#Bjorn Ironside/Reader

[kaivenom]

How the Vikings men would bath with you

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Ivar the Boneless

It takes a lot to him to trust you enough to see him naked.

Due to his body, he is very self concious so previously to entering the bath, you need to be sure he will let you in.

It is sure to say this is one of his most vulnerable moments, always expecting you to run away or something.

You position yourself behind him and tun your fingers up and down his back.

Giving him massages and hugging him, trying to reasure him that you are not afraid.

Once he gets used to this time of intimacy, having baths together starts to be a more usual activity.

Ubbe Ragnarson

He got to you side and started rubbing your legs and chest with slow almost sensual motions.

Never breaking eye contact from you, even when is hand dissapeared underwater.

With a nod you invited him to join you and what started with his attempt to seduce you is now a relaxing tradition.

Your back against his chest, connecting fingers and talking about nothing and everything.

Feeling his heartbeat against you is beautiful and calming, he also feels safe while doing this with you.

Dark ambience, small candles iluminating the room.

Hvitserk Ragnarson

The first time he entered by accident and you give him the option to join, obviously he didn't refuse.

Then started to be more often, he judt likes to have you in front of him.

After his travels to Algeciras and the Mediterranean sea, he discovers the roman baths, aromatized soaps, etc.

He is like a child, sometimes splashing you while laughing.

But dont get It wrong, he always treats you like a princess.

Now, when you raid together, he always wanders around the town, trying to know if there is some roman baths or saunas.

Sigurd Ragnarson

I somehow think that he doesn't like to bath so the only way for him to get in water is with you.

He tries to stay as much as posible in the water while you wash his blonde hair but he just makes sarcastic comments, makes weird faces and that.

He tries to splash you like a revenge and you end up having a water bottle.

The only place he likes to be in water is on the lake, but ussually is to cold to be there so... big no.

Not even mentioning that in some particular ocasion he threw you there, obviously you pushed him after.

It's the most fun and risky one to bath with.

Bjorn Ironside

He obviously starts bathing a couple of minutes before you do, that's why you always tell him when you are going to do It.

He has this hope that bathing and spending this time with you will make you reward him.

Bathing in such a small place with such a man, you feel a little overwhelmed.

He doesn't tent to do anything but always wants you to rub and wash him, he finds it relaxing

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sitting Down on Their Lap

Ragnar: First he would be a bit cautious trying to work out why you chose that particular time to do that. He might get you to explain yourself and give you some playful jibes about it but would most likely play along and snuggle against you making sure to tickle you a few times, it's his duty after all.

Athelstan: His eyes widen in shock as you gracefully plop down onto his lap. He can feel his jaw drop at the unexpected weight and warmth, and his heart begins to skip beats. His whole body feels flushed and his palms begin to sweat. "Wh…what are you doing?" He'll question you but will let you stay.

Floki: He would be taken by surprise but ultimately amused by this unexpected development, as it is clear that you are just being playful. He responds by wrapping his arms around you, his fingers dancing up and down your sides as he pulls you tighter into his lap. He'll ask playfully, "Well, what have we here?"

Lagertha: She loves it when you randomly sit on her lap. It's unexpected and intimate and shows a level of comfort and trust between you both. It reminds her of how much you just want to be close to her, even if you have no idea how it affects her. It's a simple, but powerful gesture that shows your warmth, and your connection.

Aslaug: She'd be a bit surprised at first, but then she'd wrap her arms around you and give you a kiss, pulling you close to her so you're close as close could be.

Bjorn: Bjorn's heartbeat speeds up, and he glances down at you to see what you are doing. The sudden invasion of space is unexpected, but the contact sends a jolt through Bjorn as he feels your warmth. He puts his arms around you, pulling you closer, leaning his head down until his face is close to yours to kiss you.

Ubbe: He wraps his arms tight around you without a second thought, pressing you into the warmth of his chest. His hands find the curve of your hips as he pulls you even closer. Your weight is comforting and familiar like you belong there. He'll caress your soft hair, running his fingers up and down your neck.

Hvitserk: Well, he’d first laugh. Your sudden weight would catch him off guard, and the fact that you would be so silly as to plop down on his lap would be quite comical to him. He’d take that as a chance to squeeze you as tightly as he could, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you.

Sigurd: Initially surprised, but then immediately pleased. He would wrap his arms around your hips and pull you closer to him. After a moment he would gently push you to your feet and stand up, then gesture for you to sit on the couch next to him. Sitting closely together, he would wrap an arm around you and squeeze your body against his.

Ivar: A slight smirk crosses Ivar’s lips as you plop down in his lap. He wraps his right arm around you, pulling you in a bit closer, while his other hand moves down to caress you. He leans forward, his lips close to your ear, and he whispers, “I don’t mind one bit.”

Halfdan: He'd be startled and maybe a little bit annoyed at first, but he'd also find it endearing. You would likely be seeking out an affectionate reaction from him, so he'd give you what you were looking for. He'd wrap his arms around you and kiss your head.

Harald: He would wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as you sit in his lap. He would smile down at you, amused by how unpredictable you can be sometimes. He would kiss your forehead and pull you closer to him, savoring the moment.

[lady06reaper]

Requests you ask for 👀.

I shall give. Viking x Reader

Where said character(s) react to their wife having to defend their children from a bear/forest creature. And easily defeating it. Going from complete deadly killer to momma bear who's hugging her sweet children close.

Love a feral momma bear. - marshmellow

So I really only see this prompt as Bjorn and Ubbe with the kid part BUT since Ivar has a special place in my heart I'll write him with kids as well

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU FENDING OFF A CRITTER TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN

THIS IS THE LOOK YOU GET YOU AND YOU CHILDREN ARE STRUGGLING TO HAUL A BEAR CARCASS TO KATTEGAT

LIKE WHAT!?

Bjorn was definitely worried, like why was his beloved and their children carrying a dead bear? Are yall alright?!

"Wife! Are you okay? What happened?" Bjorn rose from his seat on the porch and ran over to you and your kin.

You huffed and threw the bear's head and front arms down to the ground, your kids followed suit and laid down on the ground with the dead bear.

"What happened, Bjorn, is that we were hunting and this foul, loathsome, lowlife, bear thought he could harm us. Jokes on it, we're having a feast tonight!" You roared so all of Kattegat could hear you, everyone around cheered in delight.

"That is quite a feat Y/N," Bjorn looked down at the bear and got a thought. He took your hand and led you up on the porch of the great hall, your children followed their dad up there with you. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my wife once more as Y/N Bear-Killer!" Bjorn raised your hand up with his as everyone celebrated and congratulated you. Your kids hugged your legs as their congratulations to you, you bent down and embraced them. Everyone, including the woodland critters, knew now not to mess with you, especially your children.

Out of the corner of Ubbe's eye he saw you and your children hauling a moose in a pull wagon... or at least trying to

First of all, you didn't have the pull wagon when you left so when did you come back and grab it?

Second, WHERE THE HELL DID THE DEAD MOOSE COME FROM?!

He had to do a double take on it to make sure it wasn't an illusion by the Trickster God Loki

"Love! What happened? Are you and the children alright?" You sighed and dropped the handles to the cart, the moose slid off of it to the ground. Your children were small enough to sit in the moose's antler, so sit they did, tired from helping their momma.

"I'm fine, nothing but a long soak with herbs won't fix. But this here moose is obviously not alright for it is dead, a punishment for attempting to hurt us," You stretched out your sore and tired muscles, that soak was really starting to sound good.

"Oh my brave, yet crazy wife, I'm glad you are alright, but when did you get the pull cart?"

"Oh that? We borrowed it from a farmer nearby, by the time we would've came here and back to the carcass it would've been already claimed by the wolves," you shrugged as if it was self-explanatory. You beckoned your kids over to you by kneeling and opening your arms, they ran towards you and as soon as they reached you, you picked them up in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, your very strong children and I would like a bath and a nap. Go ahead and clean the moose, we feast tonight."

You turned on your heel and walked towards the long house, leaving a shocked Ubbe staring at your back. Did all of that really just happen?

I feel like Ivar would get horny if he knew you took down a huge ass wolf (which explains the second pic)

like the first one is "Wow, my wife took down that wolf, who's almost as big as Fenrir? Damn that's hot"

The wolf slung across your shoulders was heavy, but you had no other means of carrying it, and the pelt would make a nice cloak or blanket for your kin. You walked through Kattegat with your child in tow, they were concerned for your wellbeing, but you assured them you were fine. Ivar watched as you hauled the wolf up to the long house, not bothering to get up knowing you were as strong as Freyja. You dropped the wolf at his feet and fell into his open arms and lap.

" It seems you had an eventful hunt, love," Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist, but before he could get comfortable your child crawled up into your lap, it's a good thing Ivar can't feel your combined weight, only the presence.

"Yes, indeed we did, what do you think little one? Should we use the pelt as a blanket, or turn it into a cloak?" The child pondered before saying their answer. "Blanket it is then," you kissed their forehead and let them go. "Now run along and go get Uncle Bjorn, he'll help you turn the wolf into a nice blanket." You smiled as they slid down Ivars legs and ran to get Bjorn.

"Are you alright my love?" Ivar looked over your upper body as he rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Yes, husband, nothing like a good back massage won't fix," you leaned into his touch, being comforted by Ivar was definitely something you needed right now. Ivar gave you a mischievous look through his eyelashes.

"Instead of a massage," he started. "How about I break your back?"

[entitled-fangirl]

New.

Bjorn Ironside x English!reader

Summary: With his return after helping save Kattegat from Jarl Borg, Bjorn finds himself interested in a girl who doesn't speak his language.

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She could feel his eyes on her as she moved through the crowd.

Bjorn had been watching her the entire time.

After taking back their home from Jarl Borg, Ragnar had a feast in celebration. Bjorn had taken that as a time to reintroduce himself to the home from his youth.

But she was new.

She'd been taken as a slave during one of Ragnar's many ventures across shores. Now, she spent her time as his cupbearer- he had a soft spot for the young Christian woman.

And he'd notice his eldest son's interest.

Ragnar's head lulled back with a knowing grin and waved his hand to motion her over.

She immediately stepped to him. But when he didn't hold out his cup, or even motion for what he wanted, she was confused. "Earl Ragnar?" She asked softly.

Finally, his attention set on her and in his eyes was nothing but trouble. He curled a finger in to get her to lean in. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "I want you to attend to Bjorn for the rest of the night."

Her head turned to meet his eye, but he was already anticipating her questions.

"For tonight, you fill Bjorn's cup. Not mine."

She had never done so for anyone other than Ragnar and his wife, Aslaug. And the only saving grace was that Ragnar spoke her language. No one else did.

So serving Bjorn, a man her age with no clue of her language- that would be difficult.

With another wave of his hand, she gave him a nod of her head, setting off to do as he wished.

Weaving through the crowd was more difficult than originally thought. They were all quite drunk, and bumping or tripping a man in this instance would result in a punishment.

Eventually, in Bjorn's eyeline, she could feel his gaze take her in entirely. His eyes widened as she neared him.

Her eyes finally met his. Bjorn was a handsome warrior, and she knew somewhere deep down, he had a better heart than most men. So being gazed upon by his eyes didn't bring the dreaded pit in her stomach like it would if it were someone else. 

"What is your name?" He asked as softly as he could over the loud shouts and clamor of the room.

She frowned. She bent onto her knees to be at a better level with his seated body.

"Your name," he tried again. His eyes raked over her face and he finally decided that she wasn't quite the same as the other women around them. 

She clearly wasn't born here.

"You're English," he clarified, more to himself than to her.

As the familiar word, her eyes lit up just slightly. She gave him a happy nod in hopes that he spoke English.

"A Christian?" He asked.

Another nod from her.

His lips pulled up into a smile. A genuine boyish one. "You're rather pretty."

That sentence confused her. She didn't know what he said. The word 'pretty' flashed in her mind. She had heard it before- when passing Ragnar while he spoke to his wife. And judging by the smile Aslaug had given him, or the flush to her cheeks, it was a good word.

Y/n's mind took over from there, and she stood and took off to get him a cup.

Bjorn had yet to drink a drop the entire night.

He was confused by her sudden takeoff and watched her with a close eye.

She returned with a horn filled and held it out to him, as if that was all he wanted from her.

Bjorn frowned. He hadn't planned to partake in the drinking, but if it pleased her, he'd take the cup.

Their fingers brushed, and her eyes widened.

"Thank you," he quietly said with a nod of his head.

She gave a polite excusing nod and stepped away.

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"Father," Bjorn spoke the next day. "I wish to learn English."

Ragnar's eyes widened in surprise. The Earl was never truly a surprised man, but this was one of those few moments. "Why the sudden interest?" Then his eyes narrowed and grew amused, like he'd answered his own question. His head tilted. "You want to learn her language?"

The 'her' in question was nowhere near them at the time, and still they both knew exactly who he was talking about.

"It could be helpful for… other things," Bjorn tried to justify.

Ragnar held a teasing finger up with a grin. "Fine. I'll teach you. But do not distract her from her work later."

Bjorn nodded frantically. "Of course. I would never."

He definitely would.

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A few hours after his first lesson with his father, Bjorn pretended to wander around aimlessly until he spotted her.

She was sitting over a fire, tending to a small pan over the flames.

The sun was beginning to set and night would soon near.

Bjorn's steps stopped across from her, the only separation now being the fire. He bent down to look her in the eyes. He watched as her own eyes widened but she said nothing. Perhaps she waited for a command- one that he'd never make.

He took his time, took a deep breath, and tried to remember what his father had just taught him only an hour before. "H-Hello," he stumbled in her language.

Her eyes lit up at the sound of her mother tongue. She sat up on her knees and spoke through the flames to him, though he didn't know many of the words she said. He caught 'English' and 'speak.'

"What is your name?" He spoke with a smile. 

"Y/n," she happily gave.

He repeated it, mispronouncing it slightly. She giggled and repeated her name slowly, enunciating each syllable for him.

He tried again, knowing he failed even worse that time. He laughed and stood, walking around the fire to hear her better. Now kneeled beside her, he could let his eyes roam over her face. Her skin reflected the flames, creating a glow to her pretty eyes that had him stunned.

She repeated her name slowly and waited.

He tried, but when he missed it once again, her hand grabbed under his chin, her fingers curled around his cheeks to help his lips form the correct sound.

She enunciated her name one last time.

Bjorn tried to pay attention. He really did. But his eyes roamed over her pretty face and he knew he was done for.

Especially when a bright smile washed over her at his correct pronunciation.

He'd do anything to see it again.

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Coming Back || Björn Ironside x Oc

gifs by: unknown & @gifshistorical

Summary: Bjorn returns back to Wessex just in time for the birth of his first child with Evangeline. After being forced into marriage, it is the first time they see each other after the wedding.

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Kingdom of Wessex

“Move it!” Björn yells as he moves past servants and guards rushing around the place. Ragnar follows, amused at his son’s mood. They had just set foot back in Wessex after news came that Evangeline was expected to give birth very soon. Of course shocked, Björn wanted to be by his wife’s side when his first child is born.

The married couple had not seen each other in many months as he left right after their consummating ceremony. Although their marriage was only a political matter, Björn still cared about her.

“Ah, my son-in-law! How are you Björn?” King Ebert opens his arms wide. Björn awkwardly looks to his father before hesitating and moving closer to the King who pulls him in for a hug and a pat on the back.

“My dear Evangeline has missed your presence, but rest assured, her pregnancy has been very smooth. I pray to the God above that she delivers the child safely without much pain.” He does the sign of the cross as Björn slowly nods. “And where is she? The soon to be mother of my child?” His deep voice questions the King.

King Ecbert beckons a servant, “Take them to the birthing room,” And with that, Björn quickly follows the servant, Ragnar following suit but not before giving a look to the King.

The two walk into a hallway where they could already hear Evangeline’s cries of pain. Björn stiffened at the sound of her screams, it was his first time becoming a father so he did not know what to expect. Ragnar takes ahold of his son’s upper arm making him stop. “When you go in there, she is obviously in a lot of pain. Take her hand, comfort her. And pray to Freyja.” He says lowly to Björn who just nods before exhaling from his nose.

The servant waited in front of the door. Björn nodded and the door opened revealing his wife pacing slowly around the room. Her hands on her back as she breathed heavily. Her hair was sticking to her shiny face and her white gown slightly covered with blood. Evangeline had not yet noticed his presence in the room.

Another cry left her mouth as she threw her head back, massaging her stomach as servants press a cloth to her sweaty forehead. Ragnar stayed leaned up by the door, his eyes scanning around the room. “Evangeline…” Björn called out making the princess turn her head to his direction.

In a matter of seconds, she stormed up to him, hitting his chest a few times. “Where have you been! I have been waiting for you-“ She stopped mid sentence as she winced and leaned her head against his firm chest. “Because of you, I seem to be fighting against a demon inside my stomach!” She fumed before she turned back around and continued pacing.

Björn watched his wife in shock as she kept yelling “get out, get out, get out” over and over. He looks behind his shoulder to his father for help but Ragnar only chuckles. “Sounds like a typical Viking baby” He shrugs as Björn walks to Evangeline. He takes her shoulders, “I think you should this to the bed, yes?” He says to her with his slight accent.

“I think that is a great idea, my Prince. Let’s go lay down in the bed shall we?” An older handmaiden gently takes Evangeline’s hands and move her to the bed. Now that he was married to the Princess of Wessex, he was technically considered Prince. It sure was still new to Björn.

Evangeline laid down on the bed with her husband trailing behind, his hand on her lower back. Björn takes ahold of her hand, just like what his father told her to do, placing a kiss on her knuckles before silently praying to Freyja.

“Princess, you need to start pushing!” Evangeline screams in pain but nonetheless pushes. “What are you doing?” She says in between her yells of pain. “Praying to the Goddess Freyja, so that you safely deliver our son or daughter” Björn says as he looks her in the eyes.

She doesn’t say anything but continues to push, tears streaming down her face from the pain she was experiencing. “This baby is going to be the death of me!” She screams before she gives one final push, her hand squeezing hard with Björn’s but he did not mind.

For the first time that afternoon, the villa fell silent until the noise of a baby crying broke it . Evangeline fell back on the bed, exhausted with her eyes closed. Björn stares amazed at the newborn, his child, a daughter. The handmaiden wraps the baby in cloth before taking her to the exhausted mother.

“Look, isn’t our daughter beautiful?” Björn softly whispers in Evangeline’s ear as she slowly opens her eyes, her daughter resting on her chest as tears of joy flow down her face. Björn couldn’t stop smiling at the little human being he helped create.

“She’s beautiful,” Evangeline whispers, looking down at the baby. “What should we name her?” The Princess looks at Björn with searching eyes as he takes a moment to think before looking to his father.

“I think we should name her Ingrid. It means beautiful goddess, because I know our daughter already is one,” He smiles down at the baby, her tiny hand wrapping themselves around Björn’s finger. Evangeline’s eyes move to Björn as everyone in the room exchanges looks.

No doubt were they questioning the name of the Princess’ child as it was old norse originated. “Ingrid. Princess Ingrid. I like that name,” Evangeline says softly as Björn smiles at her and kisses her cheek.

“Where is my granddaughter!” King Ecbert rushes in and stops to see the sight infront of him. His eyes immediately soften before coming to his daughter’s side, Evangeline notices his older brother Aethulwulf standing by the door awkwardly. Evangeline carefully gives her father Ingrid as the King admires his granddaughter silently.

The young Princess beckons her older brother who takes a hesitant step forward. He moves past his father and engulfs the younger in a hug. “How are you dear sister?” He rubs her back as Evangeline lets out a breath. “I’m fine. Though rest and sleep is all I can think about right now,” She chuckles as the others around do the same.

King Ecbert than passes Ingrid to her uncle. Evangeline watch as the two fuss over her daughter as she rests her head on Björn’s chest. “Thank you for being here,” She looks up to him with a gentle smile. He says nothing but moves her closer to him and places a kiss on her forehead.

The door opened and revealed Lagertha and Ragnar. The famous Shield-maiden immediately moves to the bed where the couple laid. She engulfed Björn in a tight hug before giving Evangeline one aswell. Lagertha moves to the other side and Aethulwolf passes Ingrid to her.

“Oh she’s beautiful,” Lagertha softly says, looking at Evangeline and Björn. “What is her name?” She questions as she brushes Ingrid’s cheek. “Ingrid.” Evangeline answers with a proud smile. “Ingrid.” Ragnar nods, moving behind Lagertha to look down at the baby in her arms.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful baby,” Ragnar acknowledges with a smile and winks at the young Princess.

[gulnarsultan]

hey i don't know if u write for vikings but if u do could you write some yandere headcanons for bjorn ironside nsfw and with kids

if your comfortable

Hello dear. Yes. I am writing for Viking. I hope you like it.

Yandere Bjorn Ironside headcanon.

~ Maybe you are his childhood friend. Or someone who was captured during a raid. It doesn't matter who you are and how you met. When Bjorn falls in love, your fate is sealed forever.

~ He has a very high desire to prove himself to you. He will try to show you that he is a real man, a worthy husband. He will not hesitate to show off his talents.

~ He is possessive, protective and jealous. He cannot stand other men approaching you. He enjoys dueling with his rivals and eliminating them.

~ He has a fear of abandonment and loss. His parents' broken marriage makes him somewhat paranoid. Losing his sister at a young age is a factor that strengthens his paranoia.

~ He will provide you with furs, jewelry and anything you want. He wants you to stay at home. He will never let you participate in wars and raids unless he has to. He will make sure that there are soldiers and shield girls around you to protect you even when you stay at home.

~ (Nswf) He will have sex with you for hours when he gets jealous. He will make you scream his name. He always likes to leave love bites on your body. He is obsessed with your belly swelling with his child.

~ He tries to be a good father to his children as much as he can. He is protective of them. He will try to meet all their material and spiritual needs.

[axelsagewrites]

Bjorn Ironside*Captured

Pairing: bjorn x f!rival!reader

Kinktober Day nineteen: choking with Bjorn Ironside – you may have been captured by the enemies, but the punishment Bjorn gives you is starting to feel like a reward

Word count: 1818

Warnings: bjorn capturing you, imprisonment, fighting/sparing, not extreme violence though, making out, fingering, very slight nipple play, semi public sex, p in v sex, choking, teasing, size kink, smut 18+

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You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to turn around and meet them. His feet dragged against the dry dirt ground till he was able to lean his tree trunk of a body against a wall, his gaze still hot on your skin.

“Well, well, well,” his lips taunted, and it took everything in you not to try kick at him but with your hands tied behind your back you knew it was a lost cause. Maybe if you managed to grab his axe but no, not yet “What do we have here?” you could hear his feet begin to drag again.

The tree was hard against your back, inescapable with how they had bound your wrists behind your back before leashing you to its trunk. As Bjorn walked to stand in front of you, your eyes moved to look at an empty patch of ground, his boots in the corner of your eyes.

“My, my, your quiet now little one,” his voice gritted through your ears like a father taunting his child. He even crouched down as if to speak to one, his elbows resting on his knees as his eyes bore into your skull, “Too afraid to even look at me,”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you spat out before you could think. A small chuckle escaped his throat, “Your men fight dirty,”

“My men fight like men,” he said, as if he’d called the sky blue, “Not my fault you weren’t good enough,”

“Five men against one? Hardly seems fair,” you laughed, finally meeting his cold blue eyes. “Especially when they come into my tent when even the moon had left the sky,”

“You should have had someone on guard,” he said, standing up as if he was going to walk away.

You scoffed at his antics making him pause, “You ambushed me. Me against you? I’d be gone before you found where I stuck my knife,”

Bjorn laughed this time, a deep laugh from the pits of his belly as he sauntered back to you, “Really little bird? You think you could fight me? Me?” he repeated, gesturing to himself as he laughed which only made the fire in your belly grow hotter, “Tell you what little one. I untie you, we fight, I win, I tie you back up assuming you’re not dead by the end of it,”

You rolled your eyes as he crouched back down in front of you, “And if I win?”

“If you win,” he said, gesturing out with his hands as he looked around, “you are free. I will give you whatever it is your little heart desires,” he said, poking his finger into your chest prompting you to kick his knee to push him away.

Bjorn scowled as he caught his balance, standing over you like a hundred-year-old tree. His scowl would scare most but you just glared up at him, waiting for him to untie you, “Do we have a deal? Or do I need to fight you with no hands?” you asked, cutting off his scowl.

Silently he moved behind you, slicing the ropes making you jump to your feet, turning to face him, “My weapon?” you asked, holding out your hand.

Bjorn smirked, “I said nothing about a weapon little one,” he said before lunging at you.

While Bjorn was large and could probably split someone in half if he wished you were fast. So fast you dodged his lunge, his punches, and his kicks. As he ran at you again you ducked under his arm, running to a nearby branch. You took hold of the cold wood in your hand, pulling yourself up then swinging yourself back, kicking him full force in the chest as he ran for you again.

He was sent spiralling to the ground, a loud thump echoing his fall as a low growl came from his throat. The only thing you’d commend him on is the fact he’d yet to reach for his axe. As he ran for you again you almost got past. That was till his hand caught your hair, sending you spiralling towards the ground.

You rolled out of the fall, an ache coming from your head, but you had to keep going. You grabbed another branch, almost ready to kick again when a large hand wrapped around your ankle. You couldn’t help the squeal as Bjorn pulled you from the tree, sending you back to the dirt, this time moving to cage you in with his arms as he hovered on top of you.

“Your quick,” he panted, trying to catch his breath, “I’ll give you that. But not quick enough,” he teased, leaning down with a smirk.

When you tried to move his large hand wrapped around your neck, gripping the sides of your throat, “I’m not done with you little one,”

“What?” you spat, your hand grabbing at his wrist, “You gonna kill me? Seems like a waste of a good fight,”

“Oh no,” he said, his face moving down even closer, “I had a much better idea in mind,” he said, his hand moving from your throat to your hair, pulling your face up till your lips were brushing, “After all we have a lot in common you and I,” he said, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Like what?” you spat, trying to act like there was not a strange feeling washing over your stomach like butterflies in a cage.

Bjorn chuckled softly, “Like the fact all you can think about is me fucking you senseless,” he teased and for the first time you felt your throat grow dry and the words leave your mind, “Aw cat caught your tongue again? Let’s see if I can find it,” he said and before you could react his lips were pressed against yours.

His kiss was rough, and his chapped lips moved against yours in their own kind of battle. You couldn’t help but kiss back. You told yourself this was for survival, to escape, but the pang between your legs knew it was more than that as your arms reached up around his shoulders to pull him closer.

Bjorn groaned as he grinded his bulge against you and you gasped into the kiss at his size, “What’s wrong little one? Never been with a real man?” he teased.

“Shut up and kiss me you idiot,” you said, reaching for the nape of his neck to pull him back in but you gasped when his hand went back around your throat, “I- “

“No,” Bjorn said, cutting off your stutters as his hand reached for the waist band of your trousers, “I am in charge. Me,” he said, ripping the fabric down your leg, his hand still grasping your throat, “You don’t tell me what to do, got it?” he asked, and you did your best to nod without tightening his grip.

His grip loosened slightly, allowing you to breath in deeper but still enough to hold you down as his fingers slipped between your thighs. “So wet for me,” he praised, running a finger up your slit making you shiver.

You gasped when you felt his ease two fingers in, your hips instinctively bucking for more friction as Bjorn chuckled at your antics, “Such a desperate little thing,” he said, his lips crashing back down on yours as his fingers began to curl inside you. you moaned into the kiss as he moved his thumb over your clit, massaging your bundle of nerves as he fucked you on his fingers.

Bjorn enjoyed each noise, each whimper and whine, as his fingers worked slowly to untie the knot building in your stomach. Just as your body began to twitch, on the verge of your peak his fingers slipped out, a loud whine coming from your throat, “Not yet,” he warned, pulling his own trousers down slightly, “You’ve not earned it yet,” he said as he slipped his hard cock out from the fabric.

You only saw it for a moment, but it was thick, its tip red and angry as he moved to line himself up with your hole. He pushed it in slightly as you bite your lip to deal with the girth stretching you out. It was almost a relief when he pulled it out but less so when a loud tear ripped through the air, and you saw he had torn your top layer to get to your shift. You scowled as he pulled the flimsy fabric down, exposing your breasts to the cold air making your nipples perk up instantly.

He cupped your breast, his thumb flicking against your nub making you bite back a moan, “Such a pretty sight,” he praised, “Can’t make you fall apart you around my cock,” he added, thrusting in suddenly making you gasp as you stretched to take his size.

His eyes screwed shut as he sunk his length in, his head falling into the crook of his shoulder, “Feels so good,” he mumbled, his grip around your throat tightening as he began slow deep thrusts making your toes curl, your hands moving to grip his shoulders, nails sinking into back.

“Fuck,” you cursed, wrapping your legs round his waist making him hit new spots as your eyes rolled back, your peak quickly rebuilding.

His hand slipped between your body, his grip on your throat lessening slightly as his fingers found your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive bud. You didn’t care who might walk by or try disguise the moans coming from your mouth as you finally hit your peak you’d desperately been chasing. You felt your walls squeeze around him, your toes curling, as your orgasm washed over your body like a tidal wave.

“Fuck,” Bjorn muttered, his hand moving from between your bodies to beside your head. He pushed himself further up, his eyes scanning your frame as his thrusts suddenly sped up. You gasped, still riding out your orgasm as his pace sped up as his eyes focused on your bouncing tits, “Such a pretty little thing,” he grunted, “so fucking tight,” he gasped as your legs pulled him in deeper and he saw a new spark behind your eyes.

It didn’t take long for his own peak to hit and his seed to spill inside you. gasping and panting he let go of your neck, instead using his hands to steady himself above you as his eyes met yours, “Be honest,” he said, his voice hoarse, “you were planning on running when I’d finished weren’t you?” he asked.

You couldn’t help smiling lightly, a chuckle leaving your lips, “Maybe we are alike,” you teased, glancing down at the state you were in, “but I’m afraid I don’t think I could run if I tried,”

“Good,” Bjorn said, leaning down to place a last rough kiss to your lips, “I have far better plans for us,”

[bravo4iscool]

i started watching vikings like two weeks ago and this came to my mind😭

(ubbe ragnarsson x fem!reader; lothbrok/ragnarsson family & fem!reader)

(we’re just gonna act like they’re all a happy family and no one hates each other and everyone is a decent human being lol)

(this is also anything but canon, everyone’s alive, no one’s dead and this has like no place in the timeline lmao. this is just my delusions taking over😭. this probably will have multiple parts too (if people want that lol))

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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

you’re standing at the docks, erik on your hip and little ingrid by your side as you watch the ships slowly run into the habour of kattegat.

your daughter is all giddy beside you, just waiting for her father to finally arrive. “where is he mama? where is he?” she keeps asking, jumping up and down in excitement.

“i don’t know, baby,” you chuckle while the first ships arrive at the docks, the men leaving them in a hurry to get off. “i’m sure he’ll arrive soon,” you promise, ruffling your daughter hair.

meanwhile ubbe can’t walk towards you fast enough. there’s a big smile on his face as he keeps his eyes focused on you and the kids. he needs to take you into his arms again, he couldn’t wait.

he calls out your name when you don’t seem to notice him just yet and your head snaps up at his voice. your eyes light up when you finally see him almost running towards you.

once he reaches you he picks you—and erik—up in his arms, spinning you around. “my love,” he mumbles. “i’ve missed you.”

he sets you down again, immediately connecting his lips with your while his arms hold you close to his body. you sigh into the kiss, more than happy that your husband had finally returned.

when erik begins to squeak you both break the embrace. “look at you,” ubbe coos. “all grown up, my boy.” he takes erik from your arms and holds him up before he peppers his chubby face with kisses. “have you been good to your mama?” he asks, grinning when the baby begins to giggle.

“papa, papa!” ingrid starts to jump up and down again, grabbing her fathers clothes. “will you give me a kiss too?” she asks, her voice sweet and innocent as she blinks up at ubbe.

he looks at her and crushes down, “of course, my darling,” he smiles before he places his other arm around her and starts to plant small kisses all of her face.

the little girl starts to giggle, clearly happy that she’d gained her fathers attention. you only look at the three of them, thanking the gods that ubbe had returned home safe and healthy.

“papa?” ingrid then asks. “can i go greet uncle bjorn?” she’s giddy on her feet, looking at ubbe with those big eyes. “pleaseeeeee?”

ubbe looks at you and you give him a subtle nod. “you can,” he ruffles her hair. “but be careful, the docks can be dangerous.” his voice contains a clear warning but he doesn’t know if ingrid heard him because she’s already running off.

she’s quick on her feet as she dodges the people on the docks, searching for bjorn’s ship. once it came to her vision she let out a happy squeal.

bjorn stands on the docks, only seconds off the ship before ingrid launches herself into his arms. “oof,” he just manages to catch her, laughing when he clutches to him.

“i missed you uncle bjorn,” ingrid mumbles against bjorn’s chest, pressing her face against his armour. he tightens his arms around her, just enjoying the hug.

“i’ve missed you too,” he then mumbles. “my favourite niece, eh.” a smile breaks out on his face while he ruffles ingrid’s hair.

she giggles, “i’m your only niece.”

“that you are,” he smiles. “but you’re still my favourite.” ingrid starts to play with bjorn’s beard while he gently rocks her around in his arms. he wasn’t married, he had no kids, so he enjoyed the attention ingrid gave him.

“you’re standing in the way, brother,” a annoyed voice then sounds from behind bjorn and he turns around to see ivar standing behind him.

bjorn sighs and shifts ingrid in his arms. “there’s enough space to walk around me, ivar. don’t be such a baby.”

ingrid tilts her head and looks at the youngest ragnarsson. “hello uncle ivar.” she gives him a toothy smile, waving.

ivar only scowls and stumbles past bjorn and his niece. “do not call me that,” he hisses, not paying them both another glance. as he limps away the smile on ingrid’s face fades and she looks at bjorn with question marks in her eyes.

“why doesn’t he like me? or my mama?” she wants to know, turning in bjorn’s arms to look after ivar.

bjorn sighs again and grabs the back of her head gently to place a kiss on her hair. “you should not think about that, little one,” he softly mutters before he starts to move and walk towards his brother and sister-in-law.

-

you laugh as ingrid climbs all over bjorn’s shoulders, using his tall and broad frame as some kind of tree while your sitting back against ubbe’s side, erik in your arms. “be careful ingrid, you might fall,” you still warm her though, your eyes trained on her.

bjorn only chuckles and raises his hand to tickle her. “don’t worry about that. i’ll make sure nothing happens.” he winks at you.

“don’t flirt with my wife,” ubbe grumbles at that, still a small smile on his face.

hvitserk laughs and slightly shoves ubbe’s arm at his comment. “at that point, she’s our wife, my dear brother.”

ubbe shoots him a dead panned look before he rolls his eyes. “she’s more like a mother to you than anything else,” he huffs out a small laugh.

you slightly smirk at your husbands comment, patting his hand. “i like it that way,” you smile, standing up when erik starts to fuss around in your arms.

“you keep an eye on ingrid,” you point your finger at bjorn as you start to rock erik and make your way towards the door of the great hall. maybe fresh air would calm him down a bit.

you softly hum to your son, as you walk away from the hall a bit, just until you reach the first fields. “shhhh,” you coo at him, caressing his cheek with your finger.

but no matter what you did, he didn’t seem to calm down.

“maybe you should throw him away,” a familiar voice then sounds and you turn around to see ivar standing a few meters away from you. he’s propped up on his crouch, a permanent scowl on his face.

you let out a small huff and shake your head. “he’s a baby, ivar. he can’t express his feeling yet. sometimes crying is just easier for him,” you explain in a soft voice, continuing to rock erik.

“that’s why i don’t like babies,” he grumbles.

“you were a baby once.”

“i know.” his facial features were still tense as he stared at you, then at erik. “but i’m not a baby anymore.”

you didn’t know why ivar had—most likely—followed you out here. you knew he wasn’t particularly fond of you or your children. you couldn’t recall anything that would make him hate you but in the end of the day, that was how he was.

but even though he didn’t want you in his family, near his brothers, you loved him. he was your husbands brother. by marrying ubbe his brothers became your brothers and you loved them.

you look at ivar and slowly take a step towards him. “ivar,” your voice is soft and gentle as you speak, only erik’s little whines being audible. “why is there so much hatred in your heart?”

he freezes at your question, his eyes boring into yours. “i don’t have a heart,” he then hisses, taking a small step into your direction. “and i don’t need you to act like you care about me.”

“but i do.”

“no, you don’t,” he says, his jaw clenched and his body tense. “you’re lying. no one cares about me, except for my mother.”

you subtly shake your head and walk towards him until you’re standing in front of him. he had his head turned, staring at something behind you. “look at me ivar,” you softly demand, erik suddenly quiet in your arms.

ivar doesn’t listen to you. deep down you knew he wouldn’t but it was worth a try. so, you carefully raise your free hand, leaving enough time for him to pull back, and cup his cheek. “i said, look at me, ivar,” you say again, your voice gentle and calm, soothing even.

“why should i?”

you slowly start to caress his cheek bone with your thumb. “because i want you too see that my concern for you is genuine,” you answer, surprised that he hasn’t pulled back yet. he didn’t like being touched.

slowly ivar lifts his head to look at you, the conflict clear in his eyes. he was acting against all his instincts, against everything he knew.

a small smile plays around your lips as he looks at you. “you’re my brother, ivar,” you start. “and i love you. i care for you. whatever people might’ve done, might’ve said, you’re my family and i keep my family close to me.”

he’s silent while he listens to you, letting your words sink in. barely anyone has talked to him like that before. he wasn’t used to being at the receiving end of such feeling. he didn’t deserve that.

he swallows, “after all i’ve done—”

“i don’t care what you’ve done ivar or what you thought.” you gently pat his cheek before you pull your hand back to shift erik in your arms. “my love is unconditional. and if you never need someone to talk to or someone to listen, even a shoulder to cry on, my door is open. always.”

you get interrupted when you see ubbe walking towards you. he calls out your name, the concern evident in his voice.

“i think that’s my sign to get back inside,” you softly smile before you place your hand on ivar’s neck to pull him down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “think about my words, ivar.”

that’s the last sentence you say before you walk past him to assure your husband that you were alright.

pt.2, maybe a little series???

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Being Bjorn's Woman Would Include

-Being his woman would include a lot of things. It can also be overwhelming sometimes being with him.

-One of the things that is included being in a relationship with him is that he is so protective of you. Even in ways you would never imagine. Every time that you go with him to travel, he is watching you at all times and always makes you walk with him locking arms

-He is the type of man that loves to cuddle. So, every night when you both get into bed, he just holds on to you and almost makes you stay there.

-He loves spoiling you. Like a lot. whenever he goes out to travel or fight, he always makes sure to pick you up something. whether it is a dress or jewelry. Or even something to cook with if he passes it in the markets.

-He is such a gentle man with you. He would hate if you had gotten hurt because of him. That is one of his nightmares. He hates the thought of you in general in his watch getting hurt

-He also makes sure that you are never cold in the winter. He does not want you getting sick. So, he gives you one of his furs to make sure you do not get cold so easily.

[myocsfanfictions]

Under the Devil’s Eye

Vikings FanFiction

MASTERLIST

Selethryth, a young lady with strange eyes and prophetic dreams, is both feared and revered in King Ecbert's court. Though he sees her as a powerful tool for his ambitions, it is Ivar, the brutal and unpredictable son of Ragnar, who is drawn to her. As their fates collide, Selethryth finds herself entangled in a dangerous game where her gifts may lead her into the arms of darkness.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[fantasydreamland]

How the Viking men would look at you after inviting them to your bed

Ragnar

Rollo

Athelstan

Bjorn

Ubbe

Hvitserk

Sigurd

Ivar

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[kaivenom]

How are the viking's men when you raid together...

Warnings: small hints of suggested themes

Masterlist

Ivar the Boneless

Absolutely in love.

He is the more excited of the brothers to get you into raids.

Of course he fears about your safety but if you are with Ivar it's clearly that you know how to handle things like this.

Seeing you all covered in blood of your enemies, with weapons on your hands and that exhausted look, made him think you are a valkirie.

He gives you trinkets, even when the city has been destroyed and all the treasures of the city belong now to the vikings, he still gives you things he sees on another woman.

Sometimes you don't like how he gets after fights, becuase sadism in battles is good but tortures after that, no.

You try to reproach him about it, at first he gets angry, then he tries to be less sadist after that.

At the end, raiding with Ivar is a big adventure.

Ubbe Ragnarson

Very protective.

Expect him to be your shadow, attached to your side every second.

He kisses you after battle, he says he doesn't want to be in Valhalla without feeling your lips one last time.

In battle you both are always together, fighting in complete synchrony.

One thing he does when the battle ends that drives you crazy is kissing you. You both covered in dust and blood, exhausted from battling and he just goes to you with feral eyes, drops the sword/axe and kisses you furiously.

He doesn't like to make you gifts from the raids but instead you are the one who grants him things, he smiles like a child everytime.

Hvitserk Ragnarson

He thinks it's the best thing you both could do.

Like a vacation for the two of you, seeing new places and trying new food.

All the things he gains during the raids are YOUR things too, he gifts you everything he can.

He ussually tents to follow some jokes from other vikings about taking woman from the raids.

After seeing your face full of disgust, he never does it again, he wouldn't support seeing your eyes look at him like that again.

He always finds the higher spot on the place to spent the evening after raiding, organizing a picnic above all the bloody chaos of the under.

Sigurd Ragnarson

He doesn't like you going, he doesn't like going either.

You both only go when it's necesary because of his family.

When you are there, you both prefer to watch out the camp rather than enter in battle.

In fact, probably you are better warrior that him, so you protect him during the battles.

Being on the camp he always plays instruments to calm himself, and because of that you lay next to him and relax yourself too.

After battle he goes straight to your side and hughs you tightly, other vikings mock him about his not-so-manly behaviour.

Bjorn Ironside

He doesn't really care.

He thinks you can handle yourself, but unlike the others, that makes him let you get lost around.

He just watches you from afar with a serious face, expecting the unexpected.

A small grin appears on his face every once in a while, thinking about how badass you look.

The sight of seeing you covered in blood makes you look so desirable, he has to restrain himself from taking you right there.

You have to endure his cheater behaviour with foreign woman and getting slves everywhere.

But after battle you are euphoric and decide to put him on place.

[blakeswritingimagines]

How They View You

Ragnar: He views you as his equal, someone with whom he can find solace and comfort in. Someone who stands by his side in difficult times, he values loyalty and honesty above all in a partner, and he cherishes the moments you spend together. He needs someone who understands his duties and responsibilities and is willing to support him through every step of the way. But most importantly, he wants someone who he can love wholeheartedly.

Athelstan: He views you as an equal and a companion, someone he can trust and rely on in all things. You are his confidant, his support, and his source of comfort and strength. Together, you are an unstoppable team, capable of achieving anything you set your mind to. Your bond is strong and unbreakable, built on mutual respect and understanding. He knows he can always count on you to be by his side, and he will always strive to be the best partner he can possibly be for you.

Floki: He views you as very bold, and kind but stubborn and loyal to an admirable degree as well. You challenge him, of course, but in a way he finds endearing. A fierce and quick-witted tongue that gets you into many a predicament. A person of contradictions but one worthy of his love.

Lagertha: She views you as an equal, someone who understands and complements her strengths and weaknesses. You are an intellectual match for her and someone she can deeply trust and confide in. But above all, you are her loyal and dedicated partner who loves her for who she is, and she returns that love tenfold.

Aslaug: She sees you as a treasured companion, whose company she finds both exhilarating and comforting, a constant source of fascination and surprise. Your intelligence, wit, and grace are constantly on display but you also have the uncanny ability to see through any facade. When she's with you, she feels like she can be completely herself. You are the person she knows she can count on to always tell her the truth, no matter how hard it is to hear.

Bjorn: He sees you as... difficult. Headstrong, unyielding, and always questioning his intentions. You challenge him in ways he has never been challenged before. But there is a fire in you that he cannot ignore. Despite your differences, he is inexplicably drawn to you. You are unlike anyone he has ever met, and he can feel your presence whenever you are near. You have a strength and courage that he admires, even when it leads to your conflicts.

Ubbe: He views you as an equal, a companion. With admiration and respect, he cannot deny the natural power dynamic at play. He is a prince, after all, and it is expected that he leads. But you have a mind of your own, a fire in your eyes, and a strength that both surprises and captivates him.

Hvitserk: He sees you as brave, independent, and a bit reckless. You have a connection beyond words, you know exactly what he's thinking before he even has to speak. You are feisty with a sharp tongue but kind and compassionate at heart. He views you as a strong and beautiful individual, a true warrior in your own right.

Sigurd: He sees you as a true friend and trusted advisor, someone who is always there for him, no matter what. He trusts you completely and values your opinions and advice. You are someone he can rely on and confide in, and someone who always has his best interests at heart.

Ivar: He views you as a fierce supporter who stands beside him and brings balance to his life. That you are witty and intelligent. Someone who brings a sense of grounding and understanding, but also someone who knows how to have a playful side. A true God/Goddess from head to toe and someone who he knows he can trust with his life.

Halfdan: He sees you as his rock, his equal, and his best friend. He can trust you implicitly and he would do anything for you. Your dynamic is built on mutual respect and admiration, you uplift each other and are always there for one another in good times and bad. You are each other's biggest supporter and cheerleader. He views his partner as someone who brings out the best in himand makes him strive to be a better person.

Harald: He views you as an equal, a trusted confidant and ally. He values your opinion and takes your advice seriously. He enjoys your company, whether it be quiet moments together or thrilling adventures. He sees you not just as a romantic interest, but as a partner in life, someone who he can envision a future of ruling, fighting, and living life with. He is fiercely loyal to you, protecting you at all costs and making sure you always feel loved.

[lady06reaper]

Viking x Sweetheart reader. Who on the outside is a big sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly. Said Viking got her from a village.

Only when alone with her husband does she cuss like a sailor and scream when she wants to. Just a overall temper (Viking finds it hot tho-)

She also acts like this around her kids (if she has any) and her kids are absolutely flabbergasted to see how their mom acts outside of home. Often getting secretly slapped upside the head when they say something smart only to realize no one saw it.

- Marshmellow (bit of a crackfic lol)

ya know, this the OPPOSITE of me, I'll cuss anytime, it's only when I'm alone I'm a total "sweetheart"

NSFW lines are slashed, the rest is SFW besides the cussing

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU HAVING THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR

Bjorn wouldn't know it was coming, you were the sweet and doting wife, helping neighbors and playing with the local children

Your were a delicate flower in his eyes, but he knew you could hold your own when need be

Until you came home and slammed your dagger into the table where he was eating

"That mother fucking no tits asshole of a cunt! Who the hell does she think she is?! Talking about my damn husband in that fucking manner!"

his hand stopped mid path to his opened mouth, his eyebrows rose away from his widened eyes

did he hear that correctly? or was the mead taking effect already?

he stayed like that for a few moments until you snapped at him to say something

"Your mouth, where'd you learn to talk like that?"

little to Bjorns knowledge, you had always had that vocabulary, it just only came out when you were pissed

not to mention you prefer to keep the innocent facade up in public, but that doesn't you can't flip the switch if you get pushed more than what you did that day

More occurrences like this happened, though he was prepared to just let you go and cool off

that doesn't mean he didn't help you let out your frustrations with sex either

Now he knew that this delicate flower of his was poisonous

Ubbe had a feeling that that mouth of yours was dirty, he just never witnessed it

unless you were going down on him

the feeling stayed dormant for the longest time, until he came home to the long house turned upside down

furniture was strewn across from its original places, some were broken too

You were sitting on the throne throwing daggers at a table you had propped up on its side, cussing every time the enlarged knives left your hands

"That *thud* little dicked *thud* no balls *thud* bastard child *thud* of a fucking merchant! *thud*"

he now knew his feeling was right, as they normally were

he was grateful you ran out of daggers when he reached you, or otherwise he feared one would end up in him

he didn't need no explanation, he knew that the merchant you were lewdly referring to must've tried something on you to woo you away from him, it wasn't the first time, but you were so sweet in public that you didn't want to ruin your public look by cussing the man out in public

no words were spoken as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bathtub where you and Ubbe would share a relaxing soak

Ivar knew from the start that you had a mouth, there was no way you were as innocent as you portrayed

there was always two sides to sword, he just hasn't seen your sharper, more deadlier side

until he about took your blade to his throat when he approached you in the woods while you were hacking a tree with your sword

"What's the matter my dove?" Ivar cocked his head to the side.

"That god damn fish fucking tree humping shit eating whore of woman your brother keeps closely by his side! Bitch tried to say my form was wrong during training!"

and there was your sharper edge

Ivar never understood why you kept this side hidden, especially from him

he figured it was a threat to everyone to have your meaner side out in public, and keep your softer side for him only

but Ivar wasn't you, you preferred to keep this side a secret incase you truly needed it

he thought it was hot watching those profanities drip from your mouth

like his cum did last night when you two were fucking

but, I also know that if he encouraged the sailor talk he would also receive it too, which would most likely turn into a battle of who can come up with the worst names

he liked the fiery side of you and wished you would show it more often

the villagers did not as they heard every cuss word that came out of your mouth, including the whore

[entitled-fangirl]

One and the same.

Bjorn Ironside x wife!reader

Summary: Bjorn and his wife are difficult people- and perfect for each other.

Warning: blood, fighting, couple fighting, sexual comments, etc

A/n: spoilers spoilers spoilers for the end of S3!!! You have been warned!!!!!!!!

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"They need me!" She exclaimed. "You need me!"

Ragnar ran a hand over his head in frustration before letting it turn to amusement. He looked to Bjorn and shrugged, limping off without even saying a word.

Bjorn had let his wife journey with them to invade Paris. She was no shield maiden. But when Helga offered to go, he knew Y/n would do anything to accompany him.

She was not all useless. She could cook well and had decent healing skills, but the most valuable was her knowledge of the Old French language.

She knew it was valuable too.

But when the symptoms came to light that perhaps she may be carrying Bjorn's child, all bets were off.

"I can help us, Bjorn," she begged. "Let me help for once."

Bjorn only watched as his father walked away, a bit frustrated that he was left to be the villain to his wife. He shook his head and ran a hand over his scruffy beard. 

She huffed and threw her hands up. "Bjorn!"

He finally let his eyes wander back to her before sighing loudly. "You know what I will say."

She felt like pulling her hair out. 

She knew why he was so set on her safety. The last two raids of Paris had been unsuccessful. And the thought of being unarmed- even if just to negotiate a peace- set the man on edge.

An image of his wife bleeding in the mud flashed behind his eyes and he had to physically blink it away.

"Only two of us know the language and who is to say that Sinric would be truthful? This is important, my love," she tried to reason with him.

He held a hand up. "Just because there is a talk of peace does not mean it will be set. My father is recovering, as am I. We are not as strong as we should be which means I will not risk you for the mere thought of peace."

She stepped to him and ran her hands over his chest in a calming manner. His head bent down to get a look at her eyes. Even in the midst of a war camp, they could find calm moments like this.

"They will be unarmed," she whispered. "I trust your father."

"We all do, but perhaps you have too much," he muttered as his hand roamed over her lower stomach.

It was not completely confirmed, nor would he be able to notice a difference, but his hand still roamed her womb as if a child would be born at any moment.

"What if Sinric lies?" 

"Then he lies. That is his own fate, not yours," he reasoned, leaning just a bit further down to brush his nose against hers.

She nuzzled against him and pecked his lips. "What if your father is truly ill?"

He pecked her lips again. "Then he is ill. If you try to control all of our destinies, then you are a god. And as much as I admire you, you sweet woman, you are no god."

She accepted his answer with a small sigh, kissing him again and leaning against his chest.

…

She awoke with a gasp and a strong hand clamped over her mouth.

Ragnar stood over her, sweat across his brow and his other hand clutching his stomach. He let her wake from her sleep before slowly sliding his hand from her lips.

Her head lulled to the side to watch Bjorn sleep for a moment. A man so bred for war... but asleep like this? He seemed so calm.

But with Ragnar waiting, she had to go. She carefully slid herself from her husband's hold, the two watching with bated breath as Bjorn reached out blindly to the furs in search of her. Eventually, his sleepy form gave in, and fell into a deeper sleep.

Once away from the tents and on their horses, Ragnar answered her questioning looks. "Hard to negotiate when I have no one to translate, hm?" His eyes were full of mischief despite the pain he was enduring.

To leave quietly like this without the others? Bjorn would be pissed.

…

Y/n stood between the two opposing sides: a small group of soldiers around their French commander, and Ragnar- an injured king relying on a walking stick to even stand. But judging by the look in his eyes, she would always wager Ragnar's victory in even more unlikely circumstances than this.

"He urges you to accept, Ragnar," she translates. "He says that… reinforcements are on their way to Paris."

Ragnar grins, pushing himself up and limping to her side, though his eyes never left the commander. "Tell him I know that no one is coming for them."

She begins to speak, but he interrupts again. "And tell him the offer is not enough. I seek something else with no tangible worth." He leans down and whispers lowly in her ear. 

Her eyes widen and she tilts her head to him with a questioning look. He juts his chin out, telling her to speak his words.

She could practically feel Bjorn's rage before it even existed.

…

She stood by the waterside with the widest eyes, watching as her king seemed to rebuke the gods and demand a baptism.

And she would be the only Viking witness to it- until the sound of horses made her pause and turn.

Bjorn had already jumped from his horse and ran to her side, clutching her hips in his hands and tucking her head under his chin. But his eyes were glued to his father's body being lowered into the water.

She heard a horrified grunt from Floki, the man no doubt hating every second of what he saw.

Nothing compared to the disappointment in Largatha's eyes.

Ragnar stood up from the water, his eyes bright and his mind seemingly cleared.

Bjorn cared not to stay, urging his wife to his horse. He couldn't care less about the language barrier.

…

Once back in their tent, he finally spoke. "What were you thinking?!"

"Ragnar wanted me to do this!" She argued. "You may be my husband, but he is my king!"

Bjorn's face fell at her declaration. She was right, of course. But it still hurt the same to hear it. "My father should not let you," he whispered. "Look what became of it."

She scoffed. "I am not to blame for your father's actions. He chose that for himself. I only spoke it."

"You helped him denounce the gods, my love. That is not a faultless action."

"Bjorn-"

"I understand why you did it. I do. I understand every moment of this except," his voice hushed as his eyes set on her, "you did not dare to wake me to accompany you."

He was clearly hurt by that part the most. His father was on his death bed, Bjorn had to become the next leader, and now his wife had lost a piece of his trust. 

"I only did what Ragnar wanted. Do not act as if you would not do the same, Bjorn!"

The silence settled between them and he finally gave a nod. "You are right. I would."

He moved passed her and out from the tent, a small gust of wind chilling her as he did so.

…

Ragnar was dead.

Bjorn sat outside of the tent that held his body. The coffin Floki made laid out beautifully. A final boat for a King. 

Each individual made their final heartfelt goodbyes inside the tent, but Bjorn stayed outside of it with unshed tears in his eyes.

Y/n wordlessly stepped behind his sitting body and began to rub his shoulders. It was instinct, a comforting motion to the formidable man. 

He leaned into each sweep of her hands, letting the tension in his body go.

Even for a man mourning, he had a lot.

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the back of his ear, knowing better than to speak. The two had not yet completed their argument, but it could be paused for this. 

The two stayed there until Rollo finally stepped from the tent with a clenched jaw and a defeated expression.

"Are you sure about this?" She finally whispered to him.

He placed a hand over hers, his palm engulfing her hand. "It is what he wanted."

…

When Bjorn and the other warriors returned with blood coating their shields and swords after what should have been a calm passing of Ragnar's body, Y/n was enraged.

Bjorn stepped into camp with the others, a victorious smile across his face and a hunger for blood still in his body. When he saw his wife, he dropped everything in his hands and held his arms out in expectancy.

She ran to him, stopped right before him, and angrily shoved him with all of her might.

The shove only threw him off balance and one step back corrected it. His head tilted in amusement. "Are you done?"

She scoffed, shoving him again and again, though he now stepped forward with each one, making her the one to step back with every shove she gave him. "Stupid man." Shove. "I hate you!" Shove. "Lying," Shove. "Bastard."

His hands encased her wrists, forcing her palms against his chest. He dipped his head down and kissed her forehead. "If our child grows as much heart as you, I will be one lucky man."

Even more angry that he was not affected by her attempts, she grunted and tried to pull her hands away to no avail.

He smiled and tightened his grip. "You may be my wife, but Ragnar is my king."

"Do not use my words against me!" She exclaimed. 

"I am only pointing out its flaws," he began to laugh. "Now, give me a kiss."

"No," she scoffed. 

He tugged her closer and his voice lowered. "I fight a battle. I bring you spoils. I live another day with you. Give me a kiss."

She sighed and gave in, leaning up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Before their lips join, she mutters, "If I was a shield-maiden-"

Bjorn suddenly leans down, throwing her over his shoulder and holding her legs against his chest now. "What would you do then?"

She squeaked and pushed at his back, stuck watching the camp pass by as he walked her back to their tent.

"No," he urges. "What would you do?" She didn't answer again, and he playfully swats her arse, laughing when she squeaks again. "I asked a question."

"You do not want to know, Bjorn Ironside," she finally answers.

He brushes the flaps of the tent open and lowers her to their cot, furs spread across it to catch her. "No, I do," he further teases. He crawls over her, forcing her hands against the bed. His eyes take her in, seemingly devouring her. "I want to know."

She forces a long breath to brave her words. "I would ride you until the morning."

His brows shoot up, his playful anger now turned from shock to lust. "Would you?"

She leans up and brushes her nose with his. "I would."

He smiles, grabs her hips, and rolls the pair in bed until he's the one on his back and she now sits above him. His hands knead her hips over her clothes. "There is nothing stopping you from doing so now."

The things she'd do for that cheeky grin.

.......................................

[master-muffinn]

Netflix Vikings, random relationship

Ragnar, Bjorn, Floki x g/n reader

Hello! There's not enough fanfiction of the Vikings series so i thought of making these! I hope you like them too! ^^

Ragnar

🪓 He is very protective over you and takes your safety very seriously! You’re important to him and he would gladly take an arrow for you! 

🪓 Ragnar is not really the ‘jealous’ type so you can talk and become friends with anyone in Kattegatt. He trusts you, but he is a pretty curious person so he might ask you what you were talking about? He wants to know too! Is it something interesting? :O

🪓 If you are interested and ask him to teach you to defend yourself Ragnar would gladly do it! But of course not without teasing you about it first. Unless you already know how to fight, then you will train with each other to get stronger together.

🪓 His love language would probably be words of affirmation. Ragnar is pretty good with his choice of words and thinking before talking in order to avoid stupid fights. Whenever you do something nice for him, you will know. He’ll tell you how much you mean to him, how glad he is to see you if you two have been a part and how f**king gorgeous you are! 😏

🪓 If you have kids, he will talk about them more than you, praise them more than you and probably love them more than you! 😅 But see it on the bright side! If you're tired he will look after the kids, “No problem love, go and get some rest! I will take care of the kids!”

Bjorn 

🐻 Is a touch starved, cuddle bug and loves any kind of physical affection! Bjorn is a big dude and holding you from behind is one of the things he does the most. Warming you up in the cold weather whenever you two stand around and listen to people talking in the crowds, or when you're home and have no work that needs to be done and you two can just lay around and cuddle. 

🐻 He also loves to lay his head on your lap and have his hair stroked. It always calms him down from a long day of work. Bjorn also got the best and comfiest bearhugs! 

🐻 Bjorn is a worry wart and constantly worries about your safety if you're not together. Sometimes he asks his mother or father (if they are nearby) if you will be alright, just to calm his nerves and mind down when they tell him: “Bjorn they will be fine!”.

🐻 If Bjorn is out in battle he is always thinking about you and that he will survive to see your beautiful face again. If you're in the battlefield with him, holy shit! He knows you're strong of course, but his overthinking ‘what if’ worry will still be there the whole time and he will be keeping an eye on you a little too much, almost putting himself in danger! It wouldn’t surprise me if you saved his ass instead. Probably what many of your fights are going to be about. But he loves you! Can you blame him?  

🐻 Totally would give you his food if you're hungry <3 “No I don't mind, your health is important to me! I will manage, please have some!" 

Floki

🛠️ Will often confuse you because Floki changes his mind easily, he has probably decision anxiety sometimes. He is unpredictable and you will never really know what he is thinking.

🛠️ Gift giving would be Flokis love language. Floki loves to build objects and wood carve details on his hard work afterwards, which will always leave him so proud! So everything he's making for you is made thoughtfully after what he knows that will make you happy and with enough details so that he will catch you staring and touching whatever perfect object ‘he’ made for you! ✨

🛠️ If you are down he will say funny jokes and move around, make weird faces and make himself look silly. If you still aren't laughing then he will tickle you until the room is filled with laughter! “Hihihi Oohoh y/n i sure do love to hear your beautiful voice! Your laughter fills my heart with joy! A song I want to hear for the rest of my life!”

🛠️ Of course if you're very sad Floki will sit down hug you and be sad with you until you're feeling better. Afterward he tells you how important you are to him, if that will make you happy and smile again. Floki isn't a man who will take your love for granted.

🛠️ Floki doesn't understand why you love and want him in the first place, he questions himself quite often, sadly. You have to be stubborn and patient and also tell him how important he is to you as well! But also give him time and space, because that’s what he needs.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are very appreciated <3 Have a good day/night! :3

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