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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 6 months ago

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Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons Chapter 5 FINAL

Any Viking/Norse words and customs were found on Google, so if it's incorrect please educate me!! Summary: Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of. A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has. Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way?

Viking!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut, abuse, violence, animal attack, blood

Previous chapter

A week later was Y/N’s marking ceremony. The first marking was always cause for celebration and was meant to depict the battle won. As Y/N sat in a chair in the temple with her left arm bare, Bucky stood off to the side with Winnifred and Wanda while another woman was getting a small table ready with ink and a sharp tool.

“Your first marking is a great honor and privilege,” Wanda stepped forward as the woman dipped the sharp tool into the ink. “It will reflect what you conquered…a great wolf,” she touched Y/N’s upper arm.

The first tap of the tool was the worst as it pierced Y/N’s skin. She gritted her teeth as a hiss passed through her lips. Bucky stepped forward and held her free hand as the woman continued. She sat there for what felt like an eternity as the woman hammered the tool into her skin. When she almost felt like she couldn’t take anymore the woman finally swiped the excess ink and blood away, pouring a solution over her arm that helped the aching throb minimize slightly.

”Please say you’re done,” Y/N pleaded.

”Finished,” the woman smiled at her as she took her things and left.

Y/N looked down at her arm. On her upper left arm was the outline of a wolf body with intricate swirls and lines inside the outline. Underneath the wolf were a few symbols. “What do the runes mean?” she asked, looking at Bucky.

”Wolf warrior,” he explained, his finger sliding near the marking.

Y/N nodded as Wanda came over. She hovered her hands over Y/N’s marking and said a prayer before taking a bandage and wrapping it around her arm. “Wash it with water daily and keep it wrapped until it is healed, Drottning,” she instructed her. “The Gods are pleased with you, Y/N Astrid.”

***

Y/N was cooking one day when she first felt it. A tiny flutter, nearly unnoticeable. She dropped the spoon she was using in the pot as her hands flew to her stomach. She waited until…there it was again! Her monthly had not come for a few months now, and as much as she assumed she was with child, she didn’t want to be hasty in telling Bucky or anyone else until she felt it. She had felt her stomach becoming slightly firmer over the past weeks, a small bump forming at the pit of her stomach, but this confirmed it for her. The quickening.

”Bucky!” She called for him out the front door. He had gone to a friend’s longhouse not far down from theirs. He was already running towards her by the time she said his name.

”I felt you,” he said, his eyes wide as he approached her. “In my head, it was like I felt and heard you call before you did,” he cupped her face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

”Nothing is wrong,” Y/N smiled. She pulled him inside and sat on their bed with him. She took his hand and nestled it on her stomach. He waited for a few moments until he felt a tiny push back onto his fingers. His eyes widened again as he stared at her. “It’s happening,” Y/N whispered, her eyes starting to fill with tears.

“It’s…my…Y/N,” he kneeled in front of her, putting both of his hands on her stomach. He waited again, giving her stomach a small push then feeling the tiny push back, like it was indignant with his prodding. He let out a breathy laugh, his smile wide as he looked back up at her. “Our child.”

Y/N nodded, her hands now cupping his face as her tears fell. “Our child.”

Months later she was in labor. She gripped Bucky’s hand as she pushed for what felt like the millionth time. “That’s it, Drottning, you’re almost there,” Wanda encouraged her, sitting at the end of the bed in between Y/N’s legs.

“I can’t…I can’t…” Y/N cried. She was so tired.

“You can, you can, my love,” Bucky said, opening her hand and kissing each of her fingers. His fingertips glowed as he tried to help lessen the pain. The tension Y/N was feeling ebbed away slightly as her muscles relaxed. “There you go, my star, you can do this. Just a little more.”

“I need to move,” Y/N said suddenly, trying to haul herself up off her back. Bucky and Wanda helped her get on all fours on the bed. “Okay…” she breathed slowly, feeling the energy inside her move. She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. “I need to push.”

”Then push,” Wanda said, rubbing Y/N’s lower back.

Y/N bared down, arching her back a little as she pushed. She felt the pain increase tenfold, making her scream, until the pressure finally rushed out of her as the baby slipped out. Wanda caught the baby easily in the blanket she was holding. “Congratulations, it’s a boy,” she smiled as she handed the baby to an accompanying midwife to clean.

”A boy!” Bucky cried, watching the midwife hold him. “You hear that Y/N, a boy. You did so well, my love.”

”It’s not over,” Y/N gritted her teeth. “I knew it…there’s another one.”

”What?” Bucky gasped as she rocked back and forth again.

Wanda peeked down and nodded. “She’s right, there’s another baby. Twins! Good instincts, Drottning,” she said, putting pressure on her lower back again. “Are you ready?”

”Yes…” Y/N grunted as she felt the pressure build again. “Freya help me…” she prayed as she bared down again. The pain wasn’t as bad this time as she felt the baby slip, letting out a pained whimper this time. The baby came out wriggling and immediately screaming, unlike its brother.

”This one is a…girl,” Wanda announced, a wide smile on her face. “Two babies, Drottning. You’ve earned another marking.”

”Not unless it’s a small one,” Y/N sassed back as she dropped to her elbows.

”A girl…” Bucky watched on in wonder as the two babies were cleaned. The boy was healthy but quiet and calm, almost like he was annoyed at having to be pushed out into his new home and trying to get back to sleep. The girl was a fighter, wriggling and screaming like she was cursing the midwives that held her. Wanda cleaned Y/N once the afterbirth was out and had her lay on her side.

”Your children,” Wanda said as she and the midwife presented the babies to Y/N, laying them both by her on the bed. Bucky chuckled as he looked at them both. Tears fell from his eyes as he held a finger out to the girl who was closest to him. The girl gripped his finger and started to calm herself as he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

”Two babies…how did you know?” Bucky looked at Y/N.

Y/N sighed. “I wasn’t sure, I just had a feeling, like there were two energies inside me,” she breathed. She held her finger out to the boy close to her, who seemed to lazily hold her finger as she stroked his cheek.

”What do we call them?” Bucky asked, dipping his face near the babies, kissing their heads lightly.

”We should honor the Aesir,” Y/N said quietly, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion. “Freyr,” she nodded to the boy, “and Freya,” she pointed at the girl.

”After the twin gods,” Bucky’s smile widened. “My love,” he reached his free hand out and cupped Y/N’s cheek. She nuzzled his hand softly. “I’m so proud of you.”

”I love you,” Y/N whispered.

***

12 years later

Y/N hauled another load of wood into the longhouse as she finished breakfast. The children were outside with Bucky, holding their wooden swords as he helped them train. The spring had set in and she was enjoying the sun and the children being outside more rather than driving her insane cooped up inside during the long winter months.

“Baldr, if you jab like this, it’s a more effective kill,” Bucky instructed, twisting his son’s wrist a certain way. Baldr nodded, then tried it alone. “That’s it, my boy. Okay, Freya, your turn.”

Y/N watched as the five of them fought together. The Gods had blessed them with another set of twins a couple of years after the first, another girl and boy pair they named Baldr and Thyra. She watched as Freya lithely attacked Bucky, her movements hurried but methodical. She was never one to back down from a challenge. Freyr looked on, ever the quiet one, who would rather watch and plan ahead than just jump in. Baldr was boisterous and lived up to his name from the God of Radiance, his exuberance and excitement ever present. Thyra wasn’t interested in training, she was the spiritually in tune one, only ever wanting to be out in nature, always sticking to Y/N when she could and learning more about the powers that they all held.

“Jarl!” A shout rang out through the village. Bucky immediately stopped what he was doing, looking at the man who was running towards him.

“What is it, Thor?”

”An English ship, asking permission to come ashore!” Thor said as he ran up to Bucky, his eyes looking wild and worried.

Y/N came outside as he delivered the news. Bucky’s eye met hers in alarm. Y/N shook her head. “Are you sure it’s an English ship?”

”Yes, Drottning,” Thor assured her. “I’m surprised they even asked for permission.”

”Children, stay here,” Bucky instructed them. “Y/N,” he said, holding his hand out to her. She quickly took it as he walked towards the shore.

When they saw the ship afar off they both froze. “Is that your family’s flag?” Bucky asked her, his hand squeezing hers tightly.

”Yes,” she breathed.

Bucky instructed his people to let them ashore. A few boats from the ship were loaded with people and they started rowing towards the shore. Y/N paced back and forth, her power rolling around her fingertips and subtly branching out to the water. She read the energies of the people on the boats.

”My father isn’t there,” she said. Bucky looked at her. “They aren’t here to hurt us,” she said with a trembling voice. “It’s…something else.”

After a long while the boats finally made it. The people slowly stepped ashore and held their hands and weapons up in surrender. One person, a young man, stepped forward. “We’ve come in peace, we mean no harm.”

Bucky stepped forward as he walked toward the young man. “Then what are you here for?”

The young man huffed a laugh. “My goodness, Jarl James Barnes, you look almost exactly the same,” he smiled. He took a step forward and held out his hand. “You probably don’t remember me. My name is Alfred.”

Y/N gasped as she looked at him more closely. Bucky looked back at her, Alfred following his gaze until it settled on Y/N. He froze. “Y/N?” Alfred asked hesitantly.

“Alfie?” Y/N said as she slowly walked to him.

Bucky smiled. “Alfie, of course, you were just a boy,” he laughed. He shook his hand then gestured for him to approach Y/N. She looked at him carefully. The same mop of hair on his head, the same eyes, but now on an older, more handsome face, and a whole head taller than her. He looked like their mother mostly, but with their father’s stern brow. Y/N slowly walked over to him and stopped when she was a foot away from him. She reached a hand out and touched his face. Her power slipped into his mind, and it finally convinced her.

“Alfie,” she sniffled. She opened her arms and he quickly hugged her. He cried as he nestled his face into her neck.

“It is you,” he laughed, muffled into her shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N said incredulously. She pulled back and held his face. “You’re so tall! So grown up…” she cried as she looked him over.

“Father finally died,” Alfie said as he took her hands into his. “I wanted to visit you from the moment you left but he forbade it.” He squeezed her hands. “Your securing peace made you a saint in England, and he couldn’t stand it. I did as you said, like you always taught me,” he smiled widely at her. “And England is doing better than it has in a hundred years.”

“Of course it is,” Y/N smiled.

Bucky joined them as his men helped the other Englishmen come ashore. “This calls for a feast. And lucky for all of you it’s nearing the spring solstice, Eostre is upon us,” he clapped Alfie’s back. “Come, meet the family.”

“Family?” Alfie said, a wide-eyed look of shock on his face.

They led Alfie and his men to the village, showing them around and introducing them to everyone. When they reached their personal longhouse Y/N called for the children. They slowly came out, watching carefully and scrutinizing the people with their parents.

“My loves,” Y/N reached out to them, “this is my brother, Alfie, the King of England. He’s your uncle.”

“Uncle?” Freya piped up first. She fearlessly walked up to him and looked at him strangely. Alfie held his hand out to her.

“And what’s your name?” he asked.

“Freya Barnes, daughter of Jarl James and Drottning Y/N Astrid,” she introduced herself loudly, shaking his hand firmly.

Alfie smiled, glancing at Y/N amusedly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, spitfire. And who are these?”

Y/N pushed the others forward slightly. “This is Freyr, Baldr, and Thyra.”

They each shook his hand. Thyra instantly held her hands out for him to hold her. He glanced again at Y/N who nodded and he picked her up. She put her hands on his face and looked at him, her eyes boring into his. After a moment she smiled. “He is blessed,” she said quietly.

Bucky appeared behind Y/N, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her head. “Thank you,” he said lowly.

“For what?” Y/N said, looking up at him.

“For this,” he gestured to their children and Alfie. “For helping me bring peace to my people. For giving me this family. For raising a good boy to become a good man to be King,” he kissed her forehead. “For being mine…my star.”

Y/N smiled fondly at him. She kissed his lips and looked back at her whole family. Norsemen and Anglo-Saxons really weren’t that different.

**picture is A.I. from Pinterest, unknown original "artist" or "creator"**

THE END! I really hope y'all liked this one, it was a lot of fun to write. I'm going to post a couple of one-shots or short series. If anybody has any suggestions or requests I'm all ears. Reminder: I'm new to this, so please be patient and understanding with me as I figure it all out. Also, I don't do dark!character stuff, so don't ask.

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velvet-paradox · 2 months ago

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Stay (ch. 8)

A gift - Cruelty of betrayal - The battle is won - A unity in marriage -The first time is the deepest

Length: LONG Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, oral (f & m receiving), angst, blood mention, fingering, first time, p in v, creampie, detailed smut. ENJOY!!

The air has changed, over night from a chill in the air to actual snow on the ground, flurries of it swirling about. Roofs of houses covered white, boot print marks on travels, wheelbarrows tracks, the smell of wet pine and carefully stoked fire.

König is still fast asleep, his thick arm cradling his head, his fingers twitch in his hair as he slumbers. You watch his bare chest raise and fall, calming really, to watch such a ibrute be this still and quiet. Your eyes rake over his body, radiating heat, some nights you wondered if you even needed a fire, just use his body heat for warmth.

He laughed at that.

You wondered about your parents, looking down at your arm band. Has word traveled to them about your coming nuptials? Would they attend? Would they feel too guilty to watch you marry the boogeyman, knowing they had sealed your fate? Or was it truly the Gods who have given you trials, to overcome, to become and belong to KorTac? Trusting that you were worthy of König and his affections, to be the one to carry down his legacy. Your legacy. Tales would be told, sagas written and voiced down, songs sung.

"You're going to burn a hole into the wall if you keep thinking that hard." König's sleepy voice broke your thoughts like spiderwebs. He was now rolled over onto his side, holding up his head to look at you, one tattooed leg out over the covers.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to see you worrying; what troubles have my pet so focused, hmmm?" He took a hold of your wrist, thumbing over the bones beneath.

"Our future."

"And what a fine one it will be. We shall have a wedding ceremony, celebrate our union, start on our family. I am eager for it, are you not?" König asked, his eyebrows meeting in curiosity.

You were but… how could you be? The old you, Y/N, would have been terrified and would be desperate to get away from him, not looking hopeful into his eyes, the yearning to be beneath him coursing through your veins. Old layers of your former self were peeling away, day by day.

"I am. Truly, I just do not what it holds."

"Trust the Gods, my dear. They know what is best and if you are still uncertain, we shall visit the Seer."

"What about Ada?"

König clucked his tongue and shook his head, "Nein nein. We shall work it all out, she does not mean to duel with you, not really. I think she is just jealous."

"What if she is not? What if she is serious, König. She could ask for a death match!"

"You really think I would allow such a thing?"

You slithered down into the bed, inching closer so you could look at him, touch his face, so much has happened and maybe you should've fought back, made him realize you weren't some pawn or play thing but when you look at him, ireally look at him; it wasn't about that. It was strange to think of your past, you weren't doing much with your life, living day to day, foraging, taking care of the house and your parents. You didn't have too many friends, not ones that would avenge you or come looking for you. Clearly. You were just there but here, in this bed, in this village in this chapter of your life, you were enjoying the pace.

Helping a new friend devlier babies, getting to know the clan, becoming a stronger shieldmaiden by the hands and structure of Sebastian Kruger, banter with Ghost and Soap. Maybe the Gods were right in gifting you to The Collector afterall.

"Nein."

"Exactly. No harm with come to you, not while there is still air in my lungs." He kissed the corner of your mouth, sighing into you as he wrapped his heavy arms around you.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, fingering over a deep scar on his bicep that was in your face.

"Anything."

"At our engagement, you said you bought something…"

"Ah, ja. I did in fact."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise." König hummed into your hair.

"Can I have a hint?"

"Nein. I'll do you one better and show you, after second breakfast."

"Second breakfast? I know you can put away a lot of food but that seems a bit much, don't you think?"

"Nein," he shook his head with a light laugh, rolling you over on to your back. "Not when you are to be my first meal of the day!"

….

You wondered if life would always be like this. The hands of The Collector, the carnage and savagery, the damage he could yield on your skin. Fingertips dug into your flesh, your knees damn near your ears as he folded you in half. Delightfully moaning against your cunt as you squealed, moaning his name, tugging at his hair.

"Hold her open for me." König panted, giving both of your shins a quick and sloppy kiss as you moved your hands from your breasts, spreading yourself wide. "Good job."

König grinned and dove back in to taste you as you dragged your nails down your calves.

Everyone you came across that morning gave you both a wave, a congratualtions, smiling at you both as you made your way through KorTac. Gaz had finsihed making you a cloak for winter, it matched the deep, mossy green of König's own cloak. The cold air had your clinging to his arm, parading you about, boots crunching in the snow.

You walked in tandem up a bit of a hill, houses with rowdy children, clinking and foraging new blades for future raids, a butcher breaking down chickens, tossing scraps to a few waiting strays.

You stopped at the bottom of another trail.

"Do you trust me?"

What an odd question, trusting the man that haunted the dreams of babes but the one you desired.

"Of course."

You could see the light in König's eyes light up, he tucked you closer and asked you to close your eyes. It was strange to be walking blind but you did in fact trust the man next to you, trusted his knowledge of this terrain, the lay of his land. You listened when he told you step over a fallen log, move out of the way. He guided you to the right and finally came to a halt.

He told you to open your eyes.

You blinked them open, looking over the viallge from this incredible height. All his people, soon to be iyour people milling about down there, going about their own morning, cooking, cleaning, teaching, learning. Clouds of smoke from open houses, dogs chasing cats, the pounding of freshly logged wood.

"Where are we?"

"Home."

König put his heavy hands on your shoulders and turned you around. There behind you was a beautiful cottage, paned windows, a plot for a garden. It was beautiful and you hadn't even stepped inside.

"I bought you a home."

Your smiled faded when he only said he about you a home. Not meant for the both of you?

Your face must've gave it away.

"I'm sorry pet, it is too small? I can afford a bigger one if you wish. Just say the word."

"Nein nein, it's perfect."

"Then why the face?"

"I only thought you would have bought a home for the both of us. We are to be married, are we not? We're not going to live together? I understand you have a lot to do, being the leader and example for KorTac but, you'll be so far away from me down there in the hall. What if I get lonely?"

König made a noise and had you face him, your head in his hands.

"My dear pet, this is our home. I bought it for you, for us, for our family. I will be able to see the fjord, who is coming and who is going, everyone will know where to find us," he kissed you through the mask. "This is our home."

"But I thought we lived at the hall."

"Nein pet, I stay there when I need to and since I was keeping an eye on you, it was convenient to stay there. But after our unity, we will be living up here from now on."

"This is all ours?" You smiled and looked around the property, more than enough land, more than enough space, four rooms, a hearth for cooking, a large room for an entire family. Your family.

"Ja."

"So you do care for me?"

König nuzzled your face, hugging you tightly, resting his cheek against the top of our head. "Of course my dear, you question my loyalty still?"

You grabbed him after the tour, tearing off his mask to kiss him hard on the mouth. Stunned by your actions he let you, he let you do whatever you wanted. And certainly did not complain when you got down on your knees, undid his pants and slipped his cock down your throat.

….

Laswell had requested your services and advice for herbs, mentioning that you were the best forager around KorTac. Upon agreement and payment you gladly took her basket and set off into the woodlands.

You found a patch you were looking for, kneeling down and humming a little tune your mother used to sing to you. You never asked about it, just knew your mother would sing it out loud, it would calm you, center you in times of concern. The looming threat of what Ada wanted, a duel was heavy on your shoulders. Grateful the you were being trained to be a better maiden, knew how to use a bow previously, now sword fighting, clashing, striking.

You heard a rolling cart not far off from you in deep in the woods, the creaking and jostling of something didn't bother you, didn't concern you much. That was the trail to another market, one you had frequented when you lived at home. Seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Out of general curiosity you left your basket of goodies and made your way out of the trees, crunching snow, your cheeks on fire from the cold to see the trail ahead. The cart wobbled a bit in the distance. A couple along with it, a mule trudging behind them.

"Out of the lane woman!"

You turned around to see another cart coming your way.

"Mother?!"

"Stop the cart!" Your mother, frantically jumped from the cart and ran over to you, tears in her eyes, sorrow in her voice as she sobbed into your cloak. She looked you over, kissing your face, holding your head to hers. "Oh my child! We have feared you dead for so long! Yet here you are, in one piece."

"Y/N!" Your father hugged you tightly, the three of you together again. Even if only for a moment. "Are you escaping?" He asked after the tears had stopped. "We have room in the back for you to cover up."

"Escaping?"

"Yes child, are you hiding from that monster? Surely you have tried to rid yourself of him." Your father looked you over then, seeing your finely made clothing, newly mended boots.

"I uh, I'm marrying him. He proposed. I am to be a wife and a mother!"

"And you are willing to marry such a man?" Your mothers' voice turned to shock. "Surely you would rather choose death than to be the wife of The Collector."

"Quite the opposite, mother," you proffessed, their looks of dismay and disappointemt made you feel guilty for being even a spirkle of happy with König. "He may be ruthless but he keeps me healthy, satisfyied, well fed. I'm being trained by one they call Kruger, I know how to use a blade now, I have friends and people--"

"Stop this at once!" Your father shouted. You bit your lip. "What sort of poison has he given you to say such things? You sound thrilled! How could you be?"

"I am happy. I had to make the best out of my situation, I refuse to be miserable for the rest of days."

"How? We raised you to be a fighter, this is madness, daughter." Your mother scolded. "Have you not attempted iany to escape from his clutches?"

"Nein."

"Nein? You are even speaking his language! You are not our daughter. When the villagers find you out you want to be with that madman, given vows, rings… we shall be laughed out."

Your heart broke. Bile rose in your throat and unhappy tears welled up in your eyes. "Do not say that, father. I am still --"

"You are not Y/N, oh how disappointed she would be to see you in such a sorry state. Wanting to be married to The Collector, shameful. No child of mine would choose such a dishonorable life."

"Dishonor-- I did not choose this life! This sitaution, unforseen," you swallowed your tears, voice cracking as you did so. The look on your parents face was sad. The had believed you dead and maybe it was better that way, they had let you go. "The Gods chose me."

They both looked at each other in disbelief, shocked that you sounded and looked so sure of yourself.

"I cannot believe my ears," your mother touched your arms band one last time before climbing up on the cart, your father following close behind. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You have clearly made your choice, child."

"Y/N, the real daughter, would never have put up with this."

You sniffled, tears freezing to your cheeks as they rode away, they didn't even have the heart to look back.

"You're right," you cried watching their heads slip down the horizon, out of sight. "That's because I am her no longer."

….

You came out of the woods a different person. Emerged in the evening sun with an even colder crisp to the air. A basket full of herbs, eyes still glassy and wet as you passed the tree line, by Keeva and John's homestead.

They had left you. Never would you have thought your parents would willingly let you go like this. The more you thought about it, the more angrier you had become. Rage had been laying dormant for so long you didn't even realize how hard you had made your fists as you marched through the village. They had come to terms that their only daughter was dead already, that you wouldn't last this long. It made your skin crawl.

You couldn't find König, which made your rage worse. Stomping and stalking through the hall. You marched all the way to your room at the back, slamming the door shut before dropping to the ground with a ripping scream. Your forehead to the floor, hands at the nape of your neck. You screamed and cried some more until you heard the door latch open. Heavy boots. Slow steps. You got up and threw yourself at him.

"Hey hey, what is going on? What did he do now?" It was Kruger. You looked up at him with a terrible face, anguish, pain, betrayal.

"It wasn't h-him," You pressed your face into his collar. "I sa-aw my parents."

"Ah, overwhelming after all this time, ja?" He asked, petting your head.

"Nein! They abandonded me, they are disappointed. I dishonor them by wanting to marry König. They said I am inot their daughter anymore," you fisted Krugers cloak, pleading for some relief. "What am I to do? My parents have willingly thrown me away!"

"It's alright, pet. You have us. You have all of KorTac, you have friends, you have König. We are your family now."

After you calmed down in his arms, you sniffled and took several steps back to sit on your bed, head in your hands, tears drying crusty on down your face. "Wh-o will give me away?"

"Is that one of your traditions? Like the arm band?"

You nodded.

The bed creaked when he sat down next to you, offering his hand. "If you wish, I'll do it. I shall give you away."

"You would do that for me?"

Kruger, even behind his enitre mask, you didn't even know what he looked like under there had a smile in his tone and nodded. "On one conditon; you save up all of this rage for Ada. König told me, day one of you being here, to treat you as if you were one of our own and now… you iare."

You made a deal.

König had told you that you could decorate your new homestead as you pleased, he wanted, no, ineeded you to be happy. Whatever you wanted it was yours. His to spoil, to dote on, to treat as kindly as the man could manage. You could tell this was new for him as well, only mentions of sexual actitivies not relationships and certainly inot marriage.

You cried again that night, held tightly to König as he brushed your hair away from your face after you told him what had happened with your parents. He was able to calm you down, proud of you for letting go, that were headed for the future and if that's the way things were going to be there shouldn't be any looking back. You are not going that way.

"What do you think is my best color?" You asked Kyle that next afternoon, all cried out and fresh to be just be Pet for the foreseeable future. Your old life had slipped off your shoulders.

"For the ceremony or in general?" Gaz asked, resizing someones' boots, a pair of pants hung on a rack nearby ready for repair. More snow had fallen in the night.

"For the wedding. I have been to a few and the bride always wore white, do you do that here?"

"You can dress how you want, pet. It is your day." Gaz put away his tools to get up and pull out a few shades of blue fabric. "In fact, I may have something that might spark interest."

"This one looks like his eyes."

"Well I could size you up since your here if you wish. Get you a corset too, I won't complicate things since this will be your wedding night and you'll want ease of access for the consumation I trust." Gaz chuckled and took out his measuring instruments. Having you stand with your arms out wide, the size of your shoulders, the length.

It was all you could think about for the rest of the day until someone grabbed your arm and yanked you in between a few houses off the lane.

"GET YOUR HANDS-- Graves? What do you want?"

He didn't look good, dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled and you could clearly see a smudge of either dirt or soot, either one did not matter all, across his chin.

"You are in danger, girl. That Ada woman… she wants you idead." He said in a hushed whispered.

"What?"

"I heard her myself. She has been training with that brute in the skull mask."

"Ghost."

"Sure, whatever. I have been watching them train, he's heartless, he knocks her down any chance he gets then fucks her face as a reward." Graves visibly shivered. "Dispicalble."

Which was quite the wording coming from Phillip who literally stole belongings from the dead.

"Ghost wouldn't to actually hurt me."

"He doesn't, but she does. Says you're in the way, that she's wanted KorTac, to sit on the throne you will be in. Having König's babies, having a title. She's not a very good woman, runt. I would be very careful when you battle."

"You heard her say this? When?"

"… I may have been snooping about the hall and I may have found my way to her quarters and pressed my ear to the door." He shrugged.

"Oh you little creep!"

"Oh stop it, like you are some deity!"

"It's not that, it's that you go around prowling after people to see what you can stal from them. Whether it is items, things they have worn and cherished in their lives until you put them in the ground or be it information." You scoled the rugged man.

"If I didn't eavesdrop on Ada and this Ghost, how would I know she wants to kill you, hmmm?"

You thought about what Phillip had said when Soap had bound your wrist with a leather strap after he'd done the same to Ada the day of the duel. Would she honestly attempt to end you? Was she able? Something triggered you into going into attack mode. She would not best you at this.

Soap tugged on your tether, looking you in the eye, making sure it wasn't too loose or too tight.

Your axes clashed instantly, hers going for your neck first, dodging and sliding backwards through the gravel. Boots catching rocks, anxiety and the threat of the unknown left you breathless. Maybe Graves was right after all. Ada berated you, stalking you through the rocks, the clan of KorTac surrounding you. There were cheers and jeers from all sides, any kind of battle was a thrill. You could hear Kruger barking at you to look out, pay attention, to remember your lessons. Ghost was doing the same for Ada.

Your blades CLACKED again, this time being tossed shields. You grabbed yours quickly and blocked a heavy blow. You pushed her back with it, making some dent in the fight. You shouted and pulled the leather strap attached to the pair of you, yanking her down to the ground. She twisted frantically in the rocks, cold as ice against your hands as you gathered up the strap, sitting on her back in an attempt to choke her out.

Ada thrashed as the crowd cheered, digging your boots into the ground for leverage only for the lover girl of KorTac to push herself up and knock you back first into the rocks. She swung her axe again, bouncing off your shield. You could hear Kruger's voice shouting out at you again as you scrambled up. You kicked some rocks up at her face, she did not care for that and instead yanked the strap to bring you to your knees with a thud. A few had lodged into the the leather for sure. Her knee meeting your chin wasn't expected, or the blood that filled your mouth. You spat it out. Ada had the nerve to smile down at you with a cocky smirk.

You finally stood and smeared it across your face.

The rage you held from your parents began to boil, your eyes narrowing to hateful slits, Krugers voice in your ear from the day prior pushed you on.

"You are battling for the same thing, do not show her weakness. She her you are worthy. The worth your parents stole from you."

You took a stance then, locking eyes with König who was observing the fight with his arms crossed over his chest, he looked to be sighing, cocking his head. She pulled on the strap; you pulled back. A push and pull before you charged her, your parents words swirling around your head as you jumped to land on her body hard, she sputtered as you rolled around on the ground. She shrieked when you bit into her forearm to get her to submit, rubbing her face into the gravel.

"To the victor, all the spoils!" Simon announced to the crowd, some exhancging coins on who would beat who as you looked up at him, holding your arm and axe in the air.

As the others of KorTac congratulated you, patting your shoulder and with gentle smiles, all in good fun until you came by Ada. You held out your hand in an honest display of sportsmanship. Even if you didn't exactly like her or agree with the woman, you still had your manners about you. Which she did not it appeared, as Ada sneered and looked down her nose at you, spitting at your feet before huffing away in loss.

….

The archway was beautiful in the winter landscape, coiled with dried ivy and herbs, bound with cordage that matched your blue dress. Gas had even taken the time to embroider some flowers around the square neckline that showcased your cleavage, the added leather corset helped as well. Keeva would not stop gushing over how beautiful you looked, how happy she was for you.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her hands covering your own as your heart pounded in your chest.

"As I ever will be I suppose. I did not see this in my future, I never thought I would get married let alone to a famous leader."

"The Gods chose you, as they have chosen all of us, fated to be. I hated John before we got together, he was so arrogant and blood thirsty, always covered in the stuff. Oh he'd reek of it, strutting around for days as a medal of battle," Keeva mused as you ducked out of your bridal tent, Kruger in his finest attire waiting paitently.

"But, he grew on me and next thing you know, the Gods landed him in my lap!"

"So things do work out."

"They always do." Keeva smiled and kissed your cheek before handing you off to Kruger.

"Do I have to do anything special in order to give you away, pet?" He asked, crunching your boots through the snow, everyone was already standing and chatting away on the side of the hall. Everyone in KorTac was present, including Horangi, Keegan and Roach. Soap and Ghost stood beside König at the altar.

"Nein, just you being here is helping my nerves. We walk down the aisle, you can hug me if you want and then I'm his."

Kruger nodded and off you went.

Your heart was in your stomach the moment König looked at you in your dress, your hair fixed with a little baby's breath wreath made by Laswell and her wife. He held your hand tightly after giving it a quick kiss through the mask.

The high priestess began the short ceremony, no need to drag it out. No objections, no distractions other than the splash of red where the sacrificed goat you would be dining on had laid. Its' blood in the wooden bowl in her hands, your wedding bands, pounded smooth days prior were soaking in it. Your wrists bound togeher as she said your vows.

"And with that, I name you man and wife," she smiled, dipping her fingers into the bloody bowl then splashed your faces. "May the Gods bless you and keep you in health, and give you children. And may they keep the wolf from the door."

KorTac cheered and clapped as you slipped on the rings, you turned to him with a smile, lifted his hood and kissed him, sealing your fate to The Collector.

"Now then; who is to witness your consummation?" The high priestess asked, a hush over the crowd.

"I would like to instill that duty to Horangi, who is most like family to me." König stated aloud.

"I would be honored, brother." Kim agreed and bowed his head.

"Soap, my right hand."

"Also an honor, brother."

You got nervous, two men would being seeing your naked body, flesh only meant to be seen by one. You knew that was how wedding nights were met, but as you told Keeva you did not think that was your destiny. König squeezed your hand then.

"And Ada."

The crowd murmered as she stood moved into the end of the aisle.

"Me?"

"Ja. Had you shown sportsmanship and respect to my wife the other day after your duel you would not be requested to witness us have sex. But since you do not know your place, I will show it to you. Maybe you will make sounder choices next time."

Ada's face grimaced, repromandaed in front of the whole village. How humiliataing.

That look was on her face all throughout dinner and gift giving. All the way up to your new home she was grumbling and complaining, Horangi scolding her to be quiet. That it was her bitchy attitude that got her here in the first place!

The fire in the living room was already lit, baskets of bread and preserved fruit lay on the kitchen table. Thankful because it was just so damn cold out, just the walk from the great hall to your homestead made your cheeks burn.

"I also have one more gift for you, wife." König quipped, motioning for you to close your eyes.

"More?" You laughed, the giggles from ale on your lips.

"It is customary for the husband to gift the bride this. To show her indepence, resposibilty and thanks. Ok, you may open them now."

You did, König had his hands clasped and slowly revealed a tiny grey kitten, it's glowing amber eyes blinking at you. You squealed with delight taking the little darling thing in your own hands.

"Oh!"

"What will you name it?" Horangi asked, patting its head.

"Is it a boy or girl?"

"A girl."

"Hmmm Annika sounds pretty good." You said with a smile.

You left the little fluff ball to explore your home while the five of you found yourselves inside your bedroom. They made themselves comfortable in chairs they could find, warming their hands by the fires burning.

König wasted no time in grabbing your waist and pinning you, with his body to the wall next to the door. Your head thudding against the wood, you tilted it up, hands slidding up his patterned shirt and vest, tangling with the end of his hood.

He grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart. "Do you feel that, pet? It only beats for you."

"You sure are smooth when you know you are going to have sex." You smiled, feeling it beat a little faster. "I'm scared, König."

"Of what?" He asked, looking down at your cleavage, long lashes bashful at his blanat look of desire. His hand on your hip, thumb pushing against your dress.

"I have never had sex with anyone watching before." You whispered as you could hear them talking amongst themselves in the corner.

"Pay them no mind, my love. They are merely here to observe our union."

"How will they know you are not faking it?"

"Because my pet," König hummed ghosting his fingertips over your collar and holding your neck loosely. "There will be evidence."

That statement set you off, you bit your lip and desperately tore at the sides of his vest to rid of it, laughing when his thick fingers got caught up in the ties of your corset. He peeled off the vest, keeping his arms raised above his head to take off his shirt. Your mouth on his chest startled him, a noise leaving his throat as you held him about the rids, his body heat exhilarating you further. You bit at his collar, the taut muscle of his shoulder, his eyes on you when you pressed the flat of your tongue against his nipple. He shivered instantly when you did it again then bit into it. He hissed. You groaned.

You dropped to your knees, undoing the ties to his trousers, his hands on the back on your head, taking off you crown and tossing it one of the witnesses.

"You always look so beautiful on your knees for me, my pet. But tonight, you are ethreal. If I wasn't so certain you were my wife, I would think I have died and you the Valkryie to bring to me Valhalla." He was panting and you had just now loosened his pants to free his cock.

And you thought his body was radiating!

So pretty and thick in your hands, pre-cum already beading at the tip. You heard someone inhale behind you. You leaned forward and cleaned it off, bringing him towards your face by looping your arms around his thighs. You kissed the tattooed skin, running tongue and teeth along the bands of muscles that lay beneath.

"Are we not just here to witness them have intercourse? What is with all this beforehand stuff?" You heard Horangi ask the other onlookers.

Soap snorted. "Oh Kim, we are about to witness something far better than just sex! They haven't done it yet."

"Done what?"

"This is the first time they are having sex together," Ada grumbled as you jerked König off in front of your face, the sale of his skin, the smell of him. "It is going to be… special."

"Ohhh." Horangi answered.

"Maybe I am," you nuzzle your face against his leg, rubbing the crown of his cock against the seam of your lips. "Maybe that is why the Gods chose me. You gave me a home and I'll bring you home."

"Oh fuck." König groaned, placing his hands on the wall as you swallow him down, licking at the throbbing muscle. The more you hollowed your cheeks, moaning around his cock, dragging your nails up and down his thighs, the more feral sounds to erupt from his throat. It drove you further to suck him off hastily.

He fucked your face, boots scraping against the floor, you dared to look up to see him locked in on you. One hand left your head to cup and hold your chin, bopping the tip of your nose. He pulled you off, a thick string of saliva connected still to the tip.

"On your feet beautiful."

When you looked at König you only saw him, concern and anxiety had left you behind. What did it matter any way? this was all planned out, everyone knew the rules. It was still a bit of an odd feeling though when your dress pooled around your feet, baring your body to everyone.

You sat back on your bed, König lifted one leg and undid your boot straps, chucking it to the floor with a thud. You kept your bare foot on his stomach, feeling how his muscles moved when he repeated the process to your other foot. You walked them up to his shoulders, letting them rest there while he bent to take off his own.

You two had done many intimate activities beforehand; sucking his cock, him eating you out like he hadn't had a decent meal in days, masturbating together, kissing. A lot of kissing. You'd seen each other naked, even slept that way but for some reason, when you looked up at your husband, that's what he was. He wasn't just The Collector; he wasn't just König.

He was yours.

As he crawled on top of you, moving your legs apart, hidden from the others' view, he touched your face as gently as he had offered Annika to you. He blinked rapidly as he fit himself between you better, chest to chest, smushing your breasts to his chest.

"König…."

"Ja my dear?"

"I-- I'm ready."

"So am I." You could hear the smile in his voice and you snuck under the mask, kissing across his prickly chin, licking his sharp jaw, kissing his nose, his lips, wherever you could reach. König's hand suddenly joined your mouth party, gathering spit across his fingers, lifting his hips enough to draw circles around your clit, making you arch before easing one of them in. Prodding your leaking slit, gathering up your wetness, sinking in two fingers. Growling as your gasps and moans as he scissored you open for him.

Your legs were shaking when he pulled his fingers free, getting up onto his knees. His tattoos looked glorious and you wondered if you were to receive them as well. You'd played with him before, held his cock in your hand, in your mouth; you knew his size but it didn't fully come to scale until he fisted it above your mound. He tapped it against your lower belly, letting it pulse there for a moment. It touched your belly button and you sat up on your elbows.

"Is it going to fit? That's a lot to take." You worried your bottom lip.

"Don't worry my pet, I plan on going slow. I do not want to hurt you."

König's voice was reassuring as he moved into position. You both nodded and looked down for the first time, watching that part of him push into your hole with a popping sensation. That alone knocked you back into the bed, a strangled moan tearing its way from your insides, you could feel him in your belly, in your ribs, against your lungs. He was everywhere, all at once it seemed and that was just the tip!

"Look how cute you look, eyes screwed up, mouth agape. You'd think you were lost already!"

"Prettiest pussy to take me so well on the first go."

"What a good fucking wife you are for me."

He grunted your name, calling you beautiful, a delight, the prettiest thing he's had on the end of his dick. How warm you felt, how tightly your walls sunk around him the further he eased his way inside you.

Your cunt flooded with a fresh round of wetness, just this light rocking at first, getting you adjusted to his size, his girth was making you sweat.

You whined and covered your face when he hit a certain spot, his thumb strumming against your clit. Someone else groaned and swore. You wanted to cry it felt so good, suddenly he was leaning above you, moving your hands down so he could see you, watching your expression change from slightly painful, to maybe go a little deeper.

"You are so beautiful, bitte, do not hold back from me."

You kissed him hard through the mask.

….

His grip on your hips was only slightly painful, the smacks to your ass were worse but felt amazing. You had run out of words to say, just blubbering and moaning as König was eating you out from behind.

"You like that, my pet?" König asked between licks. "By those cute little sounds you are making I'd say I do not need bother to ask." His chuckle was dark and smooth, he spat and slurped it right back up when you pushed back against his face. You could feel yourself dripping for him.

"I fucking love it." You managed to breathe out, drooling and biting into you wrist. "Oh Gods, I need you!" You sounded like a whore, the sounds you were making, the way you arched, the wholesomeness of your smile when you could hear him fisting his cock, when he spat on you. The wide bite to the inner meat of your thigh.

"Ask and you shall receive, my good girl." Was all he said and then he was inside you once more, holding onto your hips, pushing and pulling you back and forth. The sounds of your skin, both of you full of sweat and adrenaline, his thighs bouncing into your hips. He swung his arm around your neck, making you arch as he towered over you, moaning how good this angle felt. You tilted your head back and biting at the air until you snagged the end of his mask between your teeth.

For this being your first time you surely weren't wasting any of it. The way he seemed to mold to your gummy walls, the way he could bully his cock into you over and over without pause, slick and horny for each other. After several months of fooling around it had come to this.

When he pulled out you yanked him him on to the bed, climbing in his lap as he sat, wrapping his arms around your back, your legs around his waist. You lifted the mask to kiss him, sink your teeth into his lip, lick into his mouth. Riding him was a lot easier than you thought, must be the mixture of your juices and desire. He held your face as you rocked and fucked down onto him.

"König…"

"Ja, he's here. Your king is here."

"You feel so good." You sobbed and tried to catch the drool leaving the corner of your mouth, he was quick to swipe it away with his thumb.

"Oh yeah? you like being stuffed full of your husbands' thick cock, ja? who knew you could take such good care me, take such a size in this warm little hole. You are full of surprises, my pet." He matched your breaths, your moans, groan for groan.

You whined and rolled your hips. "König I… oh Gods, that's it! I'm gonna' cum, you're so fucking big!" You cried out and hung your head against his shoulder, lost in bliss. Fucked stupid you started mumbling a set of three powerful words.

Your husbands hands found purchase on your hips, taking over as you clearly were just a lump in his sturdy arms. "Cum with me, my love, cum for me. Now."

"Fuck yeah! Fuck me just like that, bitte bitte."

With a shout you did just that, pulsing around him, little jerks coming and going as he shot rope after rope of his cum inside you. It was so much. You were so fucking full of him, his cock and his seed. You panted breathlessly, laughing in his arms and rose up.

The evidence that you were the one fated to him, solidified your unity, with very little effort a glob of cum drooled out of you. Had covered his cock and sack and you flopped over on your back.

Soap gave you both a round of applause which only made you laugh harder, even König let himself indulge a bit.

"I have never seen someone so happily fucked in my life!" Horangi exclaimed as the three of them bid you a good night, Ada gave you a look but said nothing and Soap gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you." You finally had caught your breath enough to squeeze his hand, laying your head on his chest.

"Nein, my love. Thank you," he tore off the mask and kissed all over your face, licked at your chin, kissed your neck. He gave your breast a light squeeze and held it in his massive palm.

"Can we go again?"

König laughed harder this time. "So soon? Let me regain my strength first. You my love are an animal!" he pressed his forehead to yours then and sighed. "And I do too."

"What?"

"What you were saying before… I love you too."

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