#Bishop Headmund

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Ivar The Boneless x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sister!Reader Part I

Written for: @milbethmorillo Summary: After Ubbe left it’s time to bring those Saxons down. And you surly do, capturing their Bishop which turns out to quite some different conversations. Being the twin sister of Ivar ... isn’t always that easy. Words: 2456

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You smiled, looking up to the trembling sound of feet above you as those Christians invaded York like they just won a battle. The sound of the bells echoing through the streets as a whole Heathen army swirled just underneath the ground. You walked before Ivar and your brother to one of the exit points of these tunnels. You looked over your shoulder to both your brothers, Ivar was smiling, eager to get up there as Hvitserk was chuckling in the dark. These Christians needed a reminder, again. Every time Ivar had something up his sleeve and every time they walked into the trap. What a god they had for not showing them the path to insight and safety. Ivar nodded and you turned back around to the men who pushed ladders against the exit, climbing up as you followed right after them. The panic breaking loose, the shout Ivar released, you grabbed for your dagger throwing it right to one of those Christian soldiers. Until your eyes fell on Aethelwulf and the smile died away. You shoulder still wasn’t properly healed and he was the cause of that. So there was nothing more you wanted then to kill him or one of his sons. Yet, nothing else but calmness radiated on your face. They pulled your twin brother up and you looked over to him, he just nodded, throwing himself in his battle as you and Hvitserk jumped screaming into your own. Every life you took on your way to Aethelwulf you laughed, your breathing picking up as you grunted into the power in which your slayed them down. Hvitserk walked beside you, pushing you screaming against the shoulder before the both of you fought side by side on, facing Aethelwulf as he appeared. Hvitserk was the first to face him while you merciless defend him from other attackers around. But it didn’t took long for your eye fell on one of his sons and you smiled devious, fighting your way through them until you faced Alfred. You pulled an axe out of your belt in your other hand as the doubt struck down his face when he parried your first blow with his shield. But you were faster, easily using both your weapons despite the pain in your shoulder. Alfred didn’t had the experience you had but aside that he was better protected then you were. You got him down against the wall when a man kicked you away, protecting him as you fell down in the mud, grunting while looking up to the soldiers starting to defend their precious king an princes. You pushed up, slitting somebodies stomach open as you walking into the labyrinth of streets.

Finding the courtyard it was completely still. Ivar stood high up, Vikings circling around that one warrior, Headmund. You stroke the blood away from your eyes as you walked closer. ‘Y/n, give him your horse!’ Ivar commanded. Headmund  turned his head, looking at you … a female fighter. They didn’t had that, they only had male warriors so his eyes locked on the blood over your face, the weapons in your hand. You didn’t nod, they just brought the horse as you looked how Headmund sunk on his knees. You looked up to your brother who was watching him with such an intensity. Your horse was brought to him and he kissed his sword, looking how you brother laughed about it you couldn’t ignore your own smile. You looked intensely towards Headmund as he bow for Ivar before getting on your horse. You looked up to your brother as he slightly nodded to you. Headmund turned the horse around ,giving you a look before he nodded to Ivar and the battle started all over again. You started fighting, ducking underneath a sword before you killed the man easily. You turned around, facing your own horse and Headmund. One of your men grabbed him right from that horse, throwing him on the ground. He hurried up but you kicked away his sword before he even has the means to attack you. His chest is heavy as you raised your sword and pressed it against his chest, smiling as two others grabbed him around his arms. ‘Where is your God now?’ You asked, looking up to the sky as if you were looking for a God before looking aside to your brother who studied his sword. ‘HEATHEN!’ Headmund yelled. You smiled, looking aside  to Ivar who started chuckling. ‘Christian.’ He hissed between his lips and you knew by this, another battle was won. It started storming outside as you walked into the church looking to Hvitserk as he was inspecting his own body. ‘Let me.’ You suggested as he tried on cleaning out a wound on his lower back. You took the cloth over from him and turned your attention to his back. ‘Where is Ivar?’ Hvitserk asked, looking over his shoulder to you. He clenched his teeth as you started cleaning out that wound, showing not to much compassion while doing it. ‘He is probably with that bishop.’ ‘Headmund?’ Hvitserk asked sharp. You smiled on the brewing anger under his tone. Headmund did this to Ubbe, made the cut on his face, made him sail away after Ubbe faced Ivar. She wasn’t surprised that Hvitserk wanted something. ‘Something would eventually tear us apart.’ You said softly, pulling back from the small wound before looking over his shoulder into his eyes. ‘It was a matter of time.’ You followed. ‘I know Ivar was right, in all of it. Those Christians did more to us, to Ragnar then the other way around. Ubbe didn’t see that for that he is a fool.’ Hvitserk said, slightly angry. You narrowed your eyes a little, feeling that certain temper, temper you didn’t saw with Hvitserk before, not against his brother anyway. You petted on his shoulder that he was good to go, throwing the cloth into a bucket with slightly blooded water. ‘Let’s go seem him.’ You suggested. ‘Who?’ Hvitserk asked while pulling his shirt back on. ‘Headmund.’ You smiled devious. Hvitserk looked at you, nodding before grabbing his belt with weapons. You turned around, walking out where it was storming, clouds dark and angry, thunder and lighting fighting the sky. You both walked over to where some Vikings shield a door. They let you both in without questioning. To your surprise Ivar wasn’t there, but the Christian was. He laid on the floor, shivering and you slowly walked over to him, crouching down when the thunder strikes again. ‘You hear that Christian?’ You asked with a slight smile. Headmund turned his face, covered in blood and mud, exhausted he looked up to you and your smile became a little wider. You pointed up to the sky. ‘That is Thor, smashing his hammer, basking in our victory.’ You explained the sharp lighting shifting through the sky, the thunder rolling over the clouds. You face lightened and Headmund just looked while your eyes trailed down to the cross around his neck. ‘Is that the only thing your God does, hanging around your neck.’ You reached out and he grabbed your wrist, making you grunt lightly on the tight grip. ‘He is here now and watching.’ Headmund said hoarse. You lowered your head, closing in on his. ‘Looking to how you lay here? Chained? Defeated?’ You asked with a soft chuckle. ‘What is he saying Bishop? He telling you to give up?’ You challenged him. Headmund clenched his teeth, letting go from your wrist and you straightened up a little in your body. ‘The work of God is never done for that I will never give up.’ He warned you. You slowly stood up, turning around to Hvitserk who leaned against the wall with a soft smile. The thunder growled again and you lifted your arms. ‘Neither is our work done.’ You said, bowing as he did earlier on the battlefield before walking out, both you and Hvitserk laughing about his Christian ways. You were looking into that small crisping fire when one of Ivar his men came to tell the Christians left their camp and retreated. You didn’t shift your look as Ivar started talking about taking them down. To your surprise Hvitserk had other things to say. Ivar shifted his legs and you slowly looked up from the fire when he started talking about killing Ubbe and Lagertha before Björn returned. ‘You are making more and more sense my brother.’ Ivar nodded in approval. You looked back in the fire, ignoring both of them as you set your own goals. ‘Sister.’ Ivar said, you didn’t reacted and he called you with your name. Your eyes traveled up to where he sat. ‘What is it that you want?’ ‘You know what I want.’ You reacted. He chuckled leaning back. ‘Aethelwulf. You let your vengeance cloud your mind.’ He said, like you were a little girl that needed teaching. You looked down in your cup, shaking your head before smiling. ‘Don’t talk to me about clouded minds.’ You reacted back, pointing out his clouded mind when he killed Sigurd. His whole body tensed and you gave him a challenging look. ‘Why you want him dead so badly? Hmmm? Because he stabbed you? You are not dead Y/n, you were wounded, nothing more.’ His tone had something mocking and from all people he knew, he knew so well to not use that on you. ‘Ecbert gave a land away that wasn’t ours in the first place, if it wasn’t for you we would have taken it and a lot of our people would have died in their peaceful sleep. Now I want them to burn.’ ‘And burn they will sister,’ Ivar said, pulling his legs from the stones to lean forward. ‘But Hvitserk is right, what are we without a home to return to. Hmm?’ He lowered his head a little, catching your gaze. You looked at him a he shook his head, seeing the stubbornness in your eyes. ‘I promise you we will return here and you can kill Aethelwulf for all he did. But first we have to take back what is ours.’ He went on with a persistent voice. ‘You gonna kill Ubbe?’ You asked, looking over to Hvitserk. ‘You can do that?’ You pointed with your cup to him. ‘He is our brother.’ ‘And he betrayed us sister.’ Ivar snapped. You brought the cup to your lips and drank it empty before standing up. ‘Fine, we go home, we take back what is ours but I’m not killing my brother. One is enough.’ You said with a warning look before walking away, hearing the frustrated growl of Ivar as he called after you. You were still a young woman, you would have more emotions and sense then all of them together. That made you valuable but intensely stubborn. Now you made your point you could sleep in peace, desiring to go home again just as much as you desired to drive a sword into Aethelwulf his heart. Headmund was all tied up when you stepped through the darkness, listening to the conversation going between him and Ivar. Your brother got attached in a way, was it curiosity? Desire to know more? Or was it just a game? You slowly walked, looking how Headmund said to Ivar how your Gods were the work of the devil. When Ivar asked what was evil you slowly walked from behind the pillar and Headmund immediately looked up to you, his eyes fixed as he answered. ‘Slaughter of the innocent.’ He answered. ‘You slaughter when it suites you.’ ‘He who chooses to be heathen is not innocent.’ He snapped. Ivar smiled before looking over to you. You didn’t talked to him after the discussion of last night, he knew he didn’t had to. Still his eyes were a little doubtful for yours were way to calm. Headmund slowly looked back to you and Ivar chuckled. ‘What do you see when you look at her Headmund?’ He asked, following the Bishop his look to you. Headmund looked, for a very long time. ‘Tranquility.’ ‘What else?’ ‘Dedication, loyalty.’ He followed, snapping himself out of his gaze as you slowly looked over to your brother. He was looking at you with a soft smile. ‘The grounds of a good warrior, she is the best, maybe even better then me.’ Ivar explained, looking to the ground before he looked back aside to Headmund. ‘You aren’t all that different, aren’t you calm, dedicated and loyal?’ He asked a little amused. You looed back to Headmund who just rolled his shoulders and refused on answering. ‘Do you know who I am?’ ‘I do, you are Ivar, son of Ragnar Lothbrok and many there are who fear you.’ He said calm. ‘But not you.’ ‘No,’ he reacted, looking aside to Ivar. ‘I fear no man. No matter how wicked.’ He followed, certain of his piece. Ivar smiled, looking over to you as he nodded slowly. ‘But you fear her?’ He asked quietly. Headmund looked over to you, something in his eyes shifted for a small moment as Ivar started laughing. ‘Because she is a woman, a warrior like you never saw before. She may hide in the shadow of all my stories but yes Bishop,’ Ivar whispered, pulling himself over to where you stood. ‘you should fear her.’ ‘Y/n, daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok, twin sister of Ivar the Boneless.’ Ivar paused when Headmund say that and you softly smiled. ‘All those whispers, those tales about the sons of Ragnar avenging the dead of their father. You are afraid because you didn’t hear about her, isn’t it? Because she is as calm, as dedicated and loyal as you are to your God,’ Ivar pointed up. ‘I will give you the change to find out how afraid you should be, to make your own story about that one daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok.’ Ivar said, looking up to you as he chuckled. ‘You are coming on a journey with us.’ You announced, knowing Ivar his thoughts in just one look. Headmund looked away from Ivar to you, eyes flickering.  Ivar started crawling and you turned around, pausing before looking over your shoulder again. ‘I hope your God protects you against the women to, that he protects you over the sea in the land of many gods.’ You said, nodding before following your brother out. He was right all along, Hvitserk was, you needed to go back to Kattegat. You needed to lay aside all your desires to reclaim your home. With one look down to Ivar, eyes locked in a split second you knew each other’s thoughts. The identical small grin came on both of your lips as you walked outside. ‘Let’s go home.’ You whispered.

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Vikings - 5x07 - Full Moon

Ivar and Headmund’s conversations are fascinating, and the chess metaphor, though not new even by a long shot, is terribly accurate. I hope (wish) they’ll make these conversations even more deep and philosophical / theological / ideological in the next episodes ... But as Lagertha said, “the end of the world is here”, so, I don’t know how it will all pan out. Also, am I crazy or is there a super intense subtext between Ivar and Headmund ?

And in other news, Athelstan’s son is crazy, but that was expected. I miss Athelstan. He’s enjoying his afterlife with Ragnar, lucky him.

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Vikings Season 5 Episode 4 Review: Gang Aft A-gley

This week’s episode, the fourth of the season, of Vikingsis entitled ‘The Plan’ and unsurprisingly everyone has a plan. Heahmund and Æthelwulf choose to lay siege to the city of York after their initial frontal assault failed, Ubbe returns to Kattegat and makes a pact with Lagertha, Astrid makes her own choice regarding Harold Finehair and Björn arrives in the Mediterranean. Of these stories,…

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FLAMES OF DREAMS SERIES: GODS & MONSTERS PAIRING: Reader x Ivar the Boneless FANDOM: Vikings WORD COUNT: 1226

CHAPTER 1 I CHAPTER 2 I CHAPTER 3 I CHAPTER 4 I CHAPTER 5 I CHAPTER 6 I CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8: ANOTHER SOUL TO STEAL

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“Block, and attack.” Darelle found it hard to hold the heavy shield in her arms. Combined with the biggest sword she had seen, the young girl thought she would crumble under the weight of the weapon. You didn’t give her any moment to rest, attacking almost instantly and throwing blows Darelle barely managed to block. 

“Fight, Darelle!” You commanded your younger sister, your sword swinging in the air which Darelle - this time - managed to block quicker than the previous ones. In an instant the girl replied aggressively, striking you and almost managing to hit you if only you hadn’t reacted quicker than her. In an instant your dagger was on her neck; a proud smile appeared onto your face, matching Darelle’s as the two of you sat down onto the grass to catch your breaths.

“We have a lot of training to do.” You started, throwing a look to your sister from which she could easily see the determination. The girl couldn’t understand why now out of all times she needed to learn to fight; she had managed fifteen years without a single fight in her life. Of course she was no queen, hence the reason why your mother focused solemnly of your fighting abilities and not hers.

You remembered the many days your mother would command you to attend fighting lessons; out of all the memories, those ones stayed fresh in your mind. She herself had learnt the art of war, and was certain her daughter - the future queen of Essex - would need the knowledge of battle. Whenever you fought, Darelle would always sit on the grass, her eyes glued to you and your every move. To her, every move you made seemed graceful, even when your opponent managed to knock you onto the ground.

“I need to know you’re safe when we go to Kattegat. I cannot fight in peace knowing you could get hurt, and Hvitserk won’t be the-”

“What do you mean when you fight?” Darelle questioned in confusion; letting out a small sigh you turned your attention away from your sister and focused on all the people walking around. The warriors of Harald’s kingdom were fully preparing for the war, one that you were determined to fight in. 

This was not your fight, yet Ivar had made it yours. He didn’t have to command you to fight alongside him on the battlefield; the words he had chosen so carefully made the consequences clear if you acted opposite his wishes. You were sure that whatever Darelle and Hvitserk felt for each other, it was not enough to make him go against his own brother in order to protect your younger sister.

"I miss Essex so much." Darelle whispered quietly under her breath, barely able to keep the tears away. It brought her great sadness whenever she thought of her beloved home. As hard as it was, you forced the image of Essex away from your mind. Whenever you would think of your kingdom, your heart would become numb, and the tears would start flowing down your cheeks. Darelle was miserable enough, and for the sake of her you pushed the images away, assuring yourself that you needed to stay strong for the sake of her.

"I know, my sweet sister. But I promise you, one day we will return home, and we will take back what is ours." Once again, Darelle saw the all-too familiar determination in your eyes; by now she knew that your promise would be fulfilled. The look in your eyes assured Darelle that even if it cost you your life, you would do anything to make Darelle see Essex once again.

“And no heathen can stop us from doing so.”

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It was hard not to notice the large group in the middle of the kingdom, and the loud yells and screams falling from their mouths. Sharing a quick look with Darelle, the two of you walked closer to the commotion; without having to say anything, the people allowed you to pass, even though their glares showed their reluctance of doing so.

It the middle of the crowd stood Headmund, Ivar sitting right in front of him with a smug look on his face. His eyes glanced at you and Darelle for a second before he again focused on the bishop. Heahmund had a knife placed into his hands; it didn’t take long for you to realize that Ivar had decided to test him and his allegiance to him. As much as you desired it, you knew that the man would not do anything towards the new king of Essex. If he’d do so, his death would be quick to follow.

The knife fell from his hands, even though it was quickly caught by Ivar. You didn’t hear what words the two men exchanged, yet they were something that made Ivar laugh out loud before his eyes once again found you. The smile from his face fell, and with a quick motion of his knife you had no choice but to move next to Heahmund. The bishop looked at you with slight fear in his eyes, especially when Ivar handed you the knife he had just held in his hands.

“We now know that bishop Heahmund will stand with us against my brothers in Kattegat. Let us see if my future wife will do the same.” A smirk appeared onto his face, and even Harald became interested to see what you would do, even though he had barely paid Heahmund any attention before.

When you wrapped your fingers around the cold handle of the knife, a deep desire grew in you to use it against the person responsible for the greatest misfortune in your life. You stopped imagining all the possible scenarios of what would happen to you, realizing that it would bring you great joy to see Ivar’s dead body lying on the ground in front of you. For a second, Darelle even slipped from your mind, until you remembered her again when her hand squeezed yours.

Letting the knife drop, the same people who had stared at you with hatred only moments ago, let out a cry of loud roars as if they accepted you and the fact that they would have to fight alongside you on the battlefield. When they noticed your raised hand they stopped, silence taking over the whole crowd. Turning around, your eyes fell on the men and women you had heard wonders of, yet who were just as ordinary as yourself.

“People of Vestfold, I, queen of Essex, future queen of Kattegat, promise you that together no one can stand against the armies of Ivar the Boneless and King Harald Finehair. Riches and power await you, and by the time Kattegat is ours, history will forever remember the brave men and women of Vestfold.”

The loud approving yells started once again, now more powerful than before. The people seemed to forget the fact that you were a Christian, one that they days before wanted to kill. Now, their hatred had turned into admiration, and looking at the crowd, even you couldn’t stop but to form a small smile onto your face.

His eyes solemnly focused on you, Ivar knew he had made the right choice by bringing you with him. Within the next days, Kattegat would finally have the queen it deserved.

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The King and Queen of Kattegat (Vikings)

Welcome back! Here is Season 2 episode 1! :) I would also like to note that this is purely a fan fiction, and if you are under 18 this is not for you. 

Season 2

Chapter one

Ivar’s P.O.V

I was dead, but I was not dead. I was very much alive. I knew I was not home and I was in a great deal of pain from my waist down. I opened my eyes to see I was in a muddy dungeon. Not fitful for a King of Kattegat. I dangled from my legs upside down. That would explain the pain I was in.

I couldn’t even move a certain way because my legs hurt. I knew Yrsa would not allow such physical activity for me. My sweet Yrsa, hear me, I pray you are alive and well. Please hear me, do not threat or mourn me. I will return home to you. Wait for me, for the poor cripple man that I’m is useless right now. 

“You are awake…” a voice came. My vision became clear as Bishop Headunmd came before me.

“Your Grace!” 

“How good it is to see you!” 

“You would say that, Ivar Lothbrok,” he said, sitting down. 

“If you probably could be so kind as to unchain me, this is the most uncomfortable position I’m in!” 

“I don’t think that would happen!” Bishop said.

I became displeased and I knew it would take more than kindness to pursue an old friend. I began to sob, once I knew the Bishop was not convinced I sobbed a little harder including calling my beloved wife. Although I wanted Yrsa nearer now than ever. 

“Yrsa…” I cried, my tears stained my face.

“You call for your half breed wife?” The Bishop said. I gritted my teeth as a rush of thoughts traveled in my mind of what I wanted to do to Headmund.

“What did you just call her?” 

“You do not know the story of King Svend and Princess Maria…” 

“I know the story very well of my wife’s mother- the Christian Princess!” I hissed.

“Not my Yrsa,” I chuckled, “Yrsa is all Viking!” 

Bishop Headmund smirk at me, “They said you’ve grown weak because of her! You were not the monster you once were…” 

“I’m a married, happy man, but I have not grown soft!” I laughed nervously. I felt like I was in a losing battle. 

Headmund chuckled, getting up, “My God will most definitely see if you are worthy enough to live!”

He turned his back, then a giant came in half the size of me, and that is when I truly became afraid. I tried not to show it as I let out a loud scream, hoping in some way Hvitserk would hear me. I bet he is not far, he is never far from me. If not I hope my beloved Yrsa could hear me scream. Hear me roar my love.

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It was a horrible loss for us. Such a horrible loss, we lost so many men. As we crossed the threshold of Kattegat many women cried as they suddenly realized they are widows. Some children are now orphaned and eyes are glaring at me as if to say “It’s your fault.”

My heart grieved too much for Ivar. My father’s loss is nothing in comparison with this. Now I truly have no one. I have a kingdom now, but I don’t even want that without my King. Hvitserk jumped off the boat and came over to me and wrapped his large cloak around me.

“Come,” Hvitserk said softly.

By the time we got home, Hvitserk and I were holding each other up. We were tired, grieving, and pained. We both sat on the steps before the thrones and took a large sigh. 

“I might go back to my father’s kingdom, it has no leader, I will forget everything as hard as I can,” I said, sadly to Hvitserk.

Hvitserk turned to me with fury in his eyes, strands of greasy hair fell onto his face, “No, you will stay here in Kattegat, you promised me that you would always defend it, and it’s your home now,” Hvitserk whispered with slight frustration in his voice.

“Ivar was my home…” to mention his name made me cry.

Hvitserk knew my frustration since he felt it too. “My brother has caused me so much pain, but I never wished him dead,” Hvitserk said.

Hvitserk turned to me, “I’m not going to beg you to stay, but you are my sister, and I’m your brother, I’m afraid we are all that we have left.” 

I sighed, Hvitserk is truly a trickster. I know he is right. I took his hand into mine. He slightly smiled as he looked down. Now, I know my destiny, and I now have to bury my husband. I can’t do that, and I know it won’t be a grand funeral like my father’s. All of Kattegat pretty much hated Ivar. It’ll be Hvitserk and I. 

Hvitserk went home to rest. Although a part of me wanted him to stay for now I’m alone in this big house. I went into my bedroom and looked around. It felt vast and emptied. I turned to Ivar’s things and ran my fingers through his jewelry. I thought of what to put in the boat to burn for we have no body to burn. I thought of it carefully. As I picked up his necklace, I collapsed to the bed and began to sob. 

“Ivar,” I cried, “My love…” my voice disappeared and was replaced with the silent pain. 

“Oh, no…” I cried, as I fell onto the bed. I wanted to stay awake, but my body finally caved into the overwhelming fatigue I was feeling.

The true Pagans, the ones who gave all they had to the Gods, called my mother a witch. They said she could predict the future and she was always accurate. She knew everything about me before even meeting my father. Thus, her powers were passed onto me. Although, I do feel I have a different kind of gift- I see people. I see them in my mind’s eye and what they are doing at the very moment I do see them.

As I slept in my bed I saw Ivar hanging upside down and in a great deal of pain. The pain is too overwhelming for him that he begins to weep. I jolted in bed as I suddenly reached my arm out, I wanted to call his name, but I knew he wouldn’t hear me. I wept for him, but a part of me suddenly had hope. Ivar is out there and he’s alive!

I jumped out of bed, panting, I placed my hand on my heart as he pounded through my chest. I knew I had to tell Hvitserk. He will be so glad to hear this. I got out of bed, put my boots on, and made my way out in the dead of night. I ran across the street and stormed into Hvitserk’s house. 

Although I caught Hvitserk in the most inconvenient times. Hvitserk and the girl looked at me as I began to panic going to him. He quickly got up and wrapped his blanket around his waist. 

“He’s alive! He’s alive!” I cried to him.

“What?”

“Ivar is alive, Hvitserk!” 

“Yrsa,” He said, coming to me, “Shh.” I would not stop until he believed me.

“Yrsa, he is dead, please!” 

“Dear brother, listen to me!” “I saw him! I had a vision of him!” 

“What?” Hvitserk hissed.

“My mother was a witch and she passed her gift on to me!” “I can see people when they are not in front of me, Hvitserk!”

He turned and ordered the girl to leave, much to her displeasement. I hope he did not tell her he loves her. He brought me over to his bed and sat us both down.

“Yrsa…” Hvitserk slowly said.

“Ivar is dead…tomorrow morning we are going to have a little ceremony just you and me…” 

“No, no I saw him alive, but he is in danger, we must find him!” I pleaded. Hvitserk pulled me to him as I cried on his shoulder.

“My sweet sister, my sweet, sweet…” He said, rocking me back and forth. 

“How you mourn, Ivar,” he whispered.

He laid his head on mine, slightly and kissed the top of it. Hvitserk did not believe me. Not in the slightest. 

“My sweet Yrsa,” Hvitserk mumbled. Although it did fall onto my ear. I lifted myself off his shoulder and looked at him.

“Hvitserk, is there something I need to know?” I asked through my tears. I could tell he wanted to tell me something, but he nodded his head and said,

“Stay with me tonight.” 

“No, Hvitserk-”

“I promised Ivar to look after you and I know he made you promise the same…” Hvitserk said. I saw the truth in him and he was going to stick with his truth.

“Please, Yrsa, stay with me tonight,” he whispered. 

Hvitserk and I crawled underneath the covers and I felt at peace with myself for the night. Although I knew he was hiding a dark secret from me. In time, I supposed the Gods will reveal it to me. I just hope it’s a secret I would like to hear. 

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Ivar The Boneless x Ragnarssons x Heahmund x Sister!Reader

Note: For those who remember the two parts of Broken Bonds (x and x), this is a little time jump on that, setting in the current going episodes. Requested by an anon and a lot of inspiration from my side. Words: 1675

His hooves stood between the countless bodies, empty bodied from which souls were feasting in Valhalla. The grass was colored red, the mud mixed underneath weapons and open wounds. Some were still alive, some belonged to you. You loosened the grip on your reins and your horse started walking, carefully manoeuvring between the bodies of death vikings. But it weren’t only vikings, there were blue dressed soldiers from out of France kissing these grounds to. As you looked up to the sunlight you knew they were out there somewhere. Ubbe, Björn … Lagertha. You knew that what little hope they would have would drive them out of this land. Even if they wanted to fight, it wouldn’t work. Even if you wanted to fight it wouldn’t work. This was a new dynasty, a new time for a new king and a new kind of life. Every villager of Kattegat would look to those streets, scared, hopeful … maybe angry. This was the silence preparing them, they knew it already. There wouldn’t be a queen celebrating her victory, it would be a king … it would be your brother.

The people you passed weren’t looking at you. To be honest, you cared less who they were looking at. Your face was hardly a face, it was covered in the blood of your enemies and it showed hardly any emotion. You were angry, angry that it got so far. You were the only one riding in front, listening to the sound of wooden wheels moving over the streets behind you. As the great hall doomed up before you, you slowly took a grip back on the reins. Your horse stopped before the stairs as the people gathered around. And immediately his voice claimed the audience all to himself. You turned your head, looking at Ivar who shouted his name and claim on the throne. In a way you wanted to challenge him, you were his twin sister  after all, you were the only one able to do it without getting killed in the proces. As he shouted your eyes fell on Hvitserk, who was watching you like he assumed you would challenge him. You just looked away, towards the people who started to kneel down for their new king. The look in Ivar his face, the greed, the power … you always knew it would consume him one day. He had a brilliant mind but it wouldn’t take away his lust for more. He didn’t even looked at you, he didn’t even praised you for your battles. He just did what he was best in and it was probably the one thing you hated the most about him, like the whole damn world laid at his feet. You clicked your tongue and the villagers rushed aside as your horse galloped away.

As one of the better hunters you were an even better tracker. The charm of having four brothers, you grew up between the fighting and the hunting, your mother didn’t care. You followed the tracks, tracks that washed away in the rain, towards something you didn’t knew excited. You stopped your horse on a hill, looking towards a small set of sheds with people walking around. You recognized Torvi, not immediately because she was easily to recognize but because she dragged a woman fort with chains, Margrethe. It didn’t took long, even on this distance, for some of them to recognize you. And despite you saw Björn pull out a weapon, you weren’t afraid of death. Ubbe climbed onto a horse and galloped your way. ‘Sister, what are you doing here?’ He asked, looking around like he was afraid Ivar would follow. ‘Don’t look, he is to busy claiming a throne and feasting upon it. I’m alone.’ You answered. ‘What are you doing here Y/n?’ Björn asked who now had caught up. ‘Looking where you all are hiding.’ You answered honestly. ‘And what are you gonna do with that information?’ He followed. You forced your eyes away from Ubbe and looked straight at Björn, even he was careful with his words around you. ‘Nothing.’ You answered, looking back to Ubbe. ‘I swear.’ You followed. ‘What is the meaning of this, do you want to join uss?’ Ubbe asked. He sounded really hopeful, actually believing you would take that kind of a step. But you just laughed, shaking your head. ‘Who contains brother then?’ You asked him overly friendly. ‘Why are you doing this?’ Ubbe asked impatient. ‘You know he will come right? I’m warning you,’ ‘What stops me for not killing you right here?’ Björn cut you off and you hated it when he did that, he knew it. Your jaws tensed while you looked over to him. ‘Be careful, snake bites can be posionness.’ You whispered, pulling your horse his reins to the left, away from both of them. ‘That is how we all know you, like the snake you are.’ Björn hissed. Yet he didn’t raise his axe, he wasn’t planning on killing you. ‘I knew where you are headed, sure give the King my greetings.’ You winked before pushing your horse back forward. ‘Y/n!’ Ubbe called after you. You turned in the saddle to him. ‘Don’t tell Ivar.’ ‘I won’t,’ You started, looking aside Ubbe and frowning your eyebrows as you saw that Heahmund was still breathing and well. ‘I want him back!’ You pointed to the man. Ubbe seemed restless but you didn’t care. Headmund was walking over like he was still the saint those god believers would admire. ‘I thought you would be dead by now.’ You said calmly. He bow his head, like he was bowing to you. ‘God didn’t forsake me after all.’ He answered on such a tone you wanted to slap it right from his face. ‘It is good seeing you.’ You frowned on his words. ‘It’s good seeing you to Bishop Heahmund.’ You faked a smile. ‘He belongs to us now.’ Björn said. You smiled, looking down to the holy man with a soft smile. ‘I will go with her, if she promises that she won’t tell her brother.’ Heahmund said, looking up to you. ‘By the gods I swear, Ivar won’t come looking.’ You promised. Heahmund looked at you, almost through you before he nodded and stepped your way. Ubbe couldn’t do anything, neither could Björn, it was this of Ivar … and they all knew what Ivar would do.

As you walked through the streets of Kattegat you noticed the certain tension, the blue cloakes protective around the great hall. It only took you half a second to realize who was in there. ‘Rollo.’ You muttered as you jumped from your horse. ‘A viking who turned christian.’ You followed turning around to Heahmund. ‘God has many ways.’ He nodded. ‘If you try converting me I will kill you in ways God wouldn’t agree.’ You noted. He smiled, that weird saint smile and you shook your head, walking up the stairs of the great hall. ‘There she is!’ Ivar said with a laugh as you pushed the wooden door open. He pushed himself up on his crutch as another man turned curiously around. Ivar was smiling … but that smile faded as soon as he saw Heahmund. ‘Bishop Heahmund.’ He breathed between his teeth before his blue eyes went right back to you. ‘Sister, where did you find him, why is he walking so freely?’ ‘How I found him and how he is walking isn’t your concern brother.’ ‘Everything about you is my concern.’ He snapped. If his eyes could fight a war then they were fighting one with Heahmund right now. ‘Now you are king I probably need a new person to keep an eye on me, or will you still do that?’ ‘It won’t be him, I’m gonna kill him.’ ‘You are not.’ And he froze on those words. You rarely talked like this, like you challenged him, commanded him. Ivar looked back at you, the corner of his lips shook a little before he smiled, grabbing you at your neck. ‘Rollo,’ he announced, turning himself around. ‘this is my twin sister.’ He introduced you. His eyes kept frozen on you and still you relaxed, forcing your eyes away to greed what used to be a viking. ‘Y/n, always hiding in the shadows of your brothers, now I can finally meet you.’ He greeted you, eyes almost hungrily scouting your body. He tried on getting a feel over you but just as others it was a difficult task. But Rollo his interest shifted rather easy as Heahmund came to stand aside you. ‘You found Lagertha?’ Ivar asked as soon as Rollo was out of hearing distant. ‘I did.’ ‘Where are they?’ ‘You will find out soon enough brother, you really think Rollo choose your side simply because Hvitserk asked?’ You slowly turned, looking back to the Duke. ‘He will go looking.’ You promised. Ivar bite his lip, shaking his head frustrated in the process. ‘And why did you brought him back? You can take care of yourself, your the best shieldmaiden we have, you,’ he pushed his finger against your chest. ‘are my sister.’ His voice had that proud within, a proud that made you smile slowly. ‘He is our way back into England.’ You answered. Ivar frowned his eyes, looking back to Heahmund. ‘Or does the king of Kattegat wants to sit lazy on his throne from now on?’ You joked. Ivar chuckled, hanging his head as he scratched his hair. ‘If I’m right Björn will go to England for shelter and those lands. We gonna need him.’ You pointed to Heahmund. ‘What would I do without you sister?’ ‘I don’t know, kill all your brothers maybe.’ You shrugged, giving him a shoulderpet before walking away. Ivar had maybe his goal achieved, becoming king of Kattegat but you weren’t even close to yours. You wanted a certain revenge and for that you needed a boat and a way into England. The way in you already had, that only left the boat.

[mischief11things]

Ships!

A. Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane, Gary "eggsy" Unwin/Anybody, Jon Snow/Ygritte, Kylo Ren/Rey, Champagne "Champ"/Tequila, Oliver Queen/Ra's Al Ghul, Tony Stark/T'Challa, Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

F. Wow, I have honestly no idea. I would estimate between 10-12 years or so.

G. Yes, I have had one. I think my first one was Jim Kirk/Spock.

J. Ivar the Boneless/Bishop Headmund

P. Oliver Queen/Ra's Al Ghul. Oliver is Ra's willing omega consort and there are feelings of love involved but the relationship is kinda stuck. Sara comes to the league asking for help with Slade and Olive feels inclined to return with Sara even when she is refused. So he does. Without telling Ra's. Ra's is not happy. *hint cough hint*

Q. The Yu-gi-oh! fandom eventually got....boring? old? So I left.

U. Jon Snow because he is a precious cinnamon bun who deserves to be loved, protected, cared for and to have a family that loves him. The fact he doesn't completely have all of these but is still the person he is makes him extra sweet. Obi-wan Kenobi is also a precious cinnamon bun who deserves better than what he got from the universe and tried his best. He made some mistakes and had flaws but that is what made him more human to me. Magnus bane because have you not met him? Sure he made some mistakes but who haven't?

Y. The 100. Final Fantasy XV  

@lj-todd

[reddeaddamnation]

I'm disappointed by the lack of bishop Headmund fan fiction and even more disappointed by the lack of bishop Headmund NSFW fan fiction like cmon

[bryancroidragon]

I am a straight man who can admit that other men are good looking. Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is not one of them. I look at a picture of him as himself and he looks rather nondescript. I look at him as Bishop Headmund and he looks sinister. His delivery of his lines also makes Heahmund come across as more villain than hero. Yes, he is fighting against Ivar’s hordes but Heahmund seems pretty barbaric in his own way. I just can’t look at Heahmund as anything but a villain wearing a thin veil of heroism.

[princeubbe]

so? how do you think ubbe will feel about/deal with ivar killing sigurd?

I think that Ubbe will do as he does best. Put aside most of his personal feelings for the sake of his family. He knows Ivar will be leaving to do his own thing and raid all over the place. Ubbe will probably distance himself from Ivar a bit, but still be there for him because they are family. Family is everything to him. 

I believe that before Ubbe has his meetup with Lagertha (either with her in Wessex or He back in Kattegat to take more people over and perhaps make an arrangement with Lagertha for her to help him do that settlement since she is queen… she would likely approve as it was her dream as well as Ragnar’s to do such a thing.. THAT is what i think is happening in that clip… no sexing as people assume) that the attack from Bishop Headmund will happen against the brothers because i can clearly see Ubbe in some of those scenes and it is him that gets hit over the heat - obviously captured by Bishop. He somehow gets out of that situation and i think heads to kattegat then, maybe asking lagertha for more than just settlers, but more people to help defend the settlement too… since a lot wan to leave with ivar. 

it’s hard to comprehend and I went a little off course as always BUT… in the end of the day.. Ubbe will never forgive Ivar for what he did to Sigurd. He spent so many years of his life keeping those two from killing one another and he failed at that. He lost his mother, father and brother in a small amount of time and for a man that is all about his family.. and loves his family no matter what.. that is a hard thing to cope with. Ubbe won’t forgive Ivar, but he will never fully turn against him either. He will still fight for/with his brother. He will still love him.. There will be brother trust and possibly more fear there of Ivar, but there will still be love

dadbro won’t die. dadbro will resume in season 5. there will just be less sibling bitching for him to stop. dadbro might get to put his feel up a little and be a husband (AND hopefully a father)

[ceridwenofwales]

The role of Jonathan Rhys Meyers is revealed? Edmund the Martyr?

The Vikings France Officiel page says he will be a bishop. Maybe, they are mixing the figure of a martyr king with a bishop?

“Jonathan Rhys Meyers interprétera dans la 5 eme Saison de Vikings , Headmund , un évêque saxon et Bras droit d'Aethelwulf.”

I don’t speak French. But I understood that they wrote: “A Saxon bishop and right arm of Aethelwulf”.

Showrunner may have reavealed Jonathan Rhys Meyers’ character

Edmund the Martyr

@strangestviking

[flammablelestat]

That battle was actually really good. I got goosebumps watching it, and having Alfred’s speech over it made it even better. And we got the added bonus of Headmund dying so hell yeah!