips met her forehead. His voice just barely audible as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear leaning his forehead against her cheek. Her blood coloring his cheek the most beautiful shade of red. "I'm sorry, Ivar..." Her voice was quiet, but he heard her pain.

Ivars eyes closed tightly. His mind was telling him to scream at her, to tell her what a fool she is, that she should've got hurt worse to learn her lesson, but he couldn't. He could barely keep it together. "Don't worry about it, you need to rest." He shot Hvitserk and Ubbe a look, quietly telling them to pick her up as he crawled to his crutch. "No..." Her voice was panicky, the fight having more of a tool on her than she wanted to admit.

She wanted to be held by Ivar, just as much as he wanted to hold her, How he wish he could carry her. "Hvitserk, make sure he's okay..." she whispered tugging on his sleeve, leaning more into Ubbes chest feeling weaker each passing second. Ubbe placed a hand on her forehead feeling her temperature, pulling her closer. She was like family for them, growing onto them each passing day. "Am I going to die, Ubbe?" Her voice was more quiet than before, not wanting Ivar to hear them. Ubbe laughed softly smiling slightly down at her. "You're not gonna die that fast, you're just getting pampered because you're Ivars fiance." Her eyes shot up to him with confusion in them. "Finace?"

"Calm down, Ivar. She's okay, you've seen people being worse than her and-" Ivar tried controlling himself. "But it's her!" Taking a deep breath he watched her and Ubbe while walking to their hide out. "This isn't some man fighting by my side." Both of them walked in silence. Hvitserk understood his brother and he understood the worry he was feeling. Ivar just wanted to lay down with her, to see that she's okay when he locks eyes with her.

"Oh dear what happened to you?" Helga quickly ran up to them, seeing the young girl in Ubbes arms before he placed her onto some fur that her and Ivar slept on. The girl smiled up weakly at them trying to sit up. "Don't you dare even think about it." Ivars voice was demanding and she knew he wanted her to lay and rest, but she didn't feel like it. So she sat up fully, keeping her eyes trained on Ivars.

A breath of relief escaped him seeing color come back to her face slowly and the spark returning to her eyes. He almost couldn't stop the smile tugging at his lips. Almost. As everyone left them alone Ivar looked down at her with anger. "What were you thinking?! I told you to stay close, to not leave my fucking side! And what did you do? You did just that! I told you to be careful! You know what?! I told you to stay in the fucking hide out! God you act like such a-" He was about to continue before seeing her small smile and the playfulness in her eyes.

"I act like what, huh?" The teasing smile made the boy weak in his knees as he tried to stay angry. "Do I act like your fiance?" A smirk played at the corner of her mouth, the pain was weaker now, she realized how dramatic she might've been earlier thinking she'd die. Ivar looked at her even more angry. "I'm going to fucking kill Ubbe." He was about to turn around and walk away before she shuffled around trying to get close to his hand. "Ivar... sit with me, my love... please?" Her eyes met his as she gave him her best doe eyes.

Cursing Ivar sat down pulling her closer. "How are you feeling, honestly?" He whispered after some time, his fingers opening her braids as gentle as possible making her lean into him. "Better... I think I was just scared...scared to not fulfill my destiny if I die." Her eyes closed leaning into his chest as he kissed her forehead softly.

„You're destiny?" His voice was filled with curiosity, filled with so much gentleness. Ivar hated screaming at her, he hated letting her feel his anger but sometimes he couldn't help it. He loved her, he was very much sure of it, but with loving there come so much other emotions that he isn't able to deal with as easily.

„My destiny to give you children, Ivar. I know it's my destiny, as it is my destiny to make sure you live without any regrets as you pass to Valhalla one day..." Her voice were spoken slowly and with lot of care. „Become my wife, my love? The thought of you dying on me today made me realize it more than before. I told Ubbe I would ask you before the fight but you were too busy fighting about coming with me. But now I know I need you by my side."

Her lips found his in an instant, ignoring some burning on her side as she kissed him with as much love and passion she can make him feel. „I would love that, Ivar... a lot..." she muttered against his lips trying not to let a girlish giggle escape her lips. He pulled her closer again kissing her deeply.

„You will be mine until we dine with the gods in Valhalla."

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Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson (7)

Barely alive, it’s been a couple of rought weeks BUT I’M BACK. Other parts: Once Upon A Fairy Tale Masterlist

Plot: Ubbe and you take important decisions, about your future and the future of your kingdoms, not knowing that something bigger than you is happening outside the castle’s walls.

When Ecbert told Ragnar about your decision to stay, the king didn’t look surprised at all. He humored you with your father, agreeing about the old age and bad knees. They both exaggerated their physical conditions between laughs, and concurred that they needed to take the hunting trip easy.

From behind your father, you watched with a soft smile the interaction.

You hadn’t noticed until that year how close your father and Ragnar were. Back at Wessex, you didn’t have many friends, and not a relationship as close as them. As you stared at their interaction, you felt your heart growing bigger, feeling that you had taken the right decision.

The moment was cut short when Ubbe and Sigurd appeared. Apparently, Aslaug had had a bad night and wouldn’t be gracing you with her presence. And, since Hvitserk hadn’t shown up for breakfast, he had declined going with them.

The hunting raid was complete and ready to go, you guessed. And it was time to share with Ubbe the news.

Both kings looked at you when the brothers arrived. Before you could notice the difference between them, Ubbe talked.

“I’ve been looking for you” he lifted the corner of his mouth, not completing the smile. “Good morning, father. King Ecbert”

“Ubbe” your father nodded in recognition.

“Where is your saddle?”

Indeed, while Sigurd was wearing his riding clothes, Ubbe was still in his usual, prince-ish robes. Not only he was wearing a long, cobalt tunic with silver embroidery, but he didn’t carry the usual smell of staying in the barn for hours.

When his brother rolled his eyes and walked away, Ubbe smiled. He had had enough time to prepare his horse, clean his riding boots and choose his favorite saddle. If he had wanted, he could have gone to the hunting raid, just as it was planned for him to go.

He liked to hunt. Like the adrenaline of chasing a prey and the silence of the forest. When they hunted, his father and him went back to his childhood, where they shared a deep bond. But he had decided against it.

“I won’t be accompanying you today, after all” Ubbe explained. “There are… matters I need to take care of. Maybe I can help princess Y/N packing”

“You won’t have to” Ecbert interrupted him.

“Oh”

Looking at your father, Ubbe lowered his head. His idea had been to stay behind with the excuse of helping you to pack. He didn’t know why, but after you were interrupted in his chambers, he had felt the need to spend one last day with you. Hvitserk had left the castle early in the morning to complete his weekly activities in the cabin, which included two brunets’ servants and the daughter of the baker.

So there was little chance of being interrupted.

He tried not to show his disappointment, because if you didn’t have to pack bags, then he didn’t have a reason to stay.

“We’ll be… staying. For another day” you explained, not meeting his eyes. “Because my father might get tired in the hunting raid, and it’s a long way back to Wessex. If it’s not a problem”

When Ragnar didn’t answer, Ubbe realized you were talking to him.

It took him by surprise that you were staying, but it was even more surprising that it was just for a day. Because he had known, deep down, that his intention today was to convince you to stay. That, during the last seven days, he had tried; first unconsciously, then as a choice. He started the summer mildly convinced that he had to marry you, and now he didn’t know what he wanted anymore.

Just that a day was an awful short amount of time.

“You could always check the old storage room” Ragnar proposed finally, breaking the silence. “It’s full of games and objects you used as children, and I’ve been asking you to take a look for a while. Maybe Y/N can help you”

“She can. She’s really organized” Ecbert contributed. “Besides, it is a bad day to stay outside. Just let these old dogs enjoy the hunting raid and find something to do. We will be back soon. Don’t want to get too tired”

“Indeed. Only God knows how many days in bed will earn us the hunting trip” Ragnar started at you with an amused smile. “Might be weeks”

“Might be, my dear friend. Shall we go?”

Both kings turned around and walked towards the carriage, that would take them to the designated part of the forest. Where the rest of the town would be waiting, with their dogs and bows ready.

While they walked away, you thought about how lucky you were. Your father would willingly stay for the whole summer if that’s what you wanted to, if that made you happy. He would also cancel the hunting raid and ride back to Wessex himself.

You stayed in silence as they got into the carriage and told the driver to move, until they drew up dust from the path and Sigurd kicked his horse to lead the way.

You had never had any problem talking with Ubbe. With remarks or mean words, you always kept the conversation going until you were torn apart by the adults or one of you couldn’t physically talk. But while the first drops of rain hit the ground, you kept quiet, not knowing what to say.

The meaning behind your decision was clear – that you wanted to try again, that you were willing to finally accept his hand. That you had consciously turned away the chance of changing your fate, consciously had chosen to marry him, without a proposal or weeding plans.

Staying meant you had admitted your intention of moving forwards, to whatever future you could hope for, and now it was Ubbe’s turn to answer. The decision of staying instead of going to the hunting raid could be an answer, but he didn’t know your decision yet.

So you waited, as rain started to wet your hair and soak your dress.

You waited in silence, until a cape was wrapped around your shoulders and a pair of hands turned you away from the path your father had just disappeared from.

“We should get inside” Ubbe spoke through the rain, that had gotten heavy a matter of seconds. “Fuck. It’s – fuck!”

“Oh my god” you couldn’t help but laugh when suddenly you were hit with what felt like a gallon of water.

You let yourself be lead away from the main door while Ubbe wrapped an arm around your shoulder. With a natural instinct, you shifted closer to him until you fit under his arm.

It wasn’t funny, but you couldn’t stop laughing, and soon, Ubbe was laughing too. It wasn’t the pearly smile you had seen that day at the courtyard, that flashed in your mind without your permission. It was different, and at the same time, wonderful.

You ran through the rain, not tripping against each other’s feet by luck. Servants that were taking cover in the barns stared when you passed by, and a man with bulky clothes tried to stop Ubbe with a scandalized scream.

Once you finally took cover, you were soaked. The rain had drenched Ubbe’s cape, now heavy on your shoulders, and the bottom of your dress was full of mud. Even your socks, under thick books, were wet. Still smiling, you stared at Ubbe as he moved your hair out of your face, letting you see his full smile. It was beautiful, his chipped front tooth a reminder of you.

Although he was too drenched to the bones, his hands felt warm, or maybe it was your cheeks. Or maybe you were running a fever and you were hallucinating, because suddenly, it was a déjà vu from that morning. He was looking at your lips and you were wondering what it would feel to stay forever, not just for a day.

His finger hovered over your mouth, a ghost touch.

“You look like a wet rat”

“And you smell like a wet horse”

He scoffed and for a second, you thought he was going to actually kiss you. That he was going to move forward and you were going to meet him at the middle. In a perfect fantasy, he would ask you to stay and you would choose to, not using excuses or prologues.

You would never know, because thunder roared in the sky and the moment was broken.

What Ragnar defined as an old storage room was everything but that. It could have been a room, a long time ago, with high windows and a clear view of the forest. But someone had decided to start accumulating things inside, and now you could barely take two steps straight.

You hadn’t bothered bathing, neither had Ubbe. As if not spending every minute of the day together was an offense, you changed clothes with your backs to each other, not even using the bathroom. You chose a dark green dress that showed your boots, comfortable to move, and Ubbe had put on a different tunic.

He showed you the storage room, moving the curtains. Everything was covered with white, dusty sheets, and you were in for a long morning.

“I threw Hvitserk down the stairs with one of these” Ubbe said from behind you, breaking the comfortable silence in the room. “He broke through a window and didn’t even get a bruise”

You looked away from the pile of children’s clothes that you were trying to organize. He was holding up a large piece of wood attached to one wheel, the other missing. Indeed, you remembered using a similar one in some occasions, although you didn’t have a specific memory with it.

Between mountains of garbage, you had found many children’s toys and clothes. After spending a lifetime of summers together, you had gathered a good amount of entertainment options. In a useless attempt of bringing you closer, your fathers had brought you everything a child would want or need. Not realizing until it was too late that you would hit each other with it before sharing.

“Didn’t you race me with one of those in the gardens?” you tried to remember, getting closer.

“You were winning so I tried to shorten through my mother’s roses” he chuckled. “She got mad, but you were furious”

“You destroyed every last of them!” you laughed too, remembering that summer.

It was one of the first ones you spent in Mercia, and you had never used a toy like that one. Thinking you wouldn’t know how, Ubbe had raced you and you had won, and in the meantime, he had destroyed half of his mother’s garden. You remembered her scolding and feeling furious at him.

So angry, that you used his favorite wooden sword as a throwing dagger during the next day.

You moved closer to him, looking at the piece of wood. Even if you had argued more than talked, it wasn’t always boring. There were games and competitions. When you were all young, Ubbe didn’t discriminate you from being a girl, and included you in the games where he thought he could win. Somewhere in the way that changed and your worlds drifted apart.

“You care too much about flowers” he said, raising from where he was sitting.

“It’s not I have many things to care about in here. I can’t cook, train or ride, and needlework is definitely not one of my passions. No matter how much your mother tries” you explained. There was only a foot between you two. “Flowers are… nice. They are beautiful”

“If you want to, I could assign some more servants to the garden. So they can help you take care of them”

If you want to stay, I could make you happy, just so you know

Ubbe let the hidden meaning clear. Because if you left after your father rested, then the garden was the least of your concerns. He couldn’t care less about the flowers or the garden, and he knew right then, that if it made you stay, he would send his whole army to take care of those flowers.

In that dark room, crowded with objects from your past, he waited for you to answer. It was impossible that you hadn’t understood what he meant, and by the way you stared at him, he knew. In just seven days, he had made a decision that had been asked from him for sixteen years. Sixteen years under the pressure of getting to know you and take you as his wife.

Only when you were no longer under that much pressure, he finally saw it clear.

“It would be nice” you answered, your voice small. “You could help me sometimes. If you want to”

Through the window, another lighting broke the sky. The storm was now loud and wild, thunders and lighting accompanying the rain. Someone appeared through the trees riding a horse at full speed, towards the castle. It would take them a while to reach the gates, and you didn’t notice them.

Not when Ubbe’s blue eyes were staring right into your soul, and when yours couldn’t decide where to look – to them or to his mouth.

“You’re staying” he tried, not a question but a fact. A need.

“If you want me to”

Before you could notice the smoke that was raising from the middle of the forest, he crossed the invisible line he had drawn sixteen years ago and pressed his lips against yours. They were rough and demanding, not like the shy, first kisses you had shared with boys in your kingdom.

You could have fallen if it wasn’t for the table that was behind you, or for his hand that pressed your hips against his. There was no air between you two, no space for second guesses. Only his lips and hands on your body, and yours on his neck.

One of yours caressed the back of his head, your thumb brushing the soft hair where his braid started. Not knowing what to you with the other one, you held yourself together by holding onto the desk. Afraid he would let you go and you would crash into the ground, knees turned into jelly.

But he didn’t let you.

With his free hand holding your head straight, demanding more of you, he broke free for air. His pupils were blown, almost no trace of blue behind them. No one had ever touched you the way he was, and you understood that no one would in the near future, if you had a saying in it.

Ubbe didn’t move his hand from your face. Instead, giving you time to push him away, he lowered it down your neck. Something inside him screamed to let go, to forget about what was expected from him and lower his hand more, until there was no turning back. The way you were looking at him, the way you weren’t moving, made it harder.

But he resisted and let his hand go to his original place, to your cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked after a long minute, his voice rough and deep. “We don’t – you don’t have to. Not even if you stay”

“Shut up”

Once more, you crashed your lips against his and he let you, smiling against them. You could feel every curve and corner of his body that you had guessed that morning under the covers. The room’s temperature grew in seconds, and when the hand on your waist moved lower, you let him.

Sixteen years of frustration, hate and disagreement were forgotten as you felt your skirt move higher, his leg making its way between yours.

One thing was to sleep in the same room, to let people assume you were together, but another one was to actually do it. Before you could regret your decision or let your brain caught up with your heart, someone knocked at the door urgently.

“It’s the king! The king is dead!”

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𝔙𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔯 ℑ𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫

Vidar Ragnar is the son of Ivar the Boneless, King of Kattegat and Xenia, Princess of Rus and Queen and therefore Prince of Kattegat along with his older brother Cailan and his twin sister Edda. He is the grandson of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and nephew of Bjorn Ironside, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Caya and is raised lovingly but also from an early age, interested and passionate as a real Viking warrior and as a warrior for his family, his people and the gods dream. From an early age, Vidar received a passion for fighting and life as a warrior from his father and was trained in combat by his uncles. But the older Vidar gets, it becomes clearer that he not only has his own strong, determined will and won't let anyone tell him anything, but that, unlike his siblings, he is not interested in the succession to the throne and his tasks as a prince or future king. He also doesn't want to be a leader or have to follow and has no desire to rule. Which is why he often refuses to comply and fulfill his duties as prince and successor as King of Kattegat and is considered a little rebel in the family. Nevertheless, Vidar knows his position, not only has talent and passion in battle but also a razor-sharp mind that he knows how to use cleverly and skillfully. From the outside, the young prince often appears aloof and arrogant and doesn't easily let anyone get close to him, something he got from his mother. His family means everything to Vidar, which is why he is always lovingly there for them all, gently and always willingly cares for and protects the women in the family and always fights at the side of his uncles, whom he led in battles from an early age by his father and on He accompanied him on raids with his beloved brother Cailan and Illian, his cousin, with whom he shares a close bond and also calls him his brother, which is why the three men are considered inseparable. If you get to know Vidar better and gain his trust, you will see the soft sides that lie in the true Viking and that are reminiscent of his parents. So not only family is the warrior's first priority, but also love and loyalty. If you win over Vidar, you will not only have a brutal, willing warrior who is only too happy to throw himself into battle, but also a loyal companion who will honestly and absolutely loyally stand behind or in front of you and give his life for those he loves or who are important to him, would always be willing to take risks and be willing to go into battle without asking for anything in return or anything else, but for a true friend, humorous, sensitive, caring and honest. Which is why, in addition to his father, he is often compared to his grandfather Ragnar and is very similar to him.

( Gifs do not come from me; among other things, they belong to sites that I like to tag down here if you write to me. And I also post from @ivarthebadbitch )

#vikings #rebelheartedviking #a lothbrok #userfakevz #the gifs are not mine

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blakeswritingimagines · 6 months

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Dating Hvitserk would include:

He is fiercely protective of his beloved. His love is like a raging fire, burning bright and hot. If anyone were to harm or threaten you, he would not hesitate to unleash a fierce attack. He would go to any lengths to protect you, even if it meant hurting himself. However, he also can have a very soft and gentle side when it comes to you. He would be very gentle and loving towards you, cherishing you with his every breath.

Well, if you consider the fact that he is a 10th-century Viking, a pretty strange experience most likely. He might take you on a boat trip to raid and pillage a village, as one of his way of showing affection.

Dating him is like having the best time of your life. He's great with making the person he's dating feel important and special in every way possible. He is also a good listener and can hold an engaging conversation about anything you want to talk about. He's also very loyal and would never cheat or lie to the person he's dating. Plus he knows how to have a good time and he's always up for trying new things. And he's not too shabby in the looks department either, if I do say so myself.

He's a very caring and loving man who is protective of his person and would never allow you to come to harm. He is also very loyal and faithful, always remaining faithful to you no matter what. He is very caring and will always be there for his partner when you need it, doing his best to support and comfort you. He is also a very passionate man, who shows his love to his partner in many different ways. He also becomes a very affectionate man.

He is very open and honest with you. He believes in communication and being able to talk openly and honestly about your feelings and thoughts. He is always there to listen to and to help you with any problems that you may have. He is also a very romantic man and will always come up with creative and special ways to show his love for his partner. He is not afraid to show his emotions or to express how much he cares for you.

Being in a relationship with him is like being protected by a fierce warrior who is soft and loving at the same time. His love is strong and sincere. He would do everything in his power for you and protect you with his life. He is very territorial especially when it comes to you and is not afraid of showing you or those around his possession. He can also be very possessive and would need reassurance every time you go out. He becomes very jealous because he is scared of losing you.

Well, he's a man who's very strong and can be very dominant, so you better know how to stay in your place. When he is not angry he's quite kind, and he also likes to play around with the people he likes, although that often involves teasing you and saying a few dirty things. But if you ever want to make him jealous you only have to flirt with other men or spend enough time away from him. But you better not try it too much.

When it comes to dating him, you can expect a lot of attention. He's quite possessive and obsessive, so he likes to keep his partner close by his side at all times. He can also be quite clingy and needy, but this is all because he's so deeply committed to your relationship. He wants you to feel safe, secure and loved.

Dating him can be both a blessing and a curse. While he is extremely loyal, loving, and supportive, he can also be a bit overprotective and jealous. His love for you is intense and all-encompassing, so much so that he wants you to be completely his. This can sometimes lead to arguments when his partner wants to spend time with other people. But ultimately, dating him is like having a constant source of love and warmth in your life.

Dating him can be exciting and fulfilling. He's a very loyal and loving partner who will go above and beyond for those he cares about. He's also very possessive and protective, and he's not afraid to show it. He's very protective of his partner's safety and well-being. He can also be quite obsessive and has a tendency to get wrapped up in the person he's with. He's very romantic and passionate, and he loves showing his affection both physically and emotionally.

If you manage to catch his attention, you're in for a treat. At first, he'll be distant but always polite. When he likes you, and if you're worthy of it, he'll be possessive, obsessive, loving, and protective. At times he might even become quite jealous. He'll make time for you. Take you on dates that mean something. Tell you everything you want and need to know. The only downside is he is a bit clingy and requires a fair amount of attention.

He might be intense at times, but it would never be boring. He would always keep you on your toes and keep you guessing what he would do next. He would shower you with love and affection, but he would also keep you on your toes with his protectiveness and possessiveness. You would find that he is thoughtful and romantic but also strict and possessive. Dating him would be a roller coaster of emotions, but one that you would never want to end.

As a partner, he would be constantly expressing his love for you in both words and gestures. He would shower you with gifts and compliments, and always be there to support you and cheer you on. He would also do his best to fulfill your needs and desires, both physically and emotionally. In return, you would find that he tries to be a patient, understanding, and forgiving individual. He would always work to resolve conflicts in a calm and mature manner and would value the bond that you share above all else.

He would show affection in many ways. He would provide support and comfort when you needed it. He would cook for you, write you letters and texts, and surprise you with thoughtful gifts. He would make sure to listen to you and be present in your life. When possible, he would also shower you with physical affection, hugs, and kisses. He would take time out of his day to make you feel loved and appreciated.

Some of his favorite kinks involve showing off his body and being admired by you. He enjoys feeling desired and sexy, and he gets a thrill from knowing that you find him attractive.

He likes to be dominant in the bedroom. He enjoys being the one in control and dictating the pace and intensity of the action. He likes to be the one who takes the lead and gives you orders. However, he also likes to be submissive at times and let you take control. He enjoys switching roles and experimenting with different dynamics, all to ensure the most enjoyable and pleasurable experience for both of you.

He enjoys exploring your body and finding new ways to please you. He likes to find your sensitive spots and use them to slowly and sensually build up the tension until you are begging for release. He also likes to use toys and other tools to enhance the experience for both of you. He wants to explore and try new and exciting things, and he gets a thrill from seeing his partner being swept up in the moment. He wants you both to achieve ultimate pleasure in all of your sensual encounters.

If you are into it, he is open to experimenting and trying new things. As far as sex positions go, he is open to trying different positions and finding he has no problem with hitting it from behind.

He enjoys using toys and other accessories to enhance your sexual experience. He finds it exhilarating to experiment with different toys and outfits, and he enjoys seeing your reaction when you try something new.

He also enjoys role-playing and pretending to be different characters, as it makes sex more fun and interesting. He wants your sexual relationship to be playful, creative, and entertaining as well as satisfying and physically stimulating.

He enjoys both romantic and wild, animalistic sex. In romantic sex, he loves to have a deep, emotional connection with you and to show his love through intimacy. In more animalistic sex, he likes to be wild and impulsive, letting go of his inhibitions and simply enjoying the pleasure of the moment.

He likes to explore different positions and fetishes with you, and he enjoys switching between being in control and being submissive. Most importantly, he wants to make sure that you are satisfied and have a pleasurable experience.

#hvitserk x reader #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk imagine #vikings imagine #history channels vikings #vikings #dating would include

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bjornswoman · 1 year

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Lies I

Author's note: Hey guys! I did as I promised I started writing Lies and almost finished. You will have all the parts within some time. Thank you for your support all this time. Also, inform me if you want to be in the taglist. Thank you again.

Pairing: Modern!Hvitserk x Fem!Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, series, romance, drama, fluff, angst.

Summary: Your first encounter with Hvitserk after a long time.

Warnings: A lot of drama, lies, jealousy.

Lies | Prologue |

Some years after....

Your eyes were following the drops of the rain falling on the streets of Copenhagen wetting them without mercy.

Your hands were wrapped firmly around the cup of hot tea you were holding.

It was a relaxing autumn night. You were alone in your apartment watching the light of the city.

"Mommy!" Your five years old boy's voice sounded coming from the front door and you smiled immediately, turning your head around to look at him.

Wilder run to you and you opened your hands to welcome him in a hug – a really tight one.

"Easy, I'm gonna burn you!" You laughed leaving the hot cup on the coffee table which was next to your armchair. "How was your football practise?" You asked in soft tone of voice when you pulled away and his green eyes – just like his father's – eyeing you.

He was resembling Hvitserk so much and it felt strange. Every time you would look at him, your heart would lose a beat. Everything you could have with Hvitserk was coming to your mind.

Only if he wanted a future just like this one with. Having children together. Living together. Loving each other.

Apart from the looks, he had inherited some of the qualities of his character. Wilder was funny, sarcastic, playfull, but also, stubborn and things had to be just the way he wanted, always.

But the most terrifying one was his love and passion for football.

Your son had shown his love for this particular sport since he could walk. He used to kick the ball whenever it made it close to his feet and you adored it. Now, at the age of five, he was even playing in an unprofessional team along with children of his age. And Wilder was good at it. It must be coming from Hvitserk's genes.

"It was perfect! I even scored two times!" Wilder exclaimed and continued to analyze to you all about his practise. You were focused on him the whole time. You always did hear his little talks about the sport.

"Wilder was the best. He has a brilliant future in the sport." A voice heard from the hallway and you turned your eyes to find Danger, walking through the living room to get to you two. He was holding Wilder's practice sack which he left on the floor when he made it to you.

Danger was one of your closest friends. The person who agreed to become a father figure for your son. You weren't married or anything and also, Wilder knew that he wasn't his biological father, but he was there for you two. You shared the same apartment and were the boy's parents, but that was it. After all, it was a common secret that Danger was head over heels in love with Donna, you closest and oldest friend.

These two – Donna and Danger – were the only people who helped you when you decided to raise the baby you carried inside your body all by yourself.

"I know that. I have seen him in action." You smiled placing a loving kissing on your son's forehead as Wilder was trying to free himself from your hands. Something you didn't let him do. You wrapped him even tighter to you, laughing and giggling.

"Let me go!" He exclaimed among his laughter.

"You need a hot bath, young man." You spoke when you set him free from the firm hug and you stood on your feet.

Wilder run to the bathroom and you were to follow him to help him take his bath, but Danger's warm hand on your right wrist stopped you. His grip wasn't a strong one, he didn't hurt you. He just stopped you.

"The wedding is tomorrow." He reminded you in a calm but serious tone.

You exhaled a long breath you didn't know you were keeping in your lungs.

You neither had forgotten not had wanted to remember about this event. The wedding of Janet and Rafe – some friends from your past. Two of the people who belonged in the group you met Hvitserk. They were his friends.

At least Rafe. In fact, they were really close friends, they even used to be teammates when Hvitserk played for his former team.

Your body tensed as you reminded.

At first, when the invitation made it to your hands, you were certain that you wouldn't attend, like all the other events these people invited you to the past five years. But, Donna insisted that you should attend just to avoid the rumors and gossips speading about you. You didn't care about that, but you cared for your child and as much as you tried to avoid seeing the child, they had and the gossips were on fire.

Donna had also ensured you that much to Rafe's displeasure, Hvitserk wouldn't attend the wedding. He had mentioned that he had some issues with his busy program that were keeping him in England. You had avoided any kind of meeting with him or people around him, like the members of his family or some close friends those years, not wanting them to learn the truth.

That was how she persuaded you to attend. She ensured that you would stick together like the old times and Danger would be by your side, like always. They wouldn't let you face those awful people all by yourself.

"I am aware of that." You managed to say as you pulled your hand away from his loose grip.

"Alright, but... are you ready about it?"

You expected this question from somebody that wasn't you and that was because you did asked that same question over and over to yourself. It was a big risk. Both Janet and Rafe were public faces and that meant that their wedding was a big matter for the press.

You were trying to keep your calm about the following day, because, after all, that was all you needed. You had to be calm. If you were, they wouldn't suspect and even if they did, they wouldn't have any sign to prove it.

After all, Danger had big green eyes as well and his hair was light-brown. Although, Wilder was not Danger's, but Hvitserk's.

"Yes, I will be fine. Donna and I have taken care of the situation. Don't worry, just be there and.... you know.... doing your thing like.... like always?" You didn't really make sense pf what was coming out of your mouth. It was nonsense, but somehow Danger understood your point and smiled at you.

"I know." Was all he muttered and you smiled warmly.

"Thank you."

"Don't your ever say that." His tone was more playful after those words. "Now go to your kid, he is not the most patient boy I have even seen in my life." He ponted out and you both laughed. "Another quality of his father."

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Weddings weren't your thing. It reminded you of a life you would never have a chance to live. Or even if you had, it wouldn't be close enough. But that wasn't the only reason behind it.

You really didn't want to marry before, but after all those that happened with Hvitserk and your son, you really didn't have any chance. Not due to being a single mother, but due to trust.

You really couldn't trust any man close to you or your son, except, of course, Danger. Sure there were more men like him, but you didn't have to time or the need to meet them. You just had accepted the fact that this life wasn't made for you.

You had already had the perfect life. A good job which was providing Wilder and yourself, a son who you loved more than anything else in the whole world and good friends who you owed a lot to.

Anyways, this wedding was a different situation. Double-faced people and pretender that was all you could spo in front of you. People who were studying all of your littlest movement and taking to gossip about it later in a smaller circle which would spread the rumor to other circles like the first one.

"Don't be so displeased to be here. It's way to obvious." Donna stated as she stood next to you sipping champagne from the glass she was holding.

"You know my feelings about weddings and especially about this parody of a wedding." You murmured watching at the circles the guests had formed which contained all the gossips. You had overheard some of it.

Harald Finehair had formed a political kind of alliance with some Swedish politic that was very beneficial for him, but quite the opposite for the Lothbrok family.

Bjorn Ironside Lothbrok had found another mistress to please him and he wasn't hiding the fact. They were even spotted making out in public eye.

Ubbe Lothbrok was talking a divorce and there were rumors about another woman in his life. Something that you doubted, considering the person he was. Ubbe wasn't that kind of man, he wasn't a cheater. He was the most responsible and kind person you had met during the time you knew his brother. Ubbe was different from his strange family, he was trying to keep them all in balance and that was really difficult to do, considering who his family were and what kind of power they possessed.

But the great new of the day, the first and last they were whispering about was you. Well, not just you in person. They were talking about Danger and you and your son. How straing it was to be with someone, married, and having a child and that someone wasn't even Hvitserk.

"You made quite a good gossip in here you know." She stated thinking exactly the thing you were, as you caught some eyes wandering at your direction.

"I noticed. At least, if it is to make his family's ears, they would state that there was a father around." You continued looking at Danger who was speaking smoothly with a man about something he was very passionate about and you smiled. "And they may forgot to state it, but I see some kind of resemblance."

Donna looked at Danger and then at you narrowing her eyes at you when she turned to face you again.

"Oh, come on. There are not just the colors that can be considered as resemblance and if they are, that's the only common thing they share. But with – you know who – he has everything in common. I don't how is that even possible for a father and son to look and are actually so much alike."

Her words were all true. It was the only true, in fact and you knew well. Both of you did and it had to stay that way. Nobody should learn the truth, you couldn't afford it. It had been difficult but not bad. And if Hvitserk had wanted to be with you to commit with you in any kind, he would have come back and ask for another chance, a real one. Only then he would now the truth and would he a real family.

But that was not going to happen. Hvitserk was living his best life away from you and any kind of commitment. After all, that was all he even wanted and he, finally, had it.

"That's the one side of the coin, but the other—" You didn't get to finish because Donna's elbow made to your side and hit you slightly just to stop talking, because someone was approaching you. Just in time you stopped and forced a smile on your face to greet Janet.

"You two had been whispering for a long time back here. I hope you like what you see." Janet spoke all smiling.

"Actually, we were about—" You didn't really know what to say, so gladly Donna stopped you and she spoke herself. You were grateful to her for that.

"We were talking about (Y/N)'s wedding. The way we want it to be. You see, she and Danger are not married yet, but the decided that after five years and a child, is time to move on the next step." Donna spilled the lie like a natural and felt your eyes widening way too much. You almost even choked on your own saliva.

You weren't so grateful anymore.

Janet, in the other hand, seemed delighted when she heard the news. She turned to look at you with a quite shocked expression.

"I thought Danger was your husband." She spoke to Donna and then she was just paying attention to you again. "But that's very happy to hear! It's actually very good news! But quite strange as well, you see, all of us thought that one day you and Hvitserk – you know – but that's very nice. After all, you know Hvitserk he can't settle down for anything more than uncommitted sex."

Her last words were obviously meant to hurt you or to tease you. Sure, they were be said to remind you that even when you had something with Hvitserk, it wasn't serious. It was nothing and they liked to tease and gossip about it.

"Everything happens for the best they say." You managed to speak quicker than Donna and you hand moved to her shoulder to stop her from saying something that she would regret about saying later.

"I believe that as well." She responded and came to stand next to you, watching you like she wanted to interrogate you, but you weren't afraid of her, not of any of these vipers in the room. You knew them, you had faced them in the past. "Now tell me—" She didn't get to finish this time, not because of you of Donna, but of another loud voice speaking.

"Oh man!" Rafe screamed happily and run towards the entrance of the fance huge hall they had chosen for the after party of their wedding. "I thought you wouldn't come!" He spoke again and hugged tightly the person he was talking to.

When they stepped closer and walked together, you could see clear enough who the man was. Rafe's left had was wrapped around his shoulder and his other had was hitting slightly his chest as both them was laughing.

And laughter. That god-damned laughter you knew it quite well. By hard to be honest. Mischievous smile, playful eyes. It all sreamed the name of the man you wanted to avoid the most – Hvitserk.

When you saw him walking through your direction with Rafe, you felt your legs become jelly. You knew that you would collapse. You were ready for that. You heart was pounding inside your chest and you hands were shaking.

Donna placed a hand around your own hand which was holding her moments ago. Her eyes turned to you, studying you carefully as your own eyes were stuck on him. His green eyes turned to you too.

"You sneaky boy!" Janet exclaimed and hugged Hvitserk. His hands wrapped around her as well, but his eyes were on you only. "I thought you had said that due to some business of yours you wouldn't make it." She said when they pulled apart and her hand was laying on his biceps.

"And I didn't lie. I just flew here from London. I wouldn't miss for the world. The last one of my friends on the hagging." He mocked both of them and laughed at his friend.

"You are the only single one in the club now." Rafe stated and Hvitserk smirked at him.

"Am I though?" Hvitserk asked his eyes locked on your for a couple of minutes and then he looked at something behind then. Well, not something, someone.

A brunette woman showed up next to him. When he saw her, his smirk grew wider and he wrapped his free hand around her. She was beautiful, like one of those well-known models.

Who else Hvitserk would date, of course it would be a model. She was laughing at something the four of them were saying, something you didn't pay attention to.

This woman seemed cute and sweet. Not snob as you thought all models had been.

"So, Thora it was?" Donna spoke next to you to the woman Hvitserk came with.

"Yes and you might be?" The woman – Thora – asked looking at both of you. Her voice was as sweet as her face was.

"I'm Donna and that's (Y/N)." Donna was the one to answer her and even shake her hand. You were stuck on your position. You couldn't move or form in kind of words.

Your past was back, haunting you.

This all was like a nightmare. You were trying to force yourself to wake up. This was not right. He was not there.

Except that he was and his eyes along with everyone's else's from that little circle were on you, eyeing you with curiosity as you stood there emotionless.

"She's not really the outgoing kind. Don't mind her. In fact, (Y/N) is really shy." Donna was ranting restlessly and you weren't even paying any kind of attention.

All of your own attention was on the man in front of your eyes. The one who had hurt you the most five years ago. The one you loved so much.

Hvitserk was as playful as ever if not more. His hair was braided tightly in an elegant way and on his face who could spot short beard, maybe a week's beard. He wore one of those fancy tuxedo and a golden rolex on his right wrist.

You shook your head trying not to stare at him any longer. Your eyes turned to the woman and you forced another smile on your lips.

"Excuse me for my poor manners. I was just a little surprised to see Hvitserk after so long and with such a beautiful woman like you and–" You stopped for a moment to take a breath. You didn't know that you weren't breathing all this time. "– did I hear right? Did Hvitserk Lothbrok settled down?" Your voice was louder, you tried to sound surprised and happy and all for the couple in front of you.

Even the thought of him being married to her made your heart breaking once more because of him. You forced that feeling away waiting their response.

She smiled and you wanted to collapse on the floor crying. But you contained yourself. The only thing you didn't know was the amount of time that these heels needed before they break and you fall on the ground, crying.

"Well..." Her words came out as a song. A terrific one for you. "We did get engaged and almost married one drunken night, but thay can wait. For now I just call him fiance." She replied wrapped both of her hands around his neck placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"What about you though?" Hvitserk was the one to ask, but you didn't get to answer a smal voice yet loud spoke it for you.

"Mommy, I–" Your son's voice stopped when he saw all the people around you and just smiled coming to you.

This was the worst nightmare. Your son close to his real father. You could die right there. You were trying to wake up only realizing that this was real, this was happening and you could nothing to prevent it.

"Hi again!" Hvitserk gritted your little boy and you eyes grew wider. Your hand grapped Donna's arm who looked as upset as you did, and steadied yourself on her.

Hvitserk kneeled on Wilder weight and smiled at him.

"Hi." Your son said happily and you wrapped your other hand around him defensive.

"Wilder, my love." Before you could get your head to think what to ask actually, your son turned his big green eyes to look at you, still smiling.

"Mommy! That's Hvitserk Lothbrok, my favorite player. He played with us for a while that was what I wanted to tell you before!" You son was excited, he was living his best dream and you your worst nightmare.

Your heart would break from the incredibly fast way it was running inside your chest. If Donna hadn't been here, holding you, you would hve collapsed on the cold floor.

"'Mommy'? I wasn't aware that you are a mother." Hvitserk stated standing from the floor and fixing his eyes on you.

You smiled trying to form the right words.

"Yeah, it all happened after you left and it was really fast." Your gaze run around to find Danger just to you a little bit and when you did, you could see the anxiety on his face as he was walking to you.

You felt relieved when he was right next to you his hands around Wilder and then Wilder on his lap. Danger smilled at you and you smiled back.

"The man of the hour you were just talking about you and (Y/N) and Wilder." Donna spoke motioning to him a little not to say anything which would make them suspicious about the relationship between you.

Instead of saying something, Danger left a quick soft kiss on your cheek and then played with Wilder.

"Daddy!" The little boy exclaimed laughing when his father figure was tickling him.

"Don't tell me that you tickle!" Danger was mocking him and then turned to the adults around him. "Excuse me, duty calls I have to teach this young man how to kick the ball." Danger excused himself and Wilder and you smilled thankfully for taking Wilder away from Hvitserk, mouthing a 'thank you' to him.

"I am playing better than you, dad!"

"I don't think so!"

You could hear the two men of your life teasing and you smilled.

"Your son is a very beautiful and clever child." Hvitserk spoke first and you felt the same thing which burned your throat to continue burn it again.

"He is just like his father." You said looking straight at him, meaning every word that dropped from your mouth.

"Yeah, I noticed." He muttered and then grapped a glass from a nearby table and sipped some champagne. "I have a question though."

"And this might be?"

"How is possible that I don't know Danger? I mean were close friends before I leave." He stated suspicious and you took a deep breath before telling the lie you had prepared long time ago to say when someone asked that question.

"You know I had some issues at the time and I met Danger under weird circumstances, we hooked up sometimes and that's Wilder came up. We decided to keep the child and raise him together. Also, to be faster than you – 'cause I know this question is following – we're not married yet, but this is the year that is going to happen." You spilled your lie avoiding to fully look at him in the eyes.

He nodded when you finished and them placed a small on his face.

"Don't forget to invite us." Was the only thing he stated and you smiled as well.

"Count on that."

After that, they started walking and talking with people you didn't know. You caught Hvitserk's eyes on you some times, but nothing more than that.

"I think we got away with it, just for now." Donna stated and downed all the champagne her glass contained. "I feel that I can breathe again." She whispered and you smiled sadly.

"I don't think that I'll be able to breathe normally all the time that we'll stay here." You spoke and glanced at Hvitserk once more.

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Once your were at home and Wilder was sleeping on his bed because of the long day he had, you sat by your favorite window gazing at the buzy life of the city. A glass of wine was settled in your hand and you sipped from it.

Your mind was running back to the moment you saw Hvitserk again after all those years and to the woman by his side. He had moved on, but not you. You couldn't.

It hurt you that he had decided to settle down with one woman and fave a real family with her and that woman wasn't you.

Also, it was hurtful lying to his face just like that, but you had no other option. After all, you wouldn't see him ever again after the wedding day. You didn't dare to show up on placed you used to go back then, neither spending time with your common friends.

Hvitserk would go back to London and this nightmare would be over. He would marry Thora and the matter would be over.

You would send him back to the cold dark place he owned in your mind and everything would be as it had been all this time that he hadn't been around.

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woahhhgwendolyn · 5 months

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Falling Asleep On Hvitserk Would Include...

-At first, he would be very surprised that you had fallen asleep on him, but then he would just smile cause of how cute he thought it was that you feel asleep on him.

-He ends up putting you on his lap a little bit so that you are more comfortable sleeping on him.

-He knows that you do not get much sleep at night recently, so he is not upset at all that you had fallen asleep on him.

-The men around him find him soft now because of you and tell him that he should not let you sleep on him.

-His brothers on the other hand think it is so cute that he lets you do that and finds it cute in general that you fell asleep on him.

-Some women around you when you slept on him start to get a little jealous of you both. But eventually get over it and thinks it's cute.

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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."

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