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Modranect

The Request: A fiction with Hvitserk or Ubbe for the prompt: Celebrating Modranect with a newly acquired Saxon bride (I exchanged for wife, ok?). Author’s Notes | Here is something I’ll have to study! Thanks for the opportunity! All knowledge is welcome! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Christian Princess! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Saxon! Reader, prompts designed by @honestsycrets for 2019’s Holiday Event; Part II for Deal Words | 1393 ⁑ Warnings: Religious differences. Keep in mind I’m still learning about my own religious and please, do not rely on my information to learn! I’m a learner too… Sorry for any mistakes.

It was almost a year ago you were seeing those men coming into your lands, dealing with your father and brother to settle their fate after you denounced their treason. Some months more and you would end your first cycle along with the man that saved you from dishonor and even, from death.

Around a month after your marriage, your brother in law indeed came with his men ready to banish your husband and his men from your lands. But with the death of your father you stood for your claim to the lands and with Ubbe's fierce glare and his brother's murderous blues, your brother in law didn't refuse to sign the documents necessary to officialize Ubbe as the heir of your father's lands: your brother in law had his own territory and as long as Ubbe promised to never cross the boundaries of his kingdom, your father's lands were a good price to pay for their warranty to never have to share a table with you once again. Your whole family had delivered you to the wolves without knowing the wolves weren't the monsters they believed they were...

Instead, the wolves were embracing you... And more and more you were feeling like one of them.

But you couldn't help but feeling nostalgic when that part of the year arrived. Christmas was close and it was your favorite date of the year with all the decorations and the tree, the dinner and...

"Why are you bringing a tree into our castle?" you said, taken aback by the sight of your husband and his brother Hvitserk carrying inside parts of a tree recently chopped.

You noticed some servants making colored cookies; others were braiding straw in familiar formats, like lambs or boars... But you didn't think it was a thing... Was it?

Did pagans have their own Christmas Eve??

Ubbe giggled and Hvitserk as well, answering your question.

"We're preparing for Modranect tonight, sister."

"Mo... Moda...ran... What?"

The two of them laughed at your attempt to speak that strange name Hvitserk had pronounced without any difficulty and Ubbe came closer, caressing your face with his free hand.

"Mother's night..." he said, smiling at you with words you could understand. "It's the first night of the twelve days of Yule, the winter solstice. It's the shorter day and longest night of our year cycle... We celebrate Frigga and the female ancestral spirits tonight."

"And we stay awake to warrant Sun won't be devoured and will come back in the morning!" Hvitserk said, smiling.

"Yes. We stay up all night after dining with our families and we celebrate when Sun comes back in the dawn to welcome her from the dark path she went through," he explained.

And you looked at them with curiosity in your eyes.

"We used to do very similar things... To celebrate Christ's birth," you said, not knowing if you could speak of your old traditions among them.

Hvitserk scoffed.

"They call it Chrismas, Ubbe," he said, mocking the name.

"Christmas..." you corrected him with a sad tone. "It used to be my favorite part of the year. The only time when my family would be together without fighting or mocking on each other, without my sister boasting around because she got married to a rich man or father speaking to me as if I was something disposable. I would always earn a new dress to use and we would have a beautiful dinner with at least one dish of my favorites to eat..."

Hvitserk's smile diminished. There was so much sadness in your voice.

"The only part of the year your family could be together was this day?" he asked "What a terrible family you had, woman..."

"Stop it, brother, let her go... Here, take the leaves and sticks for the slaves to make the festoons and go check on Ivar for me," Ubbe said, holding your hand. "Come with me, dear, let me show you everything," he completed, with a smile.

Walking beside him, you started looking at how they were decorating the castle and trees around remembering you so hard of the Christmas decorations.

"It represents Yggdrasil, the tree of life," he said, speaking about the tree you were looking at. "The gifts and food are for the forest creatures... To invite them in peace or ward them off our houses. And some are for the Wild Hunt, as asks for blessing and fruitfulness," he explained as you were following him, seeing as some of them were placing food and drinks outside as he spoke.

"Our families will reunite and feast and celebrate together, and wait until tomorrow to receive Sun once again because from today on, she'll be on the sky longer than the Moon and the days will slowly become warmer again," he said.

You had so many questions! And his stories were so interesting...

"And what do you eat? We had some foods I'll miss this year," you said, remembering the pies and your favorite sweets.

"We eat what we can produce with the products of the soil at the season and what we have produced and stocked for the winter during the hot parts of the year. Bread, cakes, cookies, ham... We share our stocks and keep each other warm to survive the Winter and see a new Spring."

"And what are these?" you asked, walking faster towards a tree where some of those cute straw animals were hanging, decorating the leaves. "They're so cute," you said, picking one little straw goat in your hands.

Observing how perfectly the straw strands were braided to make the horns and the ribbon that was tying the body of the lamb together.

"The sacred animals of the gods; the Goats of Thor, God of Thunder, and the Wild Boar of Frey, God of Fertility. We honor our gods representing their sacred animals and sacrificing them for their honor. A boar is being prepared to be sacrificed and roasted for the feast today. And I can teach you how to make these little animals if you want. I make them since I was a child," Ubbe smiled.

They weren't the senseless demons your father spoke so hard. Their culture was so rich! There were so many stories and details and customs like yours...

"Would you teach me about your gods, husband?" you asked, causing Ubbe's smile to become bigger when he cupped your face.

"I've made many wishes for this Yule, wife. And I can see the gods had heard me, cause one of them just became true," he said, caressing your face. "I'll surely teach you everything you want to hear, and tell you all the stories of the gods and their lands, their tales and their lessons, with pleasure, my love."

He kissed your forehead and you nestled into his arms against his chest, holding the little straw goat in your hands. You wanted to become closer to that man who became something so important in your life. A life that he saved and that, somehow, you thought his gods gave back to you.

"What other wishes you made, husband?" you asked, curious.

"Blessings upon us all... A wife to my brother Hvitserk because he needs to settle down and stop drinking that much... Less pain for Ivar. More love for Sigurd... An heir for us..." he said embracing your body and landing his hand over your belly softly.

And the thought sounded beautiful to be heard. You smiled at Ubbe with tenderness touching his hand over your belly with yours.

"I like the sound of this... I think I have my Yule's wish," you smiled, feeling when he nestled his face against your neck, softly kissing your skin.

"Then we should go home, celebrate and feast together... And provide the means for the gods to give us what we want... Don't you think, wife?"

You blushed, becoming red from your hair to your tiptoes, giggling with the tickles of his kisses on the crook of your shoulder.

"You're right, husband... You're right."

An heir was a beautiful desire.

But it should be made...

And it would be literally a pleasure to work on realizing this dream of your husband.

And maybe the next Modranect would have one more reason to be thankful for, sleeping in your arms and filling your heart with even more love.

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Skåll!

The Request: A fiction for Hvitserk or Sigurd with the prompt: “All I want for Christmas is you under my tree.” or, bad poetry Author’s Notes | I could go for my beloved Sigurd. But I couldn’t lose the chance for a Drunk Hvitty XD Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets for 2019’s Holiday Event | ¹A reference to the ghost of the movie “The Ring”. Words | 1764 ⁑ Warnings: Mention to abusive consume of alcohol. Cursing.

You were his best friend for years, so you knew Hvitserk enough to know when it was time to take him out of the party.

And that time was long gone when you finally found him sitting in the corner of the living room; a cup in his hand, half-empty.

You could bet, for his hair already unbraided and his appearance, that he was completely drunk and the trip was bad this time. Hvitserk was always two different kinds of drunken person: whether he would become the soul of the party, making jokes like a clown and having everyone laughing as fuck, or he would go down the hill and become full depressive, remember his exes or mourning his loneliness.

And this time, he was under the bottom of the well, probably trying to date Samara¹...

"Come on, buddy, time to go home," you said, taking the cup out of his hand and helping Hvitserk to get up as he mumbled something you couldn't understand.

His mumbles became louder and louder until he tried to push you away, speaking audibly this time.

"I don't wanna go home yet!" he complained.

"Babe, don't do this, uh?" you said, trying to keep your gentle ways with him. "You just drunk too much and you know you'll get better after a bath and some sleep."

"I don't want a bath... And I'm not..." he stumbled, stopping walking beside you, "I'm not sleepy."

"Hvitserk..." you tried a more serious tone.

"No!" he whined, looking at you with those beautiful puppy eyes so full of the sadness you hated to see on them.

You hated it when he was drunk like that. In any of his forms, you never liked to see Hvitserk too taken by alcohol because you knew no matter if he was joking, laughing, or sat crying somewhere in the room, that shadow of sadness would always be there in his eyes.

If only you were strong enough to move forward and tell him your heart...

But your fear to ruin your friendship with him was always bigger than your need to tell him how much you loved him through all these years. If you weren't there to be his friend then who would prevent him from drinking himself out of his body and do some shit that he would regret forever?

Someone had to take care of him and your fear that he would stop trusting you or push you away from him for good was always a barrier bigger than your courage to face your fears and maybe have a chance to top that loneliness inside your friend's heart.

"Babe, come on, let's..."

"No!" he insisted, walking away from you. "Stop calling me like that... You're not my girlfriend..."

You sighed. He could be pretty harsh when drunk like that.

"You would never be my girlfriend..."

Ok, now he was really being harsh. And you prepared to tell him how much it was hurting your heart when he continued, breaking completely your brain's plans of reaction.

"Why would a woman like you want a drunken asshole like me for more than a fucking best friend? Uh?"

"What?" you gasped.

What the hell was happening right in front of you?

Stumbling on his feet, Hvitserk made a turn, looking at you with all the sadness of the world in his eyes.

"Wanna know what? Fuck it!" he bent himself, screaming. "FUCK IT! Did you hear me? I don't fucking care anymore! All I want for Christmas is you under my tree. It would be the best gift ever! But I'll never have it, 'cause you're too busy being my nurse to really take a small note of how much I loved you all these years... And I'm fucking tired of smiling every time you say good night when the truth was that I wanted to fucking kiss you goodnight and sleep by your side!"

It was like being shot in the head. Everything on you just froze with that shocked glare in your eyes and that stunned expression in your face that just let him understand everything wrong once again.

"Don't worry... I know I'm too much of a friend for you to love me. Fuck it, Y/N. Just pretend you didn't listen to it and let me fucking drink to forget. Tomorrow you can send me good morning through your phone and I keep pretending you woke up by my side when you come for Christmas breakfast... Fuck it..."

He was sounding so disappointed! And his eyes were so full of that deep sadness you've always seen in his greens whenever he was drunk and would look at you...

How long did he love you silently like that? How long since the two of you were stupid enough to not see what was now so obvious for you?

Or maybe cared enough for each other to fear the loss so hard that silence was the best option for both of your hearts...

He stumbled again waking you up from the trance his words threw you in and you felt your heart clench: he was barely holding himself straight. He would probably forget everything he said that night... It wasn't the right time to confess your heart for him.

So, you just walked forward, passing his arm around your neck and supporting him while guiding his stumbling steps back to the car.

"Lemme go," he mumbled.

But that wasn't resistance enough for you to stop this time. You just took him to your car, gently putting him at the seat, closing the seatbelt around his body and taking your place at the driver's seat, turning on the car and observing as he slowly fell asleep against his window.

When you arrived in his home, his brother Ubbe helped you taking him upstairs and placing him on his bed. You took off his shoes and shirt knowing he liked to sleep fresher. He mumbled some complaints but not enough to get up, going down in a deep sleep as soon as you stopped messing with him.

But this time, instead of leaving, you took off your shoes, changed your dress for a shirt of his you had already used before, and laid by his side, caressing his sleeping face. Letting yourself rest and waiting for the morning to come, when he would be sober enough to have no idea of why his head was hitting him so hard and his mouth was tasting as if he had chewed all night on a rotten candy cane.

"Shit..." he cursed, moving in bed.

And you smiled when he turned towards you, surprising him with your voice.

"Good morning," you said, causing him to come down from his sleepy high like a stone down from a hill.

"Shit, Y/N! You scared the soul out of me! I thought I was alone and..." he stopped, realizing he was shirtless and you were smiling at him.

In his bed.

Under his blankets.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"Merry Christmas, silly," you said, kissing the corner of his lips before getting up as if it was the most natural thing of the world you walking around with nothing but a shirt of his and your underwear, causing him to feel chills coming down his spine.

Did the two of you had sex?

“Shit!” Hvitserk couldn't remember and worse than telling you his secrets, being rejected and fucking up everything would be admitting that he couldn't remember a moment like this!

His whole body-language changed and you almost broke a rib watching as he was really trying to seem natural about the idea of the two of you together last night.

"I mean... I thought... You would wake up first... Since you always wake up earlier than me," he tried.

"Oh, you thought?" you said, sitting on the edge of the bed, to look at him.

Your eyes causing him to feel even tenser which just made his expression even more unnatural.

"Yeah, I... I thought. Sometimes your good morning messages even wake me up, and..." Hvitserk gulped.

"Oh, seriously?" you insisted, with your eyes right into his.

Too much pressure for him to keep the lie and he sighed, disappointed with himself.

"No, it's not serious. I'm lying because I can't fucking remember a single thing of last night and we probably had sex and I fucking forgot everything about a moment that..." he started speaking uncontrollably.

But you cut his voice gently leaning forward and sealing your lips to his, surprising him with a soft and warm kiss that he took a while to understand he was receiving, but answered as passionate as you wanted to feel for so long.

The two of you tasted the flavor of one another's mouths until the need for oxygen forced you to separate, which you did with small pecks to his lips smiling against them.

"We didn't have sex, silly. But I suggest you get used to this idea," you said, giggling of his confused expression.

"What did I do last night?" Hvitserk asked, trying to understand what changed everything between the two of you in such a good way.

"You? Nothing, babe. You just got drunk enough to tell me what you truly wanted for Christmas. And well, I thought under your tree would be too cold for the night, so I decided it would be better for you to have me in your bed," you joked, giving him a slight flash of what he said.

"Jez..." he mumbled, smiling clumsy.

"That's fine, love," you smiled, "I wanted this maybe for as long as you did. I'm glad you got drunk last night..."

"I'm not... I wish I was really there when I told you this..." he mourned.

"Well, you're here now, aren't you?" you smiled bigger.

Feeling when he caressed your face softly the way you always wanted to feel, allowing you to lean your face in his palm, enjoying Hvitserk's warm touch.

"I don't think I wanna be friends anymore," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose to yours slowly, "I think I love you too much to keep being only your friend..."

"That's great," you mumbled, pecking his lips. “Because I just realized I'm addicted to your taste and I don't want to be anything that cannot kiss you all the time."

Hvitserk's arms embraced you tight. And you sighed against his lips, kissing him deeply, thinking that no Christmas morning was so good in your life before.

But surely your next years would be amazing by his side...

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Mistletoe? Misfortune!

The request: A fiction with Floki or Ivar for the following prompt: “Mistletoe. Is that not… bad luck?” - “If I have a knife.” Author’s Notes | Sometimes it is bad luck indeed hahaha I hope you guys like this one! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Floki x Reader, Ivar x Flokisðóttir Info |Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1068 ⁑ Warnings: None

The two of you had done the whole preparation for Christmas together, but Floki was looking around finding anything that could possibly be wrong in his home to get everything perfect for the night.

As long as you knew, Ivar and his brothers would come with Ragnar and his wife to spend the Christmas night with your family and since it was something that would happen once in a lifetime, Floki wanted everything to be perfect for the occasion. And so did you.

Maybe that's why you just didn't care when he asked you to clean the garden with him, even after the two of you had already cleaned almost the whole house, changed the wallpaper, organized the shelves, and, of course, made the traditional cleaning on your attic and basement to find anything old to be donated or tossed away. It was something good for him to have people he loved around for Christmas and you would love to have your house full of good friends for such a warm night, so why not make it comfortable and receive them with a beautiful house as well?

"Mom!" your daughter's voice sounded from the door and you saw she had come with the youngest of the Ragnarssons - a little too early for the Christmas dinner, but not something unwarned at all. You knew Ragnar had called earlier in the morning telling Floki he would send some things for the preparations and his boys would also come early to help the three of you - "and I do not accept no as an answer! They're younger, we put them to work!" - so, it wasn't unexpected that some of them would arrive. You weren't expecting all of them to come but you could see Ubbe had come as well and was closing the car while Hvitserk was, somehow, managing to get your lazy dog up to play - that dog would spend the whole day sat or laid, but whenever Hvitserk come to visit he would instantly get up and shake his tale knowing the boy would have something for him to eat, that fat little thing. Sigurd was coming beside the older one with some bags he picked up from the car.

"They came to help!" your child smiled, with Ivar by her side waving at you two. "Ivar said Björn will come later with more food he went out to buy!"

You waved back, smiling, but Floki frowned with his eyes catching Ivar's free hand landing on your daughter's waist.

"They have been being too close to each other, don't you think?" he complained, annoyed.

And you giggled, knowing Floki didn't want to accept the obvious inclination your daughter had to give her heart to the youngest son of Ragnar.

They had grown the best friends since they were children and you knew your daughter was wrapped around the boy's fingers. Ivar was a good boy, intelligent, strong, and funny when he wasn't in a bad mood. And he was never in a bad mood when your daughter was around so, you chose to get used to the idea of having the Ragnarsson as your soon-to-be son in law - something that your husband was struggling to accept.

"Let them be, Floki," you said, giggling. "They're even cute toge... oh, no. Mistletoe!" you exclaimed when your eyes went back to the garden, finding some mistletoe near your feet.

"What?" Floki answered, coming closer.

“Mistletoe. Is that not… bad luck?” you asked, pointing the bunch of leaves to what Floki smiled like someone who had the best of the ideas.

“If I have a knife,” he said, cutting the mistletoe and bringing you by your hand with him, pinning the plant on top of your door, right over the place where he gently placed you, with that silly smile in his face. "See? Now you owe me a kiss," he joked. "Not bad luck at all!"

You giggled, kissing him softly before coming in to receive the boys and help Sigurd with the bags he was dropping on your kitchen.

"And Björn went out to buy more food?" you asked seeing Sigurd nodding. "God, how much does your father thinks we eat?"

"It's not about you, it's about him," Sigurd pointed Hvitserk as Ubbe was standing beside your husband.

"We'll help with the garden, don't worry," Ubbe offered.

To what Hvitserk jumped almost instantly.

"We?" he asked, already tasting some of the cookies you had done earlier, "'We' is more than one, Ubbe," he said filling his mouth with some more cookie, "Sigurd and I were prone to help with the kitchen matters..."

"Which means me helping aunt Y/N to cook and Hvitserk playing the sommelier," Sigurd rolled his eyes and Hvitserk smiled.

"Quite what I was thinking!" Hvitserk finished, having his ear "gently" pulled by his older brother, being carried towards the house entrance.

"Garden with me, Hvitserk. Now," Ubbe sentenced his fate.

"I'll pick up the tools for us to work," Floki said, indicating he would go back to the garden work with the brothers as you would help Sigurd and probably your daughter with the kitchen.

But where was your daughter?

"I'm sure it's mistletoe," you heard Ivar's voice calling you and Floki's attention towards the door where your daughter was shyly smiling standing under the doorway while Ivar was analyzing the piece of mistletoe Floki had just placed there. "Which means... I'll earn a kiss, right?"

Your husband almost exploded an eyeball, you could ensure it by the vein visible on the side of his face and his fists clenched as your daughter gently leaned forward, cupping Ivar's face with all the tenderness of the world and kissing him softly before drawing back fully red, leaving a smile on the boy's face in what was the sweetest moment of that Christmas for you until now.

His brothers were smiling and even Sigurd couldn't deny a smile for that sweet scene.

But Floki was still steaming when you held his hand, leaning your head to lay in his shoulder.

"Let them be, Floki. She loves him... And I'm quite certain he loves her back," you said, hearing when Floki sighed, defeated.

"Nah... You were right... Mistletoe is bad luck indeed, after all. Bad bad luck. Bad-luck!" he repeated, reinforcing it, causing you to giggle amused.

That would be some funny Christmas night after all...

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From: Us, To: You

With lots of love! This is a cooperative event with sweet @honestsycrets​ where we exchanged prompts to produce gifts for you guys to enjoy! During the next two days - December 28th and 29th - we'll be posting the pieces that resulted from the prompts we chose to one another. I hope you guys can enjoy our work and appreciate the gifts we prepare for you. With love! Happy holidays!

The Sacred Tree Prompt | “You could have killed me!” - “There is no Christmas without a Christmas Tree!” for Hvitserk or Ivar Pairing | No pair, Ragnarssons interaction ⁑ Warnings: Little ANGST, Fluffy

Disbeliever Prompt | “You just can’t hear it because you don’t believe in Santa.” - “Hear what?” - “The bell!” for Ubbe and a kindergarten teacher Pairing | Ubbe x Kindergarten Teacher! Reader ⁑ Warnings: None

Holly-Jolly Fucking Christmas  Prompt | “It’s a Holly-Jolly fuck-you-it’s-too-early-for-CHRISTMAS!” for Sigurd Pairing | Sigurd x Reader  ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

First Impressions Prompt | “Do you think red, or green ribbon, would look better on me?” for Ubbe or Björn Pairing | Björn x Reader, Björnsðóttir ⁑ Warnings: More author’s notes in the end! PLEASE READ IT.

Mistletoe? Misfortune! Prompt I “Mistletoe. Is that not… bad luck?” - “If I have a knife.” for Ivar or Floki Pairing | Floki x Reader, Ivar x Flokisðóttir ⁑ Warnings: None

Modranect Prompt |  Celebrating Modranect with a newly acquired Saxon bride (I exchanged for wife, ok?) for Hvitserk or Ubbe Pairing | Ubbe x Christian Princess! Reader ⁑ Warnings: Religious differences. Keep in mind I’m still learning about my own religious and please, do not rely on my information to learn!

Skåll! Prompt | “All I want for Christmas is you under my tree.” or, bad poetry for Hvitserk or Sigurd Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader ⁑ Warnings: Mention to abusive consume of alcohol. Cursing.

Our Christmas Prompt | “I made you this scarf.” - “What for?” - “A Kiss.”- or, giving a scarf to a boy just to have the excuse to pull them in with it for kissies! For Harald or Ragnar. Pairing | Ragnar x Reader ⁑ Warnings: In production

Christmas’ Gift Prompt | Giving an extra Christmas stocking for Ubbe or Harald Pairing | Harald x Reader ⁑ Warnings: In production

Santa’s Lil’ Girl Prompt |  “Sit on Santa’s lap.” – “Don’t be creepy.” for Ubbe Pairing | Ubbe x Reader ⁑ Warnings: Santa Claus kink (?), smut insinuation.

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First Impressions

The Request: A fiction for Ubbe or Björn with the following prompt: “Do you think red, or green ribbon, would look better on me?” Author’s Notes | Yeah, the first thing I thought was a ribbon on his d… Well, my mind is too NSFW, so I decided to go against the tides and write something sweet! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Björn x Reader, Björnsðóttir Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets​ for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1176 ⁑ Warnings: More author’s notes in the end! PLEASE READ IT.

"Björn Ragnarsson!"

He almost smiled at your angry face and your hands on your waist, giggling inside of your frown while looking at you with his best arrogant face, as if your words weren't covered in the thickest reason of the world.

"How dare you to tell me you don't have a box to put under our tree for your own daughter with this naturality?" you said, exploding in a wave of anger that would be completely justified...

If he wasn't playing games with you, of course.

"Would you like me to lie?" he asked, mockingly. "I don't have a box. That's it. No boxes this year..."

"And that's what you'll tell our child? Is that it? No gifts from papa this year, honey. Just like that?" you spat back so beautifully furious.

If you only knew how much your anger was sexy for him.

"You heartless bastard! How can you still look at me with all this arrogance, you motherfucker! Go fucking buy your daughter's gift right now, Björn!" you yelled, punching his chest, furious with the way he was giggling at your punches, walking back to avoid them to become too strong.

He was playing with you. He had to be.

"You jerk! I'll call Lagertha and tell her the bitchy bastard she raised has no gift to her granddaughter this year! What do you think of this, uh, Mr. Father of the Year!?"

"Hey... haha... Calm down, Y/N, for god's sake, of course, I have a gift to Y/D/N. Jez... I just couldn't decide which ribbon I would place on it..."

"Asshole," you cursed, seeing his lips curling as he laughed at your face.

"Come on, babe, you thought I would be this much of a bastard?"

"You lost her birthday once..." you remembered causing him to roll his eyes.

"It was an accident. And I promised it would never happen again, right? So... Would you help me to choose the right ribbon? I still have to pick her gift up, so you come with me and help me with this, what do you think?" he asked, caressing your face softly as you were still coming from your high of fury.

"Fine..." you sighed, punching his chest one more time, surprising him this time not giving him time to get rid of the punch and earning a faked 'oof' he giggled off, pretending it was a hard punch. "I hope this is not one more of your games. You better have a gift to my daughter or else I swear I'll buy her a new dad!" you joked picking up your coat to get into the car.

He drove for a while - far away from the commercial district, by the way, which made you start thinking he might not be kidding and really not have a proper gift for her. It wouldn't be something new - Björn seemed to be always learning about how to be a good father to your child and despite he tried very hard, sometimes she stumbled as hard as he tried...

Your heart became even more worried when he stopped in the middle of nowhere, in front of a house you've never seen in your whole life.

"Stay in the car. I'll be right back," he said, getting out of the car and causing chills down through your spine.

What the heck was Björn planning after all?

Was he buying something used or classical for her? Maybe some handmade thing... The thought of a handmade doll made your heart beat deeper. This would be a wonderful choice! Maybe he was visiting an old lady and buying from her products and there were you, full of preconceptions about something that could be beautiful.

That wasn't the spirit of the Holidays and in the end, you were the one hurting it after all. You took a deep breath. Björn was her father. Despite all the mistakes he had done, he was still her father and he would know what was best in his heart to make your little princess happy.

With all your thoughts you didn't notice when he came back from that old house until he knocked on your glass, waving his hand for you to open the door and come out, which you did, curious about what was he holding in his other hand, hidden behind his back.

He had such a beautiful smile on his face.

"Did you get it?" you asked.

And his smile became bigger.

"I did, now... Red... or Green?"

Red or green?

They were Christmas colors, but your girl loved pink. And blue... What red or green thing could Björn have found for her?

"Björn... if you're talking about the gift, then you should..." you started, thinking about telling him it was good to exchange the colors.

But he didn't wait you to finish your thought.

“Do you think red, or green ribbon, would look better on me?” his voice sounded before he brought his hand forward holding the most beautiful little pup you have ever seen in your life.

"Oh, my god! He's so cute!!!" you said, picking it from Björn's hand carefully since he was still young and so beautiful. "Oh, my god, Björn she'll love it! She was asking me so hard!"

He smiled proudly, knowing he had hit the bullseye.

"I knew she wanted a dog and well, I confess I didn't want to buy one for her. You know how these breeding houses produce their pups and I was thinking about an alternative to avoid contributing to their horrible ways so, Hvitserk heard his girlfriend saying this old lady's dog was having pups and I thought it was a perfect idea: they would have time to naturally leave their mother's breasts and she even gave him all the vaccines and stuff he needs," he said, warming your heart with how he was planning it so long and how much time he dedicated to that sweet gift. "The little boy here is ready for some adventures! But first, he needs a proper tie, don't you think?" he joked.

"Since he'll be introduced to a princess, I guess green and red braided ribbon would be the perfect Christmas tie for this little one, don't you think, sweet little thing?" you said, laughing when the dog licked your nose, shaking its tail happily. "This is adorable, Björn. The most adorable thing you could have ever done. You really surprised me and I think Y/D/N will love her gift!"

"I'll teach her everything about how to take care of our new family member. And you, boy, prepare yourself for years of a wonderful life!" he played, touching the dog's tail and smiling at you before kissing your forehead.

Björn had his mistakes, it was undeniable. But you had to admit he was an amazing man. And in the end, his heart was pure and knew exactly what to do to make the two of you happy.

Now... The three...

Cause your family just grew bigger and you couldn't be more satisfied.

Author’s Notes 2 | Yeah, a second box! I didn't want to place it upon the fic to not ruin the surprise, but I think it is important to mention it here and take the chance to speak about this subject.

Christmas is coming and I know there are many children buzzing in their parents' ears about how much they want a dog or a cat or a bird or any pet your son likes like his life depends on it. Believe me, it doesn't. But this pet you intend to buy for him... This life depends on you.

A pet is not a toy. It might be a gift, but before everything, it must be a responsible gift. A pretty responsible one! You're adopting a life! So, before just going there and buying what your son wants for that beautiful smile and teary face of his, think about this twice...

Children are growing. They change their minds all the time. And what your son wants today might not be what he wants tomorrow. But a dog won't vanish from a day to another, nor will stay quietly turned off in a shelf while your son is now playing videogames with his friends.

So, before buying a pet, make yourself some basic questions to avoid risking a bad adoption and posterior suffering for this life you're taking under your responsibility:

- Do you have time to have a pet? Children won't always play with their pets but the pet needs attention, it needs to be educated, it needs to be well treated. Do you have time to go out with the new Fido to walk or will you just sit and work while he stares at that beautiful collar you bought with him?

- Do you have space for a pet? If you live in a small apartment, a pug might be an amazing idea, but for the lords' sake, think before you just go and buy it. Small races are, sometimes, bred cruelly just to be aesthetic and even being small, your pet will need space to walk, space to play, space to sleep, to poo, to eat... Don't buy a cat if you don't have space to put his food in a pot far away from his sandbox! And don't think you can just push everything in your cubic service area... No one likes to eat into the bathroom so don't be cruel and force your pet to have a single square of space in your house ok?

- Do you HAVE to BUY a pet? Can't you adopt? A pug will give you lots of love of course, but the dog that spent 5 years in a shelter waiting for some love will be an incredible companion as well. And some pet stores will forcefully breed the pups for this time of the year to get their profit. If we stop giving them what they want, then they'll have no reason to force animals into procreation just to have that beautiful pups you love to see on their glass windows every year...

- Do you have money to have a pet? They get sick, have needs, have special foods, vaccines, microchips, licenses, medicine, pots, clothes (depending on what you live, they'll even need shoes!)... Do you have money to supply this second child with all he needs?

A pet is pretty more than a gift, it's a new member of your life that will be there for, at least 15 years from now. S,o please, adopt with responsibility and have in mind your gift is life and it must be respected.

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Christmas Gift

The Request: A fiction for Harald or Ubbe with the following prompt: Giving an extra Christmas stocking. Author’s Notes | Let us be honest: our king deserves to be happy at least once! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Harald x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, Ragnarsðóttir! Reader, prompts designed by @honestsycrets​ for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1165 ⁑ Warnings: None

You and Harald knew each other in a ball your father gave to gather funds for his usual charity campaign. It was something annual for the Lothbrok Company, but that year, your father counted on a huge contribution coming from the Finehair and his business group. He owned a big fishing company and using his contacts, Harald granted your father's ball was a success.

You were sure he was doing this only to impress you.

And you were right.

The two of you started to talk at the party and before you could barely notice, you were speaking for hours with that man. He was so full of knowledge and curious things about everywhere in the world you wanted to visit that you spent the whole party by his side and didn't even see the time passing.

The party was only the first of the many dates that - for your brothers' disgust - started a relationship that would end up with Ragnar carrying you to the altar and a drunken Hvitserk in your marriage party swearing he would cut your husband's balls off if he ever dared to try anything to hurt you.

Now they were all used to Harald's presence in parties like that. With the years of your marriage passing, your brothers had to admit that Harald was treating you better than they could wish a man to do for their beloved sister and Björn was the first to start inviting Harald to his fishing trips - which ended up in that friendship with "benefits" between him and your brother in law, Halfdan, that you knew wouldn't evolve to something more just because the two of them were too much of best friends to become something else, but since it was mutually fun, you saw no problem in covering them sometimes when they escaped together from everyone's eyes. Ivar was the next with their endless matches at the hnefatafl board and soon, all your brothers were sharing drinks and including him in whatever they want to do together. Almost everything!

Harald used to treat you like a literal queen in his life: you had everything - absolutely everything! - you wanted. Sometimes you even had to be careful commenting about something you saw and liked or it would be yours before you could stop him from having it for you. Finehair wouldn't measure his actions to have you smiling, from buying you the gifts you wanted to simply prepare amazing nights for the two of you entirely made by himself just to show you the infinite love you had conquered in his heart. He was a classic romantic and you couldn’t love more his demonstrations of how big his love for you was.

And this year, you were happy to announce that love finally became something more inside of you. You kept the secret from him a little longer than you wanted, but you wanted everything to be perfect for his Christmas gift, so you bought the small hint and embroidered it in the moments he wasn't home. And hid it properly in the middle of your socks for the fireplace waiting for him to come to help you decorating the place to reveal his surprise.

Also, you took care to exchange your dresses and starting to use a different style - that Harald seemed to never get tired of praising, by the way, - warranting your small and round gift would be well hidden from him under your larger skirts until the right moment.

And that the moment was when Harald finished fixing the last sock embroidered with his name, right beside yours at the fireplace, as he was used to doing every year since he became your husband. He was starting to come down from the little stair he used to fix the socks in a beautiful way in a little taller spot when you called his attention.

"We're not finished yet," you said, offering him a small little Christmas sock that called everyone's attention and caused your brothers and family to come closer when Harald came down from the stair with the tiny colored piece in his hand.

He was as shocked and surprised as you could expect.

"Y/N..."

Harald was speechless. Exactly what you wanted to see!

You giggled with your eyes teary - the emotions already fully messed up.

"It's a boy..." you mumbled, seeing his lips opening in the most beautiful smile you ever saw in your husband's face.

Harald came closer and you slowly touched your belly, covering the round silhouette with the cloth of your slightly larger dress, allowing him to see the small bump already forming in your belly.

Everything making sense in his head when his warm hands touched your belly, caressing and feeling the bump as if he was touching his most beautiful dream with his bare fingers: the way you were slightly curvier, how your smiles were brighter and your cheeks more colored, the change of your dresses and the excuses to avoid embraces too tight... This was his surprise and you didn't want him to notice before the right time to receive the most beautiful gift you could prepare for him.

"You're with child..." his lips mumbled as if confirming what his heart and brain already knew.

"Merry Christmas, love," you said, smiling.

Feeling when Harald cupped your face, kissing your lips with all the passion of your love for each other. You could feel his happiness, his heart hushing inside his chest.

His lips kissed your forehead and he held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head and smiling at your brothers.

"I'm going to be a father!" Harald boasted, causing you to giggle. "Let us toast and celebrate! We'll have a child! A son!! I'll be a father, my friends! A father!!"

Your brothers laughed with him and Halfdan came with a cup for your husband to toast with everyone around the two of us before your father came to touch your husband's cup with his own.

Ragnar's fingers touched your face with a gentle caress and he patted your husband's shoulder.

"Congratulations, my friend," he smiled gently, sincere, before joking just to play the fool and make everyone smile. "Your marriage is just over!"

Harald laughed along with the others and smiled at your father.

"Well, my friend, I have to disagree," his hand touched your belly and you saw him looking proud towards your father. "I guess you're going old, my friend, but get used to it... My marriage has just begun!" he joked back, smiling at your father before kissing you once again.

You knew that year the eggnogs wouldn't be for you, but there was something better than all the things you couldn't eat or taste that night: your husband's proud and satisfied smile was the best Christmas treat you could have in your life.

And the next year, there would be a second smile for you to enjoy with him.

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Santa’s Lil’ Girl

The Request: A fic for Ubbe or Ivar with the following prompt:  “Sit on Santa’s lap.” – “Don’t be creepy.” Author’s Notes | Because children are REALLY adorable! But they know the exact moment to come in and get us in trouble… (It was supposed to be a smutty thing… I-SWEAR!) Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Reader Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets​ for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1298 ⁑ Warnings: Santa Claus kink (?), smut insinuation.

"We definitely gonna have to get you fatter for next year," you commented.

Watching as your husband was fully dressed like the good old man: the red clothes kinda larger than him, white beard, and the Christmas cap over his head, hiding the characteristic red braided hair you helped him to swirl in a bun under the fantasy.

He was nice. Like a Santa Claus that just came from the gym, but nice.

"We can use some pillows to make the belly," he suggested, taking a seat in your bed, "but what do you think, uh? For today, sexy Santa!" Ubbe joked and you rolled your eyes when he patted his leg, looking at you. "Come here, little girl, sit on Santa's lap."

"Ubbe, don't be creepy," you advised.

But he only smiled, patting his leg once again.

You knew he wouldn't stop until you were on his lap and so, you went there, sitting on his leg, feeling when he pulled you back, warranting your butt would be right over the volume inside his big red trousers.

One of his hands embraced your waist as the other pulled down the white beard so he could kiss your neck, tickling your skin with his own natural unshaven beard, causing you to let a soft moan out of your lips.

"So, were you a good lil' girl this year?" he kept the joke, causing you to feel a little unsettled. "What will you want for this Christmas night, sweetheart?"

It is not that it wasn't good. The problem was exactly that: it was really getting you aroused and wet to be sat "on Santa Claus' lap" with his hand roaming your waist and brushing the base of your breasts. And you felt you could really fall for that fantasy and tell him you wanted that hard dick of his deep into your...

"Mom, we... IT'S SANTA CLAUS!!!"

The innocent and hysterical voice of your younger daughter almost exploded your heart out of your chest and Ubbe pulled up the beard instantly, keeping the disguise.

But when you intended to get up, he held you back and you heard him mumbling on your ear.

"Don't do it, please. Belly is off, dick is on. Not a good scene. Stay here," he almost coughed and you had to break a rib to avoid laughing at that situation.

The two older brothers came running inside the room and Ubbe started playing all nice with them as if you weren't really hiding anything from them and that was really an early visit of good Santa...

"Ho ho ho..." and you almost burst in laughs. "What are you little ones doing here, uh?"

"Mom is sitting on his lap!" Your elder son pointed the obvious.

"I want it too!!" the other one started.

And you really held back your excruciating will to laugh when Ubbe started forcing his mind out to create a good excuse for you to stay where you were.

"Oh, no-no-no. Not today, children. Today is... is... It's my day to speak with the elders. Yes. Today I'll visit every single home to speak with your parents and grandparents and uncles to have them buying good gifts for you as well!" he spat.

"Yes... He does it every year," you completed, biting your lip.

What an effort it was not to just get up and laugh out loud.

"But tomorrow we can play together?" your son asked.

"And eat cookies!" The second one.

"And sit on your lap!" your daughter.

"Yes... yes... tomorrow we can do all these things, but only if you guys are well behaved now and go back to the living room to play. I think your uncle... Hvitserk... I think he's there with some threats. Or else your uncle Sigurd is mad because uncle Ivar won him again at the videogames. Go there and teach your uncle Sigurd how to play. Your uncle Ivar not to be so cocky and don't let your uncle Hvitserk eat all the sweets alone! If you can do this, then... Then I'll have some extra gifts for you tomorrow!" he promised, causing you to look at him with a frown.

Impossible missions he could never fulfill, but the children squealed all excited to complete, thinking forward on the gifts he would bring for them.

"We'll do it!!!" your son said.

"We can eat the treats with uncle Hvitserk so he won't eat all of them alone!" your daughter planned.

"And we can play with uncle Sigurd and uncle Ivar so they will never play against each other!" your elder son's brilliancy remembered you from Ivar a little...

"Yeah! And this way uncle Sigurd don't get mad and uncle Ivar won't boast around for defeating us!" your younger son said, smartly.

"Good... good, now go and fulfill your plans. And we see each other tomorrow night! ho ho ho" Ubbe continued.

One more "ho" and you wouldn't handle. The laugh was on the tip of your tongue.

"See you tomorrow, Santa Claus!" your sons said, running out of the room, but your daughter held his hand sweetly smiling at him.

"Can I make you a wish before I go?" she said getting Ubbe's attention.

"Yes, little one, what do you want?" he kept the character and so, she smiled.

"Do not go away without speaking to daddy... He always brings us the best gifts, but he's never here when you come on Christmas night so I think he never gets time to speak to you about what he wants. And he's the best daddy of the whole world so, please, wait for him to come back and speak to you before you go. It would be good to see him getting some gifts tomorrow night. He's a good daddy, I swear! And he's always the one who cleans the chimney for you to come...".

You knew Ubbe's heart was completely melted by the glow in his eyes and the way he gently caressed her hand.

"I'll speak to him too, little one. I do it every year when I come to speak to the adults... But every year when I ask him what he wants, he tells me he already has the best gifts he could ever have. He tells me you and your brothers were everything he could ever desire and that all he wants is for me to make you smile, sweet one."

Your need to laugh was replaced by a pair of teary eyes and your daughter smiled brightly to your husband making his eyes teary behind that fantasy.

"Then I promise I'll smile a lot tomorrow! All the smiles daddy wants to have!" she said as if she was preparing the biggest surprise for Ubbe.

And Ubbe smiled back.

"That's a good little girl... Your father will be the happiest man on earth, I ensure. Now go with your brothers, little one. I promise you I'll speak to him as well," he said and she left with a happy smile closing the door behind her.

You finally left his lap, locking the door just to ensure, but there wasn't a problem besides the lack of belly anymore.

Ubbe took off the cap and the beard and his eyes were shallow with tears like yours.

"You gave me the best gifts I could ever desire, Y/N. They're my everything..." he said, and you came closer kissing his forehead and touching yours with his with a gentle smile.

"So, as you are theirs, my love. And mine. You're our everything as well, Ubbe. And I love you, as much as they do."

He embraced you softly and kissed your lips warmly before having your head laying on his shoulder.

"I love you too, babe. I love you all."

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Our Christmas

The Request: A fiction for Ragnar or Harald with the prompt: “I made you this scarf.” - “What for?” - “A Kiss.”- or, giving a scarf to a boy just to have the excuse to pull them in with it for kissies! Author’s Notes | It was just me or this is a super fluffy way to get a free kiss?? Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ragnar x Reader Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets​ for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1121 ⁑ Warnings: None

Four... Five years?

You couldn't really remember.

Since you've met Ragnar, all your Christmas nights were populated by his sons, his family, their laughs, jokes, happiness... The table was full of food and all the boys around. Then, all their girlfriends as well! Björn's wife - of the year? - and his children, Ragnar's first grandsons... Ragnar was always surrounded by a huge flow of people and emotions around him every year and you were in love with this, of course.

You longed for that time of the year to decorate your house and fill it with gifts, candies, games... And memories. Many beautiful and wholesome memories that would warm you for the whole winter.

However, no memory of those was better than Ragnar's embrace to warm you. And despite you loved the Christmas mornings with his sons joking and Hvitserk trying to sneak away from everyone with the whole tray of french toasts without being noticed - failing every year, naturally - to wake up into your husband's arms and have a calm morning by his side, exchanging caresses and making longer the warmth of your bed sounded delicious. And you would have this chance for the first time in years...

This year, all of them were out.

Björn's new wife, Gunnhild, invited him and his children with Torvi and Ubbe to go to her family's house. And Hvitserk went with Thora as well. Sigurd had Blaeja's father and mother to visit this year since her sister Judith had just given birth to a new child and they wanted to know their nephew. Ivar would spend his Christmas in Freydis house this year - and he was planning a marriage proposal! A huge event for them...

For the first time in forever, you would have your house for you and Ragnar alone at the Christmas night and so, the things you bought were focused only on the preferences of your husband for the Christmas table: Ragnar's favorite sweets, his favorite meat, and garnishes he liked. You ensured to have some of your favorite treats as well. And decorated the house a little simpler than all the previous years. It was delicious: the work ended up quite earlier and gave you the time you wanted to finish the gift you had prepared for Ragnar this night.

He had gone out to buy the gifts for everyone - the packages would be in your Christmas tree like every year, but the boys would come in visits after the new year to pick the gifts and see the two of you. And you received him with a sweet hug when he arrived.

The dinner was ready earlier and you could even put some tranquil music from you and Ragnar's favorite, creating a warm ambient for the two of you to enjoy the eggnog you made: not two recipes, like every year, but just your favorite to share with him this time.

The two of you danced together, saw family videos, played together, laughed together... And it was so good! You never thought a Christmas party for two could be so delicious to enjoy!

To keep the surprising feeling for the gifts, Ragnar thought it would be fun to hide your gifts through the house, creating a fun game of searching that ended up in your room when you found the last piece of a trail of gifts for you that started with a new kit of suitcases, passed through Summer clothes you couldn't understand in the middle of the winter and ended in an envelope with tickets for a trip he had planned for you and him to spend the new year in warm places, once again together just the two of you.

"Now I'm feeling shy about my gift..." you said, as Ragnar smiled at you.

"Come on... It doesn't matter what you did: it will be special because it's you, love," he said, caressing your face. "Now... What it is? I know you have been working on something for me. Something made of those lines you tangle together," he joked making you laugh of his silliness.

Ragnar could never understand how the knots of your tricot were able to put themselves together in the beautiful pieces you were used to producing. "Witchery!" he would always say whenever you finished a new piece.

You had bought him some other things, but you came with the beautiful piece you made this time: a colored scarf you showed him proudly. A simple piece... But a part of a bigger surprise you prepared for that night.

“I made you this scarf," you smiled, almost malicious, observing his innocence looking at the piece. "It's longer than the ones you have... For a special reason."

“What for?” he asked, looking at you with that delicious curiosity in his eyes, making your malicious smile even bigger when you threw the scarf around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours by the piece.

“A kiss," you mumbled against his lips, causing Ragnar to start to understand your intentions with that gift. "Or maybe..."

You swirled your body away from his hands, sliding the scarf to tie his wrists together with the scarf, swirling around him as if he was your prize.

"... Something more than a kiss," you suggested against his lips, walking back to his back, tying the tip of the scarf to the headboard of the bed as he was giggling not really seeing what you were doing.

"It seems my little girl wants to behave like a bad bad girl this Christmas night, am I wrong?" Ragnar smiled, as you walked back into his sight, biting your lower lip.

"Maybe," you smiled. "Or maybe I saw my daddy watching some lingerie catalogs and bought one of his favorite red pieces for this Christmas night..." you said, pulling down the strap of your dress to show him the lace of your brand new bloody-red bra just to have him growling that way you loved so hard.

But when he walked forward, you stepped back, giggling when he looked at you with his wide blue eyes surprised by noticing he was tied to the bed.

"Bad bad girl!" he said, and you smiled.

"Catch me if you can, daddy... I wanna play hide and seek... If daddy can find me, then... It will be Merry Christmas!" you giggled, leaving the room, looking back just to see Ragnar's wolf stare looking at you as his fingers were moving to get himself loose.

Laughing, you started running away from him, knowing that fireplace in your living room wouldn't be necessary to warm the house when he was able to get rid of your loosen knots on that scarf...

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Disbeliever

The Request: A request for Ubbe with the following prompt: “You just can’t hear it because you don’t believe in Santa.” - “Hear what?” - “The bell!” Author’s Notes | Some people are just “untouched” by the Christmas Spirit… Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Kindergarten Teacher! Reader Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by @honestsycrets​ for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1170 ⁑ Warnings: None

Last day of classes in Y/N school.

Ubbe longed for that time of the year like her children for vacations and holiday times. It was the time when she was really free for them to enjoy together, make trips, know new places or only discover new ways to be comfortable on his couch while watching Netflix and eating some leftovers from the family parties.

But that was it for him. Stay with her and enjoy her presence was all the magic of that time of the year. Ubbe was never really touched by things like Christmas' gifts or stuff like Santa Claus. He kept the secret for his brothers, but he was the one who came into his father's room to give him back the fake beard he had forgotten where was hidden in Hvitserk's third Christmas party... And it wasn't a great thing for him. He could remember his father was fully shocked and tried to start building some fantastic explanation but all he said was "I knew did since I was four and it was never a problem, dad" and since then, he became his father's little man and that was it.

Nothing really big.

However, Y/N was a kindergarten teacher by vocation. Her profession was a call and she was completely involved with everything that was connected to children. Not to say she was a child by herself, laughing and waving to his father as if he was the real Santa the first time Ragnar got dressed for the kids of the house. First, Ubbe thought she was just getting into the play for the kids - like he used to do for Sigurd and Ivar after him - but then, he slowly understood she really liked and felt the magic of those moments like a child and Christmas was something really intense in her life.

She wouldn't open the Santa Claus letters of her class but post them properly to the "Santa Claus Address" the post office of their city opened every year; she would make cookies and milk and leave it at the kitchen and swear by god there was a cookie missing in her table next morning and the milk was touched! And it was Santa! No matter how milky was the smell of Ubbe's beard on Christmas morning or how Hvitserk was completely schooled on stealing her cookies unnoticed... It was Santa Claus and period.

Sometimes, Ubbe would do things just to trigger that beautiful glow in her eyes like fill her firepit's sock with unexpected candies or deliberately drink Santa Claus' milk from her table in his midnight snack. Everything was always calculated for her to have that beautiful smile in her face and for him to discuss with her she was insane and there wasn't Santa Claus just to see how intensely she would defend her convictions and keep the magic of the Christmas protected from his "disbeliever hands", in her words.

He knew she knew it was him. She knew it was him. But it was magical for her and if she wanted it that way, why not to play her game and bring some Christmas bells to the school that day? He knew she would speak to her class about Christmas and so, Ubbe decided to build a small prank to make the children's last day a little more magic and to play with her a little as well.

"So now, all of you will go home and keep doing your things well, respecting your parents and behaving well! Do not forget Santa takes note of your behavior so you can receive your gifts at the end of the year but you shall behave for the whole year and it includes the holidays time, ok?"

It was sweet to see all those kids around her at the school doors listening to her so attentively while their parents were waiting around the circle as they were saying their goodbyes to Y/N before the end of the scholar year.

"Will you all behave well?" She asked as Ubbe approached.

"Yes!!" the children answered.

And then, Ubbe sounded the small bunch of little bells he brought in his hands, causing all the children's eyes to glow and Y/N's to become larger.

Some of the parents smiled, seeing the bunch of bells in his hand and he winked to a couple that knew him already, silently passing the bunch to the father who repeated the sound now from a different direction, getting the children fully excited.

"Can ya all hear that?" Y/N asked receiving excited giggles and happy squeals from the children as the little bunch of bells was passing from parent to parent being touched in different directions as if Santa Claus was walking around observing the children.

"It's Santa Claus!!"

"He's here!!!"

Ubbe smiled, keeping himself straight as if it wasn't his fault that all the parents were now smiling like him, still playing the sweet game he started.

"Behave, my children! Santa Claus is watching you and soon ya all will have an incredible and magic Christmas!" Y/N said, releasing the children to run to their parents that kept, somehow, the bells singing around for a while as she came towards Ubbe.

"Can you hear it? That's amazing!" She said, embracing him.

"I don't know what you're talking about... The children were so excited... You really know how to make them happy, love," he played, pretending he still couldn't hear the bells he left behind.

The bunch of little bells now being divided by the parents that were keeping their children excited by dispersing the noise as they were going into their cars.

"Oh, don't play me the fool, Ubbe! Everyone was hearing it! Not only the kids! You just can’t hear it because you don’t believe in Santa.” Y/N said, walking beside him towards her room at the school with that charming indignation he always liked to tease.

And of course, it wouldn't be different this time.

“Hear what?” he said, just to provoke as she was picking her things and her bag for them to leave.

“The bell!” Y/N she stomped stronger with one of her feet, looking at him outraged. "The bell, Ubbe! The Christmas bell everyone was hearing!"

"Oh, that noisy thing? I thought it was some cat walking around with a bell in his collar," he joked just to see Y/N rolling her eyes and looking at him with that accusatory glare.

She knew he brought the bells.

He knew she knew it.

"Santa should give you a piece of coal, you disbeliever..."

But yet, she smiled. And Ubbe smiled back, embracing her waist.

"I don't think so... It's said he gives good gifts to who behaves and well... I think Imma good boy, ain't I?" he joked again, walking towards the car.

Smiling when she kissed his cheek before taking her place and smile.

"Yeah... You are."

Knowing or not, it was magical for her.

And maybe that was all the magic he needed.

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Holly-Jolly Fucking Christmas

The Request: A shot for Sigurd with the following prompt: “It’s a Holly-Jolly fuck-you-it’s-too-early-for-CHRISTMAS!” Author’s Notes | Because “It’s never too late to chase” (Medicine, DayFelice) but sometimes, is too soon… Universe | Vikings Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Rock Star! Sigurd, Agent! Reader, prompts designed by @honestsycrets​ for 2019’s Holiday Event Words | 1203 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

"I got you a surprise!"

Sigurd was almost all the time afraid of that sentence in his agent's lips. That's because that little catch of words would always mean something that he would work like hell to produce - for a huge amount of money, of course, but a proportional amount of work.

And the proportion of work usually was connected to the level of Y/N's excitement at the phone when giving him the news or telling him that infamous sentence. And this time, taking by the tone of her voice, she was excited as fuck!

Which means work as fuck for him, of course...

Y/N was his agent for longer than five years now. She had already followed Sigurd in a large number of tours and he could say she was there through almost his whole career once things only started to really take off after she arrived in his life to replace his first agent after a huge problem with finances. Since she arrived, his shows started to really give him more money to invest and the whole plan grew into a huge success that was blasting all around and giving him tons of money and attention he never thought he would able to gather.

She was good. His precious treasure. And he had to admit it was hard to keep things professional with her - it was a long-time plan now to find a way to get that woman in his life for more than just making him a star... But this wasn't the case at the moment.

Despite his need to discover how to put that beautiful smile on her face with anything other than a millionaire job for him, Sigurd sat at his table, disposed to hear her words.

"Let's see... What's my surprise this time?" he smiled, gently.

Observing how beautiful was the waving of her hair while she was opening that planner to show him the papers that she got.

"Here... Can you see? A whole package for tv, radio, and digital media! You'll be every-fucking-where!"

She was showing him a printed email with the confirmation of a contract he could bet would have tons of pages he would spend a whole evening signing front and verse. But the giant amount of zeros in that number near the word "payment" in that email was enough to distract Sigurd's stained eyes completely from the number of pages he would have to sign.

"Holy shit!" he cursed. "Y/N! That's a fortune!!"

"Isn't it?" She said, proudly.

"Who do I have to kill?" Sigurd asked, causing her to giggle, looking at him.

"No one, you silly. It's for a "holly-jolly Christmas". The song will be everywhere and they intend to make a small video with... What?"

Sigurd was looking at her with a shocked face and the paper in his hand, really stunned.

"What??"

"Did you hear what you said?" he asked, looking at her, almost outraged.

"Yeah! It's for a holly-jolly..." she interrupted herself again with that curious face. "What's the matter?" She asked as if it was nothing.

“It’s a Holly-Jolly fuck-you-it’s-too-early-for-CHRISTMAS!" Sigurd answered, astonished. "My God, Y/N! We're in July!!! How am I supposed to get inspired to make a holly-jolly Christmas song in the middle of July???" he sounded a little desperate and she smiled, understanding he wasn't rejecting the work.

Y/N knew he needed a whole environment and themes and lots of little peculiarities he didn't know, but she used to think it was charming when he was composing.

"Well... I know it is July and... I know you need that whole ambient thing so... I rent that cabin you like in the mountains and I took the freedom to go there before speaking to you and redecorate a little. I think you'll like it."

Sigurd’s expression became a little more relaxed. She knew him so well...

Once again his brain betrayed him remembering his heart that she was the only one who ever knew him like that, from the little peculiarities for his composing time to the perfect measurement of the sugar in his coffee cups... She knew everything to make him happy and she could anticipate any need he would have...

She was perfect... Too perfect to be only his agent.

"Wanna see it?" she asked, sounding kinda insecure as she always was when making something for him.

As if she didn't know it would be perfect for sure...

Sigurd smiled.

"I do... Take me there," he asked, taking from her any chances to let him leave alone to the cabin.

The two of them left to the private airport where his plane took them to the mountains. A call or two and his things would be packed and sent there, so he wasn't worried.

Instead, he took the trip time to observe her details... How focused she was, how beautiful she was... Why couldn't he find the right way to dig his way into her heart?

Maybe it was his chance... And this time he decided not to let it pass. When they arrived, the beautiful cabin was entirely decorated, despite there wasn't a single ice crystal around. The brown of earth and wood was kinda breaking the scenario but despite the missing white, everything was so Christmas like that he couldn't deny, once again, she was perfect to inspire him.

"I tried to know if there was any kind of soap foam to play the snow, but well... Nothing that wouldn't be just an enormous wet stain in a few minutes so... I think you'll have to use your imagination a little, but they say it's pretty cold at night and..."

This time, it was his touch in her face that interrupted her words causing her to smile shyly.

"It's perfect. Perfect as everything you do..." he said, causing her smile to become bigger when he caressed her cheek.

"I'll let you work then," she said, caressing his hand back in a gentle answer.

But Sigurd held her hand in his, thinking it was now or never.

"Stay..." he said, looking at her with that beautiful pair of stained blues that she learned to love silently for so long.

Did he have any idea of what was he doing with her heart?

He did... Pretty well...

"It's not Christmas without a sweet company. And maybe I can be lucky and find any doorway with a mistletoe around... To steal you a Christmas' kiss..." he risked.

She could reject him... And then everything would be broken and he could even lose his most precious treasure...

But if he never tried then he would never see that beautiful glow in her eyes. Nor feel her hands touching his face so gently. So loving.

"Well, since I have been waiting so long to hear something like that from you... I don't think we really need to wait December for the Christmas gifts, right?" She joked before softly kissing his lips, feeling when Sigurd embraced her waist, deepening the kiss into something passionate.

In the end, that thing of Christmas in July wouldn't be so bad...

And he could even think about a romantic holly-jolly Christmas song to find in the sky of her mouth.

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