#ubbe oneshot

[lokifromvalhalla]

MASTERLIST

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⟐VIKINGS

IVAR THE BONELESS

⟐ I'm here for you | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Angst Words: ± 1 800 Everyone can feel the weight of the last events on their shoulders. Mainly Ivar, but he won't be able to handle it if (y/n)'s also angry at him.

⟐ A poisoned mind | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 2 000 (Y/n) can't help but to wonder whether Ivar really trusts them, what they don't know it's that everything is just a matter of insecurity.

⟐ I miss you (1/2) | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 4 400 You had always been Ivar's right hand, but something happened, so now you are in the hands of Prince Oleg. Oleg, however, brings you a little gift after one of his trips.

⟐ I miss you (2/2) | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 3 000 "Elhaz wasn’t my name, in the first place. It was for me what ‘Boneless’ is for Ivar, a title, one that was given to me by Ivar since, in his words, I’m his protection, the one who makes everything feel sacred, the safety. His safety. Eventually, it was all that really mattered, and turned into what some people call me. Does he remember it?"

⟐ Clean your mind | Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Fingering / Anal sex / Some praising You help Ivar clean his mind and let go of all the stress that bothers him lately.

⟐ Be patient | Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader

Genre: Smut Mordern! AU Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Toys / Anal sex / Edging Ivar needs to be taught a lesson.

⟐ Time and humility | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 1 600 A curse leaded to Ivar being turned into a half-cat person, which he doesn't really knows how to deal with nor does his partner, but they figure it out despite how stubborn Ivar can be.

⟐ What's the fun in that? | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Light angst Words: ± 3 800 Ivar is captured by Oleg. (Y/n), the Rus army commander, is both interested and interesting.

⟐ A nice punishment | Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

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[eu-nicola]

vikings x fem!oc

It was going to be with reader but I needed to give it a name

my first language isn’t English and I didn't correct this

summary: vikings brothers have a sister who can control dragons and has powerful magic (anon request)

The baby Freyja had been born with an eye the same as that of a snake with a different color and pupil shape, it was thought that it was because of her ancestors and that it was a way of proving that in the future she was going to be a strong and powerful as her father was. And they weren’t wrong.

In one of Ragnar's trips he found a somewhat strange egg, larger than a normal one with scales and green in color, he took it and took it to his sweet daughter, this was going to be the compensation gift for being gone so long. The day her father returned home the little girl was playing away from everyone while they were looking for her, she didn't care and continued with her game because she thought it was funny how she could move the twigs in the air and throw them far away she even try to try with a big stone but it was too big for someone so tiny.

When they finally found her, her mother didn't realize what she was doing, she just told her it was time to stop playing and took her inside so she could see her father, he welcomed her with open arms and a kiss on the cheek. When the girl began to ask him a thousand questions about where he had been he immediately smiled and took out his gift, Freyja was surprised to see her new gift, it was beautiful for her.

Over time the girl realized that it was not a normal egg and saw a small dark green dragon come out of there, just like its shell, she loved this but she did not want to tell anyone because it was her secret, it was her dragon and if she said so maybe they would want to take it from her and she didn't want to, so she decided to hide it in a cave that she had seen once with her father and brothers not so far from the place but that no one ever went to.

Months passed and even in such a short time the dragon had grown immensely, Freyja, only 6 years old, escaped every day without anyone seeing her and brought the dragon something to eat, she always convinced a prisoner to follow her and she took them there for the dragon she had called "Arrax", certainly she was never afraid to take a prisoner because she knew that they couldn't do anything to her because she had her dragon taking care of her.

One morning Freyja was trying to get a prisoner and escape but for the first time her brothers saw her and instead of telling her something they just followed her to the cave with the prisoner being sure that the man was not going to do something before they killed but it was not necessary because they were surprised when they saw the dragon eat the man in one bite. Immediately the girl noticed the presence of her brothers and smiled at them as if what she had done was a little game. "brothers", the little girl yelled, she came to hug them and at that moment Freyja introduced Arrax to them and she tell them that he was a good pet and very pretty, when her half-brother Bjorn wanted to push her away, she immediately made him fly away the air raising it as she had once done with that twig but now she had been able to do it with it.

"Don't try to take me away from Arrax again." she told them.

At first everyone was so surprised at the beast that even they who are not afraid of anything for a moment were afraid of the dragon. For now no one was going to say anything but maybe in the future when his sister became a woman they would be able to use the dragon for their own purposes. Without speaking they all looked at each other and it seemed that they agreed even Freyja herself that she was already eager to ride the dragon and feed it with her enemies.

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[lady06reaper]

Alright yall....

I NOW WRITE FOR VIKINGS!

I really like this show and there's just not enough content for this amazing show! will write for anyone at this point in time but if I don't feel like I can get the character right please have a back up just in case

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[imaginesmai]

Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson (8)

Other parts: Once Upon A Fairy Tale Masterlist  

Plot: tragedy strikes when you least expect it.

Warnings: death, blood, detailed descriptions of bodies and killing.

Your body lost all the warmth when you heard the servant, and suddenly you were aware of the storm and the sounds of the castle. Too many people were moving at once, and you didn’t have to think about it twice – Ubbe turned away and you followed him, your dress falling back onto your legs. You left the door open and ran behind Ubbe, quickly overtaking the servant that was screaming the news all over again.

In every hall you passed, there were servants, soldiers and courtiers running or whispering, some of them looking lost.

Everything was blurry around you as you tried to keep up with Ubbe. Even if you were fast, he had longer legs, and you had trouble following him. Only then you noticed the smoke coming from the forest.

“My prince” a soldier with his armor on was in the great hall, kneeling in front of a man with drenched clothes. Something darker than water stained them. “He arrived just moments ago. He claims the hunting raid was ambushed and…”

“What have you seen?” Ubbe grabbed the man by his clothes, getting him on his feet.

The same Ubbe who had beaten that soldier to death was back, you could see it in his eyes. You were as worried as him, and in your stomach, there was a cold stone making its way to your throat, threatening to carry with it any food you had inside.

But, from the both of you, you had always been more reasonable.

So you managed to tear him away from the man, that fell once more to the ground with a broken expression, his eyes full of tears and terror.

“Ubbe” you warned him. Once he was behind you, you knelt down and put a hand on the man’s shoulder. “What happened? Where is the king?”

“Dead” he whispered, not meeting your eyes. “The king is – “

“But why? Where is the hunting raid?” you pressed, until he was looking at you and you had his attention. “You can’t storm in here and tell us the king is dead. Were you in the hunting raid? What have you seen?”

“We… the carriage didn’t arrive to the clearing, so Justin and I tried to find them. There was no one there. No one” the man broke into another sob, and you finally saw recognition in his eyes, breaking free from whatever shock he was in. “Someone ambushed the royal carriage and killed them all. At the second intersection. Next to the small hill”

“Are you – Ubbe!”

Before you finished your question, before you could wrap your mind around what he had said, Ubbe turned around and started running again towards the stables. Leaving the broken man and confused guard behind, you followed him.

Something screamed inside you but you couldn’t identify what. Too afraid to think about what he had said, you ran. You managed to match Ubbe’s pace, or he slowed it to yours, and you made your way together to the stables.

It could be true, or it could be the tale of a mad man. If you thought coldly about it, if anyone else had a saying in your next movements, they could warn you about being a real ambush. It wouldn’t be the first or last attempts over any of your heads, heirs of two wealthy kingdoms. Only last year your father had been almost poisoned by a peddler at the market.

But any rational thought was left at the castle when you reached the stables and saw soldiers coming together in a small expedition group. Some of them were yours, other from Mercia. Without an official order from any of the kings, they looked lost.

Briefly, it occurred to you that you didn’t know how to handle an expedition group, let alone a whole army. You could understand matters of wars, could have an opinion, but even if they listened to you, you had no idea.

Thankfully, Ubbe was already trained for that.

“The royal carriage has been described at the hill next to the second intersection, close to the river’s spring” he proclaimed. Every man fell silent and listened. “Sir Thaddeus will lead the first group, follow the town’s path. Sir Jorah, search the forest for any outsiders, take the archers with you. Shoot first. The rest of us will go for the hill”

“Why is she – “

You guessed what he was going to say, but he didn’t finish, because his head left his body before he could finish. The soldier’s head rolled silently and stopped when it hit a horse’s leg, who only kicked it back. Ubbe’s sword, now dripping blood, went back to its shelter as quickly as he had dragged it out.

No one said anything else as their prince moved, taking two black horses and handing you one in silence. He didn’t meet your eyes, and you were glad. If he did, you might had break down right there. Because every second that passed was another unanswered question.

What about king Ecbert? Was he there?

Have you seen my father?

Where is my dad?

Strong rain greeted you when the doors were opened, and now the wet land was being torn to pieces by the horses’ quick strides. Once you exited the castles’ door, two groups of soldiers parted ways. One of them headed to the village, and the other between the tall, dark trees that framed the path your father had taken.

Blinking the first tear away, you ran past Ubbe’s horse.

 -

 The forest was wide and dark, even during the summer. People in Mercia only ventured far enough to chase some preys and follow the river, but nothing more. Deep inside the forest, wild animals could end with any man within seconds, and some tribes were rumored to live in the trees.

If those were only tales for bedtime or a real story, Ubbe would never know.

He tried to keep himself focused. After years of assuming responsibilities, he knew how to lead and act without his father. First, he needed to convince himself that it wasn’t his father who was presumed dead. Maybe a patrol, a carriage from another kingdom. Thinking about the royal carriage, his brother Sigurd and his father made him dizzy.

So he rode.

The rest of the horses followed him, but his horse was slowly leaving them behind. The only rider who didn’t disappear from sight were you, always a few steps ahead.

You knew the forest as well as him, having played and climbed its trees many times before. There were two paths to take. The one that lead to the village, that was being searched by other group, and the shorter one, taken by the carriage that morning.

It wasn’t that much of a path, only a clear of trees with many stones and roots to trip on.

“The smoke” you said, your voice swallowed by the rain and wind. “Ubbe, the smoke! It’s coming from the hill!”

“Don’t stop” was his only answer.

As you got closer, you started to notice things that didn’t belong to the forest. A broken, wood wheel. A boot without its pair. A horse trying to breath its last breath, hidden in the bushes. Swords.

A body impaled on a sword.

Then, you reached the second intersection, next to the hill.

Ubbe didn’t let his horse stop before jumping off him, running up the small hill from where parts of a carriage peaked. The royal carriage was filled with silver and gold embodiments, one of the most prized possessions his family had. In that moment, only parts and pieces of it were left.

The rain made it difficult to see and move, but he managed to climb up the small distance between the road and the broken parts of wood and steel. Something scratched his left knee and tore through his pants, drawing blood. He lost his footing and, for a second, he thought he would fall.

Before he could, your hand caught his arm and he balanced against a root, silently thanking you with his head. For a second, you stared at each other.

“Ubbe”

“I know” he whispered, seeing his own fear reflected in your face. “I know”

Ubbe couldn’t distinguish your tears from the rain, and couldn’t tell if he was crying too. He felt as if his heart had stopped beating, his lungs stopped working. Only a few steps separated you from the hill, where something else than wood was burning. Something that he had smelt only a few times, that he didn’t want to remember.

“Don’t stop” he repeated.

Instead of climbing past you or letting your hand go, he gripped your elbow and pushed you forwards.

Ubbe reached the clearing seconds after you, and some twisted, dark part of him would have wanted to be a worse rider, a slower runner. He regretted training his horse to be fast and not falling on his butt while climbing.

Because if he weren’t that good at climbing or hadn’t held any hope of finding survivors, he wouldn’t have been the first one along you to see what was left of your fathers’ carriage.

“Oh, god” he heard you say. From his left, he saw you fall to your knees. “Oh, god”

People always said he looked just like his father, that from all his brothers, he was the most similar. The first body, or what was left of it, was just like his. Wide shoulders, strong arms, long legs. The family bracelet, a silver snake that tried to bite its tail, was attached to the person’s arm, and that was how Ubbe recognized his father.

Not because he could see his face, because where it was supposed to be, was a mess of blood and brains. The warrior, strategic part of him told him a horse had stepped on him. The other part could barely hold it together.

Your sobs and screams were background noise, as well as the rain. There was a fire in the middle of the clearing, bodies and clothes burning.

He stared at his brother’s body, once more, only recognizing him for the bracelet. It wasn’t a horse; it was a man’s doing. On his back with a dozen of arrows in his body, Sigurd started at him with his only eye, the other one gone.

King Ecbert had managed to leave the carriage, or so it seemed. With a sword in hand, he had almost made it to the hill. Only to be beheaded.

The fastest soldiers finished climbing the hill, some of them joining you on your knees, crying and begging. Others were frozen in place. For a long minutes, no one moved, just stared at slaughter of the two kingdoms’ heads.

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[honestsycrets]

Neglection [Ivar x Healer!Reader, Past!Hvitserk x Reader]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, past!hvitserk x reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | touched with eir's healing powers, it's your custom to care for the great heathen army. ivar doesn't appreciate the order you care for others in.

❛ tags | NSFW, non-graphic mention of ivar's wound, healer!reader, blind!reader, religious references, past!hvitserk x reader, heavily jealous!ivar, jealousy.

❛ sy’s notes | forgive the looseness of this piece, i'm attempting to complete random freewrites to get into producing more works.

Stubborn, that was how you would define Ivar. Even if he was one of the commanders of the Great Heathen Army, he was also as stubborn as a mule. Pain, he claimed, was one of his deepest allies. He was surrounded by it from birth. 

“Ivar,” you trilled, coming into the great church where Ivar set up his base. “Ivar-- are you here?” 

You tiptoed past sleeping comrades holding the bottom of your skirts, prancing over a viking’s sleeping body, egged on by the nagging urge to chase your injured commander. His rich scent filled your nostrils: blood and breaks, smoke and honey. His slight huffs of pain, slight as they were, led you to this room.

“Commander?” 

“Hush,” came the snapping reply. “My brothers are sleeping.” 

Your foot bumped against cold stone steps. “Where are you?” 

“You’re close.” 

The night was always a trying time for finding the right man. Ivar’s thick candle, flickering in the moonlight, casted little light by which you could guide yourself through the large room. You climbed over the heavy steps by sliding your feet slowly over the stone floor. Then, bumped into another body. 

“Ivar?” 

There was no answer. You bend at the knees and casted your fingers over the crumpled body on the floor. It wasn’t right-- no, his sides were too narrow. His hair in long braids. And when he moaned, your ears were full with a gruff but inviting voice. “Prince Hvitserk,” you mumbled.

“Yes, Prince Hvitserk,” Ivar chided. “You always loved Hvitserk.” 

You left his side with the assumption that Ubbe would be sleeping close by. Wherever Hvitserk was, Ubbe was. You knew that. Bjorn wouldn’t be in this room-- he was keeping watch tonight. “I don’t choose who to heal first, Ivar. The goddesses do.” 

“You can lie better than that.” 

“Please don’t mock me, Ivar. I just want you to be safe--” 

“Safe?” He hummed. “I’m not interested in being ‘safe’, my sweet.” 

Sweet, you flushed. You hoped that the bright light wouldn’t illuminate your cheeks, flush with embarrassment. Then again, you would never know. “You’re blushing, hm, do you like that?” 

“That’s enough. Just come to me.” 

“Why should I? If memory is escaping you,” he bit out. His voice clear, filling your ears with dizzying certainty. He really was close. “I was shot in the thigh. Find me yourself.”

Seconds later, your knees collided with a great wooden chair. Then betrayed you. You fell forward and caught yourself by slamming your hand down on a firm, but fleshy surface “Gods!” he shouted. 

“By Eir!” you snapped back, hands flailing to find the proper wooden surface. “My Ivar, I’m--” 

“Sorry, yes, I know. Congratulations, you’ve found me. Now get on with it.” 

“On-- on with it?”

“Did you not come here to heal it?” he asked. In the hazy field of your vision, you knew he was scrutinizing you. You ran your hand over your long skirt, smoothing it down. Whatever he was staring at, be it your thick braid over your shoulder or the dry blood caked over your hands from a long day of work, you weren’t sure. “Or are those magical hands only for Hvitserk?” 

“Why do you insist on Hvitserk?” 

His head, angled toward his brother, snapped to you. “Given how much time you spend with him--” 

His body tensed. Your fingers ghosted the scratchy fabric of his pants, still splattered with blood, and you realized he too hadn’t washed down. You hovered over the wound, the place where his scent originated from. 

“I do not.” 

“You only serve him breakfast and dinner,” he spat to the side again, stiffening as you moved up to loosen his belt. His hand snapped to your wrist, grip crushing the bone. You lifted your head to him, coming close enough that you could make something out of the face you once knew.

“Don’t do that.” 

“I need a clear working area. It isn’t as if I can see your…” you snaked your hand away from his grip to try and loosen his pants again. He snapped his head one way, then another, watching as you kneeled between his legs. He remained silent as you slid his pants down his thin legs to his ankles. 

 “You’ve seen Hvitserk’s,” he huffed under his breath. 

“How many times do I need to tell you? I’ve not been with him. For years,” you searched through your bag for the right essentials. Yes, another healer had cleaned the area on your request-- but it wasn’t done to your liking. The cloth was loose, the area unpurified. “I don’t even remember what he felt like.” You mumbled.

Ivar’s lips parted with a slight smack. He was wordless for an instant, his head shifting to face his brother. “He was that… immemorable?” 

The air was thick. He, curious. You, exhausted. Ivar’s large arms turned one over another. He twitched his thick muscular thighs as if to urge a response from you. Your hand came over his firm muscles to keep him in place. 

“We were so young. Ubbe was training him,” you said, cleaning the area with a soaked cloth. When you bumped into him, the wound oozed. Your lips pursed and you would blow soft air over his thigh which caused his muscles to tighten. “Besides, I don’t remember much from before Eir took my sight, Ivar. Only the small memories we shared.” 

“But not the dick,” he laughed. Your fingertips swatted the side of his thigh. 

In your mortar, you mixed a mixture of herbs that he only recognized from his mother’s witchery cabinet to soothe his aches. Your lips moved in the strangest of prayers, sanctifying the blend to aid in his healing and pain. Then you slathered it on his thigh, tingles ripping through his thigh to his spine. He wasn’t sure if the mixture or your lips healed the soreness, sweeping over his thigh with a soft kiss. He trembled. 

“You have nothing to be anxious about.” 

“Hm?” 

You lifted his thigh, drawing the bandage in sturdy loops around his thigh. Then, securing it in place, removed his musty pants and boots. It took a moment to locate his other pants. Ivar took them and drew them on, clicking his tongue against the roof of his tongue to urge you on. “I don’t want to be his.”

“Then whose?” 

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you were aware of what he was about to say. Though you couldn’t see, you could feel. Feel the intensity of Ivar’s presence, his eyes following you around camp, his endless neediness. His hand shot out and snatched the cords of your dress. You knew you shouldn’t have worn his dress to deal with Ivar. There was no way to unpeel his strong grip from your cords by will alone. 

“Be mine.” 

There were certain things that you knew the gods wanted. Healing of their finest warriors, the mitigation of pain, and hard workers. Your eyes, glazed as they were, served only to be a liability. To a man like Ivar-- your hands connected with his naked shoulders. His muscles enticed you-- far-- far too well. It had been years since you last had a man. Perhaps, in part, due to Ivar’s consistent scowls and glares.

“I can’t, I-- I swore to Eir,” you murmured. Though the words came of your lips, they did not convince you. You traveled his sturdy shoulders to his neck, then his jaw-- peppered with stubble. God, he knew what the sensation did to you with waves of excitement dancing over your skin. You weren’t convincing anyone.

“What does she care? Does she demand some silly Christian oath?” 

“No, but I--” He grasped your backside, pulling up the skirts over your knees. Then, jerked you onto the throne with legs on either side of his own. His voice softened into a soft honey-like hum, rivaling the soft slick that gathered between your legs. “Let me convince you otherwise, hm?” 

“Hvitserk is here.”  

“Forget him.” Ivar coursed his hand underneath your skirts. It was frustrating how often he could not listen. You could tell Ivar that the sky was blue and he’d debate you! With his calloused fingers guiding there way to the junction of your legs and pelvis, you knew there was nothing that you could tell him. No, nothing that you wanted to tell him, that would change this. Even with your complaining, you longed for the attention. It had been years.

Ivar inhaled air as he brushed your vulva, dancing his thumb across your neglected lips. He slid between the slit, parting your lips with ginger care. It was nearly embarrassing how easy it was for Ivar, running the pad of his thumb up and down. “See? You want me.” 

You wracked your mind for the last time this had happened. The last time a man had his eye on you-- oh, but you remembered, the night you lost your vision. Hvitserk-- whose kind heart soothed your grief-- warmed your body to comfort you. As you traced the memory, the ache of his absence panged strangely in your heart. Oh, how easy a man’s heart was to sway.

“Focus on me,” Ivar sank his fingers into your warm cunt. Your hips shifted in response, flush against his chest, breasts in his face. Your body tensed around his fingers to keep him in place. Ivar wasn’t the sort of man to be held back. Not by a pathetic cry, no. He was guided by the things he was passionate about. “Good--” 

“Please, Ivar, I’ve not--” he curled his fingers, massaging your walls as you hadn’t in years. It was warm, wonderful. His other hand came to your front, massaging a soft spot that only one other had. He rolled in the softest of rhythms, circling purposefully slow. Then quick. The pleasure bloomed-- the ugliest of flowers that you told yourself you wouldn’t have again. That you would devote yourself to Eir, swear off all thoughts of lust and love. All at once, Ivar stopped. He drew his fingers back from massaging your soaked walls and flicked your clit with a soft laugh. 

“So?” 

“No,” you lowered your hips, yipping as you settled against the bulge between Ivar’s legs. “I should-- I should go.” 

“Then go.” 

You didn’t move. No, your hands were knit to Ivar’s shoulders like thread and cloth.

"That is what I thought." You felt frozen in place even as he pulled himself free of his pants and fondled his shaft. The tip of his cock eased along your lips: forward, backward, and forward again. 

“If you stay,” Ivar breathed, slapping his cock against your mound. His breath was warm against your chest, urging you to slide your chest against his. Oh, you knew you were doomed. The memory of sex was all too enticing. Your body clenched, aching at the memory of how it felt. “I won’t let you go.” 

And though he said that, you reached between your legs and lined the warm head of his cock with your aching hole. He snapped your hips down an instant later, his wide grin widening with every bit of his cock that filled your core. Your fingers cringed on his shoulders as he seated himself comfortably in your cunt. Your lips parted, shaking loose noises that you knew would wake up his brothers. 

“Hush,” he leaned in, rocking his hips despite the pain wracking up his thigh. Your hips shifted, rolling down along his cock alone. He didn’t even have to move, no, you were too happy to do this on your own. His thumb found your nub again, spazzing along the little button as you rode him. You missed how it felt: how his warm words filled your soul with bliss, and his dick filled the places you didn’t know needed to be filled. It was what Ivar did-- with his voice, as desirable and silky as honey. 

It ruptured a hole straight through you. Blossoming low in your belly, the pleasure ripped through your cunt. Your body clamped on his, working his orgasm free. He seized your chin, aiming it toward him. And though your unseeing eyes could only see the shadows of his face, your mind was scarred by the memory of his haughty eyes and the bob and weave of his head. You didn't need to see to know what he was about to say next. “You’re mine.” 

You were wrong for this. But it was too late to take it back.

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No romantic relationships // character x character

Queendom - relationship: Lagertha x Aslaug | summary: They’ve both loved and they’ve both lost. Perhaps it was time that their hearts warmed again. | tags: angst, fluff

The Lothbroks, aka, the European version of the Kardashians - relationships: none | summary: When Barbie Murray time travels, she finds out that pink isn’t available in Viking times. Luckily, her new besties all understand that boobs are the best and slay (literally?!) with her. | tags: crack, fluff, timetravel

I may be a bimbo, but I’m not stupid - relationships: slight oc/ oc | summary: Ivar kills Sigurd in a fit of rage, but Barbie isn't so quick to forgive cruelness. | tags: angst, crack, timetravel

1st gen Vikings

Strange Woman  relationship: Rollo x timetraveler!reader | summary: The woman that appeared out of nowhere could be oh so dangerous, but even a stupid man would know that she was fascinating. | tags: fluff, timetravel

Friend of Thor - relationship: rollo x timetraveler!asgardian!reader | summary: The reader, a fellow Asgardian and friend of Thor and the new King of Asgard, Brunnhilde, falls through worlds as the new guardian of the Bifrost tampers with the magic. | tags: crack, fluff, timetravel

And the Gods wished they were me - relationship: Judith x viking!gn!reader | summary: Judith knows she should not mourn Athelstan. Nor should she even look at Norse heathens. She does both anyway, because Judith was named after a woman that had only rage and death, and she cannot escape her fate. | tags: angst, fluff

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Another day / part 2 - relationship: Ubbe x reader | prompt: we live to fight another day. | tags: angst

Oldest - relationship: Ubbe x timetraveler!reader; platonic!Ivar x reader | summary:  It seems that few things change about being the oldest sibling, no matter which place – or time | tags: fluff, timetravel, slight angst

Yggdrasil relationship: Ubbe x reader; platonic!Ivar x reader; dad!Harald x reader | summary:  How can you tell your father what happened to you when he’d done it to so many others. | tags: angst, dark/gory

Hvitserk 'Whiteshirt' Ragnarsson

Hvitserksdottir - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.” | tags: angst, fluff

Floki’s Cabin - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “Just trust me. Please. | tags: angst

Searching Home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader | summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, dark/gory, timetravel

Neither - relationship: genderfluid!reader x Hvitserk | Summary: Hvitserk finds out about genderfluidity and accepts he might not be completely straight | tags: fluff, timetravel

Law of conservation - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | summary: You’ve been working as a tutor at your high school for about a year now. When your parents throw a barbecue party for your new neighbors, their mother Aslaug asks you to tutor her son Hvitserk, who is already a notorious flirt at his school. | tags: fluff

Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel

When in Bali... -  relationships: hvitserk x reader, ivar x freydís, sigurd x oc | summary: You were supposed to go to Bali with your partner for your one-year anniversary. Instead, you’re there alone, heartbroken. Will reuniting with a friend you know from a summer vacation in elementary school be able to fix it? | tags: fluff

Ivar 'the Boneless' Ragnarsson

Unholy Matrimony - A Sham in Four Acts / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationship: Ivar x reader | prompt: I’ve learnt to love you. | tags: angst, fluff smut

Insatiable Little Heathens  - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: drabble, for all of y’all who wanted more of Unholy Matrimony | tags: fluff

Resolve - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar’s legs hurt but he’s so fucking thickheaded | tags: fluff

My kind of witch - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The man with blazing blue eyes fascinates you as soon as you see him and as you realize the struggles he faces every day, your admiration for him grows into something more. | tags: fluff, timetravel

Red - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar finally meets his match. | tags: smut, dark/gory

Serve - relationship: sub!ivar x buff!reader | summary: Ivar keeps teasing you. You finally have enough and give him a taste of his own medicine | tags: smut

Searching home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 -  relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader |  summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, smut, dark/gory, timetravel

Totally artistic -  relationship: ivar x reader | summary: When inspiration hits, you can’t stop it | tags: fluff

Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk, ivar x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel

Brother - relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader, reader & oc | summary: You left your home and your brother behind for a reason. Now, a man is causing trouble at the borders of Kattegat, and as Ivar's queen, you take justice into your own hands. | tags: fluff

Unexpected / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 - relationship: ivar x thrall!reader | summary: Ivar finally decides to fuck the slave he’s been eyeing for so long, but when his angry side slips out, things take a turn for the wholly unexpected. | tags: smut

Tarot -  relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader | summary: Your day at the fair has been pretty slow – until a client like no other shows up. | tags: fluff

Imagines

How the Vikings would react to an accidental time traveler and a quiz to see if you’d survive: https://uquiz.com/dVXpgW

Ragnarssons (+Gyda): First Kiss

Social Media 

How the Vikings would react to guns and snapchat filters 

How the Vikings would react to modern dancing 

How the Vikings would react to modern music, and what they’d like

How the Vikings would react to modern concepts of astronomy and space 

How the Vikings react to modern haircare 

Vikings and Astrology

How Vikings would react to THEM timetraveling

Vikings + getting sick 

Vikings + Halloween 

Vikings + realizing you’re pregnant

Vikings characters + how they'd react to finding Accidental Time Traveler crying somewhere and not knowing why 

Vikings + you on your period  (+ more hcs about Ivar)

Vikings + Legos

Vikings + reader being much less stressed in their time

Vikings + single mother

Vikings + Gender Neutral Thor

Vikings + modern food

Vikings + touch avoidant cuddler

Vikings + Kids

Vikings + their history

Ragnarssons + being possesive

Vikings + Maleficent/Fae!reader

Vikings + curls and afros

Vikings + sleeping habits

Vikings + contortionist/super flexible reader

Vikings as modern!uni students

Vikings + affectionate drunk!reader

timetraveling!Vikings + modern tv/movies

Vikings + gen z slang

Vikings + curly haired kids

timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas

Vikings + eras other than their own

Vikings + ivar being remembered/famous

#vikings #ivar #ivar x reader #hvitserk #hvitserk x reader #ubbe #ubbe x reader #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader #history vikings #vikings imagine

[lambtotheslaughterr]

500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS OPEN✨

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

beau<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

MARVEL: Steve Rogers | BUCKY BARNES | Loki | Thor | Erik Killmonger | Aged Up Peter Parker | Talos (a.k.a spacedaddy from Captain Marvel) | Billy Russo (The Punisher) | Deacon Frost (Blade) |

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

VIKINGS: Rollo | RAGNAR | Hvitserk | Ubbe | Ivar | Bjorn |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

MISC: Aged Up Billy Hargrove | Adrian Griffen (The Invisible Man) | Coriolanus Snow (young, not the old one, blegh) | CHASE ANDREWS | JACKSON RIPPNER | Aged Up JOSEPH DESCAMPS (Mixte) | Elwood Dalton (RoadHouse) | Aged Up Henry Bowers (IT) | Rio (Good Girls) | Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove) | Boys from 'The Covenant' (aged up, ofc) | Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) | Ajax (The Warriors, bless you if you know who this is. he is my ride or die.) | Walter Deville | Ash (No Exit) | Brahms (The Boy) | Masked Man (Hush) | The Gentleman (The Purge) | AURELIANO (Subburia) | Aged Up Nate Jacobs | The Predator | Reggie Kray (Legend) |

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

a/b/o themes | lactation kinks | dd/lg kinks | real life celebrities | monster fucking (does not include aliens or vampies) | ghost/demon fucking | race play | dp kinks | anal play (generic anal is fine, but anything more is a no from me) | cum eating | basement wife themes | sexual slavery themes | convenience noncon (this is specific to me so you deffo won't know what that is so if you're curious, please ask) | breeding kinks | pregnancy non con | bimbo reader | underage reader/characters | sex pollen themes | blood-related incestual themes | cuckholding kinks |

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot

2. virgin!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends)

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate)

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot

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#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

[artemiseamoon]

Frightfest 2022

About

I do love scary and horror movies, so if you don’t, or that bothers you, just avoid this. I won’t make anything scary really, but I will incorporate some classic spooky films and scenarios. Like a love letter to my favs!

I’ll post previews on here, the full work on A03. I will also link other spooky works I’ve created for others below. This is a multi-fandom thing, like everything I do. I’ll have an assortment of readers and ocs as well. Some of these may be expanded at another time, but for now, they are all just drabbles or oneshots.

Happy spooky reading! 👻 This is my fav time of year on tumblr, I love everyone’s spooktaculars!

My masterlist

Frightfest 2023 - coming soon!

How to find the works

1. This post! Save it :)

2. Follow my collection Frightfest 2022 collection on A03

3. On my masterlist by character/actor, you’ll have to go to my mastetlist. Or, just save this masterpost.

Warnings

Horror, fear, panic, spooky season stuff, deaths and injuries, blood and weapons, violence, some gore, drinking, smoking, vague sexual content, language.

Minors DNI | if any of the above bothers you, DNI

Frightfest 2022 list

1. What the f*ck are we looking at? | Benny Miller x GN reader | AvP Requiem | tumblr preview | Direct A03 link

2. You’re in the shit now, man | Young! Santi and Frankie | The Forsaken | tumblr preview | Direct A03 link

3. Making it out alive | Ex bf Frankie, f reader, boyfriend Will | my bloody Valentine 1981 | tumblr preview | direct A03 link

4. So much for a hot date | Young Santi x f reader w/ TF guys | The Blob | preview | Direct A03 link

5. Death Kiss | Mayans, Ofc | John Carpenters Vampires | Direct A03 link | Masterpost w/ chapters & teasers (complete multi chapter)

6. Deep in the woods, the Goatman waits | Goatman, ubbe vikings | masterpost | direct A03 link (complete multi chapter)

7. When night comes | Incubus Ragnar (Vikings) | info / chapters | Read on A03 *

*incomplete ones will be finished during 2023 Frightfest!

Frightfest Moodboards & such

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Some prompt lists I may choose from

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My last pinned post: updates, info, wips and more

#artes frightfest 2022 #spooky season 2022 #assorted fandoms

[underragingwaves]

2022 End of Year Fic Review

I was tagged by @ulfrsmal (ty for the tag and the sweet mention!) and, uhm, I got a little wordy in this one. Please do click the readmore if you want some fic recs! 😘

1. What is your AO3 account?

captainkilly is my main account that features all my fics, but all my Vikings fics in particular can be found under the pseud underragingwaves

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

197,158 words, not including the fics that were Tumblr-only.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

12 fics in total, of which 3 were multichapters. (I am counting the one fic I began publishing in 2021 and updated in 2022 among these as well.)

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

The longest one that I updated in 2022 is homeland, heartland (which sits at a comfortable 63k and counting), but I didn’t begin publishing that in 2022. The longest fic that I published entirely in 2022 is The Ascendancy Seat, which clocks in at 60k.

My shortest fic is leavetaking, which lands around 2k.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

If we’re counting homeland, heartland, then that’s the most popular one in hits/kudos/bookmarks by far. Secondmost popular in terms of hits is the Ivar-centric massive undertaking The Ascendancy Seat, but in terms of kudos/bookmarks the honor goes to another Ivar-centric fic called ouroboros.

Least popular fic is the aforementioned leavetaking, but that is because I only recently uploaded it to AO3 and now backdated it to reflect its original publication date. I think it’s one of those hidden gem fics, haha, because I loved writing this as a missing scene and it allowed me to work with Ragnar instead of the usual suspects.

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

Honestly, I don’t think I publish anything and expect it to ‘perform’ in any way? I am used to people finding my fics and faceplanting in them whenever, which means that some of my fics initially don’t do so well in terms of hits/kudos but eventually grow into crowd pleasers. I can never predict which one will take off months from now, lol. That said, I think I wanted more people to give the reverie protocol a chance – I know it’s not an AU that immediately incites folks to read it, but I just love the way this one sang on the page for me personally.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

ouroboros. It is not at all my fave of the fics I’ve written, and I raise my eyebrow at its popularity even though I know that its premise (Ivar-centric smutty stuff) is this fandom’s form of catnip. I have a hard time writing something that is outright smut – it’s a journey for me that I experimented more with in 2022 – and while I’m making the best sort of googly eyes at the OC I wrote for this fic (Malika my beloved) I really do not think it is my best and I’m still surprised when people pick that one over some of my better works.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

I’m actually going to name 3 fics for various reasons, haha.

First up is The Juniper Tree, in a hands-down-no-contest sort of way. That fic was a work of love for me and returned a sense of stillness and certainty to my writing process that I hadn’t felt in a long time. It is one of those fics I can say ‘wrote itself’, and I love it unbelievably much. Y’all know I love Ubbe best of all and getting to write this whole multichapter from his POV was just… yeah, I had a good cry about this one by the time I completed it. A really special writing experience that I think is my best work to date.

Secondly, The Warlord’s Wake was probably the most… cathartic to write. I had played with this post-series idea for a good long while until I finally started this fic, and it gave me the closure that I think I honestly needed in terms of where Hvitserk’s story ended in the series. I really wanted to write a fic in which Hvitserk had used his position in Alfred’s court to play a very long game that would eventually return him to his feral pagan bastard ways. It was a good thing for me to get to express this, especially because I have seen a fair few fics and opinions in this fandom regarding Hvitserk’s conversion to Christianity (and the Christian-centric narrative some people choose to uphold) that make me feel supremely salty and quite upset.

Last, I’m going to go ahead and name The Maker’s Path. This is the lone fic I wrote for a different fandom, namely Dune, and I got so horribly creative with the prompt I wrote it for that I just need to squee about it some more. I always thought Dune would be impossible to write for (like Black Sails, it’s one of those things that’s just perfect to me the way it is) but I found a little neat corner somewhere in the book’s folds and movie’s visuals that allowed me to put this fic to the page. Getting to work with a Sardaukar character as well as a Fremen character was a cool exercise that only got more pleasing when I managed to include my own favorite character (Alia) toward the end.

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

Gonna be that person and name 5 for funsies!

Greedy Gods, by @vikingstrash (stellar Aslaug-centric work, I always love how Yume writes Aslaug and this was a lovely ‘missing piece’ of canon to me)

Gatekeeper, by @ritual-unions (I still don’t know how I survived this one and when I say it lives rentfree in my brain y’all had better believe it)

Gnothi Sauthon, by @bouncehousedemons (you know it’s good when I make hearteyes at a reader pairing, okay? this is just comfort food)

Reactions Of Your Kind, by @ulfrsmal (Ubbe/Hvitty goodness that essentially catapulted a friendship – I’m very fond of this one, and it’s a definite pick-me-up)

This lovely Freydis & Liv prompt fill by @mercurygray (it’s in my head a lot, as it has perfectly captured the dynamics between the Valhalla characters and I love the ‘outsider’ POV of Harald in this piece)

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

@vikingstrash, @mercurygray, @pomprincesse, if y’all have done this I apologize for tagging ya. Also tagging anyone who writes fic in our lil fandom and wants to do an end of year close-out! 😊

#I love doing these year in reviews #wrote a lot more than I thought 😳 #anyway y'all please consider yourselves tagged!! give some love to your work and to other people's things go go go

[therealvikingstrash]

2022 End of the Year Fic Review

The wonderful @underragingwaves tagged me, thank you love! (I put the longest part under a cut)

1. What is your AO3 account? for the vikings fandom it's my pseud vikingstrash.

2. How many words did you write total in 2022? 117.233 *whistles* not too bad if one considers what a year it's been.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots? 39 one shots and 2 multichapter. All Hail the One-shots!

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic? Longest was Kings of Kattegat with 39,878 words and the shortest Story as old as Time with 119 words.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic? Most popular (going by subscriptions, hits, comments, kudos and bookmarks) has to be my VBB entry Kings of Kattegat. Personally, the most self-indulgent fic I ever wrote.

Least popular is Sweat. I guess it would be a lot more popular if it wasn't hidden behind the AO3 log in. And also if it had full on smut and not just teasing, but oh well, I like it and in the end, that's all that matters xD

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would? Huh, that's a weird thing to think of, I never really give it much thought if my writing is going to be popular or not so that thought of a fic not "perfoming well" is kinda...absurd to me. Anyway, if I had to take a guess, I'd say Greedy Gods? While it does have a lot of hits and a couple kudos, it's weird to me that for a fandom with so many people claiming they want more fic about the female characters and how much they love Aslaug, there was not as much love for it as I would assume. Must be a me-problem.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would? Basically anything I wrote for D. P. - Deserter Pursuit. I didn't think there would be enough people in said fandom to read, kudo and comment, but was positively surprised.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022? For Vikings: Valhalla, Daughter of the Fearless. I loved giving Altöra more background story and this glimpse of her relationship to Freydis. It was fun to write.

For Vikings, Strung up, Tongue-Tied. I mean....sub!Hvitserk restrained and dom!Amma playing with him? Ubbe observing, just being present without doing anything besides kissing Amma? Yeah, I loved that one. It's full of tension.

For D. P. - Deserter Pursuit, Pity. My dumb ass actually made it a published WIP because there was more to tell and I liked it a lot. Only the Gods know if I will actually write more though xD

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022? Well, for someone who couldn't be paid to read other people's fics, I managed to read quite a lot in 2022 for free. Mind boggling, I know. But here go my favs:

Gotta start with Not A Fairytale by underragingwaves, because...have you read that fic? It's really a fun read (for those who like crime stuff which is basically exactly what I love) and promising a bigger universe underneath that small treat she wrote.

Will totally never stop making hearteyes at Twice Now by ritual-unions. Love how Kara (heh) is so clumsy and unable to function in the real world and the way Ubbe basically just watches and smiles to himself, before his eye-roll moment that will make him intervene. I also love myself some good hurt and gosh, this is gonna hurt so damn bad at the end and I will love every second of it.

There were a couple to pick from and it was hard to choose, but when someone can make me read an Ivar fic, then it says a lot about that persons writing skill. The Mental Tyrant by grimeundglow deserves so much more love than it has been given.

Reactions Of Your Kind by Ulfrsmal was my fav of him in 2022, but only because I didn't really get to read the rest of his fics xD I'm sure there are more gems in his list, but this one stood out to me because...Hvitty and Ubbe 🥺

A Prize of Battle by Mercurygray, is absolute Emma/Canute goodness and Idk what else to say, because this womans writing skills are beyond anything I could muster, so hearteyes from afar will have to do for now.

For Mince Pie by emma-ofnormandy, another author that captures Emma and Canute's relationship so well and it's so fluffy, I wanna hold it really tightly against my chest.

And last but not least The Queen of Kattegat by northernxstories! I will remain deeply impressed by how effortlessly she managed to pull me into her story and made me read it in one go, even though it's 12k of words xD It was such a new way of approaching the characters and it's brilliantly written. An absolute treat in 2022.

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

most have already been tagged, but perhaps one of you want to do this? But no pressure! @emma-ofnormandy @nothingtolosebutweight @author-morgan @lmillay @barnes-lothbrok @errruvande and anyone who feels like doing the fic review :D

#vtrash writes #vtrash recommends #fic review 2022

[fandomreves]

arranged - vikings

ARRANGED PART 5.2

Plot: Her hand has been promised to one of the Ragnarssons since she was born, but who will she choose?

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Ubbe”

You were taken by surprise by Ubbe, you didn’t even see him when you sat down, and he was right beside your chair; unlike him who had seen you as soon as you walked in, giving Bjorn a look after seeing him approach you, smiling once he saw his older brother point you towards him. 

You stared at him with a sly smile, your eyes and his were locked in what seemed like a trance, he also had a small smile drawn on his lips, and he licked his lips right before he spoke again. 

“Your name is Y/N right?” 

“Oh, yes! yeah, yeah I’m Y/N, I’m sorry, I think I’m a little tipsy” 

Once he spoke you were brought back to reality, realizing you had ignored his first attempt to make conversation with him. 

“That’s alright, I’m also a little tipsy” 

You giggled and he chuckled back, taking a sip from his ale, “Should we drink some more?” he suggested, noticing that your cup was almost empty.

“Yes, we should most definitely drink some more ale” 

And so he poured some more liquid in both cups, enjoying how laid back the vibe with you was. 

“So Ubbe, how are you? How was training?” 

You sipped on your drink before speaking, letting the alcohol loosen you up a little, wanting to take a more laid back approach to the whole situation now that you were in the middle of it again. 

“I’m better now, and training was good, how did you know about it?” 

He already knew how you knew about the training, he had to listen to Sigurd whine about how Hvitserk had interrupted your chat, and he also had to tolerate Hvitserk make faces every time Hvitserk had something to say about you. 

Ubbe had his concerns about the whole arrangement situations, it was like his parents were all setting them up for a war in between all his brothers, he could see that his brothers were all interested in you, Bjorn had told everybody that he was very interested in you, Hvitserk would make faces whenever someone would show any interest in you, Sigurd could not shut up about you, and although Ivar hadn’t said anything or approached you yet, but he always noticed how his ears perked up when his siblings spoke about you.

“I heard about it earlier, I was hanging out with, uh Sigurd and Hvitserk called him over” 

Your cheeks turned red as you spoke, suddenly turning a little shy when you spoke about his brothers; it was a little weird you couldn’t deny it, you were technically dating all of the Ragnarssons at the same time, and although everybody was aware of it, you couldn’t help but to be a little embarrassed about it. 

“Oh yeah, I heard all about that when we were training. You don’t have to be shy about it, you’re good. I get it’s a weird situation we are all in” 

He took a sip from his ale after he spoke, hoping to break the wall you had suddenly built around yourself. 

“You’re right, it’s all weird but it’s an interesting situation too if you think about it, some girls would kill to be in my place don’t you think? I get to pick one of the 5 Ragnarssons”

The laid back vibe was back, and you were now resting your head on the palm of your head, staring at him as you spoke, 

“I’m glad you’re having fun” 

He was staring back at you, with a flirty smile. 

Hours later, you and Ubbe were wasted. Laughing and talking about everything and nothing. After that small talk about the whole arranged marriage, things went pretty smooth, instead of digging and talking about what the other wanted in a relationship, or what he could or could not offer, or what a life together would look like. 

Instead, you and him focused on having a good conversation, on telling stories and getting to know the other, and it was going great, you were having the time of your life. 

You couldn’t help but think and fantasize about a life with Ubbe, if good times and good vibes was something he had to offer you were more than willing to spend your time with him, not to mention the fact that he was handsome too, it was a great combination.

#arranged #vikings arranged #vikings imagine #vikings oneshot #Bjorn Ironside #bjorn oneshot #bjorn imagine #Ubbe Lothbrok #ubbe oneshot #ubbe imagine #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk oneshot #hvitserk imagine #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd oneshot #sigurd imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar oneshot #ivar imagine

[imaginesmai]

Ubbe -My Viking Prince (3)

This part is shorter than the last ones, as it’s just and ending for the serie! I tried to make it as funny as fluffy as I could; and there isn’t any angst! I hope you like it, the original request is from @ateliefloresdaprimavera, but this part was requested by @mysecretarcadia. 

Plot: your family is growing and so is your happiness.

Warnings: smut and extrem fluff

When your ancestors built the castle of Wessex, they made it so the sun could always be seen in the rooms. It didn’t matter what time of the day it was; if the sun was on the sky, your room would have light. You used to love that as a child, because it made you woke up early and you could be the first one to play with the horses. But as you got older, you wished the sun wouldn’t hit your face every morning. Ubbe hated that too, and when he woke up because of it, he tightened his arms around you and told you that in Kattegat you wouldn’t have that problem.

After your weeding, Ubbe decided to stay in England with you and to form a little family of his own. One year later, little Eyra arrived to the world; a cute, beautiful baby with blue eyes and blonde hair. She was a daddy’s girl, his precious treasure, the God’s gifts. But she was not perfect; all nights she kept crying, and in the mornings, she crawled around the castle causing mischief with her little hands. That morning you were enjoying the heat of your husband’s body when you heard small steps from your right. Lifting yourself slowly from Ubbe’s chest, you saw Eyra trying to climb into the bed with you; maybe she couldn’t talk, but she sure as hell could climb.

-          Look who’s here. -you smiled, moving and helping her up. -You come to wake up daddy?

-          Da! -she clapped happily. -Da! Da!

-          I don’t think daddy’s hearing you. -you laughed. Ubbe was still asleep, trying to find your body with his arm.

You knew it was a matter of seconds before he woke up, so you put your little baby in his chest; Eyra, who was used to having her morning feeding, latched her lips around her father’s nipple and bit. His scream was similar to a little kitten’s one, and you could grab Eyra just before her father threw her to the ground. After realising what was happening, he glared at you playfully and took the little girl in his arms.

-          You can’t do that, princess. That hurt daddy.

-          Da! -Eyra said again.

-          Yeah, daddy. You hurt daddy. -he smiled and kissed her little nose. -How can you be so beautiful?

-          Because she looks like her father. -you took her away and put your breast out of your nightgown, so she could feed herself.

-          She may have my eyes, but she has your nose. -Ubbe sat you in his lap, watching you both in awe. -And your smile. She’s a little you.

-          If you say so. -you laughed.

With one hand holding her little head, you put your arm around your husband’s neck and kissed him softly. Eyra continued sucking on your breast for a while, until she fell asleep again. Knowing it wouldn't last longer, you got up and put her to the crib. When she was born, your brother and Ubbe made sure that she had her little nursery; a small room beside yours where you could watch her and have your intimacy. She had her little thumb hanging loose between her lips, and as soon as her body touched the sheets, she gripped the toy her father made her when she was born. It was an angel; Ubbe didn’t believe in them, but he made it for you. Sure, he also told her a story about his gods everyday and had already built a shield for her, but nevertheless it was a kind gesture.

Ubbe was waiting for you sitting on the bed, and by the look in his eyes, you knew what he wanted. You’ve learned that he was familiar man; he loved everything about his family, and in a strange way, it turned him on seeing you with Eyra. Even more if you were breast-feeding her in front of him.

-          She takes too much of our time. -he said, lifting you from the ground and throwing you to bed. You laughed and ran your hand through his beard. -But I can’t imagine a world without her.

-          I know. -you smiled. -I didn’t know something so little could bring so much joy.

-          You’re the best thing in my life. -Ubbe said. -A wife, a little child, lands where my people can live. There’s just one thing I want.

-          Another child, my prince? -you smirked.

Your hands landed on his chest and pushed him down to bed, sitting on his lap and kissing his lips softly. He moved one of his hands to the curve of your neck, moving his lips against you much rougher than you; with a bruising lust. It had been a while since you had done anything, as Eyra had been sick and you had to take care of her. After a quiet “we’ve gotta be quiet and quick”, he pulled at your bottom lip and you started grinding against him. Ubbe barely let you catch your breath before he was invading your mouth again. Between your make-out session, you both ended up naked; and suddenly, you’re flipped around and his mouth is latched at your nipple.

At first, you’re not sure about what he’s doing; but then, you see a little white line hanging from his lips and you moan just with the sight.

-          Just as good as I’ve imagined, love. -he said. You arch against him as his tongue swirls around your nipple, before he sucked again. -Odin, I could be like this forever.

-          You better get down now, Ubbe. -you half ordered-begged.

His lips kept leaving soft kisses down your stomach, and stopped at your hip to suck a hickey before you could say anything. His hands gripped your hips as he blew lightly against your core, making you moan again and grip his hair with your hand.

-          That’s not how children are made. -you chuckled.

-          Well, I’m in my way darling. -he smiled.

A teasing finger touched your entrance, and after a few lazy strokes, his mouth latched with your clit and two of his fingers searched for your g-spot. One of your hands flew to your mouth while the other one pushed your prince’s head deeper into your core, making him groan in satisfaction. He kept alternating between long strikes to your pussy and shorts flickers to your clit. Just when you felt you were going to wake little Eyra from her nap, Ubbe went up on you and kissed you roughly, making you feel yourself on him. His fingers didn’t stop, but it wasn’t enough to make you cum and he knew it.

-          My prince, please. -you moaned, his kisses moving towards your jaw and neck. -Ubbe, come on, please. Stop teasing.

-          What do you want Y/N? -he whispered, and shivers ran down your spine when his hot breath hit your ear.

-          Don’t be a tease, Ubbe. -you warned, reaching down and giving a soft squeeze to his hard dick. He let out a deep moan and you nearly reached your orgasm with it.

-          Say it. -he growled, and you knew it didn’t matter if you said it; he wouldn’t last long.

-          I want you to fuck me, Ubbe. -you trapped him between your arms and legs and whispered in his ear. -I want to feel you inside me, to feel your dick and I want you to cum inside me, and I want to be pregnant again with-

You were interrupted by him entering you with a deep thrust. You both stayed still for a second, enjoying being connected once again. Slowly, he shifted his hips and pulled back to trust in again. His hips started snapping powerfully against your own, and soon your hands found his wide back and you ran your nails down it. You wished it would last longer; but it had been a while and you were already dripping when he entered you. So, after a few minutes, your walls were tightening around him and he was cumming deep inside you.

Careful not to drop all his weight on you, he rested for a second and then turned so you could lay on his chest again. It was silent, and there weren’t need any words to say how much you loved each other. Maybe Eyra would start crying in a while, or some servant would come to your room because it was too late. You were important princes with duties; but in that moment, you only cared about each other.

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Laughs could be heard from everywhere around the castle, and even the most serious soldiers couldn’t help but smile at their king and his daughter. Ubbe ran through the corridors of the castle of Northumbria, chasing 7 year’s old Brenda who ran from her father laughing. Her uncle king Alfred of Wessex had left the day before, and that morning she was a little sad; so, her father decided it was a good idea to play with her.

After becoming king and queen of Northumbria, the past land of king Aella, Ubbe and you had three more children; Brenda, who was the oldest, and two twins called Bjorn, after his brother, and Gardar. They were still babies, and they were calmer than their sisters. Eyra was then fourteen, and she could already manage a sword and pray to the Gods while she wore his father’s bracelet. You knew it was tradition in your country to believe in one God; but it was more important your family than some stupid believe, so you let your children enjoy both religions.

-          I surrender! -said Ubbe. -By Odin, I surrender! I can’t run no more, you’re too fast!

-          Mommy, I beat Daddy! -Brenda said out of breath, while Ubbe smiled.

-          You’re the fastest girl in the world, I see. -you said, hugging Bjorn closer.

Your laughs and jokes were cut short when Eyra appeared in the corridor with a boy behind her. Ubbe, who had been sitting in the ground faking tiredness, stood up and gripped his sword; you could even say that he pushed his chest out and flexed his arms.

-          Eyra. -his deep and rough voice said. -Who’s this? And why is he so close?

-          Dad. -she smiled. -This is Erik. He’s coming to my room.

-          What for? -your husband asked too quickly. -Can’t you do whatever it is with me, in the great hall?

-          No, dad. -Eyra rolled her eyes.

-          What are you going to do? Why can’t-

-          That’s fine, Eyra. -you smiled at her. -Just let your maid know if you need anything.

-          Thanks mom! -she took the boy’s hand and you heard Ubbe choke on his breath.

-          I didn’t say I was okay with this!

Ubbe started walking behind them, with his eyes lost. Putting your hand around his arm, you made him stop and look at you.

-          Why did you do that? -he asked confused. -We don’t know him!

-          I do. -you laughed. -He’s one of the guard’s son. A good guy.

-          You know him? -his eyes widened. -I didn’t. Why didn’t I know him?

-          Because you scare everyone away with your “big bad dangerous” Viking attitude, my prince. -you pecked his lips, but he was still looking away.

-          That’s cool. Really. -sarcasm dripped from his words. -My daughter keeps secrets away from me. With my own wife!

-          I would never lie to you, daddy. -Brenda said, who was playing with baby Bjorn.

-          I know baby girl. -he smiled, fondly. -You’re-

-          When is Erik coming back? I want to play with him again. -she said as Bjorn laughed.

-          Wh-back? What does that mean? -Ubbe blinked a few times. -Again? You’ve played before with him?

You tried to calm your husband before he became really angry; but the situation made you laugh a little. It was true that you knew Erik for a while, since he had been coming to the castle for a few months just to see your girl. At first, you were on alert; but Erik was a good kid with pure intentions who loved your family. Ubbe was too overprotective of your family, so you decided to keep it as a secret as long as you could. With your hands around his neck and soft kisses being placed in his face, he calmed; until your youngest daughter opened his mouth again.

-          Dad? Is going Eyra to have another me? -she asked suddenly.

-          What? -Ubbe pushed you away, and you feared your daughter answer; from where you were, you could see your husband fuming.

-          Mommy told me that you made me because when two people love each other they create another person. Erik loves Eyra. Is Eyra having another me?

Brenda didn’t have time to understand what was happening as his father stumbled as he ran towards her older sister’s room. Maybe that poor boy would be so scared of your Viking prince that he would leave and never come back; but after that day, you knew that Ubbe would pay much more attention to the guys who crossed his door.

#vikings #vikings imagine #myvikingsprince #ubbe #ubbe x reader #ubbe imagine #ubbe oneshot #imaginemai #ubbe ragnarson #ubbe lothbrok #vikings x reader #vikings one shot #one shot

[redskull199987]

Hey! I have a request if you have time and motivation x3 I suffer from tourettes and wanted to ask if you could do a Ivar x reader where reader has tourettes. Not really bad but for example throwing their head back (The neck hurts soo bad from this gosh-) Maybe also bring hvitserk in or something if you want to <3 Write how you like and even modern Au if you think that fits more. Also i love your fics <3

I'm absolutely in love with this one. I really like how it turned out and I hope you do too, I looked some things up in order for it to turn our better so I hope you're fine with it. And I hope you're doing good, love<3

Tourettes and Tics

Ivar the Boneless x gender!neutral Reader Request

Word count:1.0k

Warnings:well, idk if Tics are supposed to be a warning, but yeah I'll put it here, so if ur triggerd by that, don't read

Summary: plagued by your Tics, Ivar is the only one who brings you comfort...

Masterlist

It was a day, like every other day. One of the most normal days in Kattegat. Nothing had changed. Auslaug was still the Queen. I still lived with the Prince's and everything seemed fine. Except for one thing.

I felt it. That prickle, I sometimes felt. Right before it started.

I suddenly stopped, dead in track. My eyes fixated on the rising sun. I was supposed to help bring inside the breakfast, but the sun seemed beautiful and it helped me relax.

"Watch it!"

I suddenly stumbled forward, dropping the plate I was holding, as someone bumped into my shoulder.

I fell to my knees and watched Sigurd grin at me before he left.

I took in a shaky breath. He had ruined it. My relaxation.

I suddenly threw back my head. Without any control over it, it happened again, before I managed to stop myself.

I groaned in pain, as I started to collect the pieces of the dropped plate.

"Y/N, what are you doing there?"

I turned around and saw Ivar crawling towards me. He had a confused look on his face.

Subconsciously, I grabbed a shard from the floor as I saw him coming. I was about to stab it into my hand as Ivar noticed and quickly grabbed my hand, preventing me from hurting myself.

I looked Down at his hand, which held mine, a little perplexed.

"I-Ivar", I stuttered quietly.

"It's alright", Ivar smiled. He looked down at the destroyed plate, "Leave it, come eat with us"

I only nodded. Ivar suddenly looked at me with wide eyes. I realized that I had thrown back my head again.

"Look at me", Ivar mumbled. He carefully grasped my cheek and made me look into his eyes.

I did as I was told and fixated on his eyes. I breathed in deeply and immediately I felt better. Ivar's deep blue eyes bored  into mine, but not in a bad or intimidating way, but in a loving and caring way.

"Better?", he asked. I nodded and looked back down. Ivar knew that focusing on something sometimes helped me control it better.

I slowly pushed myself up from the ground and slowly, Ivar and me trotted into the great hall.

"Look who it is!?", Sigurd laughed loudly, "Our Brother the cripple and his little freak!!"

A grunt left Ivars lips as he pulled himself up to sit on a barrel.

"Shut it, Sigurd!", he mumbled.

I was still standing behind Ivar, not knowing what to do.

I suddenly felt how my head snapped back. A yelp left my lips, as I felt how the  pain shot through my body.

I saw how Sigurd mockingly through back his head and laughed loudly at my actions.

I immediately grabbed Ivars arm and held onto it. Ivar looked up at me and grabbed my hand, lightly stroking the back of my hand.

"Let's go", he mumbled and nodded his head into the direction of the entrance.

I nodded and slowly let go of his arm. I waited until Ivar had crawled in front of me and then I followed.

We were about to step out, as I suddenly felt how someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. A yelp left my lips, as I noticed that it was Sigurd.

He pulled me close to him and whisperd into my ear:"Do you really think, that Ivar cares for you!? He only puts up with you, because you're as broken as him"

He paused and stared into my eyes. His snake eye watched me intensely. On the contrary to Ivar's eyes, Sigurd's were intimidating. His stare felt evil.

He slowly raised his hand and tapped his fingers against my temple:"Just in the mind"

I couldn't help myself. I was scared, stressed. Before I could stop myself, I raised my hand and slapped Sigurd into the Face.

He let go of me with a yelp.

Just as surprised as he was, I took a few steps back.

I saw Ivar next to me, a perplexed glare in his face.

"Come on", he mumble and grabbed my hand.

"You'll regret that, Freak!!", I heard Sigurd scream after us, but Ivar had already pulled me away into the direction of the cliffs.

By the time, we had reached our destination, I must've thrown back my head for a million times easyly.

I felt like shit. My neck hurt like hell and my mind was spinning around the events from earlier.

"Y/N", Ivar suddenly said. He had sat down on the gras next to the cliffs. We had a beautiful view of Kattegat from up here.

I looked down at Ivar, who held out his hand for me.

I smiled and grabbed it. He pulled me down towards him and gently pulled my head to lay on his chest. I felt his hand wander to my neck and slightly massage the sore muscles. I groaned slightly at the pain.

"It's not true", Ivar suddenly said.

"What?", I asked and sat up to properly look at him.

"What Sigurd said", he mumbled and grabbed my hand,"I deeply care for you, for the person you really are, not because you're... Broken. Because to me, you were never broken"

I felt a tear slip down my cheek as a smile rose to my lips. Ivar gently grasped my cheek and wiped away my tears.

"I care for you too, Ivar", I mumbled.

Ivar only smiled. He slowly came closer to me. His eyes bore into mine and he seemed to ask for permission. I nodded slightly and closed my eyes. I waited and then his lips collided with mine. In that moment, I forgot everything around us. Every problem, every sore muscle, every stupid brother, every not working leg. Everything.

In that moment, the world was perfect.

#Ivar #Ivar the Boneless #ivar x reader #ivar x y/n #Ivar x gender neutral reader #ivar vikings #ivar the boneless x reader #Vikings #Vikings fic #Vikings os #vikings x reader #Ragnar #björn ironside #Ubbe #Sigurd #Hvitserk #oneshot #x reader #edit #gender neutral y/n

[norsenightingale]

“Is it true what they said tonight in the longhouse? Do you intend to marry me?”

Ubbe’s fingers stilled their precious task, kneading the soft flesh of the woman underneath him. He stuttered for a moment, almost unsure if he heard her words correctly. Who had spoken of such things and how could they possibly have known?

“Your silence isn’t answering the question,” (y/n) reminded him.

He looked over her as she lie on the furs - his furs, on his bed. Her features were already breathtaking but even more so in the soft glow of the candles. In a tender moment he pressed their foreheads together, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

“I want you - crave you - the way I have you now,” He answered truthfully. “And I feel that I want that forever.”

#vikings fanfiction #vikings #ubbe fanfiction #ubbe x reader #ubbe daydream #ubbe imagine #ubbe fluff #ubbe ragnarsson #vikings daydream #ubbe smut #ubbe oneshot #vikings oneshot #ratedg #norsenightingale

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings + gen z slang

Summary: How Vikings Characters would react to Gen Z slang

Notes: back on working on requests, so i hope i can get some more oneshots out soon. happy lunar new year to everyone who celebrates!!

Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

With the program

He knows that he’s a slay-queen-girlboss-cunt-serving-camp

He understands gen z slang like no other

Rizz? He’s got it. Mister Worldwide? Been there, done that.

Turns into a ninth century (?) twitter queen

Lagertha

She doesn’t really care all that much about gen z slang

“You’re slaying? Me too, but on the battlefield. Catch up.”

Pretends not to understand

Fully understands and sometimes busts down on her gen z meme culture knowledge

Aslaug

Aslaug is above gen z slang

But she also knows that she’s camp

She just knows

She’s a volva, magic is in her blood. You know what else is? An immaculate sense in fashion

That’s the only thing that might make her willing to try to understand our culture

Perfected the lightskin stare the moment she was born (it’s permanently on her face istg)

Athelstan

PLEASE NO

You know that ancient man video? Athelstan is the ancient man. Would he understand the video? No.

This would be his response: God, that girl looks terribly drunk.

As a linguist, he tries

Approaches it as a foreign language. It works to some degree.

I never want to hear the words “You’re serving girlboss today, Ragnar.” Out of his mouth

(this happened to me in a dream. Literally traumatizing)

Bjorn

Thinks it’s girlish (it is not)

Would say “You’re one of them queers?”

I mean yeah, but so is your mom.

Gen z talk isn’t cool enough for him (he’s suffering from Rollo’s internalized generational homophobia/gayness, give him some space)

Ubbe

Like a supportive mom

‘That’s wonderful sweetie. Now back to my casserole.’

Absolutely understands gen z slang after you teach him

Prides himself on having the most rizz

Boy you rizzed up a slave girl and your aunt calm down

Protects gen z slang against ivar like it’s cultural heritage

Hvitserk

Worst mistake you could make is teach him slang

He uses it

Just incorrectly

At all times

And does not care to be corrected.

Slang is a product of pop culture? Hvitserk is now making it HIS product

Deal with it (don’t. make him stfu pls.)

Sigurd

He’s one of those abcdefu people

The ones that are like ‘let me sing my new song for you, and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for your gas’

So annoying

But also in an indie artist generational trauma daddy issues kind of way, so I can forgive him

Not really

Ivar

HATES gen z slang more than anything

He thinks it’s stupid

Dumb

Dull

Incredibly unintellectual

Secretly uses it to express his feelings in a diary he burns every week

Ecbert

ECBERT MY SILLY LITTLE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

Manwhore and proud!

Get this man a gag asap or you’ll live to regret the day you met him

With him and Ragnar, you’re gonna be stuck in a little hellcircle (probably to be joined by Athelstan)

Gets acrylics despite not knowing what they are and clicks with them

STOP HIM! STOP THIS SILLY LITTLE MAN!

Aethelwulf

Literally the opposite of Ecbert

If he has to spend one more second around his father speaking slang

He’ll cut off his ear to match Judith

And then the other to outdo her (he’s such a loser smh)

So done with Ecbert

He’ll literally hate everything Ecbert likes

#ragnar #ragnar lothbrok #ragnar x reader #ragnar lothbrok x reader #lagertha #aslaug #athelstan #bjorn #bjorn x reader #ubbe #ubbe x reader #hvitserk #hvitserk x reader #ivar #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #sigurd #ecbert #aethelwulf #vikings #history vikings