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Time Knows No Bounds - Part Five

Warnings: Finally, the sexual tension you have been waiting for! Some NSFW parts are present, so please read responsibly and don't get caught. ;)

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: This will be in Ragnar's POV again. -A rude interruption leads to your freedom from the utility closet, but will the opportunity to get this close ever present itself again? Time will only tell.

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

It seemed that there was destined to be an interruption at every time that he attempted to get closer to y/n. First the 'phone' that she had in her pocket back in the bedroom she had given him, chiming when the two of them had just started to lean into one another. Now to the door flying open when he had actually began to make contact with her lips. Those lips that had long been on his mind from the moment she first gave him a smirk back at him in return to his. Ragnar had been enthralled with y/n from the moment his eyes landed upon her after arriving to this time period, even more so than the advanced world around him. Y/n was by far the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen and her sassy personality and humor caused him to grow even more attracted to her as the hours flew by. What really drew him to her, was her sense of nobility: she was willing to do what she could to help him even though she had no real reason to. She could have left him there and been on her way and who knew what sort of trouble he would have found himself in. Ragnar was quite good at getting himself into trouble, and being here alone, he had no one to get him out of it. Yet y/n was adamant in helping him to fit in, and learn the way of things in this time, while also doing what she could to figure out just how he got there and how he could get back. Perhaps it was a good thing that they had been interrupted from their kiss? If he was to end up going home one day...would it not be better to avoid the temptation that y/n presented? Ragnar knew that it was silly to believe this, for they had just met, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before he ended up falling madly in love with her.

The small balding man from earlier was standing there with raised eyebrows, though the two of you had pulled apart quickly when the door had opened. The look in the man's eye told them that he had still seen their close proximity and their flushed faces no doubt gave away what had been about to happen. Y/n began to explain the situation and the man just smiled and held up his hand. "No need for explanation, this is honestly the most tame thing I have come across when opening this door." he said, as his eyes cast elsewhere, a vacant and disturbed expression on his face. "I will have maintenance fix it tonight during their shift, mark my words. It's only a matter of time before I end up getting myself locked in here and I can tell you, no one would come looking for the boss." he said with a chuckle. Y/n gave a small smile and then glanced at Ragnar before she grabbed the broom and headed out, to which he followed after her, giving a nod of thanks to the man, even though he was not 100% thankful for the interruption. He followed her back to the exhibit where he watched y/n begin to sweep up the little bits of paper, pottery and other things that were scattered across the floor. He watched her silently for a moment before he began to open his mouth to say something, but she stopped him by handing him the broom. "I need to go and find the dust pan, can you finish up for me?" she asked with a small smile on her lips. How could he say no? He gave a nod of his head and then watched her walk away, his eyes slowly roaming down her body to her backside before he sighed and looked down at the bits that still needed to be swept into a pile.

When she came back they helped one another finish sweeping and dumping the dust pan into the trash before finally they were finished and the exhibit, hopefully, looked good as new. He watched as she went around one final time to each part of the exhibit and adjusted it slightly, before she finally gave a nod and came back over to him. "That's better." she said. Ragnar smirked at her and then set the broom down against the wall. "What is next?" Y/n smirked back at him and then said that they were free to do whatever for the day, since it was still technically her day off. "This is a whole new world for you, what would you like to do?" Ragnar's mind thought back to the moment in the closet, where he had y/n pressed up against the wall with his body, his lips so close to capturing hers as he had been longing for. Yeah, there was no denying that that was what he wanted to explore right now. Yet as he looked at y/n as she stood there smiling at him with a tilted head, the way that the sunlight from the skylights above danced across her hair and lit up her eyes some, he knew that there was something more he wanted. He gestured for them to head out of the museum and as they did, his eyes searching around him at the vast city and all of its massive structures of metal and brick and...noise. So. Much. Noise. Ragnar suddenly felt overwhelmed and he rubbed the back of his neck uneasily before he felt y/n place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he looked down at her. He gave a smile and then slid his hands into the pockets of his pants...er...jeans, he believed she called them? "What is your most favorite place to go in the city?" he asked. "That is what I would like to see." he said, his smile forming into his trademark smirk.

This seemed to take y/n by surprise, her eyebrows lifting to the heaven's ever so slightly before coming back down and a smile played upon her lips. "Oh." she said before she pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "Alright, but we will need to grab some provisions first." she said, which altogether confused him. Provisions for what? She lifted her finger and wagged it in motion for him to follow her, he did not hesitate. They soon found themselves back inside her home, where he watched as she went to the kitchen and began to rummage around in the refrigerator, setting things onto the counter before diving back in again. "What are you doing?" Ragnar asked as he finally began to make his way toward the kitchen. "Do me a favor and go grab that blanket that's on the back of the couch." She said while still halfway within the box. He paused, his eyes scanning the room until they caught sight of the large blanket that was draped over the dark blue three cushioned piece of furniture and he picked it up, folding it a bit. He brought it into the kitchen and stood there as she began to put together some sort of food, that contained meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato and placed between two slices of bread. Huh. Ragnar leaned forward some, looking over her shoulder as she cut them in half and placed the pieces into a container and closed the lid. Then she grabbed a bottle of something yellow and a jar of something white, to which she placed it within a large basket. She then grabbed some bottles of water and put them inside as well, along with plates that appeared to be made out of paper and some cutlery too and then she stood there thinking for a moment before she turned and looked at him. "I think that is all we will need." "For what?" "You'll see." He groaned, letting his head fall back a bit as he did and she chuckled, hoisting the basket to him for him to carry and he lifted his head back up, stared down at her silently before pursing his lips and taking the basket from her. "Fine."

Once again he found himself within one of those so called 'cars' and they were on their way to wherever y/n had planned on taking him. The trip did not take as long as he had thought it would, still, he was just as mesmerized by the surroundings they passed as he was the first time he had been in a 'car'. They came down a path that wound a little way, trees on either side in neat rows, flowers at full bloom within their thick foliage. Ragnar leaned closer to the window in hopes of seeing exactly where they were going until the car then came to a stop and he blinked, turning to look over at y/n as she began to open the door. "We will have to walk from here." she said with a smile, a dimple forming at the corner of her mouth that he had not noticed before but oh how he was enamored by it. He swatted her hand away from the basket when she reached for it as it sat between them, taking it in his own hand and gave her a smirk as he exited the car and walked around to where she stood waiting for him. He followed after her as they continued on to a smaller path that branched off from where the car had left them and he couldn't help but let his gaze wander from his surroundings, to roaming up and down y/n's body slowly as she walked ahead of him. From the way that her hair blew slightly in the breeze causing it to dance around her shoulders, to the way that her hips would sway as she walked. Ragnar's eyes couldn't keep from focusing on her backside longer than what was probably appropriate, but he just simply could not help himself. When she turned to look at him over her shoulder, his eyes quickly averted elsewhere before she could catch on, though when she looked back ahead, his eyes would trail right back and a smirk would form on his face.

They finally stepped off of the pathway that she had been leading them down and began a climb uphill until they reached the very top, where she then took the blanket from on top of the basket and threw it outward, allowing it to settle upon the grass. Then she lowered herself down to smooth it out, then she took the basket from his hand and set it off to the side of the blanket before standing back up. Ragnar had been about to sit down upon the blanket, thinking that was what she was aiming to do as well, but she had stopped him with a hand to his shoulder and gestured for him to look in a direction off ahead of them. He turned his gaze and she smiled at his reaction as his mouth parted ever so slightly at the sight of their view. Vast gardens and mazes lined the way below them, colorful blooms of almost every shade all intricately positioned within the maze and walkways. What truly caused Ragnar's mouth to part was the castle that was at the end of the mazes and gardens, perfectly placed like it had hopped off of the pages of a storybook. "Rosenborg Castle and gardens. One of my most favorite places." she said softly as she stood a little closer to him, tilting her head a bit as she looked up at him and then out toward the scenery. "With my love for history, this place never disappoints to fill my head with wonder." Y/n gave a soft sigh and Ragnar finally turned and looked down at her, a smile upon his face instead of his trademark smirk. "It is...quite amazing. There are not many castles back home." He lowered himself down to the blanket as she did, bringing his knees up and letting his arms drape over them lazily as he watched her begin to fish out the items from within her basket and set them out upon the blanket. "What do you call all of...this?" he said, gesturing before him at all of the food, plates, bottles of water and other things. Y/n smiled and opened the container and pulled out the bread with meat and cheese between it and set it upon a plate, handing it to him. "A picnic. That's a sandwich." she added, when he opened his mouth and pointed at the unfamiliar food item before him. His eyes lifted to hers for a moment, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly in question and he began to open his mouth once more. "No, not that kind of witch." Again, beating him to the punch.

Ragnar eyed the sandwich with suspicion at first, then watched as y/n pulled out the jar of white stuff and the bottle of yellow and pointed them to the sandwich. "Lift the bread up and I will add some of both. Mustard. Mayonnaise." she said, holding up each of the items as she named them and he just stared at them before finally doing as she said. "Something the vikings didn't get to experience. A world of flavorful food." she said, clicking her tongue in sadness. When she was finished applying the mustard and mayonnaise, Ragnar let the bread fall back down and then brought the sandwich up to his mouth and bit into it. The moment everything hit his tongue, he paused and his eyes drifted to the basket that sat behind y/n. "Is...there more in there?" he asked, after having swallowed the bite he had in his mouth. Y/n chuckled and nodded, stating she had packed several sandwiches. She then pulled out a small and rather noisy bag and he watched as she opened it, leaning forward and looking into the back as she then pulled out a flat piece of..something, and then popped it in her mouth and he could hear the sound of her crunching it. He raised an eyebrow as she continued to crunch on that piece, from what he had seen it did not look at all hard, but yet the sound was quite...loud. He smirked and then she allowed him to grab one from the bag as well and when he placed it within his mouth, he was blown away from the flavor and when he bit down on it, it would have startled him with how crunchy it was, had he not already known from overhearing y/n earlier. "What is this thing?" he asked, still crunching which made her laugh out loud. "It's called a potato chip and there are so many flavors out there." This intrigued him greatly, the fact that this delicious and crunchy form of heaven was made out of a potato and he then asked y/n exactly how they were made and what these other flavors would be. The fact that the list of flavors went on, and he literally had no idea what more than half of them were, blew his mind though she did promise to help him form a quest to try every flavor possible.

Eventually all of the food was gone and now the two of them were left with just sitting upon the quilt she had brought and watching the shadows grow longer as the day grew ever onward. Y/n told Ragnar the history of the castle that was before them as they sat upon the hill and watched people come and go across the grounds before them. How they would venture inside of it and y/n explained how it was open to the public, everyone able to tour the palace and all of its wonders. This intrigued Ragnar greatly, especially the fact that people could just waltz into the castle like that and this caused y/n to laugh. "Well, there are not that many monarchies still around anymore and even then, their power is nothing like it once was. The average person has more power these days than royalty, honestly. Governments were created, people can vote and choose how they want things to be. It's a very different world now." she said as she leaned back on her hands, her legs stretched out before her as she looked at the castle while the sun cast down upon it in a way that made it almost look like it was glowing. Ragnar glanced over at her, not being able to help himself from doing so, his own hands holding him upright as he leaned back upon them as well. He took in just how she was looking at the castle and the grounds that lay out before them, how her eyes showed just how much she admired the history that she knew, the architecture that the castle boasted even after the centuries that it had been standing there. His chest swelled a little as he gazed at her, the way the light would dance across her face as sun hit against the surface of the small lake that was in front of the castle. He finally cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Why are you helping me?" he asked finally after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n was silent for awhile after that question, but as he watched, he could see her face showing signs of deep thought. "Because there is a reason behind all of this happening: you suddenly coming into the future and us meeting." she paused for a moment and then looked over at him. "I want to know what that reason is." Their eyes locked for a moment, Ragnar's heart suddenly skipping at beat just from that and then y/n smirked at him. "Plus, you seem like a trouble maker. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you." At this point, Ragnar could not help himself. He leaned toward her, his left hand reaching up and placing itself against the back of her neck gently and with it he brought her toward him. The soft gasp she gave in response silencing as his mouth captured it, his lips softly pressing against hers at first before they began to guide hers in a subtly sensual dance. He could feel her hesitation in the beginning, from the way her body went stiff but after a few moments he felt her relax, give in and she began to move her lips against his as well. The sensation of her lips moving against his caused that low burning heat he had within his lower stomach to engulf into a raging inferno, escalating as her hand made its' way to the side of his face and cupped it for a moment before moving behind his head, to the back of his neck, her fingers digging slightly into the base of his hairline. Ragnar continued the kiss, slowly deepening it as he then moved his body closer to hers and began to maneuver her downward toward the blanket they were seated upon, his hand cradling her neck to guide the way. He moved so that way he was somewhat on top of her, his lips dancing against hers until they began to venture along her jawline and behind her ear, his mind and body reeling from the soft sounds of agreement that came from her mouth as he did.

The hand that he had been using to keep himself from putting all of his weight upon her, slid around her waist and then began to travel toward one of her breasts when suddenly he felt her hand catch hold of his wrist, stopping his movement. Ragnar paused and then slowly pulled his face away slightly, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "We should stop before someone sees." she said, which caused him to lift his had further and scan the area with his eyes before looking back down at her. "No one is watching." he said with a smirk, starting to lean back down toward her mouth, but she put a hand against his chest, once again stopping him. Y/n gave a soft chuckle and began to sit up, pushing him upward as well with the hand that was upon his chest. "I'm sure where you are from, people just fuck in the middle of the village and no one spares a passing glance, but here it is quite different. We don't need to end up in jail." Now sitting up, she began to pack up the items around her and put them into the basket. "Perhaps it's time to head back home?" she said, her eyes lifting to meet his. Ragnar quickly stood up and began to carefully roll up the blanket as she gave a soft laugh and moved from on top of it so that he could place it into the basket as well. Soon a taxi was hailed and the two of them were riding along in silence that was so thick that the tension could be cut with a knife. Glances were stolen. Lips were chewed upon slightly. Ragnar's knee was bouncing uncontrollably as he let hand rest there, fingers gripping into his flesh, his mind imagining that his hand was kneading one of those impressive mounds she had for breasts. Could this taxi possibly move any slower?

Finally back at y/n's apartment, they worked together to put away any left overs and other items before y/n stated that she was going to take a shower and Ragnar gave a nod, figuring that he would just lie down upon his bed since he still did not really understand how to work the 'TV'. He followed after her down the hallway and as he did, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her as she was before him. The way her back curved, down to that luscious backside...the feelings from earlier began to swell back up within him with a vengeance. Ragnar's pace quickened by a few steps and he then took hold of y/n's waist and turned her toward him suddenly. He moved her against the wall, pushing her up against it as he leaned down and claimed her lips with his once again. Any gasps or noise she may have made in reaction to this sudden movement was swallowed down by Ragnar as he pressed himself against her, his hands sliding down her sides and squeezing lightly. Y/n gave a soft moan against his mouth and this caused him to give a bit of a growl as he then moved his lips to her neck, one of his hands sliding down to cup against her bottom and giving it a hardy squeeze. Ragnar felt her fingers curl a bit into his hair and grip hard, which made him suddenly move his hand from her bottom down to that thigh and he lifted her leg up and wrapped it around his hip as he pressed his growing excitement against her. When he felt her grind against him slightly, Ragnar all but lost control and began to bite and suck against the skin of her collarbone as he used his other hand to move up under her shirt and cupped one of her breasts, giving it a firm squeeze after. Y/n's hand took hold of his braid and pulled his head back up to where she began to kiss him fervently, her tongue even darting across his bottom lip. Ragnar groaned, pressing himself more against her as his body pinned her against the wall, giving his hips a roll while holding there and then grinning against her mouth when she let out an involuntary moan. He then removed his hand from under her shirt and slid it behind her to where he cupped her other thigh and brought it up around his hip as well. He held her like that for a moment against the wall, devouring her lips, biting and sucking against that bottom lip of hers until he then moved away from the wall, carrying her down the hallway and through the doorway of his room.

Their lips never parted as he carried her, not even as he came over to the bed and lowered her down onto it, moving to hover over her. Ragnar took the time to lift her shirt up and over her head, letting his eyes roam over her flawless skin, his eyes hesitating on the odd looking bodice that was clasped around her perfect breasts (he made a mental note to ask about this later). He then began to kiss down the side of her neck, letting his lips dance across her collarbone once more before he moved them further down until he came to the tops of her breasts. He placed light kisses there at first...then he began to lick, moving the piece of fabric that kept her sensitive bud hidden from him. Once it was revealed, he took it into his mouth gently and sucked on it lightly, his eyes lifting toward y/n's face as she gasped. Her back arched upward from the bed and he let one of his arms wrap around her waist to keep her in that position as he then let his other hand begin to slide down the front of her pants, now that there was room with the angle she was in. Ragnar moaned against her skin as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking and gently biting down as his fingers descended toward his objective. His index finger had just brushed against her ready clit when the sound of numerous chimes echoed around them. He paused, lifting his eyes toward her as she gave a groan. "Someone's at the door." she said, breathless. He felt her body begin to tense with the movement of trying to sit herself up, but he held her down with his palm against her pelvic bone and his mouth quickly moving to the other breast as his hand moved away the fabric from that nipple as well. She gasped, arching upward again and gave quick and eager attention to this breast for a moment before lifting his face up some and looking at her. "They can come back another day." he said with smirk, before he began to move his fingers back to her clit...when the chiming began again, this time more frequently. Ragnar gave a loud groan and let his forehead rest against her chest for a moment, before he felt her hand gently begin to push against his chest and he reluctantly rolled off of her and onto his back upon the bed, staring at the ceiling with annoyance.

Y/n gave him an apologetic look before she slipped her shirt back on over her head and adjusted her hair before heading out into the hallway and toward the front door. Ragnar waited for a moment, allowing certain body parts to adjust to the unwelcome interruption, before he pushed himself off of the bed and headed to the living room. He stopped in the doorway of the hall when he found y/n standing by the front door, now closed, with a young man standing beside her. The man cast him a look with a raised eyebrow, to which Ragnar did not hesitate to give back until his eyes moved to y/n as she spoke. "Ragnar, this is my older brother, Kyle."

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

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Hello, how are you? 😊

I'm a big fan of your work and was wondering if you are continuing you Ragnar Lothbrok AU series? Probably my fav Ragnar fanfic💕

First of all, I cannot tell you how much this made me smile! And second, yes! I have had the next installment of Time Knows No Bounds in my drafts for a while and have been adding to it when I have been able to!

I know it's been so long and everytime I speak of trying to promise its' completion, something always tends to delay it. Regardless, I do plan on continuing this series!

Thank you so much for your support anon! I am doing well, just enduring a lot of life changes lately! I hope you are well also! ❤️

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Hello my darlings,

First and foremost I would like to sincerely apologize for my absence, life has taken an unexpected turn and my work schedule has been insane along with quite a few other things in my life.

I have NOT given up on my main series and I plan on doing what I can to continue it soon! I have two back to back four day weekends coming up for the holidays and I am hoping I can get some things done when it comes to writing because I have missed it so.

I also want to thank each and every one of you for still enjoying my work and for sharing it with others and all of the positive feedback and comments have honestly made quite a few of my days. I cannot express my gratitude enough to you guys and I do so very much appreciate your patience!

Love to you all and blessings all around!

-Elizabeth (I finally revealed my name 😁)

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Dost Mother Know? (A Series)

Summary: You are a single mom out in the dating realm, however perhaps this wasn't the realm that you needed to be exploring?

Warnings: None yet, I think?

Word Count: The fuck if I know.

Pairings/Interactions: Thor Odinson x reader, Random interactions with other Avengers throughout, Thor doing his best to impress an eight year old Earth kid

When Thor talk, it be like this. Everyone other than reader, be like this.

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This was why you never went on dates anymore. This was exactly why. If the guy wasn’t completely full of himself, or if he didn’t make eye contact with you at all and just stared at your chest the majority of the night, then he was spewing off some random information regarding his knowledge of the migration patterns of European Swallows. Such was the case this evening, to which you had to politely fake an excuse to leave, because this date was going to go no further when the man was more concerned with educating her on avian behavior than to get to know you. Sighing, you adjusted the shoulder strap of your hand bag as it hung from your shoulder while you slowly trudged your way back home in defeat. It truly was a walk of defeat, you had gone all out with getting gussied up and looking nice, just to get your hopes up once again about the possibility of this time, maybe this time, there would be some sort of spark. You brought out your phone and checked the few messages you had on it and gave a smirk at what they said before you slid the device back into your bag and then paused at the crosswalk you had just arrived at. Cars went by, some faster than others, for this was a busy city after all, and so you expected to be standing there for a few minutes until the light would finally change. You felt your stomach growl, giving an internal sigh at the fact that you had just been at a rather nice restaurant that you had been wanting to try for forever, and you hadn’t even been able order anything while there due to the fact the guy kept waving the waiters off because he couldn’t shut up about the birds. Now your mind had to go over what you possibly had at home that you could heat up quickly and eat before your stomach decided to digest itself. The light finally changed and once the ‘walk’ sign lit up, you continued your lonely trek through the crosswalk and toward the other side of the street, your head still going over the whole dating perspective. Why even bother to look for men? It always ended in disaster and disappointment, maybe it was time to just let the right guy find you? 

You gasped when suddenly as you went to lift up your left leg, you found that you couldn’t and you looked down to see that the heel of your shoe was perfectly wedged into the little hole on the manhole cover in the middle of the crosswalk. Seriously, what were the odds? You bent down and took hold of your ankle and tugged, but it was stuck in there rather snug apparently. “You have got to be kidding me.” you said as you tried to wiggle the heel loose to no avail. Suddenly you heard the ding of the timer for the crosswalk and you looked up to see it counting down from 10 and you cursed under your breath and continued to try and work your heel free. It was no good. You cursed more, mostly at yourself for having chosen a pair of heels that had so many straps and clasps on them too. You knelt down as much as you could in the tight black dress you were wearing and tried to unclasp some of the straps, your fingers fumbling to do so accurately as suddenly you heard the sound of tires screeching. Looking up you noticed a car that had just turned onto the street that you were stuck on, going at a dangerous speed and apparently not noticing you were there at all…for they were not slowing down. Your fingers worked faster, trying to get those damn straps unlatched, glancing up now and then to see that the car was growing closer and closer and still not slowing down. This was how you were going to die apparently, because of a stupid shoe and some moron that was most likely looking at his cell phone. You began to try to pull your foot from the shoe, ignoring the pain of the straps cutting into your skin as you did so, yet it wasn’t proving to work fast enough and you had just begun to accept your sad fate when suddenly someone jumped in front of you and when the car struck them, it came to a complete stop. The hood of the car caved in a bit from the force of hitting the person, which honestly made no sense to you at all but your brain did not question it right now. The car’s back end slammed back down against the pavement, having gone up a bit from the force of the hit and the person within it, you could hear groaning from the impact of the airbag that had deployed. Still somewhat kneeling there, you stared at the back of the man that had just saved your life and blinked a few times, slowly standing up and letting your bag drop from your shoulder as you felt everything begin to spin around you. 

The man turned, completely ignoring the driver and moved over to where you were, looking down at you, his eyes searching over you for a moment for signs of injury. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice deep and with an accent that just was enough to send chills down any young woman’s spine. Had you been completely in your right mind and not in a daze of ‘I almost died’, you would have eventually recognized the individual standing before you as one you had seen on the news quite often whenever the planet needed saving. Everything was still spinning around you slowly as you stood there, the man’s voice once again ringing through your ears and you gave a slight nod of your head, only aggravating the feeling of dizziness. “I-I’m fine.” you said. “Are you certain?” he said this time, clearly not convinced for now you were somewhat swaying back and forth upon your legs until you felt yourself slowly fall backwards. You recalled feeling someone’s arms gently wrap around you and catch you from your fall, but then everything went black. 

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The sound of a door sliding open and shutting with a click caused your eyelids to flutter a bit, your head moving back and forth as you fought the urge to slip back under into the state of unconsciousness you had been in before. Finally your eyes were able to open a bit, though everything around you had a blurred haze around it as you looked around. From what you were able to tell as you blinked a few times to clear your vision, you were in a room, bedroom maybe, as it had a closet, television, door that was cracked to show a bathroom with the light on within. Now that your vision had cleared up some, you propped yourself up on your elbows and you were able to see that this room, while it had a modern look to it when it came to the architecture and design, was filled with things that were more…well…classic. From a suit of armor in the corner, to shields upon the wall. Though upon closer inspection, they were not just any shields, but viking shields, and there were a few random artifacts decorating the room until your eye stopped on the one that stood out the most. Upon the dresser across from the bed that you were lying upon, sat a large hammer and it was one that you knew well from new footage and tv shows and the like. The famous Mjolnir, in all its glory, just sat there across from you and you could swear you were able to hear a faint humming coming from it. Wait, maybe that wasn’t humming. It sounded more like buzzing. Immediately you searched around you for your phone, leaning up a bit and over to look at the floor where you finally found your bag. You quickly reached inside your bag and pulled out your phone, tapping the screen and feeling your heart sink when you saw just how many missed calls and messages there were, knowing full and well who had sent them. 

You were about to unlock your phone to respond to the messages when the door to the bathroom suddenly opened and the man from last night stepped out, clad in nothing but a pair of jeans and his hair still pulled back in that low ponytail, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. Your eyes couldn’t help it, they were glued to his god like body as he walked quietly over to the dresser where he then pulled open one of the drawers and began to rummage around in it. You…you were in Thor’s room. This was apparently the Avenger’s compound and…you were on his bed. Wait…what happened last night? Oh shit, did you two…no wait…it was suddenly all coming back to you as you sat there, still staring helplessly at the way that his muscles moved along his back as his hands sifted through the shirts in the drawer. Your phone suddenly slipped from your fingers and landed with a loud thud against the carpeted floor, which caused Thor to turn around and look at you, reaching up and taking the toothbrush out of his mouth and wiping his hand against his lips to get rid of any toothpaste residue. You watched silently, your throat drying out immediately and your heart going insane within your chest as he made his way over to the side of the bed near you and knelt down, picking up your phone and lifting his eyes to meet yours as he handed it back to you. The distance between you two was minimal, so much so that you were able to see the very faint freckles that he had here and there against the bridge of his nose and cheeks, no doubt he could see all of yours since you were covered in them practically. “I am glad to see you awake, I was beginning to worry.” he said as he continued to hold the phone out toward you, which you finally took, noticing how his fingers brushed against yours lightly when you took it from him. “I…” you were unable to form words. Here was this god of a man, knelt down on the floor right in front of you, shirtless and just gazing at you with what you assumed was curiosity and intrigue and all the while you were lying delicately atop his bed. Oh the feeling that generated from just this knowledge was enough to send your hormones into a tickled frenzy, but this could have spurred from the fact you had long been without a successful date and hey, you finally made it into a man’s bed! Heh…

“Thank you, for last night.” you finally managed to say as you then sat up on the bed and moved your legs over the side of it, instantly regretting doing so for that brought you right there in front of him, as he continued to kneel in front of you. His eyes moved from your legs, traveled up your thighs and then torso, shamelessly pausing at your chest before they moved up to meet yours and he gave a small smile before pushing himself up to a standing position. Which was honestly even more intimidating than his kneeling, though your attention was brought back when you noticed that you did not have your shoes on, which made sense with you being on the bed. Your toes dug a little against the carpet and Thor’s eyes went down to your feet and he chuckled before turning and walking over to the corner where he stooped down and picked up your shoes, bringing them over. “I am afraid that I was not able to save this one.” he said, holding up the one that had been stuck in the manhole cover, the heel was completely gone now. You gave a slight chuckle and shrugged your shoulders as you took the shoes in your hands and looked down at them. “I never really liked them much anyway.” you said as you then began to put them on your feet and then when you stood up, the idiot that you were not thinking about this, you fell forward from the fact that you had only one heel now, your body and face slapping against Thor’s bare chest in the processes as he caught hold of you. Holy shit the mortification. He gave a laugh that you could literally feel rattle from his chest, into your own body as it was pressed up against his and he then slid his hands down to your arms and moved you backward to sit down upon the edge of the bed, leaned down and lifted your foot. He then took the other heel and snapped it off with no effort at all and then tossed it over his shoulder as he then stood back up, and held his hands out toward you. “Fixed. I do not recall being given your name?” he said as he wrapped his fingers around your hands once you had slipped them into his and he effortlessly pulled you to your feet again. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure where my manners went. I’m y/n.” you said with a smile, though it quickly turned into an almost slack jawed expression when one of his hands that had still been holding onto yours, brought your hand up and he brushed a kiss against the top of it, giving a smile afterward. “A most befitting name, my lady.” He then lowered your hand and released them both before he gave a nod of his head, almost like a bow. “I have a feeling you may already know mine.” You were about to open your mouth when suddenly your phone buzzed again, this time more violently, indicating more than one text message coming through at one time. You looked down at the phone and then back up at him. “I’m so sorry, I really need to get home.” you said. He looked at you for a second, his eyebrow raising slightly before giving a nod and then he went over to the door and opened the door, walking out of the room a bit. “Stark!” You paused as you stood there, for some reason having forgotten just where exactly you were until you heard the voice of Tony Stark answer as he came down the hallway. “You know, what would you have done if I was on the other side of the compound? Just scream louder?” he said as he slid his hands into his pockets. “Can transport be acquired for Miss y/n to take her home?” Thor said, moving aside from the doorway, thus revealing you as you stood there next to Thor’s bed. Tony’s eyebrows shot up a bit as he looked at you and then at Thor, his shirtlessness, and the fact that you had a little bit of tousled hair from sleeping all night. “About damn time, Point Break. I was wondering when you’d move on from little Miss Astrophysics.” he said, reaching up and clapping him on the shoulder. Your face immediately turned red and you moved forward. “He saved my life last night and I passed out, that’s all.” Tony smirked as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to type on it. “I’m sure that’s what they all say the morning after.” Your jaw dropped slightly and your face turned even more red and Thor gave an aggravated sigh before moving past you and going to his dresser, where he grabbed a shirt and then pulled it over his head and covered up his delightful body before turning back to you. “Please allow me to escort you home, I’d like to make sure you get there safely?” 

Really, you were unable to say anything, the chauvinistic gesture, something that you were not used to and so all you could do was give a nod. He smiled and then gestured for you to leave the room first and he followed you out until he then took the lead, since you had no idea which way to go and you followed him to the entrance. When you got there, a fancy black car pulled up and Thor opened the back door for you to which you gave a small smile and slid into the car and to the other side. You told the driver where to go and the car then began to move, the ride that followed a little awkward and silent until Thor cleared his throat. “So how did you come to find yourself in that situation last night?” You took in a deep breath and then let it out as a sigh and tucked some of your hair behind your ear as you looked at the floor of the backseat you were sitting in. “Bad date.” You said simply, with a shrug of your shoulders as you glanced over at him, suddenly wishing you hadn’t because he was full on gazing down at you as you sat there. Geeze, this guy was not shy in the least, was he? “I see. What did he do to earn you running away?” “He wouldn’t stop talking about the migration pattern of some birds.” Thor’s face turned to where he was staring at the back of the headrest and then he pursed his lips, gave a nod and then was silent for a few moments before he looked back at her. “At least you have some new knowledge?” This made a small smile form upon your lips, which brought one to his as well as the driver then alerted them that they were arriving at the destination and this brought you to lean forward a bit in anticipation to jump out of the car once it was fully stopped. When the car came to a stop, you didn’t hesitate before flinging the door open on your side and running up the sidewalk, to the door, throwing it open and then heading up the steps to the floor that your apartment was on, Thor wide eyed and confused, slowly catching up behind you.

You stopped at your apartment door and began to fumble with your keys, dropping them once and cursing, bending down to get them and then proceeded to unlock it as Thor walked toward you, his mouth somewhat open like he was going to say something, but you opened the door as a boy was walking through the hallway. He stopped and turned toward you as you grabbed hold of him and pulled him into a tight hug as you fell to your knees on the floor. “Mom? What are you doing?” “I’m so sorry I didn’t come home last night like I said I would, are you okay?” “Yeah, Grandma just said that meant your date went well.” The face you made at that…good grief mother. “No, it didn’t go well. But I can exp-” before you finished your sentence, the toy that your son had in his hand clattered to the ground as you still were hugging him against you and you leaned back to look at his face. His expression was that of awe and also confusion and you slowly turned and looked behind you to the doorway where you saw Thor standing in the doorway, completely dwarfing it, watching the two of you with a raised eyebrow. “Mom, is that…Thor?” he asked, his eyes getting even wider at the thought. You smirked a little and then stood up, moving to stand beside the blown away eight year old and looked at Thor with a small smile. “Yeah, it is. Um…this is my son, Theo. Theo, Thor.” you said, giving a slight chuckle at how the two names sounded together like that. Your son moved a few steps forward and tilted his head back to look up at him as he stood in the doorway. Thor stared down at him and then stepped in slightly so that he could bend down and pick up the toy that your son had dropped and he lifted it up a bit, inspecting it. It was, ironically, a Thor action figure. He stared at it silently for a moment and then held it up next to him and pointed at it. “This looks nothing like me.” Which was true. It totally did not.

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Note from the Author: I hope everyone likes it, even if no one does, I still am going to continue it. So there. Eat that. :)

Gif credit: goes to the lovely owner.

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Hello everyone! I wanted to let you guys know that I have not given up on writing my fan fics for Ragnar, I have just been crazy busy and also stressed out with life, which has caused my muse for it to be set onto the back burner. I will get back to it all soon, I promise! I just ask for your patience and wanted to let you all know that I will be back! Hope all of you have been well and happy and be on the look out for new Ragnar stuff soon!

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Hey I love your work and would love to read something along the lines of the reader having burn marks on their shoulder blades running down and Ragnar thinks they are a Valkyrie because of things? Thank you!

Sure thing, lovely! This was quite fun to write, I must say! I hope you enjoy it as well!

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Word Count: 1677

Summary: Ragnar comes across an unexpected stranger in a familiar place.

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These cryptic dreams were about to drive him mad, the Seer not even being able to help him come to understand them. The only thing that was said by the speaker of the gods was that the dreams seemed to be telling him of something that was to come. Very helpful. Ragnar thought as he made his way through the woods, swatting at foliage with a stick as he did. The man clearly was a fool if he couldn’t decipher a couple random dreams, why he had even bothered to go to him in the first place, he wasn’t sure, Ragnar never received decent help from him. Sighing, he gave one bush a particularly hard swing of the stick in his hand and watched as the stick flew out of his grip and off into the woods somewhere. He pursed his lips and let his head fall back a little with a groan as he headed in the direction of the stick, it was a rather decent walking stick and he had planned on carving it into something when he returned home. As he walked he then heard the familiar sound of the nearby waterfall and once he found the stick he headed in that direction, always enjoying the serenity that the little lagoon gave off. It was a wonderful place to sit and think, as he so often did.

Ragnar this time used the stick for its intended purpose of walking, instead of smacking things in annoyance as he thought more about his dreams. Soon enough he came to a slight clearing which led to the little lagoon and waterfall, he stood there admiring it a moment when his eyes caught movement in the water, just beneath the falls. From what he could tell it was a person, and their back was to him as they were apparently bathing themself and as he took a step forward, he noted that it was a woman. Of course, being a man, he couldn’t help himself from gazing at her bare back, but it wasn’t the naked flesh that was the reason for him to stare. It was because of markings upon her back that to him, reminded of something he had seen in his dreams. They reminded him of the wings of a Valkyrie.

The woman had no idea of his presence, so he dared to take a few steps closer, not to get a look at her body, but to try and further inspect the markings on her back. Was this woman really a Valkyrie? From the glimpses of her face that he saw when she would turn her head this way and that while adjusting her wet hair, she very well could be. Valkyries were said to be unearthly stunning when it came to their beauty and this woman, from what he was able to see of her, was beyond anything he had ever seen before. The woman began to turn and while normally Ragnar would have kept staring, he turned himself to the side and looked elsewhere, bracing himself for when she…shrieked. Her shriek’s pitch sent some birds that were in the trees above him crying out and flying off, along with it echoing around them a moment before dissipating. The woman immediately dunked herself under the water to where her body was no longer visible, yet still folding her arms over her chest for good measure. Ragnar kept his eyes looking off into the forest, his hands clasped in front of him, though still holding onto the stick. “If it makes you feel any better, I saw nothing but your back.” “And yet even that is too much.” she said as she then moved through the water, under the falls and disappeared behind them into the little cavern hidden behind. He had often used that cave as a means to escape from reality; to just sit and think; to simply exist. 

Curiosity quickly got the better of him, and he moved around the lagoon quickly, stepping behind the falls only to quickly duck as a dagger came flying at him and he turned his head and watched as it disappeared through the waterfall and plopped into the water. He turned back and looked at her with a raised eyebrow and smirk upon his lips before he held up his hands a bit to the side, showing that he was unarmed, well, besides the stick, which he set down against the side of the cave. “I mean you no harm.” She pulled out another knife from her pack that was set down against the rocks, a belt and boots against the rock as well. She had on a long and worn dress, showing that she was most likely from a neighboring fishing town and not of any sort of higher class or nobility. “Then what is it that you want?” she asked, her knife brandished in her hand as she stared at him hard. Ragnar gave a smirk and moved over to the side of the cave, leaning back against the wall and propping the back of his foot against it as he stood there, his arms moving to cross over his chest as he gazed at her. “I merely wish to ask a question.” She narrowed her eyes, the knife still in her hand as she stared at him, then she moved it slightly as a way to tell him to go on with the question. “Are you a Valkyrie?” he asked. She stared at him silently for a few moments and then shook her head. “Of course not, what would cause you to think such a thing?”

He gave a lift of his chin, his eyes focusing on her back while he stood there. “Those markings on your back. They look like Valkyrie wings, or at least…how I picture them.” The woman stared at him silently and then finally, no longer feeling threatened apparently, lowered the knife and placed it on top of the bag, albeit close enough for her to grab. He then pushed himself from the wall, but kept his arms folded over his chest. “Not a Valkyrie. So…who are you then?” The woman picked up her belt and wrapped it around her waist, fastening it and then she looked at him. “A maiden from a fishing village on the coast, nothing more.” Ragnar then moved closer to her and before she could react, he moved behind her and gently brushed his fingers against the back of her neck as he slightly lowered the fabric of her dress. “Then how do you explain these?” He felt her body tense slightly but she stood still and looked at him over her shoulder. “Burn marks. When I was a child, our cottage caught fire and I was trapped. I was close to burning alive, when I…” she stopped and looked away, as if embarrassed to say anything more. “Go on.” he said, his fingers now brushing lightly against the marks, goosebumps forming where his touch would lift away from. “I thought that I saw Valkyries. They came down from the ceiling and surrounded me, shielding me from the flames until the entire house burnt down. I should have died, but they protected me, though at one point I had felt the burn of the flames against my back, but with how they are shaped, perhaps it was just their protective touch.” She glanced at him once again over her shoulder and turned so that she was facing him. “No one believes my story, but I swear that is what I remember, what I saw.”

Ragnar stared down at her silently and then smirked and nodded. “I believe you.” He said as he moved away from her and over back to the falls, where he picked up his walking stick and twirled it around in his hand. “You do?” “Yes. I have been having strange dreams lately, ones that the seer cannot decipher. In it, I am chasing after…a Valkyrie that apparently had fallen from Valhalla.” He said as she sat down upon the rock and listened. “Try as I might to get to her, just to speak with her, she grows farther from my reach. Last night, I came the closest I had ever been to catching her and then today…I meet you. I believe it is no coincidence.” he said as he smirked at her. Then he moved toward her and reached down for her hand, bringing it up to his lips and giving it a soft kiss. “I hope that our paths will cross again…?” he raised an eyebrow at her, while his lips were still hovering over the top of her hand. “Y/n.” she answered, he noted that her cheeks were slightly flushed which only made him smile more. “Y/n.” he said as he then stood up straight again. “I like that.”

He then leaned down and picked up her bag, along with the knife and held them out to her. “I must be heading back to my village, will you be alright getting back home?” She gave a nod and a smile and he nodded as well. “Do you often visit this waterfall?” Ragnar asked. “Yes, I come here to just get away sometimes. Seeing as how you are here too, I take it that this is somewhere special for you as well?” Ragnar nodded his head. “Indeed, I come here to reflect, think, to get away such as you. Perhaps we can do that together soon.” he said with a smirk as he then began to back toward the cavern entrance, alongside the waterfall, bringing his free hand to his chest and bowing his head slightly. “Until then.” He said with a smirk and then disappeared outside the cave, heading around the lagoon and beginning his trek back home. All the while, unable to get Y/n out of his head and grinning ear to ear as he hoped that the day would come quickly that they met again. That he would happen to come upon his little Valkyrie again.

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Message from the Author: This was intended as a one shot/drabble, yet the more I think about it, the more I desire it to become a series. I will leave it to my readers, on whether or not to continue it.

Plot: Vikings have declared war on Sussex, Ragnar Lothbrok, their leader, ends up getting captured and is currently held prisoner by the English, thus the reasoning behind said declaration.. Elizabeth, niece to the crowned King of Sussex, desires for peace and harmony among both the Northmen and English. Raised as a devout Christian, she prays day and night for something to happen that will bring about that desired peace. Whatever form it may take.

Warnings: None yet, could be some violence here and there, so if it gets too graphic…sorry? There shouldn’t be any explicit content for awhile, if this even turns into a series.

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It had been almost five months since the Northmen had first raided Sussex, failing in their first attempt and retreating back to the shore. From what she had heard, they were biding their time, waiting for another battlement of ships to arrive to increase their numbers. Many of their men had fallen during the first siege, yet it seemed to matter not to these heathens, battle and victory their calling card and motive for all the destruction and chaos they ensued. It almost seemed like they were eager to lay down their lives for whatever cause they had to attack Sussex, stories of smaller attacks on outer lying villages always wafting around local taverns and inns. Elizabeth had always had a secret fascination with the Viking culture, a desire to understand them better as a means to eventually make peace with them. Yet her uncle, King Thomas, did not share her views and often would shun her from the presence of good society, should she ever begin to speak about them in a manner that was anything other than hate and disgust. This did not bother her, she enjoyed being on her own and left to her own thoughts and devices. Often she would venture to the chapel and pray, usually for God to open the minds of those around her. If they were ever to survive these constant raids, would it not be wise to know the mind of your enemy more, this including their beliefs and culture? Yet, these were the times when the thoughts of a woman were not valued in the slightest. 

“Lord, if this raid on our kingdom is your will, then let it be so. Perhaps it can shine wisdom upon our leaders in how to better improve our defenses and battle strategies, or perhaps it will bring ruin upon us all.” Elizabeth said with eyes closed, head bowed and hands clasped tight together as she knelt down among the pews of the chapel. “I believe that we are all your children, some of us having simply lost our way.” she continued, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Yet I feel that there is more to this attack than just bloodshed, I feel that something is wanting to happen from this. An…understanding.” she opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to the wooden sculpture of Christ upon the cross. “Send me a sign, Lord. A sign that something needs to change for the sake of humanity’s future.” Suddenly the door to the chapel burst open and Elizabeth jumped to her feet with a gasp. A man, Northman from the look of him, stood there panting, wild eyes looking around the empty room until they stopped upon her and she froze. His eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen, and she had her own set of blue eyes, yet they were more of a darker hue with a slight ring of greenish yellow around the iris. Nowhere near as intensely blue as his. The man stood there staring at her for a moment before the sound of shouting outside of the room and down the hall caused him to turn around quickly and shut the doors with him now inside the chapel with her. 

Her hands were behind her, gripping the top of the pew as he then strode over to her quickly, glanced down at her a moment before looking around the room. The sound of voices outside the door caused him to search more fervently, apparently for somewhere to hide, when he suddenly ducked down behind her, his body rolling under the pew and out of sight, though Elizabeth could feel his hot breath against her ankles as she stood there. The doors bursting open once again caused her to jump and she brought her hands in front of her and held them there as three guards bounded in, their eyes searching the room for the Viking. They caught sight of her and immediately bowed their heads. “A thousand pardons, M’lady. We search for an escaped heathen, he was captured a few hours ago but managed to escape. We could have sworn he came this way.” The lead guard lifted his head and his eyes continued to search the room, about to take a step further within. “Yes, I saw him.” she said, which caused the breathing that she felt against her ankles to stop for a moment. Elizabeth lifted her hand and pointed toward a door off in the corner, which led down a hallway and elsewhere within the castle. “He ran in here, saw me and then hurried down that hall. If you hurry, you may yet catch him.” The guards bowed quickly and then ran to the door and threw it open, disappearing down it before it shut behind them, their footsteps diminishing. She stood there a moment staring at the door before she let out a breath of relief and then began to turn around to look down under the pew, only to give a small shriek when she came face to face with the man that had been previously hiding beneath it. 

He stood close to her, enough to where she had to lean back a little to regain her sense of comfort. Yet as she did so, he tilted his head to the side and leaned forward to keep the close distance, his eyes filled with intrigue and his lips daring to begin curling into a smirk. “You helped me. Why?” he suddenly asked, the fact that he spoke decent English caused her eyebrows to raise slightly. Elizabeth stammered a moment, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for the words that were swimming around her head. The man leaned back up to his full height, his head still tilted, the smirk finally finding its way to his lips as his eyes then began to roam from her face down her body. This caused her mouth to drop open, utterly appalled at the action, yet she could not hold back the heat that began to rise beneath her cheeks. Clearing her throat, Elizabeth tucked a strand of her dark brown and straight hair behind her ear and then moved her hand back down to join the other one, clasping it in front of her body as she lifted her chin indignantly and looked up at him. “I believe the Lord sent you, as a sign.” she said confidently. The man’s eyes moved back up to hers finally, though they had been taking quite a long time traveling back up her body, then they flicked over to the statue that was behind her above the alter. “Him?” He asked, before looking back at her. Elizabeth’s mouth pressed into a thin line for a moment and she gave a nod. “Yes. I prayed for a sign that some change would come from this war, and then you burst through the doorway.” “I am a sign? Of what?” “Of change, hopefully.” She said as she gave him a small smile. 

He gazed at her intently for a moment before he then took a step toward her, which caused her to lean back a bit, the pew hitting against her backside and keeping her from being able to move away any further. He then reached forward suddenly with his hand, taking hers and bringing it upward. The man then bowed slightly, looking up at Elizabeth as he did, bringing her hand up toward his forehead and then pressed the tops of her knuckles against it before lowering it back down. “You have my thanks.” he said before standing back up. “As well as my promise.” Elizabeth’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, unsure of what he was promising. “The next coming siege, no harm shall come to you.” She looked into those blue eyes of his, searching them for truth, clearly seeing that he was indeed showing that he meant what he said, yet she still had to ask. “How can you be certain?” He then rolled up the sleeve of his tunic and removed from his wrist a bronze bangle of sorts, when he held it up in the light of the torches around them, she noted that it was ornately crafted. The bangle itself had a corded design to it, twisting almost as it would wrap around one's wrist, at the ends of it, there were two heads that faced each other with open mouths. Wolves. She would later come to understand that this was a sacred arm ring used in Viking culture, as a means of promising allegiance or protection to someone. “Keep this with you at all times, and just speak my name. should someone ask how you have it.” Elizabeth stared at the bangle and then slowly reached out for it, freezing when he took her wrist gently in his calloused hand and turned it over, to where he placed it within her open palm. 

She looked down at his hand as it loosened its grip around her wrist, but lingered, his fingertips slowly moving down her wrist to her fingertips and then reluctantly letting go. “And what name would that be?” she asked, lifting her eyes up to his. “Ragnar Lothbrok.” he said, a twinkle in his eye. Somehow, Elizabeth knew who he was before he had even said his name, there had just been something about him that told her that he was a man of influence. “What shall I call you?” he asked after a moment, which brought a small smile to her lips. “Elizabeth.” was all that she said. It was not wise to divulge the fact that she was nobility to this man, who was to say that he would not use her as a means of leverage when it came to this war? Granted, there was no doubt that he had not noticed that she definitely did not dress like some common English girl. If he truly was Ragnar Lothbrok, then he was no fool. She had heard tales of his bravery, songs of his victories in battle and in life, yet she had never imagined coming face to face with the man. Let alone coming to find that he was extremely handsome and that there was something that seemed to draw her to him. A sense of interest and intrigue, she longed to learn more about him and more about his way of life. The sound of the guards once again coming through the hallways outside the chapel brought both of them back to attention, Ragnar looking over his shoulder at the door and then turning back to look at her. 

He moved closer to her suddenly, Elizabeth’s lips parting slightly as she looked up at him with wide eyes and her breath catching in her throat. He then lifted his hand up and gently brushed the side of her face with the back of his fingers and smiled down at her. “I do hope we meet again, Elizabeth.” he said, the sound of her name leaving his lips causing goosebumps to rise upon her ivory skin. Ragnar pulled away from her quickly and then suddenly spun around her, unsheathing a large knife and moving behind her, bringing it up against her neck at the same moment that the doors burst open once again. Instead of only guards entering the chapel, her uncle was there as well. When his eyes found his niece in the arms of an armed Northman, he held up his arms to the guards around him. “Stop, do not advance. My niece must not be harmed.” Elizabeth felt Ragnar let out a breathy chuckle at hearing that she was the niece of the King and she felt his fingertips tighten against her waist as his arm was wrapped around it. Ragnar glanced over his shoulder and saw the stained glass window and then began to back up toward it, bringing Elizabeth with him as he held her against him, the knife still poised at her throat. 

Once the two of them were in front of the window, Ragnar gestured to one of the gold candlesticks upon the alter. “Break it open for me won’t you, my lady?” he breathed against her ear. Elizabeth stared at the stained glass window and then shook her head slightly. “No. It is part of the house of God, I will not desecrate it.” She felt his hand tighten against her waist and he moved his face a bit to where it was somewhat against hers. “It is but a window, and while it is a work of art, it is nothing in comparison to this neck of yours.” he said as he pressed the tip of the knife against her skin, causing a speck of blood to appear and for her to take in a sharp breath. Elizabeth reached for the candlestick and picked it up, finding that it was rather heavy, but she managed to lift it a bit and then with a grunt, she hurled it at the window, closing her eyes as she did so, the sound of it shattering almost silent compared to the sound of her heart shattering. No sooner had the glass broken, Ragnar moved them closer to the window and then once he was within reach of it, he hopped up onto the ledge and released Elizabeth. She turned and looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt there, then he looked over at her uncle and the guards and gave them a cheeky smirk. King Thomas narrowed his eyes at Ragnar and began to lift his hand for the guards to advance when suddenly Ragnar leaned back down toward Elizabeth, slid his hand behind her neck and into her hair and brought her face toward his as he leaned down. Her eyes went wide when he pressed his lips against hers in a lingering kiss and then pulled away, giving her a wink and then holding his hands out to the side and let himself fall backwards out of the window. 

Moving to the edge of the window, careful not to cut herself on the shards of broken glass, she leaned out over the edge, hoping she wouldn’t see a flattened Viking upon the cobblestone streets below. What she saw caused her to crack a small smile. Ragnar was lying in a haystack that was piled upon a horse drawn cart, his arms behind his head as he grinned up at her and then blew a kiss, followed by a wave of his fingers as it began to drive down the road.

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A wonderfully thought out Ragnar idea! I enjoyed it immensely and am eager for more!

Ragnar X Reader Valhalla

Important info: This is the fist chapter of this, I hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: None yet 

Word count: 7432

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Your hands grip the side of the boat as if your life depends on it, perhaps it does. You manage to keep a hold of the side as you pull yourself up to look out. The waves are monstrous clashing into each other and the ships slowly drifting farther away from the one you reside on. The deep gray over takes two of the ships pulling them into the depths, your screams for the fallen fall on deaf ears, the storm silencing everything but the thunder up ahead. Thor, The beautiful bright blue lighting overtaking the sky’s as he strikes his anvil. Why must the Gods be so angry with you? You look over to the captain of the ship, his eyes full of fear as his mouth moves with prayers drowned out over the storm. What should you do? What can you possibly do? The captain’s eyes fall upon you as he screams, “Row!” His finger leading the way to a bench that’s empty. You made your way over gripping the ore, thinking ‘how could I have not noticed someone fell overboard?’ You thought as you row as swiftly you can, for as long as you can. Praying to Odin for strength, your arms burning with each pull, water blinding you as it strikes your face. Just as you thought you couldn’t move your arms anymore, a wave comes head on for your ship. As suddenly as you noticed the wave, it took over your boat filling it with freezing water, tipping it as the wave continued. You lose your grip on the ore and grab onto the side of the ship as it tips. The wood creaking under your fingertips that desperately grip onto the ship. Water suddenly surrounds you, the salt stinging your eyes as you look for your way up. Everything is so dark, so dark you couldn’t even see your hands as you moved around in the water from the force of the ship tipping then being pulled under. Not sure of how long you have been under the water your lungs burn for air. Instead of panicking when you let your last gasp of air out you take a moment to stop and look at the bubbles, studying as the orbs of air floated upwards. you moved the way the bubbles went swimming up to the surface of the water. Gasping as your head broke the surface you can only see more monstrous waves heading to you and no ships. Debris floats around you, parts of ships and the possessions people had with them. You managed to grab onto a part of a ship large enough for you to hold under your arms to help floating, but alas not enough to hold you above the freezing water fully. The last thing you could see was the sky full of dark clouds matching the wave coming to you. You prayed that the end would be kind and take you fast, that you would be reunited with your lost loved ones. 

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Time Knows No Bounds- Part Four

Warnings: None that need apology

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: An unexpected call in to work has left you with a dilemma: do you leave your new found viking friend home alone, or do you take him with you?

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Your mouth fell open slightly when Ragnar said what he said and gave that wink and smirk. 'As do you' Those words only made your face burn hotter as you stood there staring at the now closed door. Had...had he seen your naked form? Your face contorted in various ways as you thought to yourself, your hand letting go of the curtain to allow it to fall back into place and your body moving back under the fall of the water once again. Lips pursed, you let the water fall against your shoulder as your thoughts ran with the possibility of Ragnar having gazed upon your nakedness. Whether the thought bothered you...or enthralled you. You did not realize how long you had been thinking about this until the feeling of cold water hit against your shoulder and you gasped, realizing that you had officially used up all the hot water. Great. Sighing, you turned the water off and stood there for a moment, listening for any sounds of the door opening. When nothing came, you pulled back the curtain and reached over toward the towel rack, grabbing a big fluffy pink towel and wrapping it around your body. Then you took a smaller towel and squeezed it around your wet hair until it was just damp and finally you peeked out of the doorway of the bathroom, saw that the coast was clear, and scuttled down the hall to your bedroom, snapping the door shut behind you.

Now dried and dressed, you finished working the tangles out of your hair with your wet brush before opening the door of your room and heading down to Ragnar's room. You reached up with your fist and knocked your knuckles against the door lightly, hearing Ragnar speak for you to come in. When you opened the door, you paused when you were met with the viking standing next to his bed, having just set down a shirt that he had apparently been trying on. There he stood, as he had in the living room earlier, shirtless and absolutely glorious. Before you had done what you could to keep from oogling his bare chest and abdomen, but now as you stood there, it was difficult to tear your eyes away. He regarded you silently as you stood there, knowing that he was aware that you were shamelessly letting your eyes roam from his strong shoulders, down to his chest where soft hair lead all the way down along his defined abs and even further where you finally, had to tear your eyes away and look at something else. Your gaze landed upon the bed that still had some of the clothes upon it, though it looked as if he had put away the majority into the dresser that was against the wall. "Are there any that you do not like?" you finally brought yourself to ask, albeit with a dry throat. He kept looking at you silently, a small smirk at the corner of his lips and then he glanced up and down your own body once, the smirk growing larger, before he turned his head and looked down at the bed. "These." There were not many, but from the looks of it, he had chosen against the shirts and pants that were brighter in color.

He leaned down and picked one up from the bed that was under the one he had just laid down and held it up. "This one...I could not get fastened. The buttons, they are so small and.." "There are so many?" you finished his sentence with a smirk. He gave a sheepish grin. "I was worried I would become angry and tear it apart." Giving a small giggle, you moved forward and took the shirt from his hands and then held it up to where he could slide his arms in. He turned away from you, your eyes locking onto his muscular back, but not only the muscles...all of the scars. There had been faint ones along his chest, shoulders and torso, but the ones on his back were deeper and more prominent. If you had not been convinced that he was a battle hardened viking from the past, the scars he had upon his body proved it. These were sword, axe and arrow scars. Ragnar glanced over his shoulder at you, your hands had lowered slightly while holding the shirt up to where he was not able to slide his arms in easily. "Is something wrong, y/n?" You jumped slightly and looked at him, shaking your head. "Oh, no. Sorry. Just...lost in thought." you said as you then held the shirt up a bit more and he was able to slide his arms into the sleeves and you helped pull it up and over his shoulders. Once he had it up over his shoulders, you gently turned him around and began to help with the buttons, smirking when Ragnar's face contorted in obvious discomfort when you worked on the top button at the collar. Clearly he was not used to clothing tight around his neck.

Once you were finished with the buttons, you reached up with both of your hands to adjust and smooth out the collar, knowing that his eyes were upon you as you did. While you had been standing this close to him, you were able to catch whiffs of his scent. One would expect someone from the past to smell not that great, but Ragnar was proof that this was not the case. He had an earthy smell, woodsy and yet not overbearing. When you took in a longer breath through your nose as you had been working on the buttons, you swore you caught a whiff of seawater as well. Regardless of what the scents were, they were rather intoxicating. Much more so than any modern day cologne. You finished with the collar and then stood there silently a moment before lifting your eyes, almost wishing you hadn't when they met his. His gaze rooted you to the spot, your mind flitting back to when you had stood there staring as he stood in just a pair of jeans beside the bed. Ragnar made no effort to move away from you, instead he simply stared down at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before they glanced down at your lips. This caused your heart to slam against your rib cage and something to stir in your lower stomach. Matters were made worse when your own eyes moved down to his lips as well, only to see him take his bottom lip inward and bite upon it slightly as he continued to look at yours. That stirring sensation grew into a flame and if it had not been for the sound of your phone chiming in your back pocket, you were sure that you would have given those lips of his an open invitation to devour yours.

You both looked at each other, noticing that your faces had slowly gravitated toward each other, then you slowly began to lean back to where you began to take a step away when Ragnar's hand reached forward and took hold of yours, causing you to freeze. You stood there silently as his thumb gently caressed along the tops of your knuckles, though he reluctantly allowed you to pull away when the chiming began on your phone again. Clearing your throat, you reached into your back pocket, pulling out your phone as you turned away, gesturing for Ragnar to look at himself in the mirror with a wave of your free hand. You watched over your shoulder as he did so, then looked down at your unlocked phone screen to see the two messages that were waiting for you. Apparently you were needed at the museum, some kids messed with the Viking exhibit and the staff on duty had no idea how to fix it. You let out a large sigh as you brought your other hand up to your nose and pinched the bridge of it, closing your eyes in annoyance. Just how bad was it that they were calling you in on your day off? Yes, you had been on an excavation earlier today, but that was volunteer work, plus you loved it. A knot formed within your stomach at the thought of the entire exhibit being in disarray, until you heard Ragnar clear his throat and you turned to him. A grin formed on your lips when you saw that he was tugging at his collar with one of his fingers as he looked at you. "How do the men here find this comfortable?" You slid the phone back into your pocket and moved back over to him, reaching up and undoing the top most button. "It takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But the women folk here very much like a man that is dressed to impress." This was no lie, Ragnar looked incredible in a button down shirt and those nice fitting jeans.

"Would they not prefer a man with no clothes?" he asked, most likely on purpose, as he looked down at you again while you stood close. You did your best to hold back the color from rising in your cheeks as you looked up at him, then tilted your head a little to the side and gave a smile. "Of course, but it's much more fun to take our time in getting them out of them." You heard him let out a breath at what you said, but kept your facial expression the same as you then turned and headed to the door. You then turned back to him. "I have to run in to work, it may be a better idea for you to come with me. So you don't burn the place down." you said, giving him a smile and a wink before heading to your room. He moved to the doorway and leaned against it, watching you walk down the hall, your voice raising a little as you disappeared into your room and grabbed what you needed. "You should wear that while we are out, get used to how it feels. I'm sure it'll also draw a lot of attention." You came back out into the hallway, shoving your keys and phone into your small backpack and then putting it over your shoulder and looked at him. "Your hair though..." you reached up with one of your hands and gently used it to turn his face sideways so you could look at the tattoos along his skull, as well as the long braid of dreads that went down his neck. "...I suppose I can come up with an explanation?" There were more questionable hair styles out there these days, right? Ragnar raised his eyebrow at you as you stood there, still with her fingers holding onto his braid, to which you gave a shrug of your shoulders and then backed away.

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This...this was so much worse than you had imagined. Everything was tossed and torn, thrown almost to an entirely different exhibit. How on God's green earth did this happen? Where was security? How did some kids end up doing such damage? Where the hell had their parents been? Your hands had eventually made their way to your hair, taking fistfuls of it and clenching as you looked at the destruction before you, Ragnar by your side, confused, but also concerned that you were going to tear your lovely hair out. "Fuck..." you said under your breath as your hands finally fell to your sides. The viking ship was almost on its' side, how they had managed to do that, you were not sure. The funeral pyre was...all over the place. The viking mannequins were naked, their clothing thrown all over the place, one article of clothing you found had been torn almost in half. Ragnar moved forward, kneeling down to pick up pieces of a broken arrow that was upon the floor, he looked at them quietly. "Museum. This is a place for items from the past?" he asked as he continued to sift through the broken or dented items upon the floor. "Mm-hmm." you said as you walked over to one of the mannequins that had been knocked over and bent down to pick it back up and returned it to its upright position. "And yet someone has desecrated these items." he said, more of a statement, as he glanced over at you and saw the look upon your face as you went around the area. You didn't answer him, except to give a small nod of confirmation. "I should have brought my axe." he said under his breath angrily, as he looked away from you shaking his head.

As you stood there feeling helpless, Ragnar suddenly pushed himself up from his squatting position and turned to you. He moved closer to you and didn't hesitate to lift his hand up and tuck his fingers under your chin, which caused you to freeze. He tilted your face up to look at his and gave a smile, not a smirk. "Do not fret. I will help you make it right again." You stared up at him silently and then a small smile slowly spread across your lips and you nodded. "Thank you." you said quietly as he then let his hand drop from beneath your chin and he took a step back. "Is the boat in place where it should be?" he asked as he moved to look at it, running his hand along the bow of it as if he found it familiar, which he probably did. "No, it needs to be moved a bit more to the left. How a bunch of children managed to move it at all, is beyond me." you said as you came over to him and stood next to him. "This is a recreation of what archeologists believed viking boats and ships may have looked like, does it look correct?" Ragnar walked along side of it, continuing to run his hand and fingertips along the wood grain of the boat, pausing to inspect little details, notches in the wood, coloration. "It is close. But I fear that Floki, our best boat builder, would not be impressed." He said as he turned to you. "I see. What a shame that it was you and not him that traveled through time, to show us our errors." you said as you looked at him, eyebrow raised. He stared at you for a moment and then that smirk appeared on his lips, growing bigger to reveal some of his white teeth.

"I will push at this end, if you push up near the bow." he said as he moved to the stern of the boat. You went up to the bow and placed your hands against the wood and together you gently and slowly were able to push the boat back into the place you had had it before, thankful that it was on something that made it easier to move. Still, the fact that children were able to move it made you worried. Perhaps you ought to put more weight within the boat, or even anchor it down completely? The latter would probably be the better choice in order to avoid this happening again in the future, plus anchoring would be a decent safety precaution. Once the boat was back in place, the two of you went around the exhibit, picking up pieces of broken pottery and scattered weapons, which were thankfully dull. Ragnar bent down and picked up a long sword, holding the hilt in his open palm, inspecting the detail, then his fingers closed around it and he glanced over his shoulder to where you were, before he began to swing the blade around through the air. You couldn't help but watch as he did, the way the sword sung through the air despite how dull the blade was, the way Ragnar's face was held in concentration. The way that his muscles moved underneath the button down shirt he was wearing, the way that it seemed as if the sword was a mere extension of his arm and the flow of his movements was almost a dance. He finally stopped when the blade came close to striking a short, balding man that stood there with wide eyes, the tip of the blade near his face. Ragnar straightened his body quickly and took a step back, bringing the blade down to hang by his side.

Your eyes widened at this, considering the man before you was your boss and he swallowed hard, glancing at Ragnar before looking over at you. "Who is this?" he asked, tugging at his collar for a moment, trying to calm himself from having almost been struck by a sword. "I'm so sorry, this is..." you had to think fast, and come up with something believable. "...a friend from college." Yes, that could work. You could play off the ruse that he was a fellow archaeologist with a knack for viking history and lore, like yourself, and he was so enthusiastic about it that he also dressed the part of a viking. Thankfully, the name Ragnar was still being used today in Norway and other Scandinavian countries, so when you introduced him to your boss, he gave a nod. "Well, I suppose it is good to have another viking expert to aid in the clean up of this...mess." he said as he looked around, seeing that the two of you had already pretty much finished. "Huh." He said before he brought his hands upon his hips and then looked over at you. "I am sorry that this happened, I am afraid that parents these days simply do not raise their children right, and are too afraid to reprimand them. I made sure to ban them from the museum for the foreseeable future." You gave a small nod of your head and then your boss bowed out, telling you that you could take however long you needed to repair things, no matter the overtime or cost of anything and you gave a smile of thanks. He left the two of you standing there, Ragnar still holding the blade before he looked over at you and pointed it at you with a raise of his eyebrow and tilt of his head. "Why are these so dull? Should they not be sharpened to show more accuracy? A viking would sooner die than be seen in public with a dull blade."

"Safety reasons, of course. You never know when some idiot will come along and start swinging it, almost slicing someone's face off." you said, giving him a smirk. Ragnar pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked down the edge of the blade at you and then gave a chuckle and lowered it. "I suppose that is good reason." You moved forward and reached with your hand toward his, taking the blade from him gently and brushing your fingers against his as you did so. He looked down at you with those blue eyes of his and you just smiled up at him as you walked past him toward where the weapons used to hang upon the wall. The two of you finished placing all of the weapons back up on the wall, shields as well, and then it all came down to sweeping as well as figuring out how to mend some of the clothing. A few of the tunics had tears in them, but Ragnar stated that he could sew them if he had a needle and thread. "There may be a some in the utility closet, we can look since we need to get the broom out of there anyway." you said as you glanced around the exhibit and saw that it was looking close to how it had been before, albeit a few shirtless mannequins. You turned and headed away from the viking exhibit and toward the hallway that had the utility closet, bringing out your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door so you can go in. You stepped over the threshold and moved flicked on the light before going over to a shelf. The closet was incredibly tiny, even just two people inside would be a tight fit, and you began to turn to Ragnar to tell him to hang back outside in the hall when you came face to face with him. He had come into the closet as well and your eyes shot to the door behind him and you began to try to move past him, having to push against him with how little space there was. "No! Don't let it..." the door shut and you stood there pressed against it, your forehead slowly leaning forward against it. "...shut."

Ragnar moved toward you, pretty much pressing up against you from behind as he reached around you and tried to turn the handle. "It locks from the inside as well?" Doing your best to ignore the fact his body was against yours, you lifted your head from pressing against the door. "No. Something is wrong with the door knob, it wont turn on this side to get out. Maintenance was supposed to fix it weeks ago, but they still haven't, so we usually prop it open. It's been awhile since I have been in here, that I forgot." you said as you gave a sigh. Ragnar reached around you, his body still pressing against yours, and he gripped the door knob and attempted to turn it, finding that it was indeed true, it wouldn't turn in the slightest. Your eyes widened slightly when he then tried to push against the door, one arm on either side of your body as he did, which caused him to push against your back and his hips somewhat against your backside. "Um...you might have more luck if I move?" you said, which caused him to pause and you felt him slowly lean forward more to where his mouth was next to your ear. "And take all the fun out of it?" he said which caused your body to shiver slightly. Yet you found the will power to turn swiftly and duck under one of his arms, moving behind him instead. His eyes widened slightly with the suddenness of this maneuver, but he looked over his shoulder at you and smirked. He turned back to the door and used his strength to push against it, but it still didn't budge and he heaved a sigh, turning back to you. "It'll be okay, I can just call the director..." your hands patting the pockets of your jeans and then you closed your eyes in frustration. "My phone is in my locker in the break room."

"So we are trapped for awhile?" he said, taking a step toward you, for that was all he needed to to be right next to you again in this tiny closet. You nodded. "Until someone needs in here, and happens to have a key. Only a few people have a key for this closet." You sighed and turned and began to rummage in a box that was on the shelf you had been in front of earlier. No needle and thread that you could find, but perhaps the director would allow you to take the tunics home to fix. There was no use in banging on the door and calling for help, because it was after hours and the public was gone. You knew the director would probably be here for awhile longer, and he always did a routine walk about before leaving. All you would have to do is listen for his footsteps, which were easily discernible from the fact that he walked with a limp and a cane. "What do we do until we are free?" he asked, leaning back against the wall, which you did the same, on the opposite wall. The space between you was still limited, perhaps just a few inches shy of the length of a ruler between your bodies. "Just wait, I suppose. Wait and think. Or talk." He looked at you for a moment, then let his head fall back against the wall, still gazing at you though. "Thinking sounds nice." You smirked and let your head fall back as well, closing your eyes and letting out a soft sigh. "I suppose it is, depending on what you think about." About twenty minutes of silence passed by before you began to grow annoyed with the quiet. "So what are you thinking about?" you asked, your eyes still shut as you stood there. "When you were helping me with this shirt earlier today."

Your eyes opened and you looked at him as he stood there staring at you, then you felt your body tense and your breath catch in your chest when he pushed himself away from the wall and closed the distance between the two of you, his hand coming up against the wall next to your head. "What is it that you are thinking of, y/n?" You felt that shiver from earlier run through your body as his was once again ridiculously close to yours, looking up into his face to see that his eyes were slowly roaming over your face, flicking to your lips now and then like they had earlier today. You had been thinking of how long you were going to be stuck in here, since small spaces sometimes ended up causing you to panic. Yet now that he had told you what he had been thinking about, you found your mind drifting back to that moment too, even going farther back to when he had been shirtless and you knew that your face was probably flushing bright red right now. He moved even closer to you, to where his other hand suddenly went to your hip and his fingers dug in slightly as he brought his face closer to yours, but moved to where his lips were next to your ear again. He had such a boldness when it came to invading personal space, didn't he? "Something tells me that you are thinking about that too." You swallowed slightly and turned your face a little to look over at him as he kept his close. "I actually was thinking about when you didn't have a shirt on at all." you said in a whisper, which caused his eyes to snap to yours. He stared down at you and then you felt his grip tighten against your hip, slowly sliding up to your waist, his fingers having lifted the hem of your shirt while doing so. You gasped slightly when you felt his calloused fingertips brush against your skin and you looked up at him as he moved his body to where it was holding you gently against the wall. Ragnar then glanced down at your lips and you didn't hesitate to bite your bottom lip as you looked at his, like he had done before.

You were thankful that he was supporting you against the wall with his body, for when he saw you bite your lip, you heard him give a soft groan as he then leaned in and began to brush his lips against yours. You swore that you felt the tip of his tongue begin to slide across your bottom lip when suddenly the door opened and both of your faces snapped in that direction.

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Hey gang

So I have been thinking lately, about how I might try my hand at a few other fics/drabbles/imagines. I wanted to know what everyone out there in the Ragnar fan base liked, other than Vikings?

Right now I am really having a Marvel muse, leaning more toward Thor Odinson (-fans self-). Though I believe there are others that I may want to give a try, here are some of them.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Fun Fact: I have a series that I had started many years ago for Bucky, that sort of just...died. It is available on Ao3, should anyone be interested. Perhaps one day it'll pick back up.

Does anyone have any characters that they want to see some things written for, if I am able? Granted, I am not well versed in a lot of stuff out there, so some characters I may be clueless to. Heh. Hit me up, if you would like! Cheers!

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Alright y'all...

I am going to change things up a little bit. First off, I would like to thank everyone that has enjoyed reading my series Time Knows No Bounds and said such lovely things about it, and for all the reblogs and likes and whatnot. They are much appreciated! So with that in mind, here is my gift to all of you:

I wanted to reach out and ask everyone if there was anything specific you would like to see done in this fic, if there was any direction that people are interested in seeing it go, or any certain moment or feeling to come into play. If that makes sense?

What would you like to see Ragnar do, or where would you like him to go in this strange future world? Things like that.

Anyone can leave an idea in the comments and I will look them over, and depending on how long this series goes (which, honestly I plan for it to be lengthy) I may try and incorporate some ideas from you guys into it!

I thought that would be something unique, sort of like a 'request' or 'ask' but for a personal series. If you guys are down for this idea, please leave a comment.

BTW: I am currently working on Part Four, because there was something that I simply needed to get out asap cause it has been trapped in my mind. So the whole, inserting ideas from the fans thing, will take place after that part is posted. Can I get a what whaaat? No? Okay, just me then. :3

-Best wishes and happiness to all! <3

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Time Knows No Bounds - Part Three

Warnings: None that need apology

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: This part will be written in Ragnar's POV and it will pick up where the last part left off. It will be written in the way of "Ragnar reached for..." and the "he/she/him/her" sort of fashion because it is the only way that will process in my brain right now.

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"Well...home sweet home."

Y/N said as she dropped the bags she had in her hands to the floor. Ragnar gently sat down his own bags that he had been holding as his blue eyes scanned the room around him. If this was a house, it was quite the house. Back where he was from, his own home was merely a small cottage that was made up of one big room, and when he wished for privacy (which he rarely did), he would simply construct a makeshift wall that stood up and created whatever privacy he needed. He took a step forward, taking everything in as he did. No hearth in the center of the floor like what he was used to. He noted the sunlight coming in through the window but when he went over to it, he noticed that there was a see through barrier keeping the outside separated from the inside. He assumed this was what Athelstan called 'glass', but it was clear as can be and not at all as he had described it. Ragnar suddenly caught of whiff of what he could tell were flowers, but as he looked around, he saw none. "How does it smell like flowers, but there are none here?" he asked as he continued to walk around. "Oh, because of this." He watched as she went over to the wall and took a small white...thing out of something else that was white, but also flat with three holes in it. She held it up and he walked over to it, reaching up to touch it and then noticed that the top of it was where he could smell the scent of flowers, yet at the bottom there was a clear orb that held some sort of liquid in it. "It's called a Wall Flower. Uses oils to produce scent to make the house smell nice." Ragnar looked at it more closely and then moved away again, continuing around the room. "Huh." He had to admit that the smell of flowers within a house was much more pleasant than the smell of smoke from the hearth.

He watched as Y/N moved around the room, heading into a different area that was white and had a bunch of shiny blocks of various sizes. Ragnar followed her over to the largest of the shiny blocks and opened it up realizing now that it was made up of two doors. He tilted his head to the side as she leaned in and then came back out and handed him something, it held water and it was clear but he was not sure what it was or what it was called. "Bottled water, figured you might be thirsty?" she said, still holding it out to him. Ragnar reached for it and took it in his hand, raising his eyebrow at it. He then brought it closer to his face as if trying to figure out how to get the water out. "Twist the top." she said as she brought her own bottle up to her perfect lips. He stared at her lips for a moment before he then looked down at the bottle in his hands and then brought up his other hand to the top and began to unscrew it. As he did, he did not realize that the pressure that he was holding the bottle with in his other hand would be enough to cause water to shoot up at him, but that was exactly what happened. Ragnar sputtered as the ice cold water shot up into his face and soaked his beard, running down onto his tunic. He stood there with his arms outstretched, his left hand holding the bottle as the right held the circle that had been on top keeping the water in. Y/N let out a snort and a laugh, almost choking on her own water. She went over to a drawer and pulled it open, bringing out what appeared to be a cloth of some kind and she came forward and handed it to him. "Sorry, I should have been more explanatory. Gotta be gentle when you twist it." she said with a wink before walking away. He took the cloth from her, later finding out it was called a towel, and then brought it up to his face, but not before letting his eyes roam down her body as she turned her back to him and went back to the large metal block with doors.

He then brought the towel up to his face and proceeded to dry it off, then looked down at his tunic and pulled it up and over his head, then wadded it up and then tossed it aside onto the floor. Y/N looked at him, her lips pursed and her hands slowly went to her hips, which caused Ragnar to raise an eyebrow and lift his shoulders a little. "What?" She shook her head and walked over to the shirt and picked it up. "I suppose men from the middle ages are just like the ones from today." she said as she moved over to a brightly colored basket and tossed it inside with a bunch of other clothes. "Is that where you put the ones that need to be cleaned?" Y/n nodded her head before leaving the room, going down a hallway and into another. Ragnar looked at the basket of clothes and then shrugged his shoulders and began to unlace his trousers when she came back in. "Whoa whoa whoa. Not in here, I'm in the process of setting up the guest room for you. We don't walk around nude here." she said shaking her head again. "That is such a shame." He said as he looked at her with a smirk and even went so far as to give her a wink like she had earlier to him. This caused her mouth to open slightly and he chuckled before lacing up the trousers once more and looked at her. Y/n's eyes were looking at his bare abdomen and chest before looking back up at him, he could tell that she was blushing some so he gave her a smile and tilt of his head. She stared at him silently and then tilted her own head and then to his surprise walked toward him slowly, which caused a feeling in the pit of his stomach to appear. Ragnar watched as she came up to him, stopping only when she was really close and then lift her head so that it was tilted back a bit so she could look up at him.

Ragnar was not sure how to act at this point, he began to open his mouth, but then she unceremoniously shoved something against his chest and he reached up to take hold of it so it would not fall down. With that, she gave him her own smirk that caused that stirring to appear within his stomach again, before she then walked away, taking some of the bags of his new clothes with her. He watched as she walked back down that hallway and then let out a breath, shaking his head and then looked down at what was now in his hand and saw that it was a clean white shirt. Ragnar smirked and then unfolded it and stared at it a moment, noting that it was rather strange looking. There were no sleeves at all. He pulled it over his head and slid his arms through the holes and then pulled it down over his torso and looked down at it with a raised eyebrow. This was fashion these days? He looked up when y/n came back into the room and he held his arms out to the sides. "Well?" She gave a smile and laughed. "It'll do for lounge wear for sure, probably something to sleep in too. Unless you sleep in the nude?" she said raising her eyebrow. "That is my secret." She shook her head and then gestured for him to come back into the area where he had the water bottle incident. He followed after her and his eyes widened when suddenly y/n slipped, her arms flying up into the air and he moved forward and managed to catch her by the waist as she began to go down. He brought her back up and looked down at the floor where the puddle of water still stood from earlier. "Why did you not clean that up?" he said with a chuckle. "Don't you sass me. I've been distracted with a viking in my home that doesn't understand jack." "Who is Jack?" "Oh shush."

She pushed herself up and out of his grasp and then went to a drawer, opened it and flung another towel down onto the ground to soak up the puddle. He smirked and then placed his foot upon the towel and moved it around some to wipe up the mess, then leaned down and picked it up, wadding it up and then tossing it into the basket of dirty clothes. Y/n went over to a cabinet and opened it, bringing out some plates and he tilted his head looking at them. They looked both delicate, and yet sturdy. Something he definitely did not have back home, nor had he seen on any raids either. He watched as she then scooted past him and went back to the big double door block, which he soon was told was called a 'refrigerator', though she added that most people just call it a 'fridge', which made him feel a bit better. She took out a small clear box that had something with a reddish color within and she went back over to the plates and then pulled open a drawer with cutlery within. How many drawers were there? Ragnar glanced around the kitchen. Eight. He heard the sound of something being scooped and plopped onto the plate and he turned to look over y/n's shoulder as she took what was within the container and put spoonfuls of it upon the plate. Y/n apparently could feel him standing just behind her and looking over her shoulder, so she turned her head slightly and glanced at him. "Lasagna." she said, which caused him to stare with slightly wide eyes. "You don't have to say it, just eat it." she said as she then covered them with what appeared to be thin cloths and stuck them inside of another smaller shiny block. She tapped a few times against the symbols he saw on the front of it, there came a beeping noise as she did, and then a light within the block came on. Ragnar bent down slightly and peered in, watching as the plates spun slowly on another plate within. "What is this?"

"A microwave. It heats up and cooks things using...well...microwaves." He stared at her silently as he stood up. "Another electricity?" he asked, and she nodded with a grin. "I normally would have heated it in the oven, but I am too hungry to wait." He looked around the kitchen for this 'oven' and she moved over to the big one that was between two sets of the eight drawers and she pulled it open and he leaned down and looked in. "Oven." "Don't worry, I'll make chef out of you yet." Once the food was warmed up, he followed y/n over to the table on the other side of the counter and sat down across from her. He began to reach for the lasagna with his fingers but she swatted gently from across the table with a metal fork. "You're gonna burn your fingers off, use the fork." she said, gesturing to his that was next to his plate. He glanced at it and then picked it up and stabbed at the lasagna with a smirk and blinked when it just slid off. Y/n giggled and then showed him how to cut it with the fork and then get it on there properly before he shoved it into his mouth. Ragnar at first winced from the heat, but then his eyes all but rolled back into his head from the taste. "This...this is unlike anything that I have ever eaten." he said as he cut into it and took another bite, despite the fact it was still hot. She chuckled and shook her head. "Just don't choke. I don't really feel like doing CPR today."

Now that he had food in his belly, having eaten three more helpings, y/n took him to the room that she had put together for him to use. All of the clothes were laid out upon the bed and Ragnar went over and inspected them for a moment before looking over at her. "Why so many?" "You should see my wardrobe, if you think that this is a lot." she said with a smirk and she folded her arms over her chest. "Go ahead and try them on. If you do not like them, put them back in the bag and I will take them back. Anything you like, just set in a pile on the chair and I can put them up for you." She went to the door and began to close it, stopping when it was cracked some. "I will come check on you in a little while." she said before nodding and shutting the door. He stared at the door for a moment and then turned and looked back down at the bed and the clothing upon it. He was not sure where to start, though from what he could tell, it looked like she had them in order. Shirt, pants, something that looked like you would put it over the shirt, he did not know it was called a jacket. He started with this outfit first, liking the fact that there was a skull on the front of the shirt. He had trouble with the pants, practically having to jump up and down to get them all of the way up and then there was this...strange metal thing that he could not figure out, so he just buttoned it and left it at that. He pulled the jacket on over his shoulders and adjusted the collar, tilting his head a bit as he looked at the mirror that was on the back of the door. Well, he actually liked the way that he looked in this. He pursed his lips and gave a nod and then was about to turn back to the clothes when he heard something in the hallway.

Ragnar opened the door and peered out into the hall, hearing what sounded like water, but as he looked around, he did not see any. Then he heard what sounded like music (though it was quite strange sounding) and singing and he followed that sound until he came to a door at the end of the hall. He reached for the door and opened it, walking in to find the room filled with steam and discovered that the sound of water he had heard earlier had been coming from in here. There was a white curtain upon a metal rod and from what he could tell, the steam was coming from behind it. His eyes looked down and he noted that it appeared to be a large basin made of what looked to be porcelain. Ragnar stepped forward and then reached for the white curtain, taking it in his fingers and then he pulled it back and his eyes widened when he was met with y/n's scream and she snatched at the curtain before pulling it against her apparently naked body. "What the hell?!" she shouted at him. Ragnar tried not to smile as he looked at her, then rubbed the back of his neck. "I heard water, then singing and...noise and that lead me here." he said as he then leaned forward some and looked at the shower head curiously, holding his hand out to catch the running water upon his open palm. "Where does the water come from and how does it keep coming out?" he said, then turning his head to look at y/n. She was looking at him with slight annoyance and shock that he was just standing there while she was trying desperately to keep her body covered. "I will be very happy to tell you where and how, if you would get the hell out." she said, her face red, though he was not sure if it was from the heat of the water, or her embarrassment. Though, from what he had glimpsed, she had no cause for embarrassment.

"I did not mean to frighten you." he said as he backed up a step. "Yeah, well you did." she said as she then moved the curtain back to how it was, but kept her head sticking out to make sure he was leaving. "Just...wait in your room until I come and knock on your door, okay?" she said, her tone having lost its bite. He bowed his head slightly and began to head to the door. "You look really good like that, by the way." she said. Ragnar turned to look over his shoulder at her as he opened the door. "As do you." he said, giving her a wink, and the most wicked of smirks.

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this is incredibly accurate

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Quick question y'all:

How would everyone feel about this next part in the series being in the POV of Ragnar?

I'm on the struggle bus when it comes to writing, so this may help my creative juices flow.