#torvi and ubbe

[marvelous-alexa]

#vikings #vikings valhalla #ted lasso #chicago fire #chicago pd #cable girls #peter and rose #the night agent #violet and hawkins #ed and lorraine #matt and elektra #bela and eric #daredevil #harald and freydis #keeley and roy #torvi and ubbe #angeles and cristobal #usnavi and vanessa #victor and luisa #jay and erin #tim and lyla #leo and april #barbie and julia #vic and ripley #gwendolyn and gideon #station 19 #the sex lives of college girls #in the heights #mortel #friday night lives

[vikingsbifrost]

#vikings #ragga ragnars #gunnhild #alex høgh andersen #ivar #ivar the boneless #alex hogh andersen #alex hoegh andersen #gee hirst #torvi #alexander ludwig #bjorn #jordan patrick smith #ubbe

[sigridsdottir]

vikings + kids (1/?)

none of these pics are mine. if u want credit for any edits, please let me know! :)

#vikings #vikingsedit #vikings fandom #vikings fanart #ragnar lothbrok #ragnarssons #auslaug #lagertha #ubbe lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #sigurd lothbrok #ivar the boneless #bjorn ironside #porunn #torvi #jordan patrick smith #alexander ludwig #travis fimmel #alexander høgh anderson #marco ilsoe #people #vikingskids

[therealvikingstrash]

Pekitaulet instructing Nikani to help with a fussy Baby Ragnar

Ubbe and Torvi's reluctance to hand over their son as requested by @daybreak96

#vikings #ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #baby ragnar #ragnar ubbeson #pekitaulet #nikani #torvi #mi'kmaq #vtrash gifs #vikings history #filled request #daybreak96 #I threw in more Nikani and Baby Ragnar because she's so cute with him

[ofmanderley]

UBBE + TORVI - VIKINGS S5, EP7.

#ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #torvi #jordan patrick smith #georgia hirst #vikings #caps #s5

[not-that-syndrigast]

Barbenheimer/Vikings

i finally watched both movies, so here's my take on which movie the characters would watch/like.

Ragnar - Barbie Stan the second he was born. He dresses up funnily and hell does he love the movie. That's his Joker

Athelstan - Oppenheimer. But Ragnar would make him watch Barbie and he would like both movies, but Oppenheimer just instantly catches his interest.

Lagertha - you already know, she's OWNING Barbie. And she won't take anyone's bullshit on it. She knows it doesn't end sexism but she really enjoys the movie.

Floki - Oppenheimer. If you know, you know

Björn - Oppenheimer, not because he is interested in history like Athelstan but he unironically quotes Oppenheimer cause he thinks it's "manly" and "cool".

Ubbe - he takes the family to see Barbie. We all know it. Torvi has to explain some things to him, but he's happy about it and listens.

Torvi - obviously a Barbie queen. She dresses up really cool and will fistfight anyone that looks the wrong way at her or any other girl.

Hvitserk - watches Barbie. 100%. Gets forced to watch Oppenheimer but falls asleep halfway through. Maybe he dresses up for it (Torvi so hypes him up)

Ivar - he also unironically thinks the bomb was cool AND forces hvitserk to watch it with him. Fucking weirdo.

End note:

I recently watched both movies and both movies have great actors, cinematography and music. Barbies story kind of falls flat but it's a great introduction to feminism for younger people or dads. Oppenheimer kinda icked me because the story was really good and interesting but it seemed kind of sexist and some of the fans lack serious media literacy

#vikings #vikings imagine #athelstan #ragnar lothbrok #lagertha #floki #bjorn ironside #ubbe ragnarsson #torvi #hvitserk ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #barbie #oppenheimer #barbenheimer

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings + curls and afros

Summary: how would the Vikings react to seeing their friend/partner/... with an afro/big curls for the first time after taking their braids ouut

A/N: I’m so honored that you feel comfy with requesting this from me anon <3

Had to do some research, and I hope I got everything right :) if there’s something off, please correct me in the comments/reblogs

Tagged: @bragisrunes, @demon-of-the-ancient-world, @alicedopey

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

He kinda jumps when he turns around and sees you for the first time

(probably bc he’s high and didn’t realize what was occurring)

He’s one of those annoying people who just touch your hair without permission

So many questions, so unintentionally disrespectful

Lagertha

So in awe of your curls

She loves her hair and loves braiding it

But she’s blonde and white so volume does not exist to her

Will ask you if she can braid it the next time you want it braided

Greatest viking x afro hairstyles

Bjorn

He cannot comprehend

How does your hair just… do that?

It looks so normal when it’s braided and then it’s just suddenly so big and pretty

In absolute awe

He can appreciate art when he sees it

Ubbe

Also very fascinated

Asks you to explain different hairtypes to him

Makes a joke about wanting kids with your type of hair

Highkey thinks you look stunning with your curls

Asks you to never braid your hair again

Hvitserk

Doesn’t notice at first

He’s too busy eating something, but then he sees your hair out of the corner of his eye

And boom, he can’t stop staring

Thinks curls are super cool

Asks if there’s any way he can get them

Don’t tell him abt perms. He tries to do it to himself

Sigurd

I totally agree that Sigurd would be very jealous

Listens to your explanation, is still unsatisfied and wants volume

Tries to tease his hair endlessly

He gets a little more volume, but it’s raining that day

Steps outside for two seconds, ends up looking like a wet poodle

Ivar

Also slightly obsessed with your hair

He offers to get you any products you might need after he learns that curly hair needs a different kind of care

he’s someone who hoards knowledge like a dragon gold, so you can teach him just about everything about afros, curls and their history

gets angry on your behalf when people behave disrespectfully

Torvi

another queen of braids who will beg you to let her do your next hairdo

wants to learn about different hair textures and how curls work

she’s interested in how you manage an afro in day-to-day life – I think especially in viking life afros might be a little difficult to manage

she realizes that the climate is very damaging to your hair and searches through her own stock of hair care to help you

very sweet

#torvi #ivar #sigurd #ubbe #hvitserk #bjorn #lagertha #ragnar #vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #history vikings #ivar lothbrok #ubbe x reader #torvi x reader #vikings imagine #hvitserk x reader #bjorn x reader #lagertha x reader

[incorrectvikings]

Ubbe, while everybody is stranded in the boat with no water: As far as plans go, this is not a good one.

Torvi: Ubbe, this was your plan.

Ubbe: I didn’t think you’d actually say yes.

#source: arrow #ubbe ragnarsson #torvi #vikings #vikings series

[we-are-only-halfway-home93]

Come and Lay the Roses 36- Angel of Mercy- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: Aaline and Ivar are finally reunited.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of rape/sexual assault

Ch. 35

AN: Wow. It's been a long time. I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time and haven't been able to pin down why I waited so long to update. Part of me blames writer's block, part of me blames my schedule and timing, but the biggest thing I think that kept me from updating was that this would mean the end of this journey.

I came up with the idea for this story in May 2019 and after four years, it's finally finished. I don't think I was ready to end this journey and part with Aaline and the Lothbrok clan. I've been telling myself for weeks that I need to finish it and I've finally decided that I'm ready to end this journey.

I thank all of you who have stuck with me on this adventure.

“Angel of mercy, how did you find me? How did you pick me up again? Angel of mercy, how did you move me? Why am I on my feet again?”

~ “Mercy” by OneRepublic

She was warm. A marked difference from the last few weeks of her existence. She inhaled deeply and slowly, allowing the world to come back into focus. She blinked and surveyed the room she was in. 

It was her room. Her and Ivar’s. The curtains were closed except for a six inch gap that allowed sunlight to stream in and light up the dim room. There was just enough to maneuver the room but not wake her.

She shifted and winced at the sharp pain that lanced through her back. It would’ve been gracious to call the bed she’d slept on for the last few weeks a cot. It was barely more than a metal frame with a threadbare mattress. The metal bars had dug painfully into her bones for the few days she tried to sleep on it. Eventually she took to sleeping on the floor. It was more comfortable by far but still gave her stiff muscles. Sleeping on a real mattress had done little to ease the ache. 

She shifted slowly up to her elbows and glanced around. Clothes were littered on the floor. A serving tray of dirty dishes sat on the dresser across the room and a half full glass of water on the nightstand. She looked at the alarm clock and noted that it was the middle of the afternoon. 

She didn’t know how long she’d slept or how many days had passed since her rescue. She felt grimy and dirty and knew she hadn’t been bathed since then. She decided not to wait around for someone to help her and hoisted herself out of the bed. 

With stiff legs, she made her way to the bathroom and blinked rapidly against the bright white light that penetrated her eyes. She smiled at the bouquet of black roses that were situated in the middle of the counter. Ivar had even left a short note expressing his love. He didn’t date stamp it so she didn’t know when he’d written it but she settled it back on the counter anyway, contentment thriving through her veins. 

She switched the shower head on high and undressed. Someone, probably Ivar, had dressed her simply. She pulled the black comfort t-shirt over her head and slipped her panties down her legs. The dirt and grime from the concrete room she’d been held in still decorated her body in streaks of gray and black and brown. She looked at her face in the mirror and narrowed her eyes at the vibrant purple bruise along her jaw and the dried blood that had caked itself in her nostrils and along her upper lip. 

She tried to comb the rat's nest that was her hair so she didn’t tangle it further in the shower but there was little hope for the strands. She pushed it back from her face and stepped into the shower when the steam fogged up the mirror beyond sight. 

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her mouth. The hot air filled her lungs and she felt herself relax. Her muscles began to unclench and she could feel her body disengaging from fight or flight mode. 

Once the trembling in her hands had stopped, she picked up Ivar’s shampoo and dropped a generous dollop in her hand. She massaged the minty soap through her hair and shivered as her scalp began to tingle. 

She combed her fingers through the knots as best she could, wincing at the extra sharp tugs that befell her scalp when she came to a particularly vicious snarl. She rinsed the lather and began again, working to clean all the grease and grime from her hair that she could manage.

She used her own rose scented body wash to scrub the dirt and grime from her body, scrubbing twice like she did for her hair, before turning to the leave in conditioner. She worked the lather into her hair before tilting her head back and closing her eyes, letting the hot water pelt her chest and stomach. 

She startled at the sound of the bathroom slamming open. She barely had time to shut the water off before the shower door slid open and she was pulled into Ivar’s arms. He didn’t seem to mind that she was soaking wet and dampening his clothes. He pulled her out of the steam and lifted her, settling her on the counter top. She shivered against the temperature difference and he left her arms only long enough to wrap a towel around her shoulders. 

He returned to her embrace and she wrapped her arms and legs around him fully, holding him in the embrace of her body. She felt him sign against her neck and knew it was a weight leaving his shoulders. He pulled back and pushed her hair behind her ears with the flat of his palm. She nuzzled into the contact. 

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his fingers combing through the wet strands of her hair. She nodded against his palm and tangled her fingers in the longer strands of hair at the nape of his neck. 

“How many people did you kill searching for me?” She asked. He smirked and stepped out of her embrace. He took a second towel from the rack on the wall and began meticulously drying her off. He started from the top, softly stroking the towel over her hair, squeezing the ends. He trailed it across her shoulders and down her arms, stroking over the crease of her elbow and over the backs of her hands. He even toweled off the spaces between her fingers.

“Innumerable. There is no number that will equal how precious your life is to me.” He answered. He brought the towel to her legs and traced her thighs and hips. She sucked in a soft breath when he gently toweled off the space between her legs, stroking the curls and dragging between the crease of her thigh. He smirked before stepping back and lifting first one leg and then the other, settling the balls of each foot on his chest and he dried her calves and feet. 

When he was satisfied, he pulled open the mirror and reached for her lotion and moisturizer. She closed her eyes and he traced his fingers gently over the planes of her face, taking care with her bruises. He rubbed in her moisturizer before opening her lotion and smoothing his hands over her chest. She shuddered when he worked the lather into her breasts, the spaces of his fingers catching on her nipples in a way that she wasn’t a hundred percent certain was accidental. 

She opened her eyes when he withdrew and almost shouted when he lifted her from the counter and returned to the bedroom. She let him settle her on the bed as he pulled a new shirt, his, and new underwear, hers, from the dresser.

He took her breath away when he dropped to a knee before her and, not once breaking eye contact, slid her panties up her legs. She shifted so he could settle them over her hips. He hovered over her, his mouth a hair's breadth away from hers but denied her a kiss. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.” She whispered. He grinned before picking up the new t-shirt and sliding it over her head without ceremony. She laughed as she pulled her head through the neck and slid her arms through the sleeves.

Ivar grew serious as soon as she reappeared and she twisted around on the bed to face him. She let him examine her face, which she knew was a mess of cuts and bruises. “I’m fine, Ivar.” She said.

He met her eyes and gave her a sad smile. She leaned forward into his space. “You know, this whole time I’ve been awake, you haven’t kissed me.” Ivar tilted his head to the side, his smile growing playful. “Kiss me, husband.” She said, and Ivar was unable to do anything but obey. 

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking entrance almost immediately. She moaned and pressed forward, deepening their kiss. Ivar groaned and pulled back, licking his lip. She grinned at him, blood on her teeth. Ivar growled and leaned forward, his hand settling at her throat and squeezing.

She groaned as Ivar tilted her head to the side and trailed kisses down the side of her throat. They left fire in their wake and Aaline sighed, settling her hands on Ivar’s forearms as he maneuvered her head whichever way he wanted.

She trailed her hands up his arms to his shoulders, tightening her fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt. “There’s something that I have to tell you.” Ivar hummed as he licked a line up the left side of her throat. She moaned when he nipped at the hinge of her jaw. 

“I’ve been meaning to say it for awhile butー” She’s cut off as a whimper works its way past her lips when Ivar sucked a mark into her throat at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Ivar hummed and switched sides, trailing nipping kisses up the other side of her neck. She knew she’d have marks to show for his affections. 

“What did you want to say?” He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He traced the curve of it with his tongue before biting the lobe. She gasped and clutched tighter as his shoulders. 

“I didn’t tell you before. I was afraid.” Ivar pulled back and met her eyes, his hands moving to cup her face. His thumbs stroked over her cheekbones. She blinked at him, her hands releasing his shirt and smoothing out the fabric.

“I love you.” She whispered, her voice trembling. Ivar hummed and stroked his thumb across her cheek. He leaned for and settled his forehead against hers.

“As I love you.” He responded. Aaline released a watery laugh before surging forward and kissing him. Ivar laughed and opened his mouth to her, letting her devour him. She sat up on her knees and pressed bodily against him. Ivar groaned and stroked his hands down her back, reveling in the feeling of his wife safe in his arms again. 

Aaline giggled as Ivar’s hands smoothed up her back, taking her t-shirt with him on his way. She settled in his lap, relief flowing through her veins as her husband proceeded to make love to her.

@dreamlesswonder86 @youbloodymadgenius @inforapound @bcarolinablr @funmadnessandbadassvikings @jay-bel @feyrearcheron-nightcourt @londongal2810 @khiraeth @didiintheblog @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff @kingniazx @revolution-starter @0hsappho @love-all-things-writing

#ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar x oc #lagertha #mafia au #bjorn lothbrok #bjorn x torvi #ubbe x margrethe #hvitserk x thora #hvitserk lothbrok #sigurd x oc #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd lothbrok #ragnarn lothbrok #ragnar #arranged marriage #modern au #vikings #crime au #come and lay the roses

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

To be in the favor of Gods... PART 4.

AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

Part 3 here.

I know my sister. If they would marry her, and she'd somehow agree, she wouldn't share you with another... she'd rather slit your throats herself..and don't tell me two of the most infamously insaitable sons of Ragnar would be up for celibacy for one scarred woman.. - he said before walking away.

-Don't give up my boys, your mother still has her gifts and how many times did we have sex?!...

3 years later....

Halfdan was away raiding with Bjorn, Halfdan tried to take Kattegat but failed. Alsaug and Ragnar wre now dead. Their sons bloodthirsty, you saw it all. Since you have told Harald that the gods will not let him take Kattegat for now, he was angry. He kicked you out, saying that you must be the whore of Ragnar's sons. So this is how you have found yourself as a servant of Lagertha. Servant, and friend. You were good with kids, your cooking was like it was straight from valhalla, and you were good with healing too. Not to mention your gifts. You had your own hut now. One night, you woke up to Ivar breathing down in your face, holding a knife to your throat.

-You will show me my future or i'll kill you. - he threatened.

You angrily sat up, took the his hand with the knife in it, and cut your palm, holding it up for him to drink, before putting another hand on his temple.

You both saw all the anger, you both saw the past, how he threatened Margrethe, this is also how you found Ubbe was actually married now. You saw him on a carriage in battle, anger and victroy flashing in his eyes. Yet you never saw any woman or any love in his future, nor children. When he opened his eyes again, you let go of him, turning your back to him trying to go back to sleep. In the morning you found a boquet of flowers next to you. It must have been him. He might have a heart after all. You set it aside, getting ready for your day.

In the great hall Lagertha and Torvi looked at eachother after seeing your bandaged hand. You knew they saw it. So you left, saying you'll gather some mushrooms for the soup.

In the forest Ubbe surprises you as you were washing the mushrooms in the stream.

-Why didn't you send the children to gather mushrooms?

-I needed a break from people. - you said with a smile.

-What happened to your hand? - he asked.

-I cut it. - you told him with a straight face, urging away the tears that threatened to escape.

-For whom? - he asked as he sat down behind you gathering you in his arms, gently taking your bandaged hand.

-It doesn't matter Ubbe.

-It matters to me. - he said touching his forehead to the back of your head as he holds you tighter.

-Why are you not with your wife Ubbe? -you asked still close to tears. You believed that now that your brothers disowned you you may had a future with him. Well, not anymore anyways.

He sighed and got up.

-She's fucking Hvitserk in the forest hut.. - he said before walking away.

When you got back Ivar was sitting with Lagherta with his most evil smile, Lagertha's face laced with worry as they both saw you.

-(Y/n)! - he said with fake happiness. - i told Lagherta what you had shown me about OUR future. She had blessed our marriage. We'll marry in 5 days at the full moon. - he smiled as he crawled away. As you stood there looking at Lagherta in disbelief the tears you tried to keep back finally escaping. You thought of running away, or killing yourself. You could not marry him. Surely he wouldn't have sex with you, you both knew that was impossible, but you were terrified of him. He was so full of anger it made him insane, ruthless. You did not love him. That night you visited Torvi and Lagherta, telling them you loved them and wished them the best, before leaving. Ivar got word of it, so he sent a searchparty after you. You were soon found, you tried to stand your ground but you were greatly outnumbered. You were taken back to Lagherta's and Ragnar's old farm, tied to the pillar in the middle. You were bleeding from various cuts, bruises started to form all over you. Then you saw noone for days. On the day of the full moon you saw the faceless bride again. There was no escaping this.

Ivar crawled in, smirking at your abused form. He got up close and held a knife to your face.

-I know you won't ever love me (Y/n), but i need you, you'll help me become even greater than my father.

-Not if it's not the gods's will. - you whispered.

-Well, just to be sure, no one else will ever want to marry you. - he said as he cut a line from your forehead down your cheek, nearly to your neck. He left your eye out. You were bleeding heavily. Slaves came in, crying at the sight, but they dressed you in a white gown, they hid your face with a white cloth, but you bled through it anyways, just as you bled on your dress too. You were the faceless bride in the blood soaked dress...

You don't remember the way to the dock, but you remember the tears and worry in Kattegat's eyes. There stood a man at the end of the dock, with Ivar smiling at you sickly as you tried to stumble towards him. Falling to your knees repeatedly. 20 ships arrived, but noone dared to look away from you. You were trying to walk to the end of the dock, as you wished Thor would strike you with his hammer so you'd die on the way. Ubbe stood behind Margrethe, on the other side stood Lagherta and Torvi. They all angry, yet they couldn't do anything. Ivar won.

As you now crawled halfway through the dock, you heard steps behind you, but dared not to look back. You were gathered in strong arms, before you were handed over to another. Bjorn took a look at your face, gave your nearly lifeless body to Halfdan (he did not know of your brother disowning you yet) before taking his axe and stroming towards Ivar.

-Bring my bride back Bjorn. - he smirked.

-Bride? You think that is how you're supposed to treat someone you want to marry?

-I don't need her pretty, i need her gifts.

Bjorn's nose flared, his jaw clenched in anger before he kicked Ivar's chair into the water, a few of his men already jumping after him.

-Don't you dare even look at her, or the next time, i'll tie you under my ship. - he said before walking away, trying to find you.

Lagherta was treating your cut when he found you, Halfdan was holding your hand to his lips as he prayed you'll make it at least for another day.

-Mother, why is she even here alone?

Lagherta looked at both.

-Harald disowned her, kicked her out in the wilderness after he had lost the battle for Kattegat, which she told him he would lose. I took her in. Ivar said she had shown him that they will marry. But i see now that wasn't true..

Halfdan looked at her in disbelief, then back at you.

-Poor, poor (Y/n).. how could our brother do this to you when you have told him the gods will? - Halfdan asked of nobody.

You were starting to regain consciousness when you hissed as someone grabbed your other hand as well. Panic setting in you started to trash around, until you heard Halfdan's comforting words.

-Shhh it's me sister, it's me, noone will hurt you anymore. shhh, you're safe.

You opened your eyes, looked at him, and then saw Bjorn, with tears in his eyes.

-B..bj...bjorn.. - you whispered.

-Yes, i'm here now. I won't leave you here again. - he said as he kissed your bandaged knuckles.

-You sure won't, i am taking her home. - noted Halfdan.

-N-n-no.. Har-Ha-Harald will kill me. - you said tears streaming down your face.

-I'll go talk to him.. - Halfdan said, before leaving.

-Pl.. please c-c-can you s..stay? - you asked Bjorn after your brother left.

He shutting the doors and windows before gently sitting next to you, holding your hand.

The next morning Lagherta opened the door, to see you sleeping while Bjorn also sleeps in a sitting position holding your hand. She smiled at this antic, wishing it will end well.

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You woke up to shouts.

Ubbe and Bjorn were shouting over your sleeping form.

-Our brother tried to kill her, and all you can think is leaving your fucking wife, so she'd marry you instead? Do you hear yourself Ubbe? Do you?

-I never loved Margrethe, and i love (Y/n), she is all i've ever loved..

-It is simply not for you to decide brother. Why don't you go and pray she'll make it until tomowwor after what Ivar did to her... - Bjorn said in anger, making you hiss as he gripped your bandaged handa bit too hard, making them look at you.

-I.. i will not marry anyone. Nor do any of you love me. I am still alive only cause of my gifts, and now that i won't even be pretty to look at, i may as well go out and die in the mountains.. - you whispered before trying to get up, but fail.

-(Y/n)... - Ubbe tried to plead.

-Just go.. both of you... - you said turning away from them.

The next time you woke up Lagherta was cleaning your scars gently.

-I'm glad you woke up.. You had a high fever and nigthmares for a week. - she said as she continued. - The boys came here every day to talk to you, hoping you'd hear..

-I.. i heard their stories. I just.. i couldn't tell which was a dream, which was a prophecy or them talking.. - you said.

-For which you wished to be true? - she asked, before the door creaked open to reveal Bjorn with an antler carved fully with runes. He basically ran in falling on his knees next to you as he saw you were awake.

-I'll leave you two to talk. - Laghertha said before gripping your hand and her son's shoulder with a smile.

-I thought you'll never wake up again. - he said bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving them there.

-Just another prophecy fulfilling itself. We both know i already have seen way past then the bloody bride. - you smiled at him, taking your hand from his, and gently cupping the side of his face. He leaned into your touch with his eyes closed.

-I just wish we could've skipped to the right parts.. - he whispered, his blue eyes shining at you.

-The gods like to test us. To humble us, to make us believe.. and i believe that is just what they did. I am still here, you are still here, you stll visit me every day. No matter that im hideous, or all that im good for is telling what the gods tell me to say..

-(Y/n).. you are so much more than that. You have sacrificed yourself for our people, you took care of our children. You were hurt, battered, bruised yet you still smiled. You are a healer, an amazing cook, one of the greatest shield-maidens, a seer, and the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.

-But.. i .. i am not beautiful anymore.. I saw what... your brother did to me..

-You are still beautiful. A scar won't ever change that... - he said as he leaned closer. Your noses were nearly touching. - I only ever had eyes for you (Y/n).. and i only ever will .. - he said before softly kissing you. Upon the touch your eyes will filled with even more vivid images of the future. Happier times, smiles, loving touches. You could see it all. Growing old together. Yet, most of the pictures had another in them. He was like a ghost, slowly fading, yet he was there.

When he broke the kiss, you knew he saw what you did. Then he saw the tears in your eyes.

-It's okay (Y/n). If that is what the gods want, i'll let him, as long as he treats you as he should..

-But... he's married to Margrethe.. - you said.

-He left her 4 days ago, after you were screaming his name while having a nightmare.

-I.. i don't understand.. why would he.. why would that be enough reason?

-You ever saw how he looked at you? or how he talked about you?

-You know i didn't.. I was a prisoner of my brother, then of Ivar. You were away raiding, stometimes him too, only to come back and marry her, even though he knew she was in love with Hvitserk and Sigurd..

-He was hurt. Now, please tell me what did Ivar exactly do to you..

-He.. he threatened to kill me if i don't show him his future.. - you lifted your bandaged hand. - he then told lies to Lagherta about it before i could even tell her, it was decided, he would marry me. I then decided to leave, to live in the wilderness, but his men outnumbered me. I was beaten, cut, bruised, then tied to a pillar in... in the old farm of Ragnar without food or water for days, then on the day of the wedding, he came in, cut my face " just to be sure noone would ever want to marry me.. then ... he made me.. he made me walk over there like that... laughing... bleeding.. then.. you know the rest..

He was fuming. He threw a cup to the other side of the room, strantling you a bit. Ubbe rushing in as he heard the commotion.

-I'm going to kill Ivar... - Bjorn shouted before leaving, shutting the door behind him making you flinch.

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It was time to avenge their father. So it was also the time you saw your brothers again. You stood in the middle of the path between Laghertha and Bjorn as your brothers walked towards you.

Halfdan hugged you, before lifting the cloth, taking a look at the scar that adorned your face now. You tried to hide it before Harald sees it, but it was too late. You saw his jaw clenching, but he just walked away, not acknoweledging you. Bjorn hugged you to himself.

-It will be alright. - he said before putting a kiss on your forehead.

Harald saw this, and turned to Halfdan.

-Since when is she his woman?

-As far as i know she is not.

-Does she still have her gifts?

-Yes she does. - Halfdan answered.

At night at the feast Harald stood up and prepared for the toast.

-As you know my beautiful sister is here in Kattegat, i would like to ask for forgiveness for my mistake, and take her to the raid with us.. - he lifted his chalice, looking at you, as all the men were hurraying in the great hall.

Laghertha stood up, smiling at him.

-You have disowned her, humiliated her, she is in this state because of you, and now you think i will let her go with you?

-I am rather sure your son Bjorn will gladly take care of her Queen Lagertha. - he smirked as he walked up to Bjorn, putting a hand around his shoulders. - if we both make it out alive i may even give him her hand in marriage. - he laughed. This was some kind of sick joke. You stood up, lifting the hood from your head, revealing your face to all the men, who went mute at the sight.Scar still showing but now adorned with rune tattoos across the right side of your face.

-I will go, but not for your love, not for your men. I will go to fight beside the Ragnarssons, avengig their father. The gods have shown me great victory, which would be a victory without you as well my dear brother. I have no need for your love, i do not need to forgive you, for all you ever did was use me for my gifts. Which believe me brother had hurt me greater than any of the christian's punishments. My hand in marriage is not for you to give, it is for me to decide. But a month from now we will be feasting for winning the great war, with the greatest viking army this world has ever seen. - you shouted. The men hurraying, drinking again loudly. Ubbe's and Bjorn's eyes sparkling on you, Harald fuming. You left for your room, when Ubbe caught up with you. He pushed you to the wall and kissed you passionately.

The sea was angry, the trip wasn't smooth, but you all made it, you all managed to keep the boats afloat and together. You saw the worry on Ubbe's and Bjorn's face as you nearly fell into the water, but you just smirked at them. When the night came the sea calmed down, and you felt warm bodies crawl on either side of you, both holding you close. You needed not to look, you knew who they were.

In the morning you were gently tracing Ubbe's tattoo on his face, when his bright blue eyes opened, ever so happy to see you so close.

-How are you princess? - he asked in a low voice making you softly giggle before playing with his beard.

-I slept rather well... the weather wasnt so cold last night.. - you smiled at him knowin he knew what you meant. But then with a growl, you were picked up and rolled inberween the ship and the other man. Bjorn held you close to his chest, before motioning Ubbe to go.

-Go take a piss or something, help with the food or row.. - he said before kissing you, as you heard Ubbe laugh.

-Will you not be jealous of eachother? - you whispered to Bjorn.

-We have talked about it a lot when you were sickly. It is fated, our feelings are unmoving and true.. If you'll have us... - he said looking into your eyes.

#ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x reader #ubbe #ubbe x you #bjorn x reader #bjorn x you #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #vikings #fanfic #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #ivar x reader #lagherta #lagertha #torvi #hvitserk #sigurd #margethe

[ivarthebadbitch]

It was not your fault. It was fated to happen and that’s the end of it.

#vikings #torvi #asa #ubbe #gifs #something relevant coming sooooon

[stefivare]

Hello there, I’m Stefi, I’ve written a fanfic about Vikings, it follows the same events but with an added character, the one I created and the end of the show is different.

Freya Ironside, Gifted by the Gods is on Wattpad and follows the life of Freya, daughter of Bjorn, while she deals with the gifts that the gods have given her, how to conceal them, how to properly use them and her relationship with Bjorn’s brothers - how she grows up with them and the feelings attached. Freya grows to be powerful and revered through the Scandinavian regions and she ends up on the throne of Kattegat.

If you’d like to have a more in depth view of your favourite characters from the show, this is the fanfic for you! I am also working on its sequel which will entail an entirely new world, a world that I hope will be dear to you all, the Wizarding World. Already in Gifted by the Gods we learn how one of her gifts allows Freya to heal and never age and in the Wizarding World she finds out that she is the only complete Metaformagus to ever live.

#vikings #bjorn ironside #ubbe ragnarsson #bjorn ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #hvitserk #sigurd ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #ivar lothbrok #bjorn lothbrok #ubbe lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok #rollo lothbrok #lagertha #aslaug #finehair #king harald #halfdan #harald finehair #torvi #wattpad #fanfic #fanfiction #shieldmaiden #norse gods #old norse #seeress #Freya Ironside #Freya Ironside Gifted by the Gods

[vikingsbifrost]

#vikings #georgia hirst #gee hirst #torvi #alex høgh andersen #ivar #ivar the boneless #alex hogh andersen #alex hoegh andersen #katheryn winnick #lagertha #ragga ragnars #gunnhild #jordan patrick smith #ubbe

[sigridsdottir]

vikings + kids (2/?)

none of these pics are mine. if u want credit for any edits, please let me know! :)

#vikings #vikingsedit #vikings fandom #ragnar lothbrok #ragnarssons #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd lothbrok #sigurd ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #bjorn ironside #torvi #gunnhild #lagertha #floki #rollo #helga #vikingskids

[sammyjadedavis]

Ivar: I can’t deal with theses guys anymore…

Ubbe: It’s not like I’m the one who was all for the marriage?

Hvitserk: Though you did say you were going to be the best man…

Bjorn: Yeah and I didn’t even let him be my best man, also you lot shut up about me and my wife.

Ivar: You know that loses it’s heat when you’ve had how many wives now?

Bjorn: More then dad.

Hvitserk: Well you’ve had Porrun, Snaefrid, Ingrid, Gunnhild and my personal favourite Torvi. Thank Thor you married her twice!

Ivar: You really are a whore. Ha.

Torvi: Watch what you guys say or he’ll react the same way he did last time you lot did this?

#bjorn x torvi #torvi x bjorn #torvi #vikings #bjorn #bjorn ironside #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorvi #ivar the boneless #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk

[vikingsbigbang]

Author: @ivarthebadbitch | Artist: @nothingtolosebutweight Title: The Changeling | Category: Gen | Rating: Mature | Word count: 9,1k Warnings: Major Character death, implied suicide, emotional abuse Summary: The Golden Land is just as Othere told them it would be: the soil is rich and healthy, and the forests teem with game. On that first day, Ubbe and the other men cut down trees and start building rough shelters; Torvi and the women clear away the brush and cook fresh-caught fish over the fire. While the adults busy themselves with the settlement, Asa slips away and follows the stream to hidden places in the woods. She collects smooth stones and feathers and tucks flowers behind her ears.

During the day it is not so bad. At night, it is different. When the shadows grow long and the sun dips below the horizon, they all become different people in the dark.

You can read the story here on AO3!

Created as part of the Vikings Big Bang Winter '22 event on @vikingsbigbang

#vikings #asa #ubbe #torvi #floki #alternate universe - canon divergent S6 #the changeling #ivarthebadbitch #nothingtolosebutweight #vikingsbigbangwinter22 #vbbw22 #fandom event #fic reveal #art reveal #vikings fic