#Aethelwulf imagine

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Vikings + gen z slang

Summary: How Vikings Characters would react to Gen Z slang

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

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Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

With the program

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

He understands gen z slang like no other

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

Turns into a ninth century (?) twitter queen

Lagertha

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

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

Pretends not to understand

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

Aslaug

Aslaug is above gen z slang

But she also knows that she’s camp

She just knows

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

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

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

Athelstan

PLEASE NO

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

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

As a linguist, he tries

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

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

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

Bjorn

Thinks it’s girlish (it is not)

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

I mean yeah, but so is your mom.

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

Ubbe

Like a supportive mom

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

Absolutely understands gen z slang after you teach him

Prides himself on having the most rizz

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

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

Hvitserk

Worst mistake you could make is teach him slang

He uses it

Just incorrectly

At all times

And does not care to be corrected.

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

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

Sigurd

He’s one of those abcdefu people

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

So annoying

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

Not really

Ivar

HATES gen z slang more than anything

He thinks it’s stupid

Dumb

Dull

Incredibly unintellectual

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

Ecbert

ECBERT MY SILLY LITTLE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

Manwhore and proud!

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

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

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

STOP HIM! STOP THIS SILLY LITTLE MAN!

Aethelwulf

Literally the opposite of Ecbert

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

He’ll cut off his ear to match Judith

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

So done with Ecbert

He’ll literally hate everything Ecbert likes

[msbrownwithacrown]

Unhinged Theory

But, what if....

Tamlin's father and brothers weren't bad. The memories of them being bad are just false memories that were implanted there (e.g. Maeve/Valg level deception).

The rose garden of a mating gift?

Tamlin never revealing his side or really adding much to the discussion about the deaths of Rhysand's sister and mother.

The circumstances of the deaths of Rhysand's sister and mother. How they were both beheaded and burned, much like how Valg are destroyed in TOG.

It makes me wonder if Rhysands family was Valg and Tamlin's family was fighting back against this force and draining of their power and land. Much like what Bryce did with the Asteri, Aelin did with the Valg.

Only knowing Rhysand's story, makes it difficult to speculate. Especially, since there are so many gaps in the story.

“Tamlin’s father, brothers, and Tamlin himself set out into the Illyrian wilderness, having heard from Tamlin—from me—where my mother and sister would be, that I had plans to see them. I was supposed to be there. I wasn’t. And they slaughtered my mother and sister anyway.”

Why would have Rhysand even told him this and not showed up? Was Tamlin's family planning on fighting all 3? It just didn't add up.

Also, there is no proof of the wings being in the Spring Court...just memories of Tamlin getting rid of them and Rhysand asking if Feyre saw them.

Obviously, it would be a major retcon to do this in the story. It would need to be retconned that Tamlin's father never owned slaves and wasn't cruel to his sons and mate and that he never sided with Hybern or Amarantha. Sounds like a lot, but it's no different than Rhysand being the good guy all along, Dorian's father being innocent and possessed, Maeve being evil but doing it for "the good".

Imagine if the Treaty Tamlin's father signed placed Spring at the gate of the Human world, as a way to be their defender. It was their way to protect the humans from Valg.

Think of Tamlin being the Aethelwulf. "Noble Wolf". In old folklore, Aethewulf is a king who became a mythical legendary beast whose soul merged with the power of the land and transformed into a wolf-like creature. His glowing eyes are said to watch over and guard the borders of the realm. I'm predicting this will Tamlin's arc. And that he will sacrifice himself when Mor's land of aetherwold is discovered to be a gate to another divine world of wrathful god's and goddesses

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VIKINGS MASTERLIST

• GIF IMAGINES

+ HEADCANONS

(•) ONE SHOTS / LONG FICS

∞ PREFERENCES

★ MOODBOARDS

↛ Ragnar Lothbrok

• Being King Ecbert's daughter and Ragnar falling for you when raiding England

• Being a Valkyrie, banished from the halls of the Aesir by Odin for disobedience and sentenced to live in Midgard. You end up in a town called Kattegat and meet it's King, Ragnar Lothbrok

• Ragnar noticing how much Athelstan likes you and teasing him about it

( • ) Lay me down (1K music event)

(•) Reckless King

↛ Lagertha

• Being Harald and Halfdan's younger sibling and falling for Lagertha

(•) Eternal

+ Lagertha being in love with you would include headcanons

↛ Bjorn Ironside

• Being a young queen from a foreign country that Bjorn and Halfdan visit while traveling the Mediterranean sea together and while you negotiate with the vikings for their departure, Bjorn feels attracted to you and decides to act on it

(•) More than words (1K music event)

↛ Ubbe

• Being Alfred's twin, Athelstan's daughter, and Ubbe falling in love with you when staying in Wessex

• Being Ubbe's best friend since childhood and when swimming together one day he suddenly asks you to marry him

(•) Only the Gods knew

(•) Jealous (1K music event)

• Being Lagertha's daughter from another marriage and Ubbe falls for you, even though he wants revenge on your mother

(•) Ocean Eyes Masterlist

• Ubbe struggling to find the courage to talk to a friend he secretly loves

↛ Hvitserk

• Being there for Hvitserk when he is going through a rough phase and always arguing with his brothers in his behalf

(•) Lucky (1K music event)

(•) Wicked game (1K music event)

(•) "What the hell do you want me to say?" ; "What about I'm sorry?"

• Letter to Maddie

↛ Sigurd Snake in the Eye

• Being Sigurd's twin and always fighting him because of how bad he treats Ivar

+ Jealous! Sigurd x wife!reader headcanons

(•) I walk the line (1K music event)

• Taking care of Sigurd after he had a fight with Ivar

↛ Ivar the Boneless

• Being Heahmund's sibling and offering to take his place as a prisoner, a deal Ivar is more than willing to accept

• During battle you try to kill Ivar, but fail. He is so surprised and intrigued by your courage that he does not kill you. Instead, he takes you back to camp as a prisoner

• Being Oleg's sister and Ivar falling in love with you because you are the complete opposite of your brother

• Being Sigurd's twin and always fighting him because of how bad he treats Ivar

(•) Animals

(•) Fighting lesson

+ Ivar falling for a Princess would include

+ Ivar dealing with his rebellious teenage child would include

↛ Harald Finehair

• Being Bjorn's twin sister and King Harald wants to marry you, much to your brother's displeasure

↛ Halfdan the Black

(•) A Challenge

(•) "If you take one more step, I am going to punch you in the face" + "I love hearing you speak like that"

• Letter to Ronja

★ Moodboard ship

↛ Athelstan

• Ragnar noticing how much Athelstan likes you and teasing him about it

(•) Burning

↛ Aethelwulf

• Being King Ragnar's sister and when discussing and alliance with King Ecbert in Wessex, you notice that Prince Aethelwulf desires you

(•) Tell him...

↛ Alfred

• Lagertha managing to cheat the fates and giving birth to you, Kalf's child. Many years later when in Wessex with her, your brother Bjorn, Ubbe and Torvi, you find yourself falling for King Alfred

• Letter to Sophie

• Letter to Sophie II

★ Vikings/Medieval Scenario Moodboard

↛ Floki

★ Moodboard ship

↛Kalf

• Being Lagertha's daughter and being in love with Kalf

↛ Rollo

• Being Rollo's daughter nd travelling alone to Paris to see him, to be able to look him in the eye and talk after so long

↛ Ragnarsons

+ Being Ragnar's daughter, how would be your relationship with the boys

• Being Lagertha and King Ecbert's child and falling for one of Aslaug's sons

• All of Ragnar's sons being in love with the same young shield maiden who fights alongside Lagertha

+ The reactions of your brothers to you choosing to fight against them

+ The reactions of your brothers to you dying in battle headcanons

↛ All characters

∞ Their reaction to be in an arranged marriage with a Christian I + II

∞ Their reaction to be in an arranged marriage with a Viking

∞ Of whom they would be the most jealous of

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Imagine # 524

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If any gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

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Can anyone send in any Requests for Vikings?

I can be Alphabets, Headcanons, Drabbles, Imagines, Preferences. It can also be either SFW or NSFW. 

The character I would be willing to write for are; 

>Ivar  >Ubbe  >Hitvserk  >Bjorn  >Sigurd  >Ragnar  >Floki  >Rollo  >Harold  >Halfdan  >Aethelwulf >Bishop Heahmund >Athelstan >King Horik >Alfred >Aethelred

[obscure-imagines]

Vikings Preference: seeing/meeting you for the first time

Includes: Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar,  Aethelwulf

Ubbe: Ubbe had been looking for Hvitserk all day, so when he heard his brothers laugh he followed it. Hvitserk was standing with you at the docks, you had just landed in Kattegat and the Prince had come to see you personally after hearing that you, a foreign Princess, would be paying them a visit. Ubbe approached you and his brother, eyes scanning over you, “who is this?” he asked, looking from you to his brother. 

“Princess Y/N.” you said for yourself, “and you are?”

“Ubbe.” he answered simply, “ has my brother offered to show you around?”

“no-” Hvitserk began, but Ubbe cut him off, holding out his arm to you.

“allow me.” you accepted his arm and he led you away from his brother, a smile on his lips, “seems my brother had a plan to whisk you away for himself.”

“im not here in search of a husband.” you said.

Ubbe shrugged, “not now, but maybe i’ll be able to change your mind.”

Hvitserk: “and you are?” the Ragnarsson held out a hand to you.

you smiled, “Y/N.” he kissed your fingers.

Ubbe laughed, “Princess Y/N has been staying with us while you have been off raiding.”

“ah, so  you’re a Princess, now your striking beauty makes more sense.” Hvitserk grinned, causing you to blush. his smile widened, already falling in love with your features.

Ivar: he sat near the roaring fire, eyes fixed on you as  you danced around the room. the way you let the music move you made him smile and every twirl took his breath away.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. your eyes lingered on him every now and again too and he noticed that. then you made your way over to him, falling into the chair beside his, “tired?” he asked.

you laughed, “yes, dancing is fun but exhausting.”

he didnt say anything, just took in your features at this new closer angle, the way your dress fit you, the way you took in each deep breath, the way the fire danced across your skin. you took another look at him and your eyes widened, “oh gods! you’re Ivar!” you said in shock, realizing you were sitting next to a Prince. 

“and what is your name?” he asked.

“Y/N.” you said, looking down and trying to be respectful.

“dont mind me,” he stated, “if you really respect me and wish to make me happy, when you are ready, i would like you to dance for me some more.”

now that was a request you could definitely complete.  

Aethelwulf: He had finished his Pilgrimage and arrived in Rome. and similarly, you were there as well, your family visiting the church.

He had seen you once or twice during his stay, had noticed your beauty as you read a book or sat by a window but he had never approached you.

until now.

you were reading in a hallway when you heard footsteps, assuming it was just someone walking by you didnt look up, until you noticed they had stopped in front of you. your gaze lifted and you were surprised when you recognized it was Prince Aethelwulf.

there was a moment of awkward silence because he really had not planned on what he was going to say to you, just that he was going to approach you, and now he was stuck on the spot, tongue tied, “im Aethelwulf.” he blurted.

“i know who you are.” you said, nodding your head respectfully.

“i dont mean to have interrupted your reading, you looked very deep in thought,” he stated, “i just... i needed to tell you one time before either of us left here that you are very beautiful and i often see you reading which shows a superiority of the mind as well.” almost as soon as he complimented you he stated, “i will be going now.” and turned and walked away, leaving you shocked at what had just happened. 

[collecting-stories]

Worry - Aethelwulf

Aethlwulf (is that how it’s spelt?) imagines!! Don’t know why I’m so keen for this but there’s a real gap in the market and so maybe that’s why I’m so desperate to see something. Maybe something with an arranged marriage which neither of them really wanted to be involved with (he’s quite moody and she’s shy) but they eventually warm up to each other?

Worry - Aethelwulf

You should not have been this nervous. On the outside your nerves were appropriate, it had been months that your husband had been gone and everyone was worried that something terrible had happened. On the inside though, this nervous feeling that had settled itself in the pit of your stomach was unwarranted. Aethelwulf had gone before, he’d stayed away longer, and you had never worried. Maybe a slight concern but nothing like the anxiety you were faced with now.

Three years ago, when your family’s wealth and status were being threatened your father had made a deal with King Ecbert. Your hand in marriage to his son Aethelwulf in exchange for the continued good favor of the king. The first year had been hard. Aethelwulf took every opportunity presented to remind people that he did not want to enter into this marriage. He was never unpleasant but he had his moments of anger.  

In the beginning you had tried to do everything expected of you as a wife just to appease him but, as time went on your reason became simpler than that. It was just that you wanted him to be happy, not to avoid his angry bouts but because you liked seeing him at ease. Still, you had never outwardly showed so much emotion as you waited in the great hall with Ecbert. Your stomach felt like it had knotted itself up into a ball and you were working so hard to keep from crying that your throat felt like it was closing up on you.  

“Is there any word yet?” You asked. You were never one to speak out of turn and you that Ecbert didn’t like being addressed unless he was already talking to you.  

He turned to look your way, bother clear in his face, “Why don’t you do something useful instead of frivoling down here?”  

A handmaiden was at your side at once, already beginning to guide you out of the room before his sentence was even through his lips. You followed after her, hoping that being away from the great hall and Ecbert might be what you need to calm yourself. Perhaps, you tried to reason with yourself, you were only nervous because you wanted to appear the role of the loving wife for the king. Perhaps you weren’t truly nervous at all.  

That wasn’t the case though because even out in the garden, away from the castle, you were fretting. You couldn’t sit still long enough to calm yourself down. Every sound of footsteps had you looking to the gate to see if it was Aethelwulf’s horse.  

Just the same these three years had changed something in your husband as well though he tried his hardest to hide that shift in emotion from you. He had done so successfully. You noticed only his usual moodiness and disgruntled behavior toward you. He talked less about his regret over having agreed to his father’s arranged marriage. Mostly, Aethelwulf seemed to notice you more. He paid attention to the way you acted around him and he found himself envying the way you seemed so relaxed when you thought you were alone. He wanted you to feel that open and comfortable with him around but he knew he had done a lot to push you away.  

Even so he longed to be home. He had been gone for so long that he felt himself forgetting the way you looked in the morning, so ethereal that sometimes he would just lay in bed watching as you brushed through your hair and dressed. He imagined scenarios where he would return home to your open arms and relieved smile but knew it was too much to hope for. You would be exactly as you should in the face of the court, you were always so quiet and shy, you held up the expectations of what a Prince’s wife should be. Besides, he always reminded himself, hoping for your happiness towards him was pointless. The marriage was one of political necessity and you did not love him. How could you.  

When Aethelwulf returned home he was surprised to find that you were not even waiting for him in the hall, only his father and the other members of the court, who greeted him accordingly. When he asked after you King Ecbert was dismissive, telling him that you’d been sent out to the gardens because you were pacing about.  

Aethelwulf made his way to the gardens at once, not bothering to change from his bloodied battle gear. He could hear Ecbert call after him, and while he would usually never oppose his father’s wishes, no matter how small, he had been away from you long enough.  

You were still pacing, only surrounded by flowers instead of court officials, when you heard someone call your name. Aethelwulf had gone and come home plenty of times before. And all those times you had greeted him the same way. A kind smile in the presence of his father. There was no one in the garden but you and Aethelwulf and you took the opportunity of the privacy not to worry about how you were meant to act. Or about whether your husband even felt the same way.  

All you knew was that standing there in front of you was the husband that had been gone for months. The one who, during three years together, your indifference toward had turned to something near love. And so you ran right to him, throwing your arms around his neck.  

“Aethelwulf.” You held his face in your hands, “I was so worried.”

“I’m here, I’m alright.” He reassured though he couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. He hadn’t expected the reaction he received but he was more than willing reciprocate. He held you close to him.  

“I was so worried.” Your eyes searched his face, looking for any injury that might be visible. “Your father said you were meant to be back sooner and I thought…I thought the worst.”

“I didn’t know you worried.” It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say but he felt overcome by his own emotions and yours.  

“I have always worried,” you admitted, “but I felt like I was suffocating in it, I hated every moment you weren’t here. Not knowing if you would come home to me.” You knew it was a risk to tell him all this but you couldn’t keep it in any longer. Especially after being so scared for so many months that he wouldn’t return to you.  

“You needn’t worry.” Aethelwulf promised, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead, “I’m here now.”

“Let me take these off you?” You requested, laying a hand over the armor on his chest.  

Normally the job of undressing his armor and cleaning him would be done by slaves in the castle and after other battles it had been. He would return to you cleaned up and you would both just go to sleep. It was the same routine every time he came home but this time all you wanted was to be near him.

“I’ll get someone, it’s…” He trailed off, looking down at his dirty and bloodied gear. He didn’t want you having to see him this way. Not when you were being so receptive and open, the way he always wished you’d be with him.  

“No,” you were quick to stop him, “please I just want to be with you tonight. We haven’t always been as we should but every day we were apart I hoped that you’d come back to me for this. So that I could treat you as a wife should treat her husband.” You said, kissing him.  

It was the first time since the wedding that you had kissed him. Not a polite kiss on the cheek in front of subjects to appear the happy couple. But a real kiss, one that told him how deeply you missed him and how much your feelings for him had changed.  

“Only if I can treat you well in return.” He replied, kissing you back. You took his hand, leading him out of the garden and back to the castle.  

And so my Vikings attempts continue. 

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(y/n) stands in the top tower beside her brothers, waiting for the signal to be called for her to get to her post.

it was only time, all four of them knowing it was only time for the saxons to catch wind of the vikings taking over a christian town.

(y/n) also guessed it was about them murdering their kings, king ecbert and king alle.

ivar sits at the edge of the towers window, watching the streets below for the christian army to arrive.

(y/n) stares at the back of his head, taking in his breathing, pain filling her chest.

then take off your clothes

i’ve always known that.

kiss me.

kiss me.

kiss me.

kiss me-

(y/n) squeezes her eyes closed, shaking her head, trying to clear those memories from her mind.

how could he do that?, just days after claiming his love for her. how could allow another woman to touch him the way that girl did last night?.

that girl..............freydis, (y/n) learned her name just hours earlier when the girl had been freed under ivars command.

(Y/n) needed to ask ivar, why, just a simple question.

but not now, this wasn’t a time to feel, this was a time to fight for their new home.

“that’s him” ivar says, hood up over his face as he peers down.

“who?” hvitserk asks, moving closer to get a better look, as did (y/n).

she recognized him, remembered him from the first battle they had to avenge their father.

“aethelwulf, king ecberts son”.

just as ivar says this, two others join aethelwulf by his sides, two tall boys, but (y/n) couldn’t see either of them very well.

“oh, and he brought his own sons. like lambs to the slaughter” ivar said almost gleefully, and (y/n) casts him a look, but quickly averts her eyes when he goes to meet them.

“(Y/n)?, are you alright?” ubbe asks quietly, raising one brow in her direction.

she nods, staring out the window at aethelwulf and his sons.

“i’m fine. are we ready?” she asks, her tone clipped and tight, ready to leave this tower.

“hvitserk, let’s go” ubbe nods, but he’s not believing what his sister says until he can talk to her later. now wasn’t the time.

ivar looks over his shoulder at her, waiting for ubbe and hvitserk to leave.

“be safe” he says, and (y/n) gives him a small smile, though she was hurt, she’d never want anything to happen to him or either of her brothers.

“you too”.

“i love you”.

his words hurt her more than she could ever imagine.

“i love you, ivar” she says, slowly backing out of the room, ready to get to her post.

it was not the time, it was not the time.

later, she promises, insuring her, ivar and her brothers safety.

later.

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the first man that comes into her sight is tall, big, not easy to overpower, but judging by how he carried himself and his sword, all he had was brute strength, not the cunning ability to dodge an outward attack.

as soon as he comes closer, (y/n) jumps down from the gate, and onto him.

she knocks him face first into the mud, stabbing her large sword into his neck, grunting with displeasure.

this starts the war officially.

swords clashing, blood splattering, kill after kill.

just mere moments into battle, and (y/n) is soaked and caked with mud and blood.

three men try to corner her, she can take on the two, but it’s whitehair coming to her aid that saves her from receiving any life threatening injuries.

she pats his shoulder in thanks and returns to attacking the saxons.

thoughts of pure pain rush through her and that only spurs on her rage.

she feels herself teetering on the edge, keeping her sanity, or losing herself completely into the world of blood and death around her.

she screams out when a sword is swiped past her shoulder, cutting open her clothes, blood already pooling down her arm.

she turns and finds one saxon man, already backing away from her when he sees the look in her eyes.

he goes to speak, but (y/n) is quick to swing her sword, watching as it cuts his open mouth, his jaw falling from his skull and on to the ground, she ends his suffering by slitting his throat, more blood covering her then before.

her own, and those of the saxons.

“come out and fight! you coward!”.

she turns and finds aethelwulf not so far from where she herself stands, yelling out into the york air, and realizes he’s calling for ivar.

but her gaze is suddenly averted to behind him, seeing one of the young boys he came with struggling against one of the large vikings of her army.

the man was large, relentlessly attacking the christian boy.

(Y/n) can’t help but suddenly feel for him, a feeling she’s never had for any saxon army she was battling against.

she meets aethelwulfs gaze, and thinks of what it would feel like, losing a child you brought into war with you, only to watch them die because of your choices.

(y/n) knows its wrong, but something deep within her is calling for her to do this, she has to.

she runs full speed into aethelwulf, knocking him to the ground, saving him from another attack as she tries to reach his son.

just as the large viking goes to stab him, (Y/n) jumps in the way, blocking the sword with her own.

she kicks the viking in the gut, hitting him in the nose with the butt of her blade.

she places her hand on his chest, backing him up against the wall behind him.

she turns for a moment, checking him, seeing if he’s alright, noting that the blood on him was not his own, but the blood of her own people.

“stay back!” she calls out over the screams of war around them and resumes fighting this man.

he looks confused as to why another viking would be trying to save this christian, but she doesn’t care.

he goes to hit her, but she ducks, yelling out as she drives her blade into his chest, making the man gag on his breath, falling to his knees, looking up at her with pain and questioning.

she presses her hands to his face, biting back her cry.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry”.

he falls to the ground, her weapon pierced through his chest.

a gasp of pain makes her turn around, seeing the saxon grimacing down at his leg, and she makes her way to him.

she rips the bottom half of her top under her armor and bends low, wrapping it around his wound.

their plan had worked, the rest of the saxons had made their way to the middle of the square, few people were where (y/n) was.

she stand up once she’s finished and she’s met with sincere blue eyes.

“thank you” he speaks, and his voice is calm, shaky, yet completely comforting despite this moment.

she nods, and finds herself unable to speak back to him.

“ALFRED!”.

she is almost shoved out of the way by aethelwulf barreling through to come to his sons aid.

aethelwulf scowls at the young girl, but his gaze softens once he realizes she had saved his son. that look of familiarity that she had seen so many battles ago resides in his eyes.

he doesn’t show his gratitude through words, but through his eyes as he wraps his sons arm over his shoulder, in seconds, they start to run to the square.

alfred takes one last look over aethelwulfs shoulder as the girl disappears through the mass bodies of men and women alike.

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(y/n) runs to meet with ivar and her brothers once more, but it’s the sound of ivar screaming that catches her attention.

she stops once she reaches ubbes side, comforted that he and hvitserk were alive, and that she could see ivar.

but that comfort fades when she sees ivar sitting in the center by his chariot, blood covering him and his mouth as he screams, shouts of teasing at the saxons, looking sadistic and cruel, more so than any other time (y/n) had seen him during battle.

who was this ivar?.

[honestsycrets]

Floral Fallacy I

I wonder what she’d taste like

You’ve never eaten pussy?

You’re aching for it.

A/N: Part 1/2 Gif credit to the philomaela! If anyone could direct me where to find more Aethelred gifs, that would be great. Also, this backstory is for seize the bride, I think I understand them a bit more. Obviously the smut in next chapter of this won’t be in Seize the Bride itself-- since Ivar took her virginity. No smut here but it was cute so I hope you still like it. Next chapter will have it!

Aethelred considered himself a rather well to do boy. He loved his father, took in his footseps in all ways-- but one. He found a girl that he wanted. A lovely handmaiden of his mother that enjoyed floral pursuits. She made the most beautiful arrangements and had made his mother the most beautifully woven dresses. She was truly something.

“I wonder what she’d taste like.” His father Aethelwulf dropped beside him, a hand on his shoulder as you fussed over trivial things. Aethelred glanced in your direction as you leaned up, your long twists of curled hair accentuating the curve of your ass. Aethelred swallowed sharply, looking away.

“I…” He stuttered.

Aethelwulf gawked at his son’s lack of response, scratching the back of his head. “Boy…” He starts. “...tell me you’ve done this before.”

Aethelred stutters excuses. He was busy caring for this or that-- even that his father kept him too busy in war. Aethelwulf glances over with a scratch to his coarse beard. He hadn’t done this before. He was busy preparing his son in every avenue that he forgoed one. An important one.

“You’ve never eaten pussy before?” He leans in, causing Aethelred to look away with a scowl.

“I want to eat hers.” He suggested, shaking his head in the only explanation for having not fucked your little cunt. Aethelwulf strokes along his beard, shoving his son in his direction.

“Go!” He calls. “You’re aching for it!”

Aethelred tumbled in your direction, his broad chest hitting your back as you handled a beautiful white arrangement. You stumbled slightly and Aethelred steadied you with both a hand to your hips and the other against the vase.

“Careful… my lady.” Aethelred’s voice trilled lowly.

You awkwardly laughed, shuffling back to set the arrangement down. “I’m sorry my prince. I’m so clumsy sometimes.” You say as you come back, wiping away water that has fallen on the embroidery on his chest.

“Do you have a date? For… for tonight.” Aethelred was none good at this.

“Oh, am I supposed to?” Your hands come to your plump cheeks. You accounted for it all: the celebration, the flowers, the dress and even prayed for good things to come. Aethelred shook his hands quickly.

“I only meant so I could take you.” Aethelred corrects, looking at you past a few strands of black hair that had not been combed over right. You flushed, looking down to your fingertips and out behind Aethelred to his mother. She looked at you pensively as Aethelred slipped out a flower from the arrangement, snapping the stem and setting it in your hair.

“If you change your mind,” Aethelred leans in to place a small kiss on your forehead. “You know where to find me.”

@my-little-wolfe, @seize-the-droid, @kylobien, @michaeliskindahot, @ailucascen, @huntingbears, @naaladareia

[whisperer-of-freya]

“Ubbe, my love!” You say running into the arms of your new found beloved. “They have arrived, they are at the gates!”

Ubbe wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed you on your forehead. “Do not worry, dove. I will take care of this. You stay here and look after our children.”

As he was about to turn and leave, you grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him into a loving kiss. “Come back to me, please.”

“I always do, dove.”

[lavender-romancer]

Daughter Of A King, Wife Of A Prince

Chapter Three

Bjorn Ironside x reader

As the daughter of King Ecbert you were often ignored and put to the side because you weren’t the heir but when some powerful Norsemen show up that all changes

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previous chapter 

Your brother, Aethelwulf had been away until today. He'd always been kind to you and tried to defend you against his father and his wife. But there was only a certain amount he could do. You also knew he wouldn't believe you if you told him about your father and his wife having relations.

"Are you scared?" Your brother asked when you stood outside the castle walls saying goodbye to your family. Your father was talking to Ragnar and Athelstan who was coming back with you.

"So far I'm glad to be leaving anywhere that Father is." You smiled sadly.

"I'll miss you, so will Judith. She loves you as a sister." Your brother smiled in ignorant bliss. He had no idea of the hatred you had for his wife.

"Of course. You're the only one I'll miss, brother. I will never forget how you treated me with kindness after father never did." You held his hands.

"I will always love you sister and no matter what happens, you will always be my sister." He put his hands on your shoulders. "You're a strong girl and I know you'll be alright."

"I don't know what's going to happen to me or between our between our countries but, I will not betray you." You whispered as you hugged him.

"As to your sister." He whispered. You stood back and walked to your father.

"I will miss you, my daughter." Your father hugged you close and held your head to his shoulder. "If you betray us, I will kill you. Don't forget who your loyalties lie with." You were trying to pull away from him with all your force but he was stronger than you and pushed your head toward him. "You will never be free of me or of what has happened here." He finally let you go and you nearly stumbled backwards but a strong hand behind you held you up. It was Björn. He kept his hand around your waist as Ragnar spoke with your father.

"What did he say?" Björn asked in Norse and you didn't look at him.

"Nothing just wished me well." You answered in Norse facing forward. Björn probably didn't believe you but he only gripped you close to him.

When you got to the boats you stayed close to Björn. Walking into the water to get to the boats. He lifted you up into the boat and jumped up after you. Ragnar followed soon after and you stood at the head of the boat. Looking at your brother with tears in your eyes, you gripped the boat.

Aethelwulf looked scared and his fists were clenched. His eyes were soft and sad but he seemed angry. Judith had a permanent smirk on her face and your father looked content with what was happening. Björn sat down near you and looked up at the sky.

As the boats got further from the shore, your heart was beating fast. You couldn't tell what emotion you were feeling but your pulse was too fast. Your family began to become smaller and smaller every time. Eventually, they faded and you sat down opposite Björn. Not looking up at Björn you crossed your legs and held your hands in your lap.

"What's wrong?" You looked up at Björn. It had been about two hours when he walked down to you from the other end of the boat.

"I don't know. I miss home." You raised an eyebrow and saw Ragnar looking at you.

"Well, it is home. It's expected." Ragnar commented, walking towards you with Athelstan next to him. 

"I suppose. But I also hated it." You looked at the floor. 

"You also never left. You didn't know any different, how would you not have felt uncomfortable leaving?" Björn asked, sitting opposite you.

"Why do you two know so much about it?" You frowned and Björn looked up at his father. They both seemed to have the same memory as they looked at each other and you felt like you'd done something wrong.

"We once had a home we were comfortable in. Then we left suddenly so I understand." Björn looked at the floor.

"What happened?" You asked. Björn didn't answer.

"That's a story for another time." Ragnar smiled at you.

You were awake for most of the journey and Björn respected you for that. You were so curious about the world and this was all new to you. As you got closer to the North, Björn placed a fur around you and you thanked him.

"You’ll need that. Even with the energy you have." Björn smiled and you nodded.

"Thank you." You looked up at him and he sat next to you.

"It won’t be as bad as you think. Or you may worry." He held your hand.

"I am excited. I always wanted to travel and I’m away from my father." You smiled at Björn and he grinned.

"I’m glad you feel so negatively towards him. What is your brother like, in comparison?"

"When t comes to me and my father, he’s weak-willed. He wants to be fathers prince and impress him so he can be the best future king for him. If that requires standing by whisk in abused, he finds it hard to stop it." You looked out at the sea and Björn frowned at you.

"Stupidity. The men in your past life were weak and idiotic." He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

"I can’t say I’ll miss them that much."

"What about your brother's wife?" Björn asked and you laughed.

"The whore who sleeps in my father's bed you mean? I hold no fondness for that woman." You snarled. "My brother may be a weak man, but his intentions are good, but she took advantage of that and slept with her father in law."

"Feisty," Björn laughed "I like it." He mused and you smirked.

Taglist: @bugalouie​

[imultifandomstuff]

Hey guys, does anyone know of any authors that write for Alfred Or aethelred? They deserve more love. Also, if you have any favorite fanfic writers that write for Vikings or anything else you’ve seen me write for, send their usernames in! I need more people to follow :)

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings characters + them getting sick

based on this request | Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

tagged: @demon-of-the-ancient-world; @alicedopey

In this imagine, Ragnar, Lagertha, Floki, Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar and Ecbert will be getting sick

A/N: thank you for requesting! This was really fun to write :)

Ragnar

he WHINES

demands that someone makes him soup, tea and maybe even warms his pillow or some shit like that

but refuses to sleep

stumbles through the house in search of affection

tries to stumble athelstan, who has already donned a hazmat suit

personally insulted by everyone who shrinks away from him, gets ppl sick

0/10 would not recommend

Lagertha

she rarely gets sick

i hc her as being like my mom when being sick, which means that she just sleeps a lot, drinks more tea than reasonable, sleeps again

gets up when she feels slightly better bc she has to

responsible

but also mean when sick

8/10 easy to deal with

Floki

one word. needy

Helga thrives off of making him soup and treats and coddles him

Floki loves it sm

gets wrapped into a thousand handmade blankets

so much love

no one but Helga could do it though

he gets kinda drowsy too, overthinks his life

10/10 if ur Helga, 1/10 for everyone else

Bjorn

he's a man he doesn't get sick

will not rest

will not sleep at all, out of protest

starts fights

only when he's on the verge of collapse will he let you take care of him

wants soup and tea, that's what Lagertha used to make him

but only from her

get ready to call her

2/10, uncooperative

Ubbe

self-aware king

i stan this man for being who he is and i firmly believe that he knows what to do

rests enough, drinks enough, eats enough

will melt if u show him some love

u will get angry at Aslaug for neglecting him

100/10, give him a hug when he's feeling better

Hvitserk

uh

Hvit has a bad past with substance abuse, and he doesn't know how to take care of himself

once he gets really sick, he'll just kind of... sit

you have to guide him

cooperative, but will make your heart ache for him

make him a tea, fluff his pillows

6/10, won't let you know how he actually feels

Ivar

dramatic, but doesn't let it show

firmly believes he will die, doesn't tell anyone

until the fever really hits

rambles for hours that he's 'strong' and doesn't need help

especially in viking times, the stigma around his disability lead him to believe that he has to compensate

chaotic fire gremlin, as always, but this time inefficient

-2/10 dramatic and uncooperative, pls stay away from him and send food via drone

Ecbert

sick but not sick if you know what i mean?

plays tottering old grandpa, but is definitely scheming

will trip you or similarly

ignores all advice

life is a comedy, he's the comedian that laughs at his own jokes

disowns aethelwulf when he thinks he'll die

-10000/10, you'll never recover

[fangirlings-things]

§ Vikings Preference: Their reaction to be in a arranged marriage with a Viking

I've been wanting to do this for a while now so here it is, finally!!! Hope you guys like it and let me know what your thoughts are xx

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Athelstan → The idea intrigues him. He has lived alongisde the pagans for a long while, years indeed, but the thought of marrying one of them had never crossed his mind. His conflicted mind about religion would probably be even greater, but it would get to a point where he would realize that the Gods or the Christian God to not have to decide everything in his life. That he could choose to love you, and so he would.

"You don't really believe in our Gods, do you, Athelstan?" you walked towards him, slowly, your eyes focused on his face as you did. "In your heart, you are still a Christian"

"Honestly, I do not know what I believe. What my heart tries to tell me" he looked down at his feet, almost as if he was embarrassed.

"Well, in that case" you placed your hands on his face and gently, made him look you in the eyes. "Let us forget about our beliefs and enjoy each other's company"

Athelstan smiled, and you realized he agreed to your idea when he leaned into your touch.

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Ecbert → The idea of getting married to a Viking crossed his mind years before the proposal was formally done. He was intelligent enough to know that a long, prosperous alliance would rely on something far more meaningful than a settlement. So he was the one who made the proposal, with a smile on his face and a that cleverness in his eyes.

"I want you to know, that I am nothing like the English people" you stared deeply at him, rage evident in your expression. "I am not under your control and I will never be"

"I know that" he said, smiling. His smile angered you even more and made you got closer to him, just a inch between your bodies.

"Good, because if you do not respect me, I will kill you" you looked down at his lips and then back at his eyes, incapable of helping it. "I will do it slowly, as you look me in the eye"

Ecbert smiled as he too, analyzed your features from up close. "I think we will get along just fine, my dear"

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Aethelwulf → Displease, is a word that could be used to describe his feelings towards your marriage. Despise, would fit more into the situation however. He is a true devoted christian, perhaps the most of all in Wessex's royalty. He loves his God and considers every other kind of beliefs an abomination. So when he was betrothed to you by his father, without being consulted, his anger would probably fall entirely upon you.

"This is unacceptable. My own father, to make me bond myself in holy matrimony with a pagan!" he walked around the room where you two had been left alone, to 'know each other better' had been King Ecbert's words precisely.

"As if the idea of marrying a christian pleases me" you looked him with disgust, up and down. The view was not hard in the eyes but the mind inside that body, well, it was different from everyone you had met before.

"You believe in false gods! There is only one, true god and your people is foolish to think otherwise!" he stopped walking and stared at you deeply, his dark eyes seeming to want to burn holes in your face.

"Guess we will find out who is right when we die, huh?" you raised your eyebrows at him and then sighted heavily. "For now, let us worry about the fact that he will have to spend a lifetime together"

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Alfred → He is a very open minded person. Someone who truly believes in a peaceful future between different cultures and the coexistence of pagans and christians. He would face your marriage firstly as a duty, something he must do to secure the future he is trying to give to his people and to Wessex. But as time passed, he would realize that the marriage was not built only upon responsibility. He found himself growing found of you and caring about you, deeply. Of course the Lords of the Witan would not approve such a union, but he did not care. He was the King, after all. He could do whatever he pleased.

"In the day our marriage was announced, I thought my life was ended" you caressed his face with your fingertips slowly, feeling the soft skin under it with a smile on your lips. "I thought that I would be bound eternally to a christian that would hate and mistreat me. But I was wrong"

"Were you?" he smiled too, grabbing your wrist gently and taking it towards his mouth. He kissed the region with care.

"Yes" you shivered due to the touch of his lips. "You treat me better than everyone else. You pay me attention and listen to me, even though your people does not. I don't care that you are a christian. I love you, Alfred"

The King of Wessex did not say anything. Instead, he kissed your lips hard and full of passion.

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Heahmund → He is very attached to his beliefs so to him, it would be difficult to acknowledge your Gods and marry you. Also, he has made vows of celibacy before in order to become a Bishop. So to break those vows, that would be a huge step. But if that had to be done in favor of the Church or his country, so he would do it.

"If you are a priest of your faith, how can you marry me? I have heard that you, Christians, deny yourself the pleasures of the flesh" you searched for an answer in his face, analyzing his handsome features. That was the first time you two were together alone.

"It is true, as a man of God I am not supposed to find comfort in mundane matters. But for my country, I will renounce this vow and take you as my companion" his dark eyes met yours and you sighted.

"Well, in that case, I think we may live peacefully together, Lord Heahmund" you nodded your head to him, in respect.

He smiled minimally and nodded his head in return. You both new, there would be a long way to cross before you would trust each other.

[easilyaddictedin123]

Clashing of Wilds and Blood

Part 1 : https://easilyaddictedin123.tumblr.com/post/162841562811/clashing-of-wilds-and-blood

Part 3: https://easilyaddictedin123.tumblr.com/post/163108659911/clashing-of-wilds-and-blood

This can also be read on my AO3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/11465187/chapters/25705545

A small warning for minor violence! Also shout out to @holy-minseok for the words of encouragement thank you so much!

Pt 2

You took a deep breath, settling into the warm water letting your hair billow around you. Ecbert would take many days to return and no doubt tear Aethelwulf apart for his decision. From what you gathered Ragnar was friend to the King, ally at least, and for his wounds it would be a healthy cost. The lavender scented water soothed your thoughts of Northmen with black hair and startling blue eyes. Such eyes. Feral, vibrant, challenging. Yes, challenging. What an interesting game he'd offered.

It crossed your mind to ask his father but that felt like cheating, “Where is your mind little lamb?”

Maude’s hands carefully pulled your hair out of the water to dry and plait it. You'd been acting strange since yesterday, nothing noticeable to many but to the woman who'd raised you the signs were blaring. The brush was soothing as it combed through your hair, a noncommittal hum answered her.

“It wouldn't have anything to do with the Lordship’s prisoners, now would it?” you could practically hear the disapproving look, “that'd be an extremely dangerous game for m’lady to toy with.”

“Why do you ask questions when you know the answer?” she scoffed at your tone,  “besides it's just a game.”

“Games like this tend to have fatal consequences. But you're still going to do as you please.” Maude shook her head and sighed aloud, “You're too much like your mother, she liked to play with fire too.”

“Really?” it was rare that Maude spoke of her.

“Mhm, always running about trying to push whatever limits that were set for her. “ -the tug on your hair didn't hurt as she continued the nostalgic story- “ Genoveve thought that to be a woman, a true woman, was to bring herself as high as she could to catch God's eye. For the angels to look down and know her so when she was forgiven and sent to Heaven she could speak to them as friends.”

“Do you think it worked? Sounds like she was a terrible sinner.” Maude barked out a sharp laugh at that.

“God forgives all, she would tell me, then be on time for mass on Sundays to ask for it. But if you're asking me, yes, for her sake if nothing else. I loved your mother dearly and I'll tell you what I told her. Rules in life are set for a reason. To be broken or followed who are we to say?”

You bit your lip nervously, “It's about them. They're just so different and the way they think is bizarre.”

“They're fascinating.” she tapped your arm and offered your towel, “ Be it far from me to think you won't continue to see them.”

You slipped on the deep blue dress on with its gold belt framing your hips, and slipped on your shoes. You had to tell Ragnar about his son like promised then speed of back to his son to play this imaginary chess game.

“Y/N.” Aethelwulf’s voice grated on your nerves but you stopped nonetheless and turned to face him.

“Yes, brother?” His face deepened at the title still thinking you unworthy of the status you’d been given on birth.

“A little bird told me something disturbing, my ‘beloved’ “he snarled out the word, “sister-in-law was creeping into the dungeons. It would be a true shame to your name and the name of King Aelle.”

“In that fact, remember who you are speaking at. I am not some mewling whelp and I’ll do as I please when it comes to m-” You expected the slap, you mouth had often gotten you worse, but not the force that sent you stumbling against the long table.

“Do not forget that being Father’s wild child daughter-in-law doesn’t give you full reign and you will not disrespect me. You will not go back down there, you should be punished but be thankful that King Aelle has use for you if it were I -” You cut him off spitting the taste of iron out of your mouth.

“But I am not, and do not forget that.” You let your tongue run against the busted lower lip, it could have been worse considering Judith’s ear and Aethelwulf’s temper.

You couldn’t possibly see Ragnar now with his steadfast guards to man the door to the Northman’s cage at the risk of more than a busted lip. You turned back to the hall making your way to the east wing if you couldn’t speak to Ragnar then his nameless son would; talking to him was safer too. The same guards held position at his door so getting in wasn’t a problem, the door opened and quietly enough to not disturb the sleeping man on his plank.

He looked tense even in slumbering part of you thought that he might even have slept with a weapon. You were quiet in moving to get close enough to actually see him, the light spilling in gave him a kind of foreign look almost like a stolen secret. You supposed in part that he was stolen from his land or did he come here willing you weren’t exactly sure, you’d leaned over too close to him. Calloused fingers gripped onto your arm hard enough to where you wouldn’t be surprised if it broke causing a slight yelp to escape your mouth. His eyes were still sleep ridden and for the barest of moments you wanted to see what he did before those striking eyes cleared.

Your arm would be bruised from the grip no doubt as he released it while growling something out in his language, you rubbed your wrist lightly to try and ease the burn. Ivar’s eyes slowly took in your form. Your deep blue dress, braided hair, face pinched in pain with a busted lip. He rubbed his temples fighting off the memory of waves crashing into the boat, screams of the dead reaching from the depths while his lungs burned. He instead focused on the woman in front of him that was trying to soothe the harm he’d caused.

“Good morning to you too, princess.” Despite the pain that the smile must have caused you offered him it regardless.

“It is a morning.” He gruffed not caring or noticing the nickname, his accent thicker and voice more gravelly it was a pleasant sound after a harsh morning.

You lifted up the front of your dress skirt just slightly to sit down in front of him, “So I thought to go ask your father about your name but that didn’t go as expected besides it’s not fair to our game. So shall I guess?”

“You are very much awake.” He sat up against the wall scrubbing at his face at your attitude that reminded him much of a pup.

“The sun is up and so am I, besides we’ve a game to play.” You smiled up at his still dreary face.

“Good luck.” The smirk settled onto his face that had a way of infuriating you but at the same there was something almost playful in the look.

“I’ve met people named after plants so you’re going to have to teach me some of your words.” He raised an eyebrow at that but ceded, “What’s the word for sky?”

“Himmel.” The word rolled off his tongue with ease unlike the choppiness that cut through the air when he spoke to you.

After a few hours of playing with various words and names he was becoming more and more entertained at the frustration nearly erupting from your bones. You hadn’t stomped your foot like a child although you wanted nothing more. It was his fault. His smug face. Arrogant look in his eyes. Teasing grin when you got it wrong. It was his fault and it was maddening and enticing. It was keeping you from noticing the time flowing by until the door opened and you leapt under the plank in the only dark spot you knew, keeping safe behind the shield of his legs hanging over the side.

Ivar scowled at the walking crypt that held his mid-day feast. Roast, potatoes, carrots and breads. She also sat down a pitcher and two glasses. Maude looked over the boy with a critical eye taking in everything from how he sat, the lines of displeasure seated on his face and the tightening of his hands on the plank edge. Even more the spread of dark blue peeking into the sunlight from under the dark of the plank.

“Next time you decide to hid little lamb don’t leave your dress edge in the way.” She listened to you groan and crawl halfway out to turn onto your back.

“You could find dirt in the snow.” Ivar looked at you while you accused the woman, he had to admit to the sight below him.

Your hair had loosened but not fallen out of it’s braid as you lay upon the ground, the sun splashing on your face lighting it up to let shadows play down your collar bone and the valley between your breasts that looked close to falling out of the dress. It had been tugged down by your flinging and flopping about.

You could feel the gaze on you yet it wasn’t as calculating as it was when you were learning various words to try and put one to his name, this felt close to appraising in nature. You finally tilted your head to face him, a brilliant smile on your face there was no seduction in your eyes. No lying. It was new and terrifying to him at the same time. Despite your busted lip or maybe because of it there was a kind of otherworldly glow on your skin and twining through your hair. The sun. He blamed it on the sun. There was no other reason he looked. No other reason.

Despite being an ocean and more away he could swear that there was a part of him that was rolling its eyes and looking suspiciously like Ubbe, he was brought out of the musing by a sharp clearing of a throat. The old woman had a ferociously grim look set on her aged appearance, Y/N jumped too maybe she was looking just as intensely?

“Your food m’lady to share with your” -Maude tried to find a word besides prisoner- “Your guest.”

“Thank you, Maude.” The voice was dismissive as you glared at the woman trying to get her out of the room faster.

Maude was hesitant to leave. She’d seen it. That pass of emotions slipping from person to person. It was new and breaching but it was there, Genoveve looked at the King Aelle once like there. As if there was something like an ember in the other, something capturing the hooks of her mistress’ being to drag her down into the darkness and crush her. The prisoner being a heathen or not. There was something else though in his that wasn’t in the King’s, where King Aelle had been deceptive interest, this blue gaze was cautious interest. That made it all the more dangerous.

“I’ll be back within the hour.” It sounded more like a warning than an assurance.

You finally twisted and twined further from the plank and Ivar resisted the urge to choke at the motion jostling you back and forth with your groan of frustration. He blamed it on being in four walls with nothing but his own mind, he didn’t want to admit to the voice that had yesterday called him a liar now saying that you weren’t bad company. Christian aside, a faith that you didn’t seem truly committed to in the first place, there might be something hypnotic.

“Seems like Maude tracked me down again.” You scoffed brushing off the dirt from your dress, “ She was always good at it.”

You walked over to sit next to him offering him half the plate, he hadn’t been fed since they’d dragged him away, and the pitcher next to you with what smelled like sweet wine. He tore into the roast while you poured the wine and offered it. He took a gulp and scrunched his nose at the taste making you laugh.

“Why do you drink this? It taste rotten. No ale.” That made you snicker and shake your head.

“No ale.” His lips tugged downwards at the revelation but still continued to eat around your hands that grabbed for food; the quiet wasn’t deafening, it wasn’t uncomfortable, there was a serenity in the occasional snort of impatience.

A glance from the rim of the cup that splashed against your tongue with sweetness nearly made you gag, you couldn’t smother the laughter that escaped when you swiftly gulped down the rest of the wine. Ivar had made slight mess of himself, the gravy sticking to his fingers and where they touched on his cheeks. He looked childish, more human and less terrifying Northman.

He licked his finger still not noticing until you reached over, he jerked back with a look of suspicion, “I’m not going to poison you by trying to get gravy off your face.”

Ivar did not blush, he was a Viking, he was a warrior but regardless you leaned over and he didn’t move, the blue fabric was soft and came away dirty but you just shook it off and continued to drink. The metal resting carefully above your lower lip to not break open the wound again.

“Why did it happen?” You raised an eyebrow at the look of inquiry, seemingly lost as you sat the wine down, it stopped when a calloused finger barely brushed over your lip.

To your credit you didn’t jump instead sat slightly transfixed at how hands that were so rough were surprisingly easy with the heated flesh under their brush, “My mouth tends to get me into trouble, so sometimes I get reprimanded.”

“You’re husband?” You scoffed at the word as Ivar picked up a piece of carrot and popped into his mouth.

“My sister’s husband, Aethelwulf likes to remind me of being a bastard.” You shrugged now finding the seams more interesting than him.

“Bastard? But you’re someone at least by your hands you are, why are you hit?” You gave a half hearted shrug.

“Just because I was taken in and given position I’m still a woman, not like I can do much against it.” Ivar scowled not understanding how someone so vibrant and full of everything could hollow out in a moment to someone helpless.

“You could fight back.” He watched you wince slightly but there was appeal to the thought.

“With what? My wit, I think we both see where that leads me.” You smirked trying to brush off the grave atmosphere with a playful tone.

“What good is your God if he doesn’t protect you?” Ivar smirked at the look of confusion and thought trying to come up with something to say.

There wasn’t anything you could come up with and he enjoyed seeing the small seed of doubt settled into your mind even if you were going to brush it away it would come back, “What would your Gods do?”

“My Gods let our women fight. They’re fierce and battle with us in raids and in the wars of land. The Goddess Freyja fights as well riding into battle where her Valkyries take half of the slain to her house.” He watched wonder cross your face and there was a slight outrage in the back of his mind by how eager you were to know of a woman who could defend herself.

“She takes half of the dead? So they go to your Heaven.” Ivar scooted back to settle comfortably against the wall as best he could.

“What is Heaven?” After long explanations filled with pointed laughter on both of your causes brought him to a question, “What is sin? You Christians say it so much, but I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s an immoral act against God’s law, like lying, or stealing or killing.” Ivar derided at the idea, “ You’ll go to Hell if you commit a sin and are not forgiven.”

Before he could tell you how ridiculous the idea of such things sending one to Hel was the old woman -Maude he reminded himself- walked back in, “It’s time to leave your guest, it’s nearing feast and I’ve let you escape today’s duties long enough.”

You groaned in an unladylike manner to further irritate her, “Fine, but I’ll be back to talk tomorrow.” ,you leaned slightly over, “If not sooner.”

He watched you stand and brush yourself off, throwing your braid over your shoulder with Ivar slightly resisting the urge to see if it was soft but touching it.

“What will we talk about?” He questioned as you got to the door, Maude walking ahead of you.

“Let us talk of Sin, but until then I bid you good eve. Nobody.” He watched you walk out with the thoughts how many sins could one commit that would damn them and why would they be damned for dying well and living life at it’s fullest? He was back in his dark room, the sun having lowered to cast only an orange glow instead of the bright one that left with you, it was colder save for the wood plank that had warmth still clinging to it. The name of Nobody was confusing as well, he’d have to question it. He could see that you were almost a slave to the God but yet you were a form of royalty at the least. Regardless he was willing to contradict you and your sins.

[errruvande]

My bff, watching Vikings for the first time: Has literally one spiritual crush - Aethelwulf.

My bff, watching the scene with Aethelwulf brushing away the bee and been bit: “WOW IMAGINE IF HE HAD AN ALLERGY LOL”

My bff, literally 5 seconds later: