#*deep inhale* Harald angst….let’s….go………

[elipri]

thank you….for being my sons…

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: The Healer

Chapter Twenty

Word Count 3k

Warnings: a lot of angst, fluff only at the end

By the time you reached Kattegat, you were unresponsive. Hvitserk, Ivar and Ubbe were in a panic. As soon as they reached the port, Ubbe got out of the ship and rushed over to the Healer's tent. 

Ubbe "Please...we have her. She isn't responding! Can you help her?!" The Healer rose from his spot on the ground and cupped Ubbe's face into his hands.

Healer "I will try my best. Where is she?" 

Ubbe "She is over here." When Ubbe left the tent, his wife Torvi was waiting for him with fear in her eyes. 

Torvi "Is it bad?"

Ubbe "Worse than it said in the letter, I have to go. I will keep you updated on Y/n. Watch over the kids, I love you."

Torvi "I love you too. Come now, let's go over here." She took her kid's and walked over to the opposite side of the kingdom. She knew by the look on her husband's face that it was not good. She feared for you and prayed to the gods that you would regain consciousness. 

Hvitserk is holding you in his arm's while Ivar stumbled out of the boat. Ivar's legs are in excruciating pain from today's earlier events but he is not thinking of himself right now. All he is worried about is his wife. The Healer reaches Hvitserk and stops in front of him. He places his hand over your forehead and pauses. 

Hvitserk "What is it?"

Healer "Her wounds have gotten infected. I can see the infection spreading throughout her body. Her skin is boiling. Her body is trying to fight off the infection but she is so weak. That is why she is unresponsive."

Hvitserk "And her daughter?" He asked with tears in his eyes, fearing the horrific news that no parent-to-be wants to hear. The Healer takes a step back and inhales deeply.

Healer "I..I can see her but she is struggling to survive. With Y/n's condition, I do not know if she will make it through the night." Hvitserk looks down at you, struggling to stay alive in his arm's, then looks at Ivar. 

Ivar "You can't do a thing? You can't heal her, like we all promised her!?"

Healer "I can heal her wounds but the medical will have to treat the infection. Even with medication, it will take her body a fairly long time to heal. I have not seen a woman so severely beaten before...if I may ask, who did this to her?"

Hvitserk "King Harald and her father."

Healer "My gods," he places his hand over your body, seeing everything that he has to do, "take her to her chambers, I will heal her wounds there." Hvitserk rushes to your chamber's and places you on the bed. 

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Hvitserk and Ivar go into the throne hall where they hold group meetings, to inform the people of their Queen's state. 

Ivar "I know that many of you saw your Queen coming in here. I am sure that many of you are wondering what happened to her, why she is so severely beaten. You see, one of our strongest allies, King Harald Finnair, took her while we all slept five day's ago. He took her to Wessex, her own kingdom where her father rules, and raped...and tortured her to this current state." Hvitserk watched from afar and listened to his brother, your husband, talk about everything that happened to you. All he can worry about is you not waking up. He knows that if you do not awake, he will lose you and his unborn daughter. You barely have a baby bump and this all happened to you. His heart aches in his chest for you and his daughter. After seeing the Healer's face after asking about her, he knew that it was a slim chance that she would pull through. But still, he keeps his head high and prays for the best outcome possible. Against all the odds, that he would get both of you back.

Ivar "We have her back and that is all that matters. We found her in time and she is alive but is very weak. All I ask, is for all of your prayers and good thoughts for my wife. Her and my child need all of us right now. I have my own fears, as many of you all do as well. But we can not focus our time and thoughts on those fears."

"Will she live?" A woman asked. 

Ubbe "We do not know right now. The Healer is with her as we speak, amongst many of the medical maiden's to try and get her to awake. But we can't know for sure."

"Why would he do this to her?" A man asked.

Ivar "He knew how much she means to me. He knew of her dragon's, and wanted them for himself. So he took measures to ensure that he would get them. To his dissatisfaction, he did not get them."

"Where is he now?" The same man asked.

Hvitserk "Burned to ashes. Now, go back to your duties." Everyone paused for a moment, then did as they were told. Hvitserk looks at his brother's. 

Hvitserk "We can't know for sure, Ubbe?"

Ubbe "We don't know if she will make it, Hvitserk. I was not going to lie to our people!" Hvitserk attempts to hit him but Ubbe dodges, only to pull his brother into an embrace. 

Ubbe "Stop...stop." he tries to get out of the hug, but Ubbe does not let him go. Hvitserk began to cry. The anger turned to dispar and disbelief. 

Hvitserk "She has to wake up...she has to." Ivar walks over to his sobbing brother and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Ivar "She will. She is strong. She has endured many battles, she will win this one. Okay brother?" Hvitserk nods.

Hvitserk "Will you come see her with me? I don't want to see her alone."

Ivar "Of course, let's go. Ubbe, you are in control until further notice." 

Ubbe "Alright. Let me know how she is, yes?" Ivar agrees and walks away.

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When they walk into the chamber's, they see you still unconscious. Your bruising and cuts are healed. Only scars remain from your deep cuts. It is a visual relief, but the fear is still fresh in their minds. The Healer looks up at his king and smiles.

Ivar "What, why are you smiling?"

Healer "Her fever has come down immensely."

Hvitserk "And what does that mean exactly?"

Healer "She should awake very soon, Hvitserk." 

Ivar "Are you certain?"

Healer "Ah yes. I can see her eye's opening when I touch her. She should make a healthy recovery." Ivar forces a smile, but he is still having those waves of uncertainty. 

Hvitserk "What of the child? You said that she will not make it through the night. Is that still the case?" The Healer places his hand over your belly and silences himself and the maiden's in the room. He closes his eyes, waiting to see visions of the near future. Once his eyes open, he looks at Ivar. 

Healer "She is alive," Ivar sighs from holding his breath, "with the antibiotics in Y/n's system, Y/n has a better fighting chance, therefore, so does the child."

Hvitserk "So she and the baby are going to live?"

Healer "My vision's never fail me, Hvitserk. They never lie. I can see Y/n waking later today and her having the baby in the near future. So yes, Hvitserk, she and the baby are going to live." Hvitserk puts his head in his palms in a state of relief. Ivar starts to cry tears of joy and relief. The Healer and the maiden's have been in here tending to you for over two hours. The wait has been agonizing. So to hear him say that you and the child will live, is the best news that they could have ever received. They prepared themselves mentally for the worst, but prayed for the best. And their prayers were answered.

Healer "I was worried, as you both were of course, but once I healed her wounds...it is as if her body shifted into fight mode and she started to heal herself." 

Ivar "That's our girl." Hvitserk laughs and nods in agreement. 

Maiden's "She will be fairly sore. Even after healing her wounds, her body is still going to feel like they're there. So she will need to take it easy, my king."

Ivar "She will. She won't have to lift a finger until she is more than ready. Thank you. All four of you, thank you. And thank you for healing my wife." He looked at the Healer directly.

Healer "I took away her wounds, Ivar. But she is healing herself." He said and then left the room. Hvitserk sniffs away his last tear and smiles, looking down at you. He moved a piece of hair that fell upon your eye and placed a kiss on your forehead. Ivar watches with a heart so full of love. Seeing his brother as in love with you as he is, makes him feel so happy. He loves Hvitserk, more than his other brother's. Bjron and Sigurd have passed but he used to have four brother's, now only two. Having Hvitserk and Ubbe rule by his side in good faith, is more than he could have ever asked for. Hvitserk and Ivar have grown close this past year for many reasons, but now more than ever, he really feels like his brother. He loves seeing him gush over you as he does. When you awake, things are going to be different. You are going to be safe. Safer than you once were. 

Hvitserk "You are right, Ivar. She is strong."

Ivar "I know that I am right. She is a fighter. So strong that she would have beaten Lagertha herself if she was given the chance." 

Hvitserk chuckles, "Yes. That would be a sight to see, that's for sure."

Ivar smiles, "You love her, don't you?"

Hvitserk "Is that even a question, brother? Yes, I do."

Ivar "I am glad to hear that. I am happy to see that you are in love again."

Hvitserk "I did not think that it was going to be possible, but here she is. A true blessing for all of us." 

Ivar smirks, "That is very true," he sighs, I can't wait to see her beautiful eyes again.."

Hvitserk "I know. I miss them. I miss her voice, and her smile. The way her face lights up when she sees either me or you."

Ivar "We are her everything, you know that yes?"

Hvitserk "I do, I know it very well. And she is ours."

Ivar "I will go and inform Ubbe of her state, you can stay with her. I'll be back later." Hvitserk nods and lays down beside you on the bed. 

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Ubbe and Torvi are sitting in yours and his throne. Not going to lie, it bothered Ivar. Seeing Torvi sit where you once did. Now Ubbe, he is allowed because he is his brother and will be king of Kattegat one day, but to see Torvi...infuriated him. 

Ivar "What are you doing in my wife's throne, huh?"

Torvi "I-I am sorry. I will move-"

Ivar "My wife is clinging to life and you have the nerve to sit where she sat?!"

Torvi "My apologies. I was not thinking clearly, Ivar. I am too very worried about her."

Ivar chuckles, "Oh is that so? Because you don't seem so worried to me, Torvi. You and Ubbe were just laughing moments ago."

Ubbe "I am trying to get our minds off of the situation, brother." 

Ivar takes a step back and realizes that maybe he has overreacted. His emotions have been all over the place since the day that you were taken. 

Ivar "S-sorry Torvi. I am just worried..I shouldn't have shouted."

Torvi "It is alright. I completely understand. Ubbe was the same way when we lost our Hali." Ubbe's head sinks to the floor and rests. 

Ivar "Ubbe, look at me," he lifts his brother head up, "Y/n will be okay. The Healer told us."

Ubbe "He did?"

Ivar "Yes. Her body, visibly, is perfect besides some scars. But she is still not awake. The maidens said that she will be very sore when she does."

Ubbe "Why, if she is healed?!"

Ivar "On the outside, she is healed. But not on the inside. She has to heal on the inside herself." Ubbe sighs, "But she is strong and she will heal soon enough. I am worried too, Ubbe. I fear that if I get my hopes up too high, I will get put down and something will happen and take a turn for the worst. So right now, things are looking good."

Ubbe "Well that is good. I will not stop praying until I see for myself that her eyes are open. Until then, I will worry."

Ivar "As will I, Ubbe. As will I."

…

Hvitserk plays with your hair and rests his head upon yours. He so wishes that you will awake like the Healer has informed them. He misses everything about you. You have been unconscious for most of the day. They rescued you in the morning hours. As soon as you got in the boat, you fell into unconsciousness, and that was around midday. He misses you saying his name, he misses literally everything about you. As if you were already gone. He decides to lift you in his arms, and take you to your dragon's. Maybe that will give you even more strength to make you wake up. When Ivar sees Hvitserk carrying you, at first he was confused, but then he looked out the window to where he was leading you, and saw Ryuu's wing and knew exactly what he was doing. 

Ubbe "What on earth is he doing?"

Ivar "He is taking her to her dragon's." He said with a smile on his face. 

When Ryuu, Eldr and Neith saw you in Hvitserk's arm's, their bodies went into a mode so strong. 

Hvitserk "Easy...easy…" Neith is the first to sniff your body. Her face is so large that one sniff of you, she takes in all of you. Once she pulls back, Ryuu is the next to check on you. He is the most aware and worried of the dragon's. His noises make that clear. He squeaks and growls, trying to get your attention. Hvitserk looks down at you, trying to see if any of this is working. When Ryuu nudges you with his snout, you push up against Hvitserk. Next he sees your fingers start to move on their own. 

Hvitserk "It is working. Eldr, c'mere boy!" Eldr does as he is commanded and checks on you. He nudges and brushes up against you. Neith and Ryuu make noises so loud that it hurts Hvitserk's ears. You start to stir in Hvitserk's arm's, so much so that he feels like it is working perfectly.

Hvitserk "..Y/n..baby can you hear me?" He starts to rock you in his arm's, trying to get you to awake completely. "Come back to me Y/n. Please baby, come back to me. Y/n...Y/n can you hear me?" Neith is so worried at this point that she blows out fire into the air, striking down a few birds. You start to move your arms, and then your fingers start to patter on his chest. 

Hvitserk "Open your eyes, baby. Come on...please, open your eyes.." he leans down and kisses your forehead. When he lifts his face back up, he sees your eyes slowly start to open. Hvitserk's breathing hitches and his eyes start to water. Your eyes flutter to open completely, so Ryuu takes it upon himself to nudge you again, making your eyes open fully. 

Hvitserk "Baby…"

"...hey Hvitserk.." you mumble and whisper.

Hvitserk "Oh.." he looks up at the sky and mouths 'thank you' to the gods, "hi my love." You look at him and smile. Your muscles contract and you use them to hold onto him. You look over and see your beautiful dragon's. 

"Hi my babies.." Neith is so ecstatic that she leaps off of the ground and does a flip in the air and then comes back to the ground. 

Hvitserk "Sweetheart.." you look up at him. "our daughter is okay." That is all that you needed to hear before breaking down into tears. He holds you and cries with you.

"Are you certain?"

Hvitserk "The Healer saw her, she is okay. You both will be okay."

"..I..I love you so much."

Hvitserk "I love you, baby. Always."

"Can I see if I can walk?"

Hvitserk hesitates but agrees. He places you down but holds onto your hips.

Hvitserk "...are you okay?"

Hvitserk "C'mere." You walk to him and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him gently. When he pulls back, he has more tears in his eyes.

"Yes..yes I'm okay!" Hvitserk let's go of you and let's you slowly walk towards him. "I'm sore but I'm good.." Seeing you walk for the first time, is a miracle to him. Especially after how he found you this morning, that was the worst sight ever imaginable.

Hvitserk "I thought that I would never be able to kiss you again." You wipe his tears away and smile.

"But you are. I'm not going anywhere."

Hvitserk "Please don't. I don't think I would be able to live without you."

"I wouldn't either. So let's stay together, yes?"

Hvitserk smiles "Yes." He leans down and kisses you again. He takes your hand in his own and starts to walk with you. 

"...Ivar!"

Hvitserk chuckles, "He will be more than happy to see you awake." You walk with Hvitserk hand in hand into the home. When Ivar looks up, he see's his wife not only awake, but walking.

You smile when his eyes catch your own, and his heart just about explodes in his ribcage. You are okay, you are alive. And in that moment, he felt like he just won the world. 

@hvitserkmarcosource @a-mess-of-fandoms @youbloodymadgenius @jzr201 @conaionaru @ivarzeitgeist @herestherealproblem @heavenly1927 @saldelys @readsalot73 @motherofkattegat @ivarsgoddess

[alicedopey]

In the Hands of the Gods

Genre: Romance, Angst

Pairing: Harald x Reader

Warnings: Pretty angsty, mention of miscarriage

Words: 2716

A/N: This was written for @honestsycrets ‘s birthday. I’m an awful person because I am nearly two months late but I had trouble writing this story and I’m not even sure of it so.... I hope you will like it nonetheless.

A fresh breeze was blowing on your face, sending a nice flowery scent your way and appeasing your inner turmoil.  Spring was coming. Spring and its festivals, its flowers, its awakening nature. Your heart should have been light but instead, it was as heavy as it could ever be.

For almost a year, you had been of Vestfolk, the wife of Harald Finehair. Everything had gone perfectly. Your old man (as you liked to call him) was the most thoughtful husband of all: caring, tender, romantic, fierce, sexy and selfless. As wild as he was on the battlefields, he proved himself to be considerate and soft with you.

Today was your birthday and Harald had organized an enormous celebration in your honor with music, games and a huge banquet. Your family was here, even some of the Ragnarssons were here… You felt even slightly embarrassed by all the fuss he was making around this but he had insisted and you had not wanted to deceive him. He was too good to be true…

Tears welled up in your eyes when you thought about all the things he had done for you…. and the nothing you had done for him.

“My love?” You swallowed your tears and turned towards your husband with a weak smile on your face.

Harald was standing in all his glory, wearing a luxurious burgundy tunic and one of his most charming smiles. He knelt down next to you on the damp grass and gave you some bread buttered with honey.

“The thralls saw you leaving this morning. I figured you might be hungry.”

That brought a big smile on your face. You could not do anything without him knowing about it. You were aware that even though he was overprotective, he was still afraid you could leave him behind…. just as all those women did before you. As if It could happen….

You bit in the piece of bread and let out a sigh of contentment. The honey was rich and had a comforting impact on your emotional state. So had the warm and callous hand of your husband rubbing your neck.

When you had finished your little snack, you lay your head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, humming his musky scent. Your heart clenched in your chest but you had to do it. For him.

“I think we should get a divorce.” There, you said it.

Harald tensed beside you. “Why would you…?”

“You perfectly know why.” You cut him off almost harshly.

“Y/N”. he cupped your cheek. “These things take time, my love.”

You leaned into his hand as a lonely tear rolled down your cheek. “We have been trying since we got married and the only time it took…” Another tear wetted your cheek and Harald kissed it away tenderly.

Oh, he knew… how could he forget the moment he came into his chamber and found you sobbing on your bed, blood dripping thickly between your legs ? The following days had been horrible for the two of you. Harald grieved in taking care of his people while you refused to leave your bed.

You knew. You finally knew why the Gods had not blessed you with children. You were the problem, you were the one who could not bear a child and your husband had the right to know such a joy. It ripped your heart in two to picture him with the child of someone else in his arms but you wanted him to be happy above everything else. Above your own happiness.

His mouth peppered your face with kisses. “Don’t you have faith in us?” He said against your lips.

Your forehead gently collided against his. “Harald, you need a legacy. You want a legacy.”

“I want you. I need you”. He cut you off with a kiss on the lips. Two. Three. You softly out your hand on his chest to stop him. Your eyes met.

“You need something else and you will regret it if you don’t get it. We will hate each other in the end and you perfectly know it. You need an heir, my king.”

He closed his eyes, defeated. You were right. He wanted an heir but he did not wish you to lose you over it. A life without children was hard to picture but a life without you was even harder.

“Take a second wife, then.” You offered as if you had read his mind.

He frowned and tilted his head on the side. “Would you bear it?”

You gulped and shrugged your shoulders. “I guess…”

Harald leaned backwards and looked at you doubtfully. “You would stand seeing me and another woman getting married, sleeping together, her being round with my baby, the two of us together with a child while you would be alone.”

Each word was a stab in your heart, like a knife piercing your flesh and toying with it. You could not bear it. Of course, you could not. You loved your husband too much for that. Nonetheless, seeing him happy would be enough for you and then, you would wait for the right moment to leave. Once he got his family, he would probably forget about you and a divorce would appear as a salvation.

Harald brusquely let go of you and stood up. “You are lying and you know it.”

You also stood up, letting out a tired sigh. You tried to get close to him but he stubbornly stepped back, refusing your touch. Your heart clenched in your chest. “At least, think about it.”

His shoulders sagged in defeat. “I’ll try... if you promise me to enjoy your birthday festivities.”

That you could do. “I will”. For him. One last time.

The festivities were huge and so much more that you had imagined. Harald had planned games, fights and other numerous activities. The most exquisite food had been cooked, mead was flowing and only laughter could be heard. It was impossible not to enjoy it and laugh along with them.

Your husband remained near you most of the time, silently stroking your cheek or taking your hand to put a soft kiss on your knuckles. These tender gestures always sent butterflies in your stomach but right now, they were also tearing you apart. You would miss him so much.

Your mother took place next to you just as Harald was having a heated conversation with one of his earls.

“Your Harald knows how to honor his wife. Even your father never arranger such a thing for me.” She smiled fondly. “We took the right decision when we let him marry you.”

How could they had refused, really? Your father was one of Harald’s earls, there was no way he could have denied him everything. He let them have the final word though, just as he let you choose. But the choice was easy for you. You were just as enamored as he was. Even more. You parents had shown some reluctance first since Harald was a little bit too old for you but you would become Queen and you loved him. They caved eventually.

The sight of your pregnant sister broke your train of thoughts. She was entertaining her two older children with her husband. Green envy ran through your veins... Your mother followed your eyes.

“These things take time, Y/N.” Your mother’s voice echoed Harald’s words from earlier.

You closed your eyes. “What if it never comes, mother?”

“Do you know that it took years for your father and I to have your sister? Then you all came along instantly.”

Surprised, you looked at her with narrowed eyes. It was really difficult to believe a mother of seven had trouble getting pregnant.

“I can assure you it is true.” She added, sensing you were doubting her words. “You just need faith”.

You groaned. She was using Harald’s words again. “Faith in what?”

“In yourself, In him. In your couple. I believe this might be a test from the Gods. You must show them your couple can go through this.”

Maybe you could, it was worth a try. Your couple was worth a try. Your mother squeezed your hand in comfort and went in search of your father. Frowning, you realized you should start searching for your own husband since he was nowhere in sight.

You stood up from your throne, you walked through the excited crowd, doing your best to avoid the inebriated people while scanning the room with your eyes in order to find your old man.

You wish you had not. Your King was happily chatting with one of his earls’ daughter. She had her hand on his arm, throwing her head back to laugh and exposing her sweet neck and cleavage to your husband’s eyes. Eyes which admired her soft skin.

You bit back the tears threating to leak from your eyes. You were the one who suggested it so you could not blame him after all. You turned back on your heels and walked back to your seat. You calmly took place on your throne, head held up high, a formal smile on your face.

It lasted all night. They talked, laughed and touched each other all night long. Your husband was openly flirting with another woman instead of celebrating your birthday with you. But you did not fall apart, your smile did not waver until all the guests had left the Great Hall. When Harald was left to talk with two of the Ragnarssons, you took your chance and peacefully walked out of the room.

As soon as you were outside, the tears started flowing, obscuring your view. You stumbled blindly in the empty streets until you reached your favorite hill. Once you had found your spot, you heavily fell down on the grass. Your heart was hammering wildly in your chest and you felt like throwing up.

You tried to calm yourself, inhaling and exhaling deeply to control your erratic breathing. It was something you had to get used to if he chose to take her – or someone else as a second wife. Harder said than done, though. Flashbacks of Harald and this girl were invading your brain… and it hurt. A lot. He would be happy….

You would do anything for him to be happy, even if it meant suffering and loneliness. Yes, you could that. For him.

Your tears had ceased, your breathing was back to normal, you were ready to face your husband and his choice. For him.

“I knew I would find you here.”

The deep voice of your husband warmed your breaking heart. “I find it quite peaceful.”

He came closer and bent over, grazing your cheeks with the tips of his fingers. “You did not like the festivities?”

“I loved everything. It was a wonderful day. Thank you.” You answered softly, leaning into his touch. You were amazed by the fact that your voice did not betray you for one second.

“I don’t want a divorce.” A shaky breath escaped your lips and you closed your eyes. When you opened them again, you noticed your husband had knelt down beside you. His deep gentle blue eyes were watching you. For him.

“I suppose you found Knut’s daughter very charming”.

“You saw us?” You simply nodded. You suddenly felt too vulnerable to speak.

“How did you feel?” You frowned at his words.

“I don’t understand….”

“What did it make you feel when you saw us laughing, talking, me watching her….?”

Why was he saying this? It felt really out of character? Unless…

“Did you plan this?”

Harald smiled. He SMILED. “You always told me I was good at pretending. Why not use it to my advantage?”

You could not stop your hand and only realized what you had done when you notice your hand prints on your husband’s cheek. You abruptly stood up.

“Why on Earth would you plan something like that?” Sadness had deserted your heart to be replaced by anger. He really thought this was a game… or a test maybe?

Harald smiled again and that made your skin crawl. “You claimed this morning you had no problem with me getting a second wife. I just wanted to prove you were lying.”

“Congratulations.” You clapped your hands in front of his face. “Thanks to you, we know which option to choose now. Let’s get a divorce.”

You furiously turned around to go back to your chamber, ready to cry your eyes out during the night. A tug on your heavy skirt stopped you in your tracks and your felt yourself being pulled against the firm chest of your Viking husband. You tried to free yourself instantly but his grip tightened around your waist.

“Y/N... stop!” You refused to listen to him and kept fidgeting in his arms. “Don’t you get why I did this?”

No, you did not. He was acting as if he was making fun of your situation. How dare he! You desperately tried to escape his embrace, kicking your legs in the air. Harald almost lost his balance and forced you to sit back down on the grass with him.

“Y/N, I love you.” He whispered against your cheek. “I wanted to show you how hard it would be for you to be without me… just as much as it would be for me to be without you. I don’t care about children. I. Want. You.” He punctuated each word with a kiss on your neck that made you tear up.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it later.” Tears were rolling down your cheeks again. “When you look at my sister, don’t you wish it was me carrying a…” Your last word got lost in a sob and you finally let yourself being comforted by your husband. You buried your head in his neck. His strong arms embraced your body and he gently rocked back and forth as several whimpers of despair escaped your mouth.

You did not know how much time it took but your sobs finally subsided. You raised your head from your husband’s neck and Harald tilted your chin up. His calloused fingers traced the lines of your face in the softest of touches.

“I tried to find love and I failed numerous times. Then, I decided to let my fate in the hands of the Gods. If I was worthy of it, they would find me a woman who would love me unconditionally as much as I would love her. And they brought you to me.”

You knew this story by heart. He had told it so many times… you tried to open your mouth but he would not hear any of it and ordered you to stay silent with one look.

“I would not trade you for anything... even for a legacy. I’d be happy as long as you live and reign next to me. I do not wish to talk about a divorce or this second wife nonsense anymore.” His eyes reflected a sudden sadness. “Unless I’m not enough for you.”

You grabbed his fingers on your cheek and kissed them, your eyes filled with tears.

“Of course, you are enough. More than enough.”

A smile stretched his lips. “Then, do we agree?”

You nodded fervently and smoother your lips over his, sealing your deal.

“Happy birthday, my love.” Harald murmured against your lips before taking them in a sweet and tender kiss.

He was right. You would be happy as long as he was next to you. The two of you would laugh, love, scream or cry but you would do it together… with or without a child. You were seeing his point now. You were understanding your mother’s words now. You had faith; faith in yourself, faith in your husband, faith in your couple, faith in the Gods. You would let your fate in their hands as your husband had done before. They would decide if a child would bring joy into your home or not, and you would be fine with their decision.

Looking at Harald’s beautiful face in the moonlight, you realized that he was the only one you truly needed in your life. He was enough for you. You were enough for him. Your love was enough, more than enough.

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[honestsycrets]

Locked In II: Your New Beginning

↳ prison au

Author’s Notes | heed warnings

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 3993 

❛ genre | angst & smut

❛ summary | hvitserk is excited to bring his newest toy to their hideaway. hope it lasts.

❛ warnings | violence, dub/non-con, angst, convict!hvitty, exhibitionism, mention of breeding rings, drug use, criminal behaviour, kidnapping, abo dynamics, humiliation, masochism, guilt tripping etc.

The bite must have hurt.

On the after thought of the escape, Rollo tends to wiping his wet fingers over his chest and jerks off his button-up shirt from his chest, flinging it on the floorboard of Ragnar’s car. As his father pulls off, you realize that around the main entrance there an influx of police filter in. None of them realize that such a threat has escaped, nor that medical staff lay in the medical wing deceased.

“Your plaything is a cobra.” Harald says, victim to an onslaught of your sneakers shoving against him his torso while he changes into a t-shirt. Hvitserk too changes quickly, unable to help the disgust that runs through his skin from wearing a uniform of a what might as well have been a dirty fucking cop.

“You’re telling me.” Rollo responds from the front seat.

Hvitserk laughs, “Yeah but she smells amazing and I need a fucking hole that don’t feel like STD Russian Roulette. You got my lollipops, uncle?”

Rollo tosses a bag of brilliant red lollipops over his shoulder, landing in your lap. “Let’s hurry up and change out the license plates.” He reaches around you to grab his lollipop, unraveling it from its wrapping and popping it into his mouth with a long, pleased groan.

You shift uncomfortably on top of him-- unsure which to wiggle close to. Did you wiggle closer to the insane Ragnarsson you briefly knew or this strange, older man with tattoos reflecting a lifelong world of crime on his face? Either he was an idiot-- or he just didn’t care who knew who he was.

So instead you make the mistake of scooting back over Hvitserk’s lap where he kept you. He can’t help his long, jagged moan behind his lollipop, loosening the tie in your hair and turning his nose in your silky hair.

“You already trying to scent me?” He laughs. “Fuck you smell good as fuck.” Hvitserk’s hand slides from the lollipops in your lap to the stringy bow ties of your pants, tugging them loose. Rollo hands Harald something in a warm cup. At first you think, booze. Not the case. The car is filled with a nutty smell of coffee beans.

“I’m no, I’m not!” You all but shout as his large, slender fingers slide over your dry folds. He’d have to try a hell of a lot more than that to make you bend!

“We got shit to do, Hvit.” Harald rumbles beside him.

“Not for a good ten minutes.” Hvitserk shrugs, making nothing out of the fact that he’s petting you right in front of the other men. Harald seems more concerned with nursing his headache and coffee-- but you know those blue eyes linger upon you as much as Rollo’s were. Even this strange ‘Dad’ snuck a look in the mirror above at least once.

“Let’s see that pretty pussy.” Hvitserk ignores your complaints, looking to Harald for assistance. He provides Hvitserk with a knife-- and the older man looks to you to stop wiggling with a hard raise of his forehead. Bunches of wrinkles strain his forehead. The hard side of this new knife prods the crotch of your scrubs causes you to jump, outright sobbing this time.

“Please don’t…” You sob inhale a breath, full of the thick odor of three potent Alphas. Fear soars up your veins, sending shockwaves of hard palpitations when Hvitserk affectionately sliced through the fabric. He chuckles, soft and conceited.

“Keep still.” His voice deepens, ordering you to do as he willed. The knife slits a long line from ass all the way up to the waistband, stopping a inch or two short. Perfect, he thinks. He flicks the blade to the side, smoothing over your pussy that slowly-- but oh, oh so surely, becomes wet for him. In a test, he dug his digits in between your slick.

“Please don’t…! “ You sob, losing yourself when his digits come back out connected by a long string of thick lubricant. He slips the fingers into your mouth to shut you up, flicking you in the cheek when you bite down on his fingertips. In place of his wiggle fingers, you feel the hard stickiness of something all too man made.

“Knock it off.” His father says from the front seat, glancing over his shoulder to his son. His knuckles twist the candy he was once eating with a spin, glancing up with trifling green eyes to him.

“Leave it to you to not let me play.” He pouts, spinning the lollipop once, then twice before pulling it out again. You flinch when he brings the soiled candy back up to his lips, knocking the candy around his full cheeks contently. “We almost at the stop?”

“We’re here.” He throws the car into park. Hvitserk shoves you off of his lap towards Harald-- who looks down upon you with a small, smug smile. The doors to the car open and thrash closed once again. Two of the men have left. Did you make the wrong choice? You fear asking anyone anything, flailing to sit back up on your ass. There was a good reason for your fears too…

“Do I… get to go home?” You ask. At the wheel, the man has his short and thick fingers at his lip. He glances to the rearview mirror where Hvitserk is, flicking his stick in another direction as he replaces the plates on the car with the help of Rollo.

“You’re an omega.” Harald says beside you. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

It couldn’t have been worse. You bury your hands into your face with an outright sob when Hvitserk comes back into the car, it’s with his lit cigarette and a cheesy smile, flicking the plates onto the ground.

“Hey.” He takes another long drag of the cigarette, nudging you. When you don’t respond, he pokes you with the hot end of his cigarette. The sear is immediate, raising the hairs of your arm that haven’t been singed by your new, raw wound. Ragnar starts the car for their new hide away.

“Sup, princess?”

Oh god, help you.

You should have been looking out the window.

In the stress of your seizure, you had lost it. No longer were you awake looking at the many trees whizzing by. Not until the blackness you were shaken out of your empty, black dreams.

“We’re here.” The voice, deep ease you awake. It took a few moments to snap awake-- and when you did, it was by the crack and squeak of old wood under feet. The Ragnarsson Hvitserk had you yet still in his tattooed arms. Moments later, he creeps into another room. You know that the entire house was peculiar. It’s aged walls peel with a dull yellowing wallpaper, sure. There is also thin, dusty curtains that would scarcely hide any sun.

“You smell better by the minute.” Hvitserk turns the corner, kicking open a cramped bathroom. It elongates just so to fit a bath, a toilet and sink all in the room. It could have been nauseatingly small all on its own. Hvitserk sets you down on the edge of the bath, grabbing a plastic pack from underneath the sink.

They must have owned this house.

“But, there’s some modifications I could live with.” Hvitserk shrugs, turning one green eye to you. He flicks his fingers at you to get into the bath. It’s… stained. You fear with more than just day to day grime. He stops what he’s doing to throw you an almost irritated look.

“Think I’m gonna shoot you? You have a pussy, don’t worry.” Hvitserk laughs. “You’re safe.”

That was consoling. Still you do as he pleases and strip off the grimey-- ruined scrubs, setting them just outside of the bath with your bra and panties. It was almost neat. Hvitserk swipes them up, tossing the into a large trash bag.

“Trust me, where you’re going, you won’t need them.” He says.

“Where I’m going?” You respond with thick concern. Hvitserk sits upon the toilet, flicking the handle of the bath. Scalding hot water fills the bath causing you to flinch back, folding your feet against your breasts to hide your body fro him. He tilts his head, gazing to your folds that are unprotected from his gluttonous eyes.

“Yeeaaah, shouldn’t’ve worn tight clothes to work. Why would you do that working with a bunch of alphas?”

Now this was your fault? You huff heatedly.

“C’mon, tell me. You like the attention, don’t you?”

You admit to nothing-- even if you did! It wasn’t for the attention of a bunch of pussy starved inmates. It was for the hope of what all the other women wanted. Male or female or somewhere in between, most to everyone wanted a special somebody.

“But don’t worry.” He laughs, flicking out a razor to hand to you. “We’ll take care of you. Now shave it pretty for me.”

It’s all cryptid. Hvitserk then turns to an carribean blue ice chest sitting upon the floor. He plucks it up by the grey strap, pulling out a glass vial. Your stomach clenches hard upon an empty stomach, feeling the anxiety bubbling with every sweep of your blade over your smooth skin. Hvitserk pops the cap off, plunging it into the white permeable membrane of the vile.

“What is that?” You shudder, shaking now.

“A suppressant, if you can call it that. Has a poison to destroy those stupid receptors you omegas got. Arm.” Hvitserk sweeps his eyes over you, drawing on the orange plunger to pull the strangely clear liquid out. You’ve heard of those very suppressants-- a pricey drug not cleared by the Omega Drug Association.

“No.” You wiggle through the hot, burning water to keep your distance. If he came close, you could always use the razor! A deep sigh bounces off his lips, flipping up his t-shirt to pull out the handgun that was tucked in the rim of his joggers. He turns the gun on you next, crouching down beside you.

“Don’t fuck with me.” You drop what you were doing enough to give him your arm. He smiles, winding the black tie he uses for his hair around your upper arm. He eases the needle in without falter and so you know he’s definitely experienced in such things.

“See babe.” Hvitserk laughs, pulling out the plug to the water before drawing another bath. “It’s not so bad if you just listen, right?”

Your heart was telling you that you knew far better than that.

The light streaming in from dust littered, sheer buttercup curtains should have woken you up that morning. After an arrival like that you should have been knocked out upon the thin, craggy stained mattress pad. Instead you sprawl over the stained covering with a bursting heat within your tingling inner walls of your pulsing cunt. Yet you couldn’t touch it, tied like a dog and told to sleep it off. The drugs coursing through your system were filtering out. You curse yourself at that very moment for not taking suppressants. Despite the pulse of your cunt, you know what will happen.

He should scare you.

They all should scare you.

Yet the demon that brewed in these alphas were unlike the ones in normal alpha males. They were disposed to be what they were: greedy, lusty, gluttonous. Oh, a great many things. The difference between these convicts and normal men was the ability to keep the demon inside of them at bay. In days of your heat, you were just the same; spilling needy little cries of an omega through the house until the alphas were at war among one another.

“She can’t go on like this.”

The alphas had been awake for a great few hours. His chest stung as he flexed, bloody with pink at the edge of the black wings of Hvitserk’s tattoo. Hvitserk had been in a fight with Rollo as the hours raged on. They sat arranging their flight out of Denmark into sweet, innocent little Sweden. Or at least, that was the original intention before your scent trickled down to where the other alphas were bickering that Hvitserk wasn’t tending to you carefully enough.

“She’ll be fine, uncle.” Hvitserk chides, thrusting his towel over his shoulder and lazily walking over to drop a plate in front of his father. Ragnar’s trademark braid was done away with in favour of a short crop on the top of his head.

“You have… intention to breed her?” Ragnar twiddles a bit of floppy, chewy bacon. Hvitserk listens to your soft sobs above-- slipping into the ragged, natural desires of the flesh.

“Of course I do. She’s an omega! When her heat soars, she will be screaming for release.” Hvitserk says. “Then you can take her for your ring.”

That was no sort of life and all four of them damn well knew it. The highest bidder would lay down their coin for a night with the most delicious of dolls. Each slamming their fat palms down on their red buttons, thrusting up cards to dib coin upon their fixations. The winner walked away with the toy. Then the same would happen… night after night until Ragnar thought them fit to be given to Rollo. From Rollo-- there was no coming back.

“But she’s educated.” Harald says gruffly. “Can’t we use her for better means?”

Ah Harald, always making half-baked plans. Hvitserk turns to set his plate of crunchy bacon and medium done eggs before him.

“No.” Hvitserk snears. “Don’t be stupid.”

“You’ve been around Ivar for too long.”

“I was stationed with him.”

Ragnar’s hand hovers lazily by his lips. His blue eyes flicker down to his plate, then back up again to look at the stairs just behind the meager two floor home. They had to airlift out of this hellhole as soon as your heat settled. Ragnar slips out of his chair as son and uncle bicker tirelessly together. Before either notice, up Ragnar goes up the stairs.

Each step brings him closer to the princess’s den so to speak. He can already tell that your soft mewls of desperation are stringing out longer and longer. Ragnar knocks the door open with a rippling creek that swells down the steps. It creaks apart. The yellow wallpaper on the walls matches the drab brown wood coming half way up the wall, dull. Your eyes lock onto him through the wildness of your hair. A thin rim of colour surrounds the deep black of your eyes.

Ragnar does not find this something new or unique. He’s seen that very eye in a willowy, alpha female-- his wife, before she attacked and bred him for his seed once upon a time. Ragnars’ lips twitch and so he moves closer.

“(Y/N), that is your name?”

“Fuh… fuck you.” Comes the hiss. Ragnar closes his eyes, motioning his head downwards tiredly. He’s surely heard this one before and yet he carries on, moving closer. Like an animal she sits there, rubbing her legs together and massaging herself through heated frustration.

“You’ll have the chance.” Ragnar hums, reaching forward to moved your hair from the messy manner it was displayed. He could feel your heat burning through his skin, attempting to get under his own, to implore him to breed.

“What do you… mean?” You make out between deep, harsh breaths. Your thighs press tightly together. Despite the heat between your legs, you can rub them together for some friction. But it’s not enough… it’s never enough. Ragnar’s eyes course over your freshly shaved mound up to your breasts before relenting his gaze.

Then he makes a face of indecipherable emotion. It’s short lived-- because shortly after, Hvitserk resurfaces through the door. Ragnar slides back up and within a brief few steps, disappeared back from the way he came. The scents mingling overpower any humanistic qualities you may have had previously.

“Guess omegas are kinda indiscriminate, right?” Hvitserk muses, rolling you onto your back. His touch sends a shock wave of tingles through your walls. Damn your body. Damn whatever he gave you too. Hvitserk senses the hitch in your breath and it brings a stupid smile to his lips, palming your breasts while you squirm. “As long as it can pop a knot, right?”

No, you want to say, it wasn’t write. Yet as your walls moisten and your cunt burns with a hot, eager need you know that he is right. In this state you would give it up for anything-- convict, or no convict.

“You ask stupid questions.” You huff out, moaning outright when he pinches both nipples between his fingers. Instead of the fear he was so damn sure you would exhibit, you writhe under his fingertips.

“You like it?” His tone shames. He twists again-- and pleasantly your legs kick out, betraying your mind screaming everything that Dagny committed to your knowledge. Hvitserk Ragnarsson was a murderer. A breeder. The last alpha male that crossed him had shown up to your clinic with great tears to his jaw up to his cheekbones. Fibrous strands of connective tissue attempted to string his cheek and jaw back together, a testament to the quick wound healing of an alpha.

“Of course you like it. I bet you're into all types of kinky things, aren’t you? Don’t you got someone special at home?” Hvitserk rustles within his own pants, drawing his cock out into the cold air. Your curious eyes can’t help but sneak a glance. He’s of what you think might a comfortable size. Or at least it would have been if not for those barbells along his shaft.

“Just shut up.” You answer between painful huffs; even if you did, it wasn’t like you would tell an insane alpha male that. Men like him were regularly euthanized. Who would tell him anything? Your eyes keep attended to his cock in his small strokes along the shaft. It only serves to build his huge ego-- and it’s nothing that you would admit to freely. Hvitserk slips onto the soiled mattress before you, taking your hand in his gloved one to force you to look at him.

“No? Then let me guess.” Hvitserk chuckles, fisting the root of his cock to lead the tip to your unprotected pussy. He shoves himself forward unceremoniously, forcing you to roll from your side onto your back.

“You’re one of those li’l sluts that binges xvideo porn all day and daydreams all about a certain little someone, right?” He chides, pinning your shoulders down. A long groan escapes his lips, hissing. “Fuck, no one been in this pussy for a while.”

Oh you hate him. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him!

“Those are the kinda pussy princesses I love, ya know?” He slurs, moving his hands down your back to your waist. He pins you there, enjoying the bounce of your ass against his hips with every bouncing thrust. The balls of his piercings pop into your hole, gliding in cool. They’re quickly warmed by your juices coating down his cock.

“The ones that just can’t get enough. Just like me.”

“I’m not like you!” You hiss and despite his dick just smoothing over the right bundle of nerves, you fight him tooth and nail through the long, bruising thrusts that relieve your swollen need. He’s so thick-- and when he fills you, it’s as if you could never be more full.

“Aw that’s cute pretty baby.” He leans in above you, placing his palms down flatly against your head. You glare at the black lines on his right forearm, wanting nothing to do with him. But in the end of it all, you knew he was right. “But it ain’t true. Omegas are meant to be bred like this. This is what you were always meant to do.”

His balls slap against your ass-- hard, then harder when your hips defy you. You lean into his thrusts, taking them like only an omega could. Hvitserk’s lips churn into a wide, bright smile. The more he warmed you in your heat, the more attention you craved. And Hvitserk-- was far too gladdened to give you everything you craved. As a true alpha, It wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t gasping for it first. And so you were, oozing your excitement over his dick before he even came! Hvitserk gives you a long, deep stroke of his cock to fill you properly. Your vaginal walls respond by squeezing him perfectly, milking him while he strains to hold himself out above your with a few forced pants.

“Nnn- nooo.” You sob, this wasn’t it-- this wasn’t… wasn’t you. And yet all the same, yesss.

At the end of your week long heat, your legs were wiggly like the jello and thin, light foods that Hvitserk had been feeding you so often. Never again did you want to see breads, brothy soups and crackers that made it so easy for Hvitserk to breed you and breed you all week. You felt the heat subsiding little by little through your cunt until finally, it was little more than daily annoyance of breeding and sex.

Hvitserk woke up before you that day, preparing everything that had previously been used in the house for the fireplace. Your wrists were bound when he finally came back to gather you onto two feet with a short, white flowing dress.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask-- stupidly so.

Hvitserk keeps his head level, hair smoothed out into a neat bun on the top of his head. He takes a drag of his cigarette, losing the smoke in your face yet again. You were getting used to his asinine actions over the week that you knew this Ragnarsson.

“You’re flying back with Dad.” He answers.

“Back… home?”

Hvitserk stops around the area where a jeweled pair of flip flops are. Whoever picked these pretty things-- it definitely wasn’t any of the four idiots you came to know over the week. Though Rollo did have a soft spot for prettty things, so maybe it could be him.

“You’re not going home.” Hvitserk explains. Ragnar comes to stop beside him, and so suddenly, the dread pits in your stomach. “You’re going to his breeding rings.”

Breeding rings?

“You’re not serious.” You state the question as a blank statement. Ragnar grasps your upper arms, tugging you away from the only man that you knew up to this point to stand closely against his toned chest. The young man stuffs his hands into his pocket.

He’s deadly serious.

“You can’t do this to me!” Your voice cracks at the end of the statement, beginning to panic as to what exactly a breeding ring might be. It was a running joke that Omegas were only good for breeding rings but like any things, you never gave it any credence until now. Almost like a lead weight you drop in Ragnar’s grip, refusing to go anywhere. Much less tot the sight where you would be airlifted in a separate direction with the Sigurdssons Ragnar and Rollo.

“No, no I’m not going!”

Instead of giving your fit any weight, uncle Rollo coes to the other side of you. He lifts you up onto two feet. Hvitserk lifts his hand and like magic, Rollo pauses.

“C’mon princess. Don’t make this painful. I like you, but I don’t like you like you. Besides, you’ll be nice and cared for by my brother Ubbe. Don’t that sound nice?”

It didn’t sound nice, it didn’t sound nice at all!

“It sounds awful!” You shrill out, jerking in the two brothers’ arms. At long last, Hvitserk digs his hands into his pocket. You shrill all the way to your next mode of transport until Hvitserk is nothing but a small speck. He shakes his head, rejoining Harald, still in his thoughts.

“You’ll thank me later.” He chuckles. “When you can’t get enough.”

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[akamaiden]

Give Me Love

A/N: I must confess that I love receiving this request and I loved even more writing it! Halfdan deserves some love too! 🖤 Do you know those years that Ragnar simply disappeared and we still don't know what he did meanwhile? Well, I thought about something.

Gif belongs to: @sikanapanele

Requested by anonymous: Could i request an imagine from Vikings? Ragnar's ex wife and queen of Sweden(the reader) meets and falls in love with Halfdan but she makes him work for her trust, since she has kids

Pairing: Halfdan the Black x Queen!Reader.

Warnings: Harald is a vicious snake and impresses no one. Angst (shout out to the mothers, this may be triggering) and fluff.

Words: 2,005.

You were getting tired to hear Harald's endless speech. It was leaving you nauseous. You just want him to go away of your kingdom. But there was him, talking non stop, defending the idea of the other viking realms to join him in this stupid idea of getting vengeance upon Ivar.

You waited patiently for him to stop talking and when he did you took a deep breath before talking.

“Let me see if I understand you, Harald,” you said and watched with amusement a clearly irritation wave passing on his bright blue eyes. You didn't call him by his title. And considering that he worked really hard to get that horrible crown on his head, he wanted everyone talking to him using the word King, like if it was part of his name.

“You came into my kingdom, I offer you the best stay as possible, for you to dare to propose me such a thing?” you continued drinking mead from your golden cup.

“Yes, I know that must be hard for you considering that you were his father's…” a wicked grin appeared on his lips as he watched you intensely.

“Wife. Yes, I was Ragnar’s third and last wife. Do you have problems with this?” you asked holding your cup tighter, just like you wanted to do with Harald's throat.

“No but-”

“That’s what I thought. So Harald, I already made up my mind,” you said.

“Then tell me, Queen Y/N,” he said emphasizing the word queen.

“I’d gladly lead my man to support such a noble man like you, Harald Finehair,” you said trying hard not to laugh at your own words. “However, I wouldn't be able to harm any Ragnarsson. I owe this to their father, I won't betray my husband after his death. I know he's watching me from Valhalla and I'm sure that my decision brings a smile to his face. And this is my final decision and I won't reconsider it,” you said firmly.

How dared him? Come to your kingdom, abuse your hospitality, to ask such a shameless and filthy thing.

You knew that this may implied that he would seek vengeance upon you as well, but honestly, you couldn't care less. If that ever happened, you'd gladly leader your men to defend Sweden.

“I knew it, I fuck-” he interrupted his own words.

You stood up from your throne and slowly made your way towards him. Once you were face to face to him, you said, “Choose your words wisely, Harald.” The threat, clear as water, in your tone.

“I’m sorry, Queen Y/N. Even so I'd like to thank you for your hospitality. I'll leave your kingdom tomorrow morning,” he said. Harald knew better than to wake up your fury.

“No need to hurry, take all the time you need for your departure. Now if you excuse me,” you said and he left you alone.

“Finally,” you said to yourself and took your crown off.

You headed to your room and left your crown there. Beautiful or not, you just wore it when it was needed.

You went to your children's room but they, or even the women that take care of them, weren't there.

“Dora, where are my children? By the time they were supposed to be sleeping,” you said trying to stay calm.

Your mind pictured your boys under Harald's evil hands. But you relaxed a little knowing that he couldn't make this that fast.

“I don't know my Queen, I came to say to Hildr and Guðr that I'd put them to sleep but I found their room just like this, empty. I was waiting for you to finish the audience with King Harald to talk to you,” she said already trembling fearing your reaction.

“You should've interrupt us! My children are most important than everything, I hope you have this in mind from now on!” you said in a low and deadly tone.

“Yes, my Queen. I-i am sorry,” she said with tears forming in her eyes.

You didn't mean to hurt her, really. Dora was at your side from the very first moment you putted that stupid crown in your head, showing you a blind loyalty. She would do anything for you and your children. You'd apologize with her, but not now. Now you need to find your children.

“Kára, Sigrún I want all my shieldmaidens looking for my children at every place of Sweden, now!” you roared the last part desperate to find your sons.

You mounted a horse and went looking for them as well. You and your shieldmaidens looked at every place of your kingdom and yet no signs of your children.

You were so desperate, so scared, at this moment. You could already feel the tears threatening to fall off of your eyes. Your heart hammering in your chest in pure fear. Your sons. Beowulf and Reginleif. Your boy and girl.

Before you could notice you were yelling in pure fear, sadness and frustration. You would do anything to have them both in your arms again. Anything.

You begged to the Gods, for they guide them back to you safe and sound. It was all you wanted.

You were on the Great Hall, walking around the room non stop, you were so nervous that you stopped looking for them, because you were with your eyes swollen and clearly incapable of thinking coherently. But obviously you made sure to send all of your shieldmaidens to look up for them. Some men even offered themselves to help looking for them as well and you couldn't thank them enough.

It was late when the door of the Great Hall was opened and no one else than Halfdan came inside. He was carrying Reginleif in his arms and Beowulf was walking at his side excitedly while talking to him.

“Where did you took my children?” you roared at him.

“Mommy!” Beowulf said and hugged your legs.

You hugged him tightly and covered him with kisses.

“Give me my daughter, now!” you said between clenched teeth.

“Y/N, I can-”

“No you can't! Where did you took them? Where? I'll fucking kill you if one of them is bruised, are you listen to me?” you said interrupting Halfdan.

You took Reginleif in your arms and cried while inhaling her scent. She was just a baby, she was two years old.

You gave her to Dora and she guided her to the room she shared with her brother.

“Y/N, you need to listen to me!” Halfdan said.

“No! You have to listen to me! How dare you took my children away from me?” you said while you slammed him against the nearest wall.

Halfdan could be stronger and taller, but you were sure faster. You caught him off guard and he didn't even notice your moves before he was against the wall with a dagger pressed against his throat.

“Slow down, Y/N,” he said.

“Mommy, don't do this! Mommy!” Beowulf screamed to get your attention.

Once you were looking at him with the dagger pressed harder against Halfdan's throat, guaranteeing him to not make a move, you said, “What it's now, Beowulf?”

“It’s my fault, mommy. I'm sorry,” he said looking at the floor and playing with his clothes just like he did when he was ashamed.

“What it's your fault, babe? Tell mommy,” you encouraged him.

“I was missing father… I went running from Hildr and I ended up in the woods. I was lost mommy, I'm sorry,” he said.

You let your dagger fall from your hand and you ran towards him and knelt in front of him and took his body in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay, my heart. I'm here now,” you said caressing his blonde hair and kissing his cheeks.

“I miss him, mommy. I miss him so much,” he said between sobs.

“Shhh, don't cry. Your father is watching you from Valhalla, it's okay, it's everything okay,” you said.

Once he was calmer, he continued talking. “Reginleif followed me and we were lost and alone until Halfdan came. He defended us, mommy. There was a wolf and he wanted to eat us, but Halfdan didn't let him,”

You looked at Halfdan and he just nodded and you got lost on his dark brown eyes.

“Will you punish me, mommy?” Beowulf asked.

“I should, but I won't. I was so worried with you and your sister, I thought…” you said closing your eyes. You didn't even want to think about what could have happened to your children if Halfdan wasn't there.

“Now go to sleep, my heart. I have to talk to Halfdan now,” you said kissing Beowulf's forehead once again.

“Thank you, Halfdan,” Beowulf said and went hug Halfdan.

“It was nothing, little king. Now go and obey your mom,” he said.

Beowulf smiled and ran towards his room, leaving you alone with Halfdan.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay, you were worried. I understand that,” he said and caressed your cheeks lightly.

Since Harald and Halfdan came to Sweden, you found yourself really close to Halfdan. What started as you welcoming them, quickly turned into him falling for you. And you trying to deny and suppress your feelings for him. You felt like that could offend Ragnar somehow. And obviously there was the fear. What if you loved him and ended up losing him? Just like what happened to Ragnar? No, you couldn't take another strike from that force ever again.

But now, you were standing in the front of Halfdan the Black, feared warrior and savior of your children. And you owed him your own life.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, I-i war so scared, so worried,” you said hugging him.

Halfdan hugged you and kissed your hair. “I have already said, and I'll repeat. I'd give my life for you, if this means that you'll be safe. I'm just including your children in this vow,” he said.

You looked at him and found nothing but true in his eyes. He meant it. And you didn't doubt him.

You smiled to him and he simply felt his heart pounding in his chest, he guided his hands to the back of your neck and touched your lips with his own for the very first time.

And you felt your heart overflowing with passion and admiration. How were you trying to fool? He conquered your heart just being himself, respecting you, making you laugh, bringing flowers to you, and now, saving your children from a bloody death.

You kissed him like you meant it, you reached for his bottom lip and licked it slowly, asking for permission that he gladly gave it to you. Your tongues met and and danced around each other, tasting, exploring, lusting.

You broke the kiss when you felt your lungs screaming in protest, but even so his hands didn't leave your hips. You giggled against his lips.

“I was afraid,” you said looking at him.

He cupped your face with both hands and caressed your cheeks while saying, “I’m not like my brother. I don't seek for power, treasures or enemies. I was seeking for a lifemate, someone who I can trust with my eyes closed, someone that I'd give my own life to protect if it's needed. And I'm so happy to say that I found everything and more that I was looking for within you. I'm so happy that the Gods gifted me with you. I love you, Y/N,”

If it was literally any other person saying you such a thing, you'd laugh at his face, you'd know that he was lying. But Halfdan? All you saw in his eyes was true. He loved you. He truly did.

If he loved you, if he loved your children, how could that possibly offend Ragnar? He was probably feasting right now the fact that you were finally moving on, finally living your life.

“I love you, Halfdan,” you said.

You never said something being so sure.

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[jacksonroseroth]

Child Of Mine Prologue

Warnings: Little bit of angst with a sprinkle of Absolute fluff, be prepared

Words: 1,706

Inspired by the always inspiring and wonderful @ivaraddict based on her headcanon

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

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Aura stood over the fire as she prepared a meal for Ivar, who should have already returned by now. Now that they were back in Kattegat, Ivar was always out hunting and simply enjoying being home, though he took plenty of time to plan his strategy for when Lagertha and his brothers made a move against him, trying to take Kattegat back. Finally, she heard his voice as he rode back into town. Aura smiled and scooped the meat into a bowl and set it on the table at his place, then hurried the slaves around to fill his cup with ale and set the bread and cheese on the table. He had gone on a three-day hunt this time and Aura missed his presence and being at his side. The hall doors opened and Ivar walked in, gripping his crutch and talking and laughing with his men as they hauled in their catch. Aura turned and smiled, waiting for his eyes to fall on her. When they did, his eyes lit up as a sly smirk curled his lips. Seeing his queen ready and waiting for him made Ivar very happy and he quickly went to her.

“My King.” Aura said, bowing her head, as did the slaves, as he approached. Ivar chuckled and cupped her chin, raising it to look at him.

“My Queen. Always prepared for me. What have you made tonight?” He asked, kissing her softly. Aura smiled and led him to his chair.

“Your favorite, of course.” She said, sitting in the chair beside him as he sat down. Ivar sighed as he sat, shifting to hand his crutch to one of the slaves and look over the feast in front of him. He inhaled, deeply, and smiled.

“It all smells wonderful, wife. Thank you.” He said, looking at her and taking her hand, lifting it to kiss the back of her hand. Aura smiled.

“Only the best for you, my husband.” She said. Ivar chuckled and gave her hand a small squeeze before dropping it and digging into his food.

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Once the meal was done, Ivar spent a great deal of time with his men talking about the hunt and future battles as Aura helped the slaves clean up. Ivar always admired how involved she was with everything in Kattegat and appreciated her for it. She was a very dutiful wife and very loving toward the children as well. Seeing her interact with the children, Ivar could only endure it for so long before he stormed off in a huff. He wanted to see Aura interact like that with her own child, their child. It had been 2 years since they married in Vestfold under Harald’s priestess and Aura had yet to fall pregnant. It never seemed to bother her because she had so many things going on when she wasn’t at Ivar’s side, but it bothered Ivar.

While he finally proved that snake of a brother Sigurd wrong, that he could please a woman and his cock did work, he now feared that while it worked, it couldn’t produce children, as evident by Aura’s constant slim figure. He wanted to talk to his wife about the possibility of children, perhaps make a sacrifice and plead with the gods, but how would he even begin to address the subject? While his brothers grew up and learned to walk at a young age, this fucking disease, this absolute curse from the gods made him fearful that if Aura were to ever conceive and have a child, he would only give her cripples, like himself. While it gave him a little happiness, seeing someone other than himself as a cripple and like him, he never wanted to curse his sons and daughters with it and it hurt his heart greatly.

He only ever had these worries in private; Holding Aura as they fell asleep, cuddling with her after sex, her head on his chest and her breathing slowing as she slept. Only in his quiet private moments did he allow his thoughts to drift into the bad place he never wanted to see become reality. Some nights it almost made him want to stop fucking his wife and take a slave instead, because he didn't care if a lowly slave bore a cripple, but he never wanted to put Aura through that kind of tragedy.

After finally noticing Aura had been absent from the hall for quite some time, he excused himself from his men and went back to their room, where he found her getting ready for bed. Again, those thoughts rushed at him as he sat on the bed, removing his braces. Aura glanced at him when he walked in as she brushed out her hair, but now she turned to him and watched, as he had stayed silent the moment he walked in, not even a ‘Hello’. She went to him and touched his cheek, making him stop and look up. He smiled at her and took her hand, kissing her palm.

“What troubles you, Ivar? I’ve never heard you so silent before.” Aura said, softly. Ivar leaned into her touch as she slid her fingers over his cheek. He sighed and shook his head.

“Nothing, my love. Just weary and tired from the hunt.” Ivar lied. He wasn’t ready to tell her and he didn't think he ever would be. Aura pursed her lips at him, briefly, knowing he was lying, before dropping to her knees and removing the second brace. Ivar sighed and laid back as Aura helped him into bed. She rounded the bed and crawled in next to him, snuggling up to his side and resting her head on his chest.

“I’ve missed you.” She said, softly, closing her eyes. She let her fingers travel over his chest, pushing them under his shirt. Ivar shifted to sit up, making Aura roll away and watch him as he sighed and tugged off his shirt, laying back down and pulling his wife closer. He cupped her cheek and kissed her deep and slow.

“I missed you too.” He whispered against her lips. Their eyes slowly drifted up to meet, then they both smiled and chuckled as Aura snuggled back into his side and Ivar wrapped his arms around her, staring at the ceiling. Aura stared past the bed, her eyes fixed on the wall as her stomach fluttered as she tried to find her words. There was a long silence between them as things settled and finally, Ivar spoke, softly, “I wish I could give you a child, Aura...A healthy one. Unlike me.”

Aura blinked and looked up at him for a moment, before she shifted and turned to rest an arm on his chest and looked down at him.

“What do you mean?” She asked. Ivar didn't look at her, but she still saw his bright eyes shine with a thin layer of forming tears.

“I’m a cripple. If that wasn’t bad enough, I can’t even give you a child, healthy or otherwise.” He said, trying not to let his voice crack, but it did anyway. Aura bit her lip and touched his cheek.

“Ivar, my love…”

“I’ve always wanted a child...And seeing you with the children here...It breaks my heart.”

“Ivar-”

“We’ve been married for two years, Aura.” He said, looking at her finally. “You’ve not become quick with child and I fear you never will be. Perhaps I’m destined never to have a child...Let alone many…”

Ivar looked away as a tear rolled down his cheek. Aura gave a soft sigh and shook her head, turning him back to face her and wiping the tear away.

“Ivar, don’t talk like that.” She said.

“Why not? It is clear the gods have cursed me. Even if I were to give you a child, it will probably be a deformed cripple like me.” He said. Aura kissed just under his eye,, gently, trying to will away his tears and nuzzled his cheek.

“My love, please don’t say such things. It hurts my heart when I hear you talk like that.” Aura said. “You are a good man and a good warrior. You protect your people and me. How can the gods see that and not give you a child to be the very image of his father?”

“I don’t want a child to be like me, Aura.” He whispered. Aura looked at him.

“Your child can look like you and still walk. I do not care if you are crippled, Ivar. That’s not why I married you.” She said. “I married you because I love you.”

Ivar gave a soft huff and looked away. Aura shook her head and sighed, shifting to lay at his side again. She watched him and chewed her lip. Finally, she took his hand.

“Ivar. Ivar, my love, please look at me.” She said. Ivar hesitated, then sighed, turning to her. She gave him a soft smile and slowly guided his hand to her stomach, pressing it against the hard bump that was forming. “You’re not cursed by the gods. I don’t ever want to hear such bad things like that from you again.”

Ivar’s eyes widened as he splayed his hand over her stomach. “Aura…”

“I’ve already been to see the Seer.” Aura said, her smile growing. “He’s seen that the child will grow in the image of its father...Healthy and a fierce fighter.”

Ivar’s eyes filled with fresh tears again, but of happiness. His smile grew and he turned to her more.

“Tell me it’s true?” He asked through his tears. “You-You’re truly with child?”

Aura giggled and nodded, sliding a hand through his hair. Ivar sighed and scooted down to kiss her stomach, resting his head just above and rubbing the small bump. Aura smiled and watched him, scratching her nails over his scalp, gently.

“Oh, my child.” He whispered to her stomach. “Grow and grow strong. My prince. My princess. Whoever you may be. Be strong.”

Aura’s tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and she sniffed as she watched him lay there. Ivar closed his eyes and sighed, his smile spreading as they both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 1

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[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twelve: The Vision on the Eve of the Wedding

Chapter Eleven is here...

Word Count 1.6k

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

You are in a dream. It is a wonderful dream. You are now a mother, Ivar a father. Your dragon's are fully grown and prosperous. You have a healthy daughter and Ivar is the best father and husband that you could have ever imagined. Ivar is holding his daughter in his arms when Harald comes bursting through the doors of the kingdom that you two shared as king and queen of Kattegat. And your heart drops to your feet.

Hvitserk stands up, "What are you doing here, King Harald?" 

He chuckles, "You know exactly why I am here."

Ivar "Mmm..no. So why don't you enlighten us, hmm?"

Harald "Your queen, Ivar."

Ivar "What of my wife?"

Harald "Your wife owes me a great deal."

"I owe you nothing, king Harald."

Harald "On the contrary! You have what I so greatly desire-"

"If you want Wessex, go get it yourself! I am no longer Princess of Wessex. My father is king, he and he alone."

Harald "Such a pity...because you would have been much easier to negotiate with."

Ivar "If you want help king Harald, look elsewhere."

Harald sees the daughter that you are hiding behind your back and smiles, "Ah, I see. You are a father."

Ivar "I am indeed." Hvitserk's jaw clenches but he knows that it is no use to argue. 

Harald "I guess that means this calls for a celebration-"

"We already celebrated when she was born."

Harald "Mm. Well, I am not leaving here until you give me what I want."

"I already told you, you are more than welcome to overthrow my father. But leave me and my family out of it."

Harald "But you are his daughter."

"Not by choice..I want nothing to do with him."

Harald "Well that is no concern of mine."

Hvitserk walks up and gets in his face, "You should leave, king Harald."

Harald smirks, "Protective now are we?"

Hvitserk "Just leave. You are not welcome here."

Harald "I am not?! Last time I recalled, we were allies...what has changed hmm?"

Ivar "When you killed my wife's mother in cold blood."

Harald "Oh...now I remember. What an eventful day that was. But still, I am not king of Wessex. And therefore, I am not satisfied." You hand your daughter back over to Ivar and he holds her close while you walk up towards him. 

"If you do not leave here, I will have my dragon's burn you alive and eat you while your guard's watch." Harald laughs in your face. Then, he attempted to caress your cheek but Hvitserk grabbed his sword and held it straight up towards Harald's throat. 

Hvitserk "Don't you dare touch her."

Harald raises his hands in defense, "Why are you acting this way, Hvitserk? You have never acted this way towards me in the past."

Hvitserk "You were my friend in the past. Or so I thought. But things change and people change, so I will tell you again...get out of here."

Harald backs off, "Fine I will go. But if I return, just know that I will not be leaving so easily, if at all. Enjoy your peace while you have it Queen Y/n...because it will not last." You three watched as he walked out your double doors. As soon as his figure disappeared, you let your guard down and fainted.

You awake in a cold sweat. Your hands are shaking and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Ivar awakes, seeing you hyperventilating.

Ivar "My love, what is it?!"

"..nothing..it was just a nightmare. I am sorry."

Ivar "Do not apologize. What was the dream, tell me."

"It started off wonderful, Ivar. We were married and we were parents to a beautiful daughter," his eyes glistened with joy and a smile grew upon his face, "and then King Harald came to Kattegat. He demanded Wessex and of course I told him that he could take it, but that wasn't good enough for him."

Ivar "Oh sweetheart-"

"He tried to touch me..but Hvitserk didn't allow him to. After awhile he left but he warned me."

Ivar "What was this warning?"

"That the next time he arrived in Kattegat, he will not leave so easily, if at all. I do not know what that meant but it has me worried, Ivar."

Ivar inhales deeply, "Do not worry. I will handle King Harald. You do not need to stress, my sweetheart."

"I know that he is coming, the gods warned me-"

Ivar "Yes they did, but you do not need to worry. You will be safe and so will I. He talks big, but inside he is a scared little man that gets scared easily."

You giggle and so does he, "Our daughter was beautiful, beloved."

Ivar "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

Ivar grabs you and pulls you back down to his chest, "Tell me all about her."

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A few days later…

Today is your wedding day. You have dreamt of this day your entire life. Fantasising what your dress would look like, your hair and makeup, and especially your ring. You look in the mirror and sigh at your appearance. Ivar comes around the corner with a huge grin on his face, making you blush.

"You are not supposed to be in here, my king."

Ivar "I know but I could not help myself. You are yet to be in your dress so you can't be too mad at me." You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I am never mad at you, my love." He leans down to kiss your lips. You swear that every time you kiss him, sparks ignite in your heart and soul that cannot be ignored. He makes you feel so alive, so loved. A feeling that you thought that you might never get to experience until the gods gave you Ivar the Boneless.

Ivar "I love you. I can't believe that we are to wed today."

"I love you too, and I know. The day has finally arrived."

Ivar "One more kiss, and then I will let you finish getting ready."

You giggle softly, "Just one more?"

Ivar "Okay, maybe a couple." You both laugh like two teenagers in love for the first time and kiss each other until you can't catch your breath. 

Ivar "Gods..you are my weakness."

"As you are mine but I must get ready, beloved."

Ivar "Go..I will see you very soon."

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Your dress is beautiful: an off-white with embroidery on the front and back. You decide on curls and a flower crown. To see it all come together, brings you to happy tears.

Hvitserk "Well well well!"

"Oh my gods! You scared me!"

Hvitserk chuckles, "Sorry, kitten. I just wanted to come in and see if everything was going well and I can tell that everything is." 

"It is, how do I look?"

Hvitserk "Absolutely gorgeous. My brother is a lucky man." You walk over and give him a warm embrace, to which he lifts you off the ground a few inches because you are much shorter than he is.

"I am also lucky, Hvitserk. Ivar is an amazing man and I love him."

Hvitserk "I know you do, and I am so glad that you do. My brother is not perfect but he deserves true love and happiness as we all do."

"No one is perfect, we all have our own flaws."

Hvitserk "Except you, of course."

You blush, "Not true! I am far from perfect, I am very broken but I am slowly getting put back together."

Hvitserk cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead, "The best of luck today, kitten. You do look beautiful."

Hvitserk "Thank you, Hvitserk. I love you too." He gives your hand a squeeze and then walks out of the door. All you can think about is marrying your best friend, and that is about to actually happening momentarily! You take one last look in the mirror and then your maiden comes in.

"Are you ready, princess?"

You smile, "As ready as I'll ever be."

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When you walk outside, your dragon's are behind the arch and Ivar is standing there, oh so handsome. Your breath hitches and your eyes start to water. When you reach him, he takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles.

Ivar "Hello, beautiful."

"Hello, my king."

The man spoke meaningful words about the gods and their intentions for this lovely day. 

"Do you, Ivar take Y/n to be your wife and Queen?"

Ivar "I do."

"And Y/n, do you take King Ivar to be your husband and King?"

"Oh yes." He smiles and a stray tear falls down his cheek. His ring bearers walk up and hand him the two rings. They are so unique and perfect beyond imagination. He placed the ring on your finger as you do the same. The last thing to be done is have the blood from a sacrifice to be placed on your forehead as a symbol of good form and happiness under the gods.

"And you are now one!" He picks you up in his arms and kisses you rough but sweet. Your ceremony went perfectly and wonderfully, and to have your dragon's be there to witness it all was spectacular. When he puts you down, he looks deep into your eyes.

Ivar "I love you."

"I love you."

Ivar "I want to promise you this, on our wedding day that I will always love and care for you. I will always try my hardest to keep you safe and happy. And if the day comes, and I become a father.. I promise to be a wonderful one. I will keep them safe and happy, make sure that they feel loved and worthy. And just know that I will always be with you..because you mean more to me than anyone."

"Oh Ivar."

Ivar "I swear it to you, my sweetheart. On my arm ring, I will keep my promises."

"I am so in love with you, Ivar Lothbrok."

Ivar "As I am with you."

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[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: King Rollo Comes to Kattegat

Chapter Twenty-Three Pt Two

Word Count 3.5k

Warnings: angst and fluff

When morning comes, there is a loud knock on our bedroom door. Ivar jolts up, hovering his body over yours just in case. 

Ivar "Who is it?!" Hvitserk comes into the doorway. Once Ivar realizes that it is his brother after all, he relaxes back down onto the bed. 

Hvitserk "I'm sorry but we have company."

Ivar "What, who?"

Hvitserk smirks, "Uncle Rollo, Ivar. Rollo is here. You need to get up and get yourself together."

Ivar "Right..tell him I will be right out."

Hvitserk nods and looks down at you and smiles, "G'morning princess."

"Morning Hvitserk." He shuts the door and Ivar rolls out of bed. He grunts like he does every morning. He crawls over to his clothing and drags his legs so that he can sit properly on the floor. He first puts his shirt on and then his armor. You hand him his crutch and he gets up off of the floor. He looks down at you breathless and already tired but the day has just begun. 

Ivar "I will get the maiden's to come and assist you, I have to go."

"I will be out shortly to sit by your side." He smiles and his eyes turn glassy, "I love you."

"And I love you, now go." He quickly kisses your lips before walking out the door. Moments later, two maiden's come in to help you get freshened up and a nice gown on so that you are presentable for Rollo Lothbrok. You have heard many stories of Ragnar's brother Rollo, but his face is unknown to you. 

"You look beautiful, my queen." The woman said after looking at you all dolled up. You haven't seen yourself like this in weeks. 

"Thank you sweetheart. You look beautiful too."

She smiles, "Thank you so much. I must say, Ivar is a very lucky man."

"Oh..that is so kind for you to say. I am lucky as well, do not forget that."

"Oh of course, my queen. Do you need us to help walk you to the throne room?"

"Um..no I think that I can manage, thank you for the offer though. I do not wish for King Rollo to see me weak, you understand?"

They slowly nod, "I do, my queen. But do take it slow." You walk up to her and caress her little face. She is so young, so beautiful and so kind.

"I will, now you two go on. Thank you both." They bow and head out the door. You take one last look at yourself and you feel like you are missing something. You look at your gown. No, that is perfect. You look at your hair and the braids, still no. Ah yes, your crown. You walk over to a shelf that is full of glass and jewels. When you place it on top of your head, you feel just as you did before all of this chaos. Only now you feel the endless pain from being tortured and rapes senselessly..and you fear that that pain will scar you for years and years to come. You inhale deeply and walk out of the door.

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When you walk to the throne room, there are over hundreds of vikings and shield maiden's in the room. So much so that you are taken aback for a few moments. It is hard for your brain to comprehend all of this but you take it all in slowly. You start to walk through the crowd until the people stop talking. You feel their eyes gazing at you, staring and taking in your figure. Ivar stands up when he sees you in the crowd.

Ivar "My love, please join me." He offers you his hand to which you take gladly. Sitting on both sides of you and Ivar, is Ubbe and Hvitserk. Torvi stands next to Ubbe and Hvitserk stands next to you. Once you sit down, you sigh from relief of the pain in between your legs. But you keep your composure and your nose up in the air. Ivar never lets go of your hand. 

Ivar "Rollo, this is Y/n. My wife and your Queen." You look down at the man sitting in the middle of the room. His hair is brown and shoulder length, with a few gray strands at the scalp. You see him smirk and stand up from his seat. 

Rollo "Well well well..I have read all about you in a letter that Ivar has sent to me." He bows his head to you and gets down to one knee, "It is very nice to meet your beautiful face." 

"Thank you, king Rollo..you may stand." He rises and stands in front of you and tisks his tongue.

Rollo "Such a shame what happened to you, isn't it?" You look over at Ivar, his head hangs and he does not look at you. 

You clear your throat, "Yes, those days were very rough to say the least."

Rollo "Oh I am sure of it. You know, I would not be here if your husband there..didn't tell me about your story."

"And what all did he tell you, may I ask?"

Rollo "Oh where to begin? He explained to be about your father..and how he mistreats you.." he continues, "and how King Harald tortured you and claimed you as his own for what was it, five days?" You do not respond, you use your facial expressions to say yes. 

Rollo "Ah..that had to be horrible..that grizzly man taking such a beautiful woman. He did not deserve that, and neither did you." He starts to walk forward and stops right in front of you, "I would like to personally apologize for everything that you have endured, dear princess." You let your head fall for the first time since sitting down. 

"Thank you, Rollo. That is very kind."

Rollo "Of course. So with all of that being said, I will fight with you Ivar. Your wife deserves justice."

Ivar nods, "Thank you, Rollo."

Rollo claps, "So, when do we attack?" Ivar opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

"In two weeks time, we will seize Wessex and claim it as our own empire."

Hvitserk "Y/n!"

"In two weeks time, I will be healed by then. I will fight alongside you all." Rollo grins in an almost cocky way. Ivar tries to hide his smirk but is unsuccessful. Ubbe and Hvitserk are shocked to say the least. Torvi can understand why you are fighting, but has the same fear as the boys.

Rollo "Is this final, Ivar?" Ivar looks at you and you look at him. 

Ivar "Are you sure?"

"I am not going to allow you to fight my own battle without me. You are my husband, I need this victory.."

Ivar takes a deep breath, "Yes, in two weeks time."

Rollo "Alright, then it is settled. Who is going to inform me of the battle plan?!" Ivar looks at Ubbe and Ubbe takes the hint, leading Rollo into another room with his personal guard. 

Hvitserk kneels down in front of you, "What are you doing?"

"What is right, Hvitserk. I need to be in this war. I need to watch my father burn for what he has done to me and my mother."

Hvitserk "And what if you are not healed by this time?"

"Then I will not fight..but I should be in better shape in two weeks. Well enough to fight."

Hvitserk's eyes formed tears, "I can't lose you…"

"You are not going to. We are all going to make it through this as victors. I am sure of it. More than I was before. With my dragon's and Rollo's army plus our own...they won't stand a chance."

Hvitserk shakes his head, "Okay."

Ivar "I am proud of you, Y/n. Truly I am."

"I appreciate that, my love. But I am doing the right thing. How could I allow you all to fight my own fight without me?"

Ivar "We would.."

"I know, but that is not justice for me...I need to be the one to kill him Ivar. Not you and not Hvitserk...or Ubbe."

Ivar "I understand completely, my sweet." Hvitserk looks at you and agrees as well. He will worry about you before the battle, during and after..until he has you back in his arms after the war is won, he will worry about you and his daughter. 

"I love you. I love you both." Ivar and Hvitserk say it back. Ivar kisses your hard and says how proud he is to call you his wife.

It warms your heart and gives you the strength and the willpower to fight. 

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Later in the afternoon, Rollo and his army prepare to head back to France until two weeks time. And then, they will meet us along the way to Wessex. 

Rollo "If you do not mind, my queen..can I have a moment alone with you?" You look at Ivar and he looks at his uncle, confused. "Oh it will only take a moment, Ivar." 

"Fine.." you walk towards Rollo fairly slowly but he lets you take your time. He offers you his arm and you hesitate to take it, but you give in only to lean on him for support. Ivar walks slowly towards Hvitserk and whispers in his ear, "Keep an eye on her. I know that he is our father's brother but still...watch 'em." Hvitserk hurriedly rushed to the doorway and kept a sharp eye on you and Rollo's movements. 

"What is it that you wanted to tell me, king Rollo?"

Rollo "Well dear princess, it is more of a warning. You are kind and gentle-"

"You do not know me."

Rollo "Not as much as I'd like, yes, but I am a good judge of character."

"Have you not seen my dragon's, Rollo?"

Rollo chuckles, "Ah yes I have. Quite extraordinary creatures."

"We aren't extraordinary without them.."

Rollo "I suppose that you are right. But I must warn you-"

"Go on then."

"Why?! You do not know me, only what Ivar has told you."

Rollo "It is about my dear nephew Ivar. He is a danger to us all." You start to chuckle but he still continues,

"I am not lying to you Y/n. You know him now but not his past. He has killed many innocent people..and has started wars that were not necessary. I am looking after you-"

Rollo "I am aware of this. But you are still very young and love can be deceiving. Believe me, I know." You start to look away from him, "You do not have to believe me, but it is a warning. Just keep an eye, don't put so much faith into him that you have. You might die if you do-"

"Thank you Rollo..will that be all?" Rollo backs off.

Rollo "Yes princess. That will be all. Stay safe now.." You do not respond, only walking away from him and back to the house. You see Hvitserk in the doorway and hurry to him. 

Hvitserk "What is it?"

"N-nothing. Everything is fine."

Hvitserk "What did he say to you?"

"Nothing..he left."

Hvitserk "You can tell me.."

"I know. Everything is fine, Hvitserk. I promise okay?" Hvitserk agrees and gently kisses your forehead.

"Mm..where is Ivar?" You asked, leaning against him.

Hvitserk "With Ubbe."

"Would you like to go for a ride with me?" Hvitserk giggles, "What type of ride, princess? Horseback or dragon-back?" You get a good laugh at that.

"Horseback. They are sleeping right now."

"You are too strong for me sometimes, Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "In that case I would love too." He goes and tells Ivar that you and him are taking a ride for a little while and he, of course agrees but tells him to watch his surroundings and to not let you ride on your own horse. Hvitserk agrees and takes weapons with him just to be completely safe. When he returns to you, you are outside petting his horse. He watches for only a moment before walking completely up to you.

When he does, he wraps his arms around your torso, lifting you up just enough for you to mount the horse. 

Hvitserk chuckles, "Oh you love me, you can't deny it. And that means you love my strength.."

"I do." He mounts his horse and gets comfortable. He grabs your hands from behind him, placing them around his waist. You sigh as you feel his comfort and his warmth in the cold air. 

Hvitserk "Comfortable?" You lean forward into him, resting your head on his back and nod. He smiles and clicks his tongue and his ankles to make the horse go. 

…

The horse gallops slowly, not hurting you. The snow crunches underneath his mighty weight. The tree branches are covered slightly with snow but the brown still peaks through just enough to add to the beauty. There is a lovely silence between you and Hvitserk. It is not awkward nor is it purposeful. You lift your head from his back and scooch yourself closer to him, so that you can rest your chin on his shoulder. Once you do, you can hear his soft chuckles, making your heart just melt. 

Hvitserk "Gods you are too cute."

"I am?"

Hvitserk "Yes. And I cannot wait to meet our beautiful daughter.."

"Mmm..neither can I. I know that she will be just perfect."

Hvitserk "Oh she is. I dream of her almost every night."

"You do?"

Hvitserk "Yes. She brings me comfort."

"What do you mean?"

Hvitserk "It is hard to explain sweetheart."

"Try.."

Hvitserk "It is like a voice in my head. But I can tell that it is hers. She tells me that everything will be okay. That me and you are going to be okay."

"What does she sound like?"

Hvitserk "Oh y'know how little girls sound, all sweet and innocent." You hum in agreement. "You do not hear her?"

"I did when I almost died. She guided me back home. She said 'Mama, you have to fight.'" Hvitserk stops the horse. 

"Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk turns sideways so that he can face you more and looks into your eyes, "I am glad that she gave you that strength."

"So am I-"

Hvitserk "Because without her..I fear that you couldn't wake on your own."

"The Valkaries would have taken me, I am certain of it. But they didn't, and I am getting better everyday." You smile and he does the same. You both have tears in your eyes. It has been very rough mentally and physically on all of you, not just you. 

Hvitserk "I still have you," he looks down at your belly, "and you." He places his hand on you and rubs softly. "And that gives me a reason to live on every single day." Your tears overflow now and you cup his cheeks and kiss him softly. He kisses you back with more passion than ever before. You wish that you were healed enough because you need him, you crave him. But you know that it would cause you more pain than pleasure. Hvitserk stops and pulls away, "I don't want to hurt you.."

"I know. I'm sorry-"

Hvitserk "Hey, don't you dare apologize to me." You place your forehead upon his and the horse starts to fidget in place, almost knocking you off but he grabs you in time.

Hvitserk "Okay, that tells me that it is time to head back.." you slowly nod and he moves back so that he can control the horse once more.

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When you get back, Ubbe and Ivar are having a feast, drinking ale. Hvitserk chuckles at the sight.

"What?"

Hvitserk "They are already celebrating."

"As they should, love. Why wouldn't they, when all of the odds are in our favor?" He looks down at you and chuckles. Ivar sees you and Hvitserk walk in and he hollers.

Ivar "MY BROTHER, COME JOIN US!!" you lean into him and whisper, "He's already drunk." He nods his head and sits down next to his brother's while you sit down next to Torvi. 

Torvi "How was the ride?"

"Lovely." She nudges you, excitingly. You blush and chuckle, taking a bite of food. 

Torvi "I see that you have your appetite back!"

"I'm getting there, yes."

Torvi "Soon," she grabs your hand, "you will be back to your normal self."

"As normal as I can be, I suppose."

Torvi "You will have memories, you will have nightmares, and you will forever have those scars..but you listen to me. You can never let them define you. All you can do is try to move on with your life."

"Thank you, Torvi."

Torvi "And your daughter will know how strong her mother is, and how powerful you are. And if you wish to tell your story one day, you can. But until that day, just remember that you survived...against all of the odds, you survived. And I am so proud of you. We all are." You immediately hug your best friend and she holds you tight. Ivar stops the laughter and notices you two.

Ivar "What is it?"

Torvi "I just told her how proud I am of her."

Ivar "Ah that is good, huh? Isn't that good, Hvitserk!?"

Hvitserk "You are drunk."

Ivar "Maybe, but I am allowed! I am king!" He gets up and shouts that he is king over and over until Ubbe takes him to his chambers for him to sleep the ale off. Torvi just looks at you and sighs, "Maybe you should not sleep with him tonight..he is not going to remember a thing about tonight..he could get violent."

"I will think about it."

…

Ivar comes out right before you are about to get up to come to bed. 

Ivar "Why haven't you come to bed, hmm?"

"I am coming now, Ivar."

Ivar "Good." His voice sounded stern and different. Leaving you kind of shaken up but you don't think too much about it because he is insanely drunk. Hvitserk looks at you and you look at him, but he does not stop you from joining Ivar. What could he do? Tell Ivar no? That would only cause a fight. 

When Ivar closes the door, he presses your body against the door kissing you aggressively. His hands linger all over your body with hunger. You wish that you could allow him to continue but you push him away. He looks down at you and he can tell that you need him to stop.

"I can't..not yet." He kisses you again but this time more gentle. 

Ivar "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

"I want you Ivar, I always do...but the pain is still too severe tonight."

Ivar shakes his head slowly in agreement, "Okay princess. Join me in bed, will you,"

"Yes, just..can I take these braids out first?" He chuckles and lets you walk into the bathroom. What he doesn't know is that when you shut that bathroom door, you broke down into tears. Not only from the pain but also from the dread that this has caused you. You want nothing more than to be healed and strong again. Ivar walks closer to the door and hears sniffling coming from the other side. He slowly opens it and sees you sitting on the floor, huddled in the corner. He immediately drops his crutch and crawls to you.

Ivar "Sweetheart..did I hurt you?!"

"No no..no."

Ivar "Then what is it?"

"Why did this happen Ivar?! Why did he have to do this to me!?" Ivar sees the sorrow in your eyes and can hear it in your voice.

Ivar "I wish that it hadn't, my sweet."

"I just want to heal. I want the pain to go away! I pray to Odin everyday to give me relief.."

Ivar "He hears you princess. This will just take time."

"I hate that I had to say no to you. I had to stop myself because I know that it would only hurt me more if I did.."

Ivar "Sweetheart..you will get better. Do not fear. When you are healed, you will be able to do things that you could before all of this happened. But you must be patient, as do I."

"I am sorry Ivar I-" he stops you with a kiss. You melt into him as he cups your face. 

Ivar "I love you. I loved you before and I love you now. And I will love you forever. Do not apologize for your agony."

"I love you too. Forever." He smiles and kisses your head. He takes you and walks you to bed. Once you both are in, he gently pulls your body on top of his. Every time you are in his arms, your pain goes away. It is as if he is your own personal healer. 

Ivar "Go to sleep princess. And tomorrow, how about we spend an evening away from Kattegat? Just me, you and the dragon's."

"..I would love that, Ivar."

Ivar "Good, I love you."

"And I love you." You end up falling asleep with a slight smile on your face. You are looking forward to tomorrow, just you, your husband and your babies..what a lovely day to come.

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Heartless - Chapter IV

Pairing: Harald / Reader

Genre: Romance, angst

Ratings: Mature

Words: 2607

Warnings: Rape, mild violence and suicidal thoughts.

A/N: I’m sorry.

(banner edited by my sweet @naaladareia)

Stay. The single word was ringing in your head. One single word that scared and tempted you at the same time. Clearly, he had decided to use his power over you and asked of you what you had thought he never would. But his eyes seemed to implore you to stay, they were almost hopeful. A curious thought crossed your mind.

“Sir, I'm not Queen Astrid.” You said softly, trying to release your wrist from his grip.

Harald did not let go. “I know who you are Y/N.” He tugged on your arm. “Lie down next to me.”

It sounded like an order this time, reminding you of your status. You breathed shakily and nervously moistened your dry lips with your tongue. You could do this. You had already done it so much....only this time it was deceiving. He was just like your other masters after all.

You took a few hesitant steps and lay down on the bed, both scared and excited. The moment your body touched the furs, the King let go of you. You waited, waited...tense and almost shaking. It never came. He had fallen asleep.

Your purpose was pretty clear by then; he needed a presence next to him to sleep. You were here to listen, to fill a gap.... certainly not to be touched or loved. Never forget it. You finally allowed yourself to relax when he started snoring again. The furs were comfortable and you felt so tired, you fell asleep instantly.

Those were your nights with King Harald, sleeping side by side without touching each other. He obviously slept better but the nightmares did not stop entirely. He would often wake up screaming or kept trashing and moaning. You would calm him down, caressing his face or murmuring soothing words and he would go back to sleep.

Something was bothering him though. You knew it, you could feel it. He had to get rid of it or his nights would remain troubled. He needed to talk to someone about it and this time, he seemed to consider he could not confess anything to you. Even to you. In the meantime, he lost himself in this idea of overpowering Ivar for not honoring his promise. He wanted Kattegat at all costs. So, he kept planning attacks and at nights, drowned his pain in alcohol.

But alcohol would not help him. You sighed as Harald was gulping his fifth cup of ale.

“The King seems upset these days, don't you think ?”

You turned your eyes away from Harald to look at Rae who was frowning at you.

“He is. He must be thinking about Queen Astrid.” Among other things.

She eyed you up and down. “You look tired. The King is keeping you awake ?”

She smiled knowingly. You wished you could tell her the reasons why you were looking so tired: the King's nightmares constantly waking you up or maybe it was the fact that you did not manage to fall into a deep sleep because he was so close to you. But you couldn't tell her so you smiled weakly. Let her believe what she wanted to.

“Yes, he is.”

A concerned frown appeared on her face again. Thankfully, she did not have the time to question you. Baldwin put an end to your discussion and Rae fled quickly. That was your turn to frown. Was she scared of Baldwin ? Did he hurt her ?

“The King is asking for you. He wishes to go to bed.” He told you bluntly with an annoying smirk on his face. Everyone appeared to believe you and the King were having wild nights !

You ignored him and rose up to take King Harald to bed. As usual these days, he was a bit tipsy. Tipsy meant touchy-feely. Touchy-feely meant you were embarrassed and even more clumsy then ever.

When the both of you were finally lying down, you let out a discreet sigh of relief. He would fall asleep very soon and your usual “wild nights” would begin.

“I killed my brother.”

That was unusual. You gulped and your eyes widened. You finally got what was bothering him.

“I see him every night in my nightmares, again and again. He was one of the only persons I loved and I killed him.”

His voice was shaking. You knew there were probably tears as well even if you could not see them.

“He chose Björn over me, everyone has always chosen someone else over me. Ellisif, my brother, Astrid... the only persons I've loved in my whole life and they betrayed me.”

Tears were silently rolling down your cheeks, mirroring your King's sorrow and bitterness.

“And now....I'm all alone. Neither loving, nor being loved.”

I love you, your heart screamed but your ignored him. You inhaled deeply and chased your tears away with a flick of your hand. You couldn't fall apart. Not here. Not now.

Harald turned on his side and arranged your body so that you were facing him. His hand on your hip was burning. More even so when his thumb began stroking you. His mesmerizing blue eyes were staring at you, full of pain and despair. You did your best to remain untouched by it, playing the perfect passive thrall.

“I regret killing him. Deeply. I miss him so much.” His grip on your hip tightened and he closed his eyes in pain. “The Gods are punishing me for what I did.”

That made you talk. “You were in a battle. Your brother was on the other side, he was the enemy. You did what you had to do.”

He opened his eyes abruptly. “Don't lie to please me.”

“I'm not lying, my King.” Saying it, you realized it was true.

“Do you think Lagertha killed my wife for the same reason ?”

You frowned. “She did ?” You did not remember him mentioning Lagertha was the one to end his wife's life.

“Astrid was a great shieldmaiden, only the woman who taught her everything would be able to do it.”

He had a point. But did Lagertha do it or did Astrid welcome death willingly ? After all, Baldwin had told you she might have betrayed Harald.

“I probably loved her more than she did but it did not matter. It felt nice to have someone next to me to reign over Vestfolk, someone to love, someone to have in bed with me at night, someone to have sex with.”

His tone chaned through his speech, turning hoarse and seductive. You felt scared....and excited.

“Don't you agree ?”

“Yes, my King.” You nodded. “I suppose it must be nice.”

“What do you mean by 'I suppose' ? You've never loved anyone ?”

You could have slapped yourself, realizing you had said too much. Now, you had no choice but to answer his questions.

“Well I... I've almost always been a servant, a slave, a thrall. Our purpose is not to love or be loved. We are here to serve, obey and be used.” All the words came out of your mouth in a casual way so that he would not ask more and let it go. He did not.

“You've never been willing for anything, haven't you ? Sex ? Touch ? Not even a kiss ?”

“No, my King.” You replied, maintaining an unaffected tone.

The way he was looking at you made you feel ill-at-ease. Drop the subject, drop the subject.

“Would you be willing to try and kiss me ?” His eyes, his mesmerizing eyes...

Say no, say no. “Yes, I would.” You replied softly, cursing your heart for winning this battle against your brain.

The King moistened his lips and leaned over you. You shivered in anticipation, you heart was hammering in your chest. He pulled you nearer and you put your arms against hist chest.

When his lips finally touched yours, you swore your heart stopped beating for a second. His kiss was so soft, you did not know such tenderness could exist. The tip of his tongue gently touched your bottom lip, coaxing you into opening your mouth....which you gladly did. Your tongues danced with each other, even if Harald took the lead.....as if he was teaching you how to kiss. You had never felt this way. For the first time, it was pleasurable.

Harald let his hand slide on your body to grip your ass and pulled you even closer. The bulge in his pants was more than palpable but for once, it was not frightening. Your arms were still against his chest. You did not dare touching him without his permission, even though you were dying to. Lost in your own pleasure, you let out a tiny moan to which he grunted in response.

Soon, too soon, your lips parted. Your chest was rapidly rising, your breath was erratic. That was some kiss !

“Was it pleasurable ?” Your king asked, his hoarse voice making you shiver again.

You nodded. “Yes, my King.”

He smiled. A real smile that reached his eyes. “I guess you don't kiss too bad, Y/N the heartless.”

His lips grazed yours one last time before he turned around and immediately fell asleep.

You lay on your back , eyes wide opened, your contented heart beating softly. Deep down though, you knew it would not last.

He did not mention the kiss after that. You kept sleeping next to him but he was offering you his back. There was no talking, no touching. It was obvious to conclude he regretted what he did. Yet, you could have sworn you had seen him watching you, or your lips, when you were looking for him.

But maybe it was just your imagination or your deepest heart's desire. How ironical it was that the only man whose touched you've ever longed for was the one refusing to do so. Your brain was ready for this rejection. Your heart, not so much.

From then on, each day was difficult to live. Harald lost himself in his plot against Ivar and departed for England, leaving you with Baldwin again. Apart from the jealous thrall, Ardith, glaring at you from a reasonable distance, nothing important took place.

Harald came back, defeated this time but more determined than ever. A new son of Ragnar, Magnus was with him. The King took him under his wing. Another Ragnarsson was here, Bjorn Ironside. And there was this shield maiden, Gunnhild. Harald couldn't keep his eyes off her. You knew this stare too much. Maybe she would be the right one this time, maybe you would be free very soon.

Your heart was suffering at this idea but you knew it would be best for your sanity. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

In the mean time, you felt numb. The will to cry had deserted you, you only wished to sleep and forget.

Another night, another feast. Standing next to your king, you served him blindly, waiting for him to call it a night. He was looking intently at his new love interest and Bjorn interacting.

“Y/N, go to bed. There are some things I need to do.”

A dismissal. Again. “Yes, my King. Good night”. You bowed respectfully and left the Great Hall with a heavy heart.

He was going to ask Gunnhild to be his queen and she would be crazy not to accept. Then, he would sell you. You would probably go back to a new violent master. It was not scary. Your body would bear what your heart was not able to.

Lost in your own thoughts, you did not hear or see the three shadows behind you. A hand was put over your mouth and someone threw you over his shoulder. Panicking, you tried to fight back and received a huge blow on your head for doing so.

“Do not make a sound or you will regret it.” Another one said in your ear. To prove his point, he pressed a knife on your skin. You stopped every motion and let yourself be carried away.

They walked into the woods and when they decided they were far enough, you were roughly dropped on the floor. Your back hit the ground, leaving you breathless for a moment. You managed to sit up and stared at your attackers. Three male thralls you had already doing the outdoor works.

“What to do with you ?” You recognized the one who had threatened you earlier. A huge dark-haired man with golden skin.

“What do you mean ? We know what we have to do: get rid of her.”

“Yeah. She said, get rid of the body but she did not tell anything about not having fun with it before.” He was watching with a raw hunger in his eyes. “You promised we would get something since you're the only one to have your cock sucked on a daily basis.”

Who was this 'she'? And why did she want to get rid of you ?

“Fine, you can have her before we kill her.”

“We ?” The third one, slender and tall, exclaimed. “Your bitch asked for this. You kill her.”

“All right, but you don't touch her then.”

“Wanna bet ?”

That was your chance to escape. Distracted by their argument, they forgot about you. You silently stood up and slowly stepped away but a branch you stepped on creak and the three men turned their heads towards you.

Desperate, you tried to run away from them but they managed to catch up with you pretty fast. Your hair was pulled and you were thrown on the ground. The huge thrall fell on you and spread your legs forcefully.

“Did you really think you could escape ?” He used his knife to rip your dress and exposed your skin to the cool air of the night.

The slender one suddenly appeared next to you and brutally kneaded your breasts while his playmate unbuckled himself and thrusted into you without warning.

It hurt. Your inner instinct was telling you to scream, fight but you did not. You were used to this type of assaults. You just had to wait until it was over and close your mind.

Nonetheless, your lack of reaction seemed to annoy them. They started hitting you repeatedly. You did not scream there either. You were used to this as well and endured it, blow after blow until you tasted blood in your mouth. You felt attacked everywhere but no sound came out of your mouth. If only they could knock you out before killing you. You would welcome death gladly. Death was the solution, it was your long awaited release.

No chores, no threats, no rape, no beatings, no Harald, no broken heart. You would be freed from everything. Finally.

You felt a sharp pain in your ribs, then nothing. He had probably used his knife to stab you. You were floating, your heart beat was weakening, tears were rolling down your face but you felt a smile stretching your lips.

You were seeing them now, his mesmerizing blue eyes that you loved so much were gently looking at you. You could leave peacefully. Your last thought was for your sweet Rae, praying that she would not be hurt when Harald would realize you were missing. Then, you fell into darkness.

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