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[artemiseamoon]

The Mate Series

Vikings

Read full works on A03. Yes, you need an account. Previews posted to tumblr. (Unless it’s older work, some of that is still up, for now)

Since I’ve now completed my second within this theme (shifters/creatures and mates), I’ve decided to make this a no pressure, no deadline, casual series. Not sure if I’ll connect any of these universes yet. We’ll see!

Completed Works

Milk & Honey - Werebear! Bjorn x Lovisa

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives - Satyr! Ubbe x Fiona

In progress

When night comes - Incubus! Ragnar x Noelle

Tba

Sky Full of Stars - Queen Auslug x Shifter! Oc

The Viking & the Princess - Werebear! Rollo x ofc

…More supernatural Vikings

Vampires, wolves, etc..not all specifically mate focused. Some of this is older and may need revisions and editing, once I have time, some day.

My general Vikings list

Assorted Moodboards

[hecohansen31]

I Could Have Another You In A Minute

Gunnhild+Ingrid (Modern AU)

“To the left, to the left Everything you own in the box to the left In the closet, that's my stuff Yes, if I bought it, please don't touch (Don't touch) And keep talking that mess that's fine But could you walk and talk at the same time And, it's my name that's on that jag So remove your bags, let me call you a cab “

“Irreplaceable��� by Beyoncé

(A/N): Hello there lovelies!

I have decided to write a few different fics since we are in pride month, to honor all the different shades of love (I obviously know that this is an extremely commercial thing, but I just wanted you to know that you are more than welcome to request this kind of fics, if you are interested!).

I have another one pubblished on my AO3 (of the same name), and I’ll try to upload it here too!

I hope that Bjorn’s stans will know that this is just me messing around with a ptompt and I don’t mean no offense (although Bjorn to me is like that husband on the show ‘Seeking Sisters Wives’, whose wife broke down crying because she didn’t want a polyamorous relationship and he simply just stood there) (also no offense to polyamorous relationships, this isn’t my intent, and I do think that show portrays ‘poly-love’ in the worst way possible).

I really hope you’ll like this idea, although it is different from my usual, and if you end up actually liking it, please do give me some feedback, if you feel like it.

Feedback always helps us writers in feeling motivated and writing more, so if it pleases you, don’t forget to leave a comment or a reblog, if you liked it.

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Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Cheating, Slight Mention of Sex, Slight Misogyny (Girl-On-Girl Hate)

Gunnhild hadn’t thought this day would come.

Certainly, she hadn’t thought that a man like Bjorn with two previous disastrous marriages would have been truly faithful to her till death did them apart.

But at the same time, she hadn’t thought it’d happen this soon.

And in this way.

She had started noticing Bjorn straying away from her bed and her arms, but she hadn’t thought much about it, mostly because they had both always been pretty independent from each other, something she had prided herself with.

Which turned out the same thing that had brought her husband away from her.

Making him tired of her.

Alongside the pretty blonde thing that had been keeping company at him by night.

Her name was Ingrid.

She was the secretary at the corporation Bjorn ruled over, after he had been able to disentangle it from his younger brother’s hands, mostly thanks to Gunnhild.

It felt strange for her to see that so many things that she had done being the ones that had pushed Bjorn in Ingrid’s awaiting arms.

Almost as if she had been the one pushing him in them.

She was a pretty thing, certainly a bit younger than Gunnhild, and immediately the wife had known what her husband had seen in his lover: the promise of a renewed youth through her thighs and her pretty smiles.

She had once caught Bjorn in such a ritual, pushing himself as some graceless boar between the thighs of the slender woman, in a way that had made Gunnhild question if this was the way he also acted with her in bed.

If she had been simply too blinded by the need to please him, to make him feel like she enjoyed truly rusty bedroom antics to notice how truly awful Bjorn looked, old and almost funny in his search for eternal youth.

That had been the first time she had caught them, together, in his office.

And at first, she had hated Ingrid with all her heart.

She now recognized that it had been one attempt to shift the blame away from the man who had done the true act of betrayal, because although it indeed took two to cheat, it was her husband who had decided to fall in the temptation of a pretty face.

He should have known better.

He had a devoted wife.

Somebody who had given up her entire career to be with him.

Gunnhild, fierce and strong Gunnhild, one of the best lawyers in entire Norway if not Scandinavia, had decided to become a soft-spoken trophy-wife for Bjorn Ironside, taming the wildness in her wicked ways that her previous husband had loved so so much.

The result had been awkward.

She wasn’t well-liked in the social circles.

She wasn’t one to smile at photographers or to hold her tongue, meanwhile Bjorn and his colleagues spoke of the latest harassment lawsuit they had avoided with a hefty sum.

It was tiring on the long run.

But for a long time, she had blamed for it.

But she had thought it would have made Bjorn happy.

It would have made him stop his antics of chasing skirt after skirt.

She had also used this to justify Bjorn’s cheating ways.

So, for a long time, she had been quietly raging against Ingrid, meanwhile her husband chased her skirt, but didn’t decide in the slightest to end things with Gunnhild, keeping her good and at his own use, anytime he needed.

But it was all coming to an end.

She could feel it.

This was simply a temporary situation.

So, she hadn’t been surprised when Bjorn had asked to talk about the ���Ingrid’s situation’.

But she hadn’t expected to hear what he uttered.

‘I want her and you’ he had spoken almost as if he should have been flattered of it ‘… she is… she is what is missing in our relationship’.

And those words had been her blessing.

Those words had opened her closed eyes.

And she had realized that it had been Bjorn who had been missing something, not her.

Because she had been happy in this relationship…

… most of the time…

And if something was missing…

… it wasn’t Ingrid.

He would have chased again new skirts and new women, after her.

No matter her.

No matter if Gunnhild accepted this or not.

He liked the thought of being able to pry away the innocence of the most resilientgirls  like he had done with Gunnhild and he enjoyed even more the thought of silly young things like Ingrid flocking at him in admiration, like a small girl that had to learn the world.

And he was the solely one who could teach her.

But it was all huge bullshit.

And she had finally realized it.

‘Honestly Bjorn… I don’t think that it’d be fair…’ she had spoken and immediately Bjorn had started pleading and then he had pouted, almost as a silly child, who had been denied his favorite toy.

But Gunnhild slept lovely at that sound.

As she planned her own revenge.

If Bjorn wanted to chase youth through the things of some basic secretary, why couldn’t she do the same.

With the same girl.

The following morning, she had blamed her own bad humor and answer to her period, knowing that Bjorn wouldn’t have questioned such thing.

He never questioned anything as long as it profited him.

‘But I’d like to know more of this Ingrid before agreeing to this lifestyle’ she had spoken, as they ate breakfast, enjoying the way Bjorn’s face crooked in a confused expression ‘… I haven’t seen much more of her than her ass, and I’ll have to soon share an house with her and an husband. I’d like to test if she is a proper addiction to our life’.

She had particularly enjoyed the small bicker that had ensued after, as Bjorn tried his best to mark up his authority, suggesting there was no need for such a control, but in the end the strenuous lawyer, that Gunnhild was, had won her also this case.

And the chase had begun.

Ingrid, at first, had seemed wary of her and her nearness.

Certainly it wasn’t an everyday thing that the wife of your lover came to your house for an afternoon tea with no desire to slap you as in the worst telenovelas or beg you to leave her husband alone.

Gunnhild had simply told her Bjorn’s plans, insisting on a few details…

… intimate details that had left Ingrid a bit hot on the cheeks.

And she had enjoyed the sight of it.

Maybe a bit more than it was proper for her plan.

But soon it had all started its motion, as she made sure to pass more and more time with Ingrid, making her feel comfortable in her presence, to the point that anybody in a crowd would have thought that they were the bestest of friends.

If not straight up girlfriends.

And it was nice that Ingrid seemed far more than the typical ‘I fuck the boss’ girl.

A good dash of wickedness in her eyes held an ambition that spoke directly to Gunnhild’s own heart.

‘I’d like to be something more than a secretary, but…’ she had once mentioned, meanwhile they drank a coffee after one of their shopping trips (she and Gunnhild seemed to get an immense satisfaction at wrecking Bjorn’s credit cards) ‘… but it isn’t easy, when you don’t have the connections and people see you as too pretty than to be anything but  a wife’.

It had seemed strange to hear that Ingrid had problems like that and something in Gunnhild had softened, and the artificial interest she had been having for their last meetings had become more genuine, till the point that Gunnhild had started becoming more and more interested in Ingrid.

She wanted to see the woman behind the cover of the ‘perfect girl’ she put up.

Something that could have completely ruined her plan.

Hence on one of their ‘dates’ she had asked Ingrid.

‘Tell me something, Ingrid, and don’t even try to lie’ she had focused her steely eyes on the beautiful blonde woman in front of her, who, in her favor, hadn’t backed down from the other woman’s stare, leaning in instead ‘… do you have any intention of using my husband?’.

She had seemed truly shocked by her insinuation and for a moment Gunnhild had thought that she had undervalued Ingrid’s interest and ambition and then the woman had breathed.

“Yes, I do” and it had been almost as if Pandora’s vase had opened “… he doesn’t see me as anything more than a pretty decent fuck, he has been lurching off me for the fucking energy that I give him, for the status of having such a young lover, why should I not take something from him, as well? This way we’ll both gain something from it’.

And Gunnhild hadn’t ever smiled larger.

‘Well then I have a proposition for you’.

They had brought themselves away from Bjorn’s grasps, denying him constantly the pleasure of your intimacy, meanwhile some sort of intimacy grew between them, to the point that a clumsy kiss happened, after too much wine and a few laughs to Bjorn’s expenses, on a retreat in Ingrid’s apartment.

‘You see me’ Ingrid had spoken ‘… you have your eyes open even when they are closed, and you see me as more than a pretty face’.

‘I see you as the devious minx that you truly are, Ingrid’ her words were aggressive, as the kiss she planted on her lips ‘… and I like it very much’.

And they had found themselves in bed.

And Ingrid upon her had looked like a true masterpiece.

And felt even better.

Bjorn the following day had found the divorce papers already signed.

And a special text from Ingrid.

Gunnhild now had her eyes open now and she never intended to go back to when they were closed.

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Gunnhild, the Mermaid

- I blame Eva's gifset for bringing my HC to life. Wrote a little ficlet to go with it.

[serasvictoria]

@vikingstrash asked for the following:

Boo! 😂

Pls gimme number 14 of the smut prompts with Amma/Gunnhild.

And number 14 is “Can you help me with this zipper?” 😏

The things this did to me. Oh lord. And then it got unexpectedly sad as well? Don't know why.

All pictures from Pinterest

Tagging @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @ritual-unions-gotme @pomegranates-and-blood @quantumlocked310 @adrille88 @youbloodymadgenius @punkrocknpearls @whenimaunicorn @captainkilly @actual-queen-of-hell (apologies if this ship is not your thing by the way!)

It had taken Amma quite some time to get her friend back to resemble the person that she had been before. One of the most noticeable differences was that when she smiled now, it actually reached her eyes which had been absent for a while. The spark had been missing, completely snuffed out because of a guy who cared about no one but himself.

The phone call came completely out of the blue and Amma had answered without looking at the screen, but when she had heard that sad, shaky voice on the other end of the line her heart broke into a million tiny pieces.

“I need you.”

Three words. That was all that it took.

Amma was standing in front of the house about half an hour later and helped Gunnhild put two suitcases, four cardboard boxes, a couple of bags, one large plant that Amma instantly recognised as something that she had given her friend as a housewarming present and a cage with a pet hamster into the car. It had taken them about ten minutes to load everything into Amma’s fairly small car and to get her away from her failing marriage.

The first few days were spent watching over Gunnhild and petting her hair as she lay on her side, curled up into a fetal position. It made Amma want to go to Bjorn’s house in the middle of the night just so she could break his nose. Maybe even give that Wiccan bitch that had lured him into her bed with her lucky pussy a black eye as well for good measure.

It was a damn shame that Gunnhild kept telling her not to, even going as far as expressly forbidding her to go. She knew that Amma had never been able to refuse her anything so she stayed by her side instead, hugged her when it was needed, spewed the usual “it will get better” bullshit as she wiped the tears from her face, even feeding her when Gunnhild kept insisting that she wasn’t hungry.

“I won’t have you die on me,” she had said quite sternly before blowing on the spoon. “And definitely not over a dumb asshole like that.”

“Don’t say that,” Gunnhild replied helplessly, but she still allowed Amma to feed her. “He’s not-“

“You know that it’s true. Please stop defending him.” Something in Amma’s voice made it clear that she was not going to stand for Gunnhild’s continuous excuses on behalf of that piece of shit. Her friend stopped arguing, an indication that her words were finally starting to get through to her. “He doesn't deserve you. Never did.”

Seeing the woman that she had admired for about as long as she could remember being reduced to this infuriated her.

Ever since an unfortunate accident where she had accidentally punched Gunnhild in the face when she was about six years old, when the already taller blonde pulled her off some boy that had offended Amma. It was the only injury that she had caused that genuinely horrified her. Only because all that her friend did was smile, wiping the blood from her split lip and laughing like nothing of importance had happened at all, even if Amma knew that it must have hurt like hell.

They were inseparable afterwards, practically joined at the hip, and had been until they graduated college.

Circumstances had caused them to drift apart for a short while, a bad choice in partner at the heart of it all, but Amma was glad that she was the first person that Gunnhild called when she was in trouble. That meant something. That meant that the close bond that they had formed over the years had not been severed at all.

A few weeks after she had arrived, now that their evenings were not spent with one watching over the other, now that one brow wasn’t constantly creased with worry over the continuous stream of tears that leaked from the eyes of the other, naturally their conversations drifted back to the “good old days” when things were a lot more carefree.

“You were always so…” Amma stopped herself then, almost afraid to continue, because she knew that if she would start that she wouldn’t be able to stop until everything had spilled out of her. “So…”

“What?” Gunnhild reached for her hand then, threading her fingers through hers like they belonged there, mirroring something that they used to do all the time when younger. “What was I?”

“Fierce.” Her friend chuckled and shook her head. “You were!”

“You always looked at me differently from everyone else.”

And it was true, because she did. Though Gunnhild never quite seemed to pick up on what exactly made it so different.

“Because you outshone everyone.” Gunnhild was her own personal sun ever since that fateful day and Amma gravitated around her. Her own personal satellite that has been caught in her gravitational pull. “Everyone paled into insignificance next to you.”

“You give me too much credit.”

“Stop doing that.” Amma moved in close suddenly, grateful that Gunnhild was sitting down, because otherwise their height difference would not have made what she wanted to do possible. She pressed her forehead against hers and she could feel her freeze. “You are magnificent. I don’t know half of what that dumb fuck told you to make you talk like that, but he was talking out of his ass.”

“Perhaps.” Gunnhild closed her eyes and not for the first time since Amma had taken her in, she felt the overwhelming need to close the distance and kiss her. There was a gentle nudge at her shoulder and she reluctantly pulled away instead. “Okay. I have been burdening you with my presence for long enough.”

“Are you trying to say…”

“What?” Amma had no idea what Gunnhild was seeing on her face, but her smile faded fast. Her expression must have looked particularly horrified for the mood to change that quickly. “Sweet Amma.”

She could feel her heart skipping a beat. That was something that she had not been called for many years. Not since…

“You took me in without complaining.” Gunnhild pressed on and Amma managed to draw air back into her lungs halfway through the sentence, like some major crisis had just been averted. “Listened to me complain, dried my tears, made me watch The Nanny until I cried with laughter, you even fed me. I want to thank you for everything that you did to me.”

“I did it because I…” Amma swallowed her words back down. She couldn’t tell her that. Not now. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it all over again. In a heartbeat.”

“I know.” Gunnhild’s eyes were so soft that it was making Amma’s heart hammer away in her chest. “Go get changed.”

“Get changed?” Her brow furrowed in confusion as she watched her friend get up from the couch. “For what?”

“I want to take you out to dinner and we’re not going out dressed like this.”

Gunnhild gestured at herself and then at Amma. Gunnhild was wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder. She still looked like a million bucks though. Amma meanwhile was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that was so old that it had holes in it. She would definitely need to change.

“We don’t have to dress up to go to the pizza place.”

“We’re not having pizza.” When Gunnhild saw Amma’s pout, she started laughing. “I want to take you to that new sushi place. So dress up.” Amma got up from the couch, but still folded her arms in front of her chest to convey her mild annoyance. “Please?”

Amma had a hard time saying no to that request and her shoulders dropped in defeat. “Bitch.” She muttered the word under her breath, which turned to laughter when Gunnhild ruffled her hair right before disappearing into the guest bedroom.

She remained frozen in place for a little while longer, looking at the shadows on the wall through the open door, completely enraptured by something so silly. She shook her head as she got to her feet and retreated back to her own room to get changed.

The sushi place had come highly recommended by Hvitserk and whenever he gave a place high marks, that meant that it was good. He was always eating so he really knew his stuff.

It wasn’t like the restaurant was that fancy though so they didn’t have to show up in their finest just to be allowed to enter. A black skirt paired with a white turtleneck would do so Amma eventually emerged from her room dressed in that. She was right in the middle of pulling on a pair of kneehigh socks when Gunnhild came out of her room.

Amma’s heart stopped beating from the moment that she reappeared.

“Can you help me with this zipper?”

There was little else that she could do apart from stare however. Gunnhild was wearing a tight black knee-length dress that hugged her figure, emphasising her curves perfectly. The aforementioned zipper ran from her back down to her side and the only part that had been closed was what Gunnhild had been able to reach, which meant that her entire back was bare.

“Amma?” She looked over her shoulder at her friend, a hint of a shy smile playing on her lips as she pulled her long hair over her shoulder. “Please?”

“Oh yes!” Amma surged back to life and walked over to where Gunnhild was standing. “Sorry.”

Amma’s fingers grasped the zipper and she started pulling it up painstakingly slowly, taking her time to cover up Gunnhild’s flawless skin.

Memories from many years ago started flitting through her mind.

Her small hands on her friend’s back in the dark as the blonde lay between her thighs and kissing each other until the sun came up.

Amma straddling Gunnhild’s thighs, hands underneath her friend’s shirt, teasing her nipples into peaks until she was a panting mess underneath her.

Gunnhild’s fingers threaded through her dark hair and pulling on the strands whenever Amma found a sweet spot. She could still find every single one of those spots now, each one having been burned into her memory a long time ago.

Their fingers were always entwined back then. All the time. Not caring who the fuck saw them whenever they were out and about.

Thinking about that now, her next move was a fairly natural one.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips on Gunnhild’s spine, right in the middle, and she took a few seconds to breathe in her friend’s familiar scent until she heard her name being uttered. Amma pulled away in shock and gave the zipper a hard tug upwards before stepping away entirely.

“I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that!”

“Amma.” She recoiled in upon herself. She had not crossed that boundary in years, not since Gunnhild had told her that they were friends. Just friends. She wiped at her eyes, tears already forming, angry with herself for not respecting her friend’s wishes, for being tempted so easily. “Amma!”

Her eyes were still wet when she looked up, barely seeing Gunnhild through the tears, then she felt hands cupping her face and soft lips pressing down on hers. Amma gasped and Gunnhild took that opportunity to slide her tongue into her mouth. It was so easy for Gunnhild to draw moans from her throat and set her body alight with just a kiss.

“Wait.” Even if she wanted to do nothing more than drag Gunnhild to her bed so she could familiarise herself with the statuesque blonde’s body all over again, she couldn’t stop the little voice in the back of her head from spewing all kinds of insecurities into her mind. “G! Please stop.”

Gunnhild took a step back and Amma immediately missed feeling her warmth, but she wasn’t going to do this. Not again. She had smiled her way through it the last time, ensuring her friend that nothing would change between them, even if all that she wanted to do was break down and cry.

“I’m not going to be the rebound.”

“The what now?”

“Don’t get me wrong. This, the thing that happened just now… amazing. Honest. But I can’t.” Gunnhild’s expression was one of complete and utter confusion, because Amma had never voiced exactly how she had felt all those years ago. “Is this happening just because I’m available? Because you broke my heart, G. I was a fucking mess when you moved out and I don’t want to go thr-“

Before she even had a chance to finish her sentence, those lips were back on hers and there was little else to do apart from give in. She had never been able to refuse her after all. Amma was slowly being pushed back to her bedroom and she was already half naked by the time that they got there, her turtleneck having been pulled off somewhere along the way.

Soon enough, her calves connected with the bed and both of them fell onto the mattress. There was such a flurry of activity that she never even knew what hit her. Amma hiked Gunnhild’s dress up, revealing the thong underneath. Her hands gripped Gunnhild’s ass, moulding the flesh in her palms and giving a slap occasionally which earned her a squeal in reply every single time.

Her friend gave as good as she had in return and her hands skimmed down her body like they had never left her at all, making quick work of removing Amma’s bra, but there was such a sense of urgency to her movements that they disappeared underneath her skirt in a matter of minutes.

The hands that knew every part of her body years ago had no problems finding all the right spots now. A teasing swirl here, a more confident swipe there. Amma covered her face with her arms and threw her head back. Her underwear was swiftly removed, leaving her naked apart from that skirt and the one slouching sock that she had managed to pull on.

Her friend had absolute control for once and left her moaning like she was in heat in seconds. Her pussy was throbbing with desire for Gunnhild, as if it remembered every touch, every kiss, every bite. When those sweet, blessed fingers disappeared, when she was this close, she almost feared rejection again, but then her skirt was flipped up and the hands were back on her thighs to keep them open.

The warm breath on her sensitive heat was the first thing that let her know exactly where her lover’s face was, but she had little chance to prepare. Her tongue licked a broad stripe upward and then focused all their attention on the pearl that lay hidden at the top. Gunnhild’s soft lips closed around the nub, swollen with need, sucking on it until Amma cried out her name.

The fact that it caused Gunnhild little to no time at all to cause her legs shake should have been embarrassing, but she was past the point of caring. She keened out incoherent noises as she came, her arms pushing her up from the bed as the waves of sheer bliss positively pulled her down into the depths and drowned her. She barely even remembered being pulled up the bed by those strong arms and being wrapped up in their strong embrace afterwards.

It was the first thing that she was aware of when her orgasm had ebbed away however. She put her arms around her friend, buried her head against her bare chest and pressed a kiss on her sternum as the comforting scent of her filled her nostrils.

“Why is this even…” When she was even fit to form words, she could not help but address one of the reasons why everything had changed between them. “You told me…”

“You remember Mari and Britt?”

“Those shallow bitches that lived next door? What did they say?”

“Promise me you won’t get angry.”

“What. Did. They. Say.” When Gunnhild sighed in response, her anger subsided immediately. “Hey.” Amma shifted in her arms until she was hovering over her. “I’m sorry. Please tell me. Promise I won’t punch those cows when I run into them.”

“For once,” her friend replied with a brief smile before turning more serious as she continued. “They told me that it was just a phase.”

“Excuse me?” And just like that those two names found themselves back on Amma’s hitlist. “And you believed them?”

“We’d been friends for as long as I can remember, it was too easy to believe.”

“Those bitches played at being into each other just to get attention from guys. I can’t believe you listened to them.” She could already see the two of them putting that bullshit into her head. They were probably just jealous that Amma could make Gunnhild scream in ways that their boyfriends never seemed to be able to copy with them. “It was never like that for me.”

“I didn’t want to lose your friendship so I thought it was better to end it before you got tired of me.”

“Are you serious?” Amma grabbed her face with both hands so she could not look away. It was of the utmost importance that she saw the look in her eyes. “Listen to me. I love you.” The only thing she could do was pour her heart out and make Gunnhild see how serious she was about this. “I have always loved you. I never fully recognised those feelings when we were kids, but you are everything to me.”

“I know and I see that now.” The answering smile that she got from her made it clear that she did. They had known each other for so long that Amma had become a master at reading her friend’s expressions. “Sorry for taking so long.”

Maybe more should have been needed, a longer talk, but Amma could feel that her words were genuine. She could practically feel the love radiating from her friend and it was making her feel lightheaded and giddy. It was giving her a high that no drug would ever be able to give her.

“It’s okay.” She dipped her head down and sucked Gunnhild’s bottom lip into her mouth, only to give it a gentle tug before releasing it. “But we’ve got to make up for lost time. I need to make you feel exactly how much I love you.”

They giggled together and Amma put her hands next to Gunnhild’s head, caging her in for a moment. She dipped her head down and started licking and biting her neck, much to the obvious delight of the woman underneath her. Amma pushed her leg in between her thighs, angling it in such a way that Gunnhild could get the right amount of friction every time that she pushed her hips up.

“What did those dumbasses tell you? That it was a college thing to have your best friend fingerfuck you in the shower?” The little gasps and moans started getting louder the second that Amma pushed her hand in between her friend’s legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit with ease. “That having a girl eat you out while watching a particularly boring movie was part of the college experience?” Gunnhild’s nails pressed into her shoulder blades and then she dragged them out over her arms, no doubt leaving red tracks in their wake. “And what about that time when I bent your sweet ass over the kitchen counter so I could take you from behind with that new stra-“

“Amma!” The muscles in her thighs were starting to tremble, muscles contracting the closer Gunnhild came to reaching her climax. “Oh my g-“

The last word came out as a strangled groan, brutally cut off because Amma chose that exact moment to drown out her cries by pressing their lips together greedily. Strong arms circled around her shoulders, hanging onto her like Amma was the only lifeline that she had, like she would drown if she didn’t hang on for dear life.

It took Gunnhild a while to come down from her high and the next few hours were spent in bed. The brunette only got out of bed to order pizza and then to answer the door. Their dinner was instantly forgotten when she walked back into the bedroom to find Gunnhild with the blanket draped around her like she was Marilyn fucking Monroe in those infamous ‘Last sitting’ pictures and they ended up gearing up for another round as the pizza boxes were discarded on the floor.

Their empty stomachs got the better of them an hour later and they sat on the bed eating cold pizza and laughing over this odd turn of events when Gunnhild’s phone pinged to alert her to a text message.

She sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, staring down at the screen in silence for a short while before uttering a, “What the fuck.”

“What.” Amma sat up in the bed and looked over her friend’s shoulder. “Did someone die?”

“No. Bjorn got in touch.”

“The fuck!” Gunnhild handed her the mobile and she stared at the screen. “I forgive you? Is this asshole for real?”

Not for the first time since Amma had gone over to Bjorn’s house to pick up her friend, she was overcome with the overwhelming urge to kick his ass. He hadn’t gotten in touch for a while. That one asshole text to let Gunnhild know that he was going to throw out her Bratmobile, L7 and The Gits CDs if she didn’t come pick them up didn’t count. He had probably been too preoccupied with fucking the basic bitch that he had left Gunnhild for to even spare her a second thought, and now he wanted her back? Just like that? Little Miss Wiccan had probably figured out what a self-centred jerk he was and had done a runner. That was the only explanation as to why he would even send a message like this.

“Give it back.” Gunnhild reached for the phone, but Amma held it out of her reach. “I’m blocking his number.”

“No. No yet.”

“Amma, what are you… Why are you smiling?”

“We’re getting back at him for this shit first.”

“Wh- how…” Amma scrambled down onto the floor, dug her own cell phone out of her discarded purse and turned the camera in Gunnhild’s direction, took a quick picture and put it back down again when she deemed the quality insufficient enough for what she was planning to do. “Wait, what did you have in mind?”

“Trust me.” Gunnhild looked at her with her eyebrows raised. Whenever Amma said stuff like that, it usually landed her into trouble. “You remember that time when I bought that second hand camcorder?”

“Yes.” Gunnhild’s cheeks flushed red when she remembered the weekend that the two of them had spent in bed while Amma recorded almost everything. “You’re not… Amma, no.”

“It’s the only way that he’ll learn.” Amma gave her girlfriend (because that was what she was now, no chance in hell that she was ever going to let her go after this), her phone back. “Think of this as your own personal camcorder.”

“You want me to…”

“Yep!” Amma’s confident voice made her lover giggle in reply. “Record me doing what I do best and then send it to his sorry ass. You can block him afterwards.”

“You’re gonna…”

“Eat your pussy until you have no voice left.”

“Amma. Fuck.”

“You love it.” She grabbed a handful of blonde hair, pulled Gunnhild’s head back and ghosted her lips over hers without actually closing the distance. “And I love you.”

“I know. Love you too.” The confession was nothing more than a whisper, but it made Amma’s heart soar nonetheless. Gunnhild’s smile turned a lot naughtier right before she added, “Now get to work.”

“Anything for you, sexy.” Amma pushed Gunnhild’s thighs open and settled down on her knees in front of her. She winked up at the phone when it was angled into her face. “I’m ready for my closeup…”

[malenamoonlight]

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I tried to make a moodboard about Gunnhild, the warrior, the shield-maiden, but this is how it ended up…  

Gunnhild was so in love that she gave up her life for that love, for a man. This is the ultimate truth about Gunnhild. It’s sad, tragic and frustrating, but this is who she is. Unfortunately, I can’t change this. Her fate still hurts. Sweet angel…

[honestsycrets]

Not Us | [ Queen Gunnhild x Princess Torvi ]

❛ pairing | torvi x gunnhild

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | Torvi is woken up by Gunnhild trashing after her dream, set in 6A. 

❛  warnings | f x f, unhappy endings, angst heavy, mention of infidelity (bjorn). 

❛ sy’s notes | happy birthday @flowers-in-your-hayr​ ! This piece isn’t really all that happy, aahh. I meant to make you an Ivar!Model piece but my muse just wasn’t there to finish it. Instead, I wrote this remembering that beautiful moodboard you made.

Cold sweats, matted hair. It clings to her back as she rises to sit in the inner chambers of the Great Hall where Gunnhild was, where her Ubbe was. In his absence, Ubbe insisted upon invading Gunnhild’s privacy and setting up his own bed here-- where he effectively hushed a woman his elder. 

Two of them to be precise. 

Bjorn had gone, as he always did, on his own. He smelled of deceit in the way he walked and talked. She knew that Gunnhild could not have missed it. She was many things-- but stupid was not one of those. That was not the surprise. The surprise came with the thrashing of the queen, thrusting herself over her large and empty bed. 

Torvi knew that she had woken up for a purpose. There was no such thing as happenstance-- that only existed in the happenstance of those who could not face the reality of the gods. She shifts over the bed, her toes connecting with the aged wood, and she drags herself from her bed shared with her Ubbe toward her Gunnhild.

“Gunnhild,” she calls out, dragging her fingertips over Gunnhild’s forehead, soothing the dampness and stilling her from yet again throwing herself over. “Gunnhild-- What is it?” 

Through her heavy lashes, Gunnhild stares-- caring but frightened, hinging upon secretive. Torvi rakes the dull brown locks away from her brow, turning her head just so, and keeping her in tight consideration. “Nothing. I...” she lies, gesturing to her furs, kicked off the side. “It was hot.” 

Torvi knows better than that. 

Her large eyes bore into Gunnhild, softening her features, melting away the apprehension she had in admitting what was on her mind. “I had a dream,” she pulls herself to sit, taking Torvi’s lithe hands, and guiding her onto the bed too. 

“What sort of dream?” 

Gunnhild twists her head, gently, and reaches out to reassure her by placing her hand upon her stomach. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ll set out tomorrow.” 

“I’ll go with you,” Torvi pleads despite her round state, what a belly she’d not be able to squish into her armour. Gunnhild knows it’s impossible. Even if it weren’t, she could never ask such a thing from Torvi-- nor expect it. But she knew Torvi would follow wordlessly, like a impassioned dog, protective of what she knew to be true.

“No. You’re pregnant with Ubbe’s child. What do you think he would say then?” 

He’d set his foot down, say no, at the expense of her children. She fiddles with her hands, chewing something in her mouth that has swollen outward. Gunnhild glides her hand up and travels toward her soft cheek. 

“I’ll take care of them. You know I will.” 

She does-- and yet, tilting her head into Gunnhild’s hand, there’s no rush of abdication of a mother’s duties. In its place is a rush of concern in her flipping belly. Gunnhild’s head connects with her forehead, forcing her in place. 

“I know,” she agrees. But it’s too much-- too much. 

“You trust me?” 

“Of course I do.” Torvi says, “With my soul.” 

“Then it will be in the hands of the gods.” 

It should be fine. But it doesn’t feel fine. She shifts her aquiline nose over Gunnhild’s, catching her in the moment. Gunnhild, frozen over, loses the moment in her shock of soft thin lips over hers. 

She’s never been treated like… this by a woman. Bjorn’s passions were fiery when lit but since snuffed out by the promise of another warm body who did not hold him to the obligation of kingship. Gunnhild hasn’t felt warm for months. 

She snatches Torvi’s hand from her cheek, humphing once, and guides her hands down. Torvi’s thumbs ripple over the sheer white fabric of her nightgown. Just when she opens her lips to apologize, Gunnhild utters, no. Tomorrow, she’d take up her armour-- because that’s what the gods wanted. Needed of her. No domestic bliss, but that of the sword. 

“It’s better that we don’t. You’re fated elsewhere.” As she says that, her eye glazes over Ubbe’s bed, as if she’s meant for it there. To Ubbe, and his love, pure and misled. Better than Bjorn’s wandering eyes which still haunted Torvi to this day, palpable in her snide remarks. All the women he loved after. And then, the one he didn’t. 

Torvi doesn’t understand. One day, perhaps she would.

@bluearchersstuff​ @lisinfleur​

[jacksonroseroth]

The Viking Princess Chapter 1

A/N: So I may or may not have done a thing...About Bjorn’s Daughter? Shout out to @badwolf-in-the-impala for always helping me out! and to @captstefanbrandt who gave me enough renewed inspiration to churn out this first chapter! Hope you guys like it!

Warnings: None

Words: 4,085

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

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It was hard for Reisa to adjust to her family, as she was the last child born. All her cousins, and all three of her brothers, were 5-7 years older than her and had little interest in watching after the little princess. But being the only girl and Bjorn Ironside’s daughter made her quite famous among the Vikings in Scandinavia and among the Saxons in England. She’d grown up hearing the tales from her mother, Torvi, her father and uncles as well, about their family and, most importantly, her grandfather, Ragnar Lothbrok. The stories she was told made him seem like a god and she looked up to him for quite a long time.

From the time Ivar surrendered to his older brothers and Bjorn’s crowning as King of Kattegat, the town had grown, even more from its huge trading population and presence into a vast kingdom, overtaking many of King Harald’s earldoms. Angered at this accidental betrayal, King Harald began to wage war on the family, against the brothers who had bonded back together after Ivar’s collapse. Harald was taken by surprise to see the former king fighting against him, for his brothers, but it didn't shake his resolve to take back his lands, gain Kattegat, and finally become King of all Norway. With their only hope of sailing back to England and trying to persuade King Alfred into aiding them, Reisa’s world would become even harsher than she knew.

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Clashes and clangs rang in Reisa’s ears as she watched her mother spar with her older brothers. As the only girl, Reisa was very protected by her parents and they hesitated at training her to be a shield maiden. Neither of them wanted to risk her life at battle, especially not when they were up against Harald, who desperately wanted to do whatever it took to win. Yet through the restrictions, Reisa was able to learn enough to know how to defend herself, but not much more. When she was younger, her brothers would secretly teach her a little more, that is, until they received their arm rings and started to train at Bjorn’s side.

“Reisa! Watch out!” Vali’s voice pierced her focus and turned just in time to duck a stray arrow heading for the middle of her face, with a soft yelp. Behind her, she heard the thud as the point found its mark; The wood post just beyond her head. Reisa sighed and glanced up before she stood, yanking the arrow out of the post and turning to him. Vali was Ivar’s son with his wife, Kitta, the second of three. She twirled the arrow in her hand and tried to hide a smirk as he approached. His lips spread into a smile and he chuckled once he reached her. “Are you going to give that back?”

“That all depends, Cousin,” Reisa said, moving the arrow, just out of his initial reach. “Were you aiming at me?”

“Of course not,” Vali said, reaching over her to snatch it away. Reisa chuckled and crossed her arms. Vali stuffed the arrow back into his quiver as he said, “Hakan made me miss. What are you doing down here anyway? You’re not training for at least another few days.”

“I can still come down and watch. You’re not the only one who likes to break the rules.” Reisa remarked, her smirk now showing. Vali chuckled and shifted, crossing his hands in front of him.

“And when do I break the rules?” He asked. Reisa shrugged and said, “I suppose, like last week, when you snuck off with that slave girl and stayed out all night.”

Vali blinked, not realizing someone had seen his little endeavor, but he tried to play it off. “And how would you know that?” He asked. Reisa snickered and gave his shoulder a shove as she walked past him and said, “Because I was up all night watching the stars with Floki.”

Vali sighed as he shook his head and gave a chuckle, turning to follow her. They carried on a short conversation before he left her, with a kiss on her cheek, and joined his brothers, Hakan and Keld, practicing their archery. When the Lothbroks trained, they trained within themselves; Ubbe trained his son, Dain, Hvitserk trained with his two boys, Steinar and Wyborn, while Bjorn trained with Erik and Refil. Torvi split her time between her sons with Bjorn and her son with Ubbe.

It was an odd relationship between Torvi, Bjorn, and Ubbe. During a brief falling out with Ubbe, she had a fling with Bjorn, once more falling pregnant, this time with Reisa. Ubbe never resented her for it, as he even had another child with another woman, the woman soon taking off with his son. To Torvi’s pleasant surprise, Ubbe never treated Reisa any different than the other Lothbrok grandchildren, in fact, he soon became something of a second father to her. During the fling, Bjorn was married to his wife and queen, Gunnhild. Bjorn was also relieved when Gunnhild held no ill will to her and treated her as a daughter as well.

“Reisa. What are you doing here?” Reisa turned, abandoning the conversation with Vali, as Ubbe came over, Dain following. Reisa sighed.

“I just wanted to watch. Mother trains me differently than Erik and Refil.” Reisa said.

“Yes. And you know why that is.” Ubbe said, sheathing his sword and grabbing a pitcher of ale. Dain handed his father a cup and Ubbe filled them both, taking a sip before speaking to her again. “Go back up to the hall, Reisa. I’ll send your mother up when she’s done with her training.”

Reisa’s face scrunched up, annoyed, as Ubbe turned to one of the warriors that approached and struck up a conversation with Dain. Ubbe joined, letting Reisa know the subject was dropped and she was to obey. With a sigh, she swished her skirts at Ubbe as she turned to walk back to the hall, stopping to chat with a few of the people.

Bjorn and his new wife, Gunnhild, were a beloved King and Queen among the people. As Ubbe became Reisa’s second father, Gunnhild became her second mother. Both Bjorn and Torvi were well beyond pleased that their spouses cared for their youngest and only daughter so. As Reisa made her way into the hall, she saw Gunnhild gathered around the fire with her slaves and maidens, no doubt telling the young girls the tales of battle she endured. While she got many such tales from her parents and her uncles, there was something about the way Gunnhild told her stories that fascinated Reisa.

“By the time me and my husband reached each other, we were surrounded by the enemy,” Gunnhild said as Reisa approached with a smirk. It was a story she heard many times and could almost recite it by heart.

“You and King Bjorn?” One of the younger slaves asked, completely enthralled by the story. Gunnhild smiled at her and shook her head.

“No. This was before I met Bjorn. My husband Jarl Olavsonn.” Gunnhild said.

“Where is he now?” Another slave asked. Reisa couldn’t remember her name, but she knew that this young slave was captured by the idea of romance and love, an idea Reisa chuckled at. It wasn’t that she didn't believe in it, more so that she didn't believe it would save her from the fate already decided by the gods.

“He died in battle. The way any Viking should greet Odin. In the halls of Valhalla.” Reisa said, drawing the girls’ attention to her. Gunnhild looked up at her and smiled.

“Exactly,” Gunnhild said with a soft chuckle. “Alright. Enough stories for now. You all have your chores. Go on.”

The young girls scattered; The slaves attending their duties while the maidens stuck together and left the hall, no doubt to go down to training and watch the men. Along with struggling to adjust to her own family, Reisa struggled to fit in with the other young women her age in Kattegat. At 19, many of the other young women were married, many of them with families. Due to both Bjorn and Torvi wanting to find a good marriage for the Princess of Kattegat and that Reisa never found a man worthy enough of herself, she remained unmarried and an unspoken outcast.

“Did they kick you out of training already?” Gunnhild teased with a smirk as Reisa sat next to her, by the fire. Reisa smirked.

“I wasn’t training. I was just watching.” Reisa said. “But, yes. Ubbe sent me back before Mother or Father saw me.”

Gunnhild chuckled and sat back as she sipped her ale. She watched her stepdaughter, studying her as she poked at the fire before beckoning a slave for some ale of her own. Gunnhild sat forward and set down her cup, turning to her.

“Reisa. Has your father spoken to you yet?” Gunnhild asked, prompting Reisa to turn to her, surprised.

“Spoken to me? About what?” She asked. Gunnhild smirked and let out a chuckle as she shook her head. Reisa shifted in her seat as Gunnhild muttered to herself, sitting back once more.

“Oh, Bjorn, Bjorn, Bjorn…” She chuckled. Gunnhild looked at her and said, “We’re preparing to sail west soon. To speak to King Alfred.”

“Yes. Well, I’ve heard that much from Hvitserk and Ivar.” Reisa’s lips curved into a smirk as she added, “They’re quite loud.”

Gunnhild laughed. “Yes. That they are.” She snickered. Gunnhild took a breath and took on a more serious look as she continued, “But has Bjorn or Torvi spoken to you about it? Has anyone?”

Reisa sat back with a small huff, scrunching up her face as she became slightly annoyed and confused. “Not directly. I’ve only heard the talk from my uncles.” She said. Gunnhild gave another sigh and Reisa sat forward, setting her cup down. “What are you not telling me, Gunnhild?”

Gunnhild gave her a look. Reisa knew the tone she was using was disrespectful to her, as queen, but Gunnhild let it slide, for the moment. She crossed her legs and pressed her fingertips together, pondering how to say her next words, watching the princess closely.

“We are in negotiations on who will be going,” Gunnhild said. Reisa tilted her head in confusion. Surely, her uncle would accompany her father and her mother while Gunhild, along with her aunts, would stay behind to tend to their duties and Gunnhild would rule in Bjorn’s absence.

“I...Don’t understand. Negotiations?” Reisa questioned. Gunnhild sighed and said, “Bjorn wants a small portion of the army to come with us, should we have a need for it, and to protect himself.”

Understandable. Reisa thought.

“I have always been at your father’s side. I am very faithful and loyal to my husbands. I would rather risk my life to save his than have him recklessly risk his life.” Gunnhild said. So it had been established that Gunnhild would accompany them. So far, it all made sense in Reisa’s mind, yet she was still puzzled at why there were ‘negotiations’ about those who would be going, as it was quite clear to Reisa. When Gunnhild opened her mouth to continue, Reisa sighed, annoyed at this point, and said, “What are you trying to tell me, Gunnhild?”

“Hmm.” Gunnhild pressed her lips into an amused smile then said, “Save Kitta and Hvitserk’s wife, Syrin, we all wish to go with Bjorn to Wessex. Including your mother, your brother and your cousins. The boys are all well of age and Bjorn and your uncles have agreed already.”

It took Reisa a moment, then it all made sense. She was to stay behind. All of her family; Her mother, her father, his brothers and their sons. Even Gunnhild! They would all journey to Wessex and leave her behind in the care of her aunts. It’s not that she hated her aunts; Kitta and Syrin were wonderful mothers and took care of Reisa just the same. But she’d never left Kattegat, not even to visit the neighboring earldoms, even when she came of age. And now, her father was going to flit off to the west, taking the entire family, most likely as a show of solidarity and slight intimidation, but he would leave her behind?

There was no doubt in Reisa’s mind that they would leave Kitta in charge, as she had once been queen of Kattegat and knew how to lead the people. But she would be damned to Hell if she was going to be left behind while literally her entire family sailed off to Wessex.

Reisa stood, staring down hard at Gunnhild, who was shocked by the movement. “And I’m to stay here as well?! Like a poor, defenseless princess who needs to be protected?!” She cried. Gunnhild held up a hand to calm her, but it only made her even more upset.

“Reisa, please. Sit down and let me-”

“No. I’m not going to be left behind. I’ve never asked Father to go with him when he went off with Erik and Refil. When Mother would take them places and leave me behind. Never once did I ask to join any hunting parties they went off on.” Reisa said. “I’m aware of why Father is going to Wessex and I’m aware that we are at war with King Harald. I’ll not be left out this time!”

“Reisa!” Gunnhild stood as Reisa made to walk away from the fire and to storm down to find Bjorn, no doubt, and stopped her. “Reisa, please. Let me finish.”

Reisa was surprised that Gunnhild had given a few chuckles as she tried to calm her. Gunnhild stood and went to her, taking her hands with a soft smile. She pushed a few stray strands of her dark hair that fell loose during her little fit.

“There has never been any talk of leaving you behind, Reisa,” Gunnhild said. “Bjorn wants you to come, though...Torvi does not.”

The remark came as a surprise to Reisa. She was Torvi’s only daughter and she had always raised her to be fierce and that she was every bit equal to her brothers and cousins, though she did want to protect her in the same breath.

“She doesn’t? Why not? I would think of anyone, Father wouldn’t want me to come along.” Reisa said. Gunnhild nodded and smirked, leading Reisa away from the fire and walking her out of the hall and down to the docks.

“My child, there are a great many things ahead of us that we all must prepare for,” Gunnhild said, linking their arms as they walked through town. “Not only will this be your first time leaving Kattegat, but it will be the first time anyone will see the only daughter of Bjorn Ironside, granddaughter of Ragnar Lothbrok. You will be the name on everyone’s tongue and many men will seek to have you. Not only as a wife…”

Reisa knew her meaning and chewed her lip. She knew there was always a risk of her being kidnapped and held for ransom or leverage against Bjorn. But it was one thing to be taken in Norway, her home. Among the earldoms that she could have escaped to. Going to Wessex was a different situation entirely. She’d heard the stories growing up. Not all the Saxons were fond of the Northmen and there was the possibility she could be taken while they were in Wessex.

“Don’t be afraid, Reisa. You will be one of the most protected people, even more than King Alfred. Your mother is simply worried for you. That’s not to say she will try to stop you, she knows she can’t.” Gunnhild said. At that, Reisa couldn’t help a smirk. Even if Torvi had told her she couldn’t come, Reisa would find a way to sneak onto one of the boats and be with her family to greet King Alfred.

“So, all the family is going?” Reisa asked. “Why are there negotiations?”

Gunnhild gave a sigh and opened her mouth to speak when they were interrupted.

“Reisa. There you are.” The two women turned to see Torvi and Erik approaching them. Reisa smiled as her mother approached and embraced her, kissing her cheek. “Ubbe told me you were at training today.”

“Yes. I wanted to watch you train with Erik and Refil.” Reisa said. Torvi smiled and cupped her chin briefly.

“Ever my little warrior.” She teased. Reisa smiled as Torvi tucked her into her side. Torvi looked to Gunnhild and said, “Bjorn wanted to speak with you. He should be leaving his training soon.”

Gunnhild nodded and said, “Of course.” She gave Reisa a quick smile before leaving the trio. Torvi gave a soft sigh and turned to her daughter, giving her a smile as they started walking back to their house.

“Where is Refil?” Reisa asked.

“He is still with Bjorn. He wants to give him some extra training.” Torvi said. Reisa glanced at her and asked, “Extra training? Does he not already match Erik and Father in battle?”

“Mother,” Erik said in a low whisper. Reisa glanced at her brother as did Torvi and she cleared her throat.

“Well, yes, he does,” Torvi said, opening the door. Reisa sighed and followed her mother and brother inside.

“Then why does Refil need extra training?” Reisa asked as Torvi brought her over to the looms once her armor was off.

“Your father feels he could use it,” Torvi said. Reisa scrunched up her face, annoyed that her mother wasn’t telling her the truth.

“Because we will be traveling to Wessex soon?” Reisa asked. Torvi stopped in her motions, staring at the loom in shock. “Because Father believes that his sons should be ready in case there is a fight?”

Torvi looked at her and said, “Who told you we would be going to Wessex?”

“Well, I’ve heard Ivar and Hvitserk speaking of it. And Gunnhild told me today that-”

“Gunnhild.” Torvi sighed, annoyed. Torvi looked at her daughter and said, “What did she tell you?”

“She said there were negotiations about who would accompany Father and his brothers,” Reisa said, hesitantly. Torvi gave Reisa a look and said, “What else was said?”

“That was it.” Reisa lied. Torvi turned to her and crossed her arms.

“Reisa. What else did she say?” Torvi asked. Reisa sighed and dropped her hands from the loom that she worked at.

“She had made mention that you didn't want me to go…” Reisa said, glancing to Erik, who simply shook his head at his baby sister. Reisa chewed her lip and Torvi sighed and shook her head. “Mother, why wouldn’t you want me to go? I’ll be more than safe with all of you there.”

“Oh, my child…” Torvi said with a soft chuckle. She took Reisa’s hand and led her to the table, sitting her down. “I am not worried for your safety, Reisa. I know you will be well protected, the most protected, and no harm will befall you.”

“Then why do you not wish me to go?” Reisa asked. Torvi gave her a small smile and pushed back some of her dark hair and cupping her cheek.

“Reisa, there are things that will happen on this trip, whether you are there or not. And I would prefer to keep you from them until absolutely necessary.” Torvi said. Reisa blinked, confused.

“Mother, I don’t understand! What is going to happen?” Reisa asked. Torvi took a breath and opened her mouth to answer her daughter, when the door opened and Ubbe walked in, along with Dain.

“We’ll discuss it later,” Torvi said, standing and moving from her daughter.

“But, Mother-”

“Later, Reisa,” Torvi said, a bit more firm. Reisa sighed and slumped back in her chair as Dain joined her and Erik, Erik offering his younger brother a cup of ale as Dain set his axe on the table.

“You did well today, brother,” Erik said with a smirk as Dain gulped down the ale. Ubbe beamed and chuckled, patting his son on the back.

“Indeed, he did. Moving up in his skills, Erik. Sooner or later you all will face each other.” Ubbe said. “Bjorn needs to have the right men at his side.”

Erik smirked and sat back. “Well, the right men are his sons, after all.” He said. Dain shot a smirk right back to him and said, “We are brothers, are we not? Who says I can’t stand next to him?”

Erik’s laugh before he launched into a teasing bitch match with his half brother was the last thing Reisa heard before Torvi redirected her to the loom as Ubbe came over to her. He smiled at his wife and slid an arm around her as he kissed her slowly.

“How was your day, my love?” Ubbe asked, tugging her closer as they both chuckled.

“Very well. How was Dain’s training today?” Torvi asked, resting her hand on his chest. Ubbe sighed and released his wife as he pulled off his vest.

“Good. It was good. He’s quicker, I’ve noticed. Much more calculating in his attacks.” Ubbe said. He smirked and looked at Torvi as he removed the leather bracers around his wrists and said, “I wonder where he gets it from?”

Torvi gave him a look as a smirk spread across Ubbe’s face while he chuckled. Torvi glanced at Reisa, making sure her attention was on the loom, before turning back to Ubbe and speaking in hushed tones. “We need to talk about Wessex,” she said. Ubbe looked up at her as he sat down and gave a sigh.

“What about Wessex?” He asked. While Reisa was focused on the loom in front of her, that didn't mean her ears stopped working. The moment she heard her mother mention Wessex, she was listening, intently.

“I am worried, Ubbe. She’s not ready for something like this.” Torvi said.

“Torvi. She’s old enough to-”

“I don’t care how old she is, Ubbe.” Torvi hissed, glancing at her sons then her daughter. She sighed and lowered her voice, even more, causing Reisa to strain to listen. “This isn’t right. I need to know you will be on my side when I speak with Bjorn.”

Ubbe shook his head and let his head fall back, with a soft groan. “My love,” He started, lifting his head back up to look at her. “Bjorn is King. She’s as much his daughter as she is yours. He won’t back down.”

“There are other ways to do this. Ones that do not involve my daughter and the Saxons.” Torvi said. “For Odin’s sake, Ubbe, they still think us of their faith! Can you imagine what they’ll do to her?”

“You don’t know what will happen, Torvi,” Ubbe said. “Please, my love, you must yield to Bjorn on this matter. And besides, do you really think he wouldn’t ask Reisa first before agreeing to anything?”

“He’s already agreed, Ubbe. Why else are we going to Wessex?!” She whisper shouted. Ubbe sighed and shook his head.

“Torvi, if you insist on bringing this up to him, I will side with you,” Ubbe said, looking to her and taking her hands. “But he is King. What decisions he makes stand…”

Ubbe paused a moment and let go of her hands, turning to the table as he said, “He’s also my brother.”

“Oh, you all and that fucking excuse!” Torvi hissed. “That didn't mean shit when you two turned against Ivar and Hvitserk, why does it mean something now?”

“Because we’ve grown from it, Torvi. We’ve realized the mistake in forsaking our family.” Ubbe said, his voice getting a little rougher. For the first time since they started speaking, Reisa looked at them, watching. She’d heard them have their fights before and knew one was brewing. Ubbe looked up at Torvi and said, “If you are that worried for her, you may speak to Alfred yourself about her. There isn’t much else that can be done.”

Torvi sighed and shook her head, abandoning the conversation and stalking to the fire, stoking it and hauling a pot over it. The moment Torvi stormed away, the boys stopped laughing and drinking to watch their mother, then looking down the table to Ubbe. Ubbe watched his wife for a moment longer before he looked to the boys and shook his head, reaching for the ale and pouring himself a generous cup.

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@tephi101 @shieldmaiden25 @titty-teetee @captstefanbrandt @ivarslittlebadgirl @hail-kattegat @badwolf-in-the-impala @tgrrose @irishhiggins @i-war-s-boner  @readsalot73 @thisisparadisemylove @capitanostella @noaor @somethingdawn @lol-haha-joke  @meganjudee @tinypuppysoul  @lovelydreamer-2000 @littlepanda-love @moondustmemories @imconfused28 @ivaraddict  @kinzykittty @filthy-lil-thing @unicornbaby741 @thedevil-of-monterrey @chinduda @nomzcandi @ever-darkening @darling-nymph  @franzi201070 @colie87 @derzauberermitlilabademantel

[artemiseamoon]

Vikings

vampires, werewolves & more

Werewolf! Halfdan oneshot

Demon!/Ghost Halfdan fic

Harald and Halfdan halloween oneshot

Vamp! drabble - Hvitserk

Vamp! Drabble - Gunnhild

Vamp! Fic ft. Ivar , Roman & oc

Vamp! Ivar drabble here

Vamp! Drabble - Bjorn

Vamp! Drabble - Halfdan

Werewolf! Ubbe oneshot

Shifter! Raven Ivar oneshot

Werebear! Bjorn fic

Satyr! Ubbe fic

Incubus - Ragnar fic - on hiatus

Coming soon! (Ubbe drabble ) - on hiatus

Not really fully supernatural, but modern Ragnarson moodboards

Vikings halloween 2020

[hecohansen31]

Cell Block Tango! Vikings

“But he was always trying to find himself He'd go out every night looking for himself And on the way He found Ruth Gladys Rosemary and Irving I guess you could say we broke up Because of artistic differences He saw himself as alive And I saw him dead”

“Cell Block Tango” (Chicago)

[therealvikingstrash]

In celebration of my newly acquired 333 beautiful heathen souls voluntarily looking at those posts I make, we will have a little fun!

This challenge will be a mix of writing, moodboard or art. Whichever you want to go with. 😊

The prompt's are a collection of sentences I came up with myself or were once said by a book/movie/show character. 

Rules and Prompts are below the cut!

Rules

If you tag correctly and warn about it, anything goes, rating, genre or kink wise!

It's apparent that I like smut and angst, but fluff, romance, comedy and bromance are also very welcome. 

Heavier stuff like violence, gore, dub/non-con are allowed, but need to be tagged! (Please no rape, I cannot always stomach it)

Pairings can be: F/M, F/F, M/M, Multi, Gen

Canon or AU timeline, whichever you like more, I'm game

Reader inserts(just try not to overdo the (Y/N) parts please, my brain can't read them without shutting down like an overused Windows '95 computer on a hot summer day), OC’s, character studies, crack pairings are allowed

Look outside, diversity is a thing and appreciated to be written about too! 

If you write a story, please do it in english, or put translations for the words you use next to them or at the beginning. 

No one likes a wall of text on here, so I'm begging you, use "read more"

You don't need to follow me to take part in this, but it would be cool ;D

Send me an ask, comment, or DM me the prompt(s)/character(s) you’re picking!

Tag the work using #vikingtrash333 and please DM me the link as well, because Dumblr.

You can participate as many times as you want, but each prompt can only be used twice before I cross it over!

"Officially" it will be open until the 3rd March '22, but there's no hard deadline

This post will double as a Masterlist so I’ll update it with your submissions

Vikings Characters to choose from:

Ubbe

Hvitserk

Amma

Gunnhild

Þorunn

Yidu

Aslaug

Helga

Halfdan

Aud

Thora

Alfred

Ivar

Judith

Prompts:

"I don't like your music and your face is weird." - art | fic -

"You bought a gun? What the hell do you need that for?" - art | fic -

"Love is just a myth." - art | fic - @flowers-in-your-hayr / @ritual-unions-gotme

"Would you believe me when I said it isn't what it looks like?" - art | fic - @comicsandcardigans​

"Can you tell me why our kitchen looks like the Winter Wonderland?" - art | fic - @shieldmaidenofingstad

"I don't feel so good." - art | fic - @ritual-unions-gotme

"The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I would hate you forever." - art | fic - @punkrocknpearls​

"You know those tiny night light stars you put on the ceiling over your bed as a child? I think I swallowed one." - art | fic - @serasvictoria

"And then there were two." - art | fic - @losermultifandomidiot

"If only I knew what language you speak." - art | fic - @serasvictoria

"Mother would not approve." - art | fic - @youbloodymadgenius

"Blood is a good color on you" - art | fic - @artemiseamoon​

"I don't drink water. What am I, a tiny fish? Bring me mead!" - art | fic -

"I would love to learn how to do this!" - art | fic -

"I've never smelled this great before." - art | fic -

"Stop following me!" - art | fic - @adrille88​

"Are you threatening me?" - art | fic - @underragingwaves

"I wish I wasn't married." - art | fic part one | fic part two - @underragingwaves

"The sounds you make..." - art | fic - @quantumlocked310​

"I want you." - art | fic - @istorkyou

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I've never hosted a Follower Challenge, so it'll be a journey 😊 Really interested in what you guys come up with! 💕

Images used are mostly from pinterest, screenshots I took and the Hvitty and Ubbe image is @underragingwaves screencap.

[serasvictoria]

Gunnhild as Nike, goddess of victory.

[hecohansen31]

“To The Fairest” (Hvitserk+Reader) by @honestsycrets​

Hello there, lovelies!

So I don’t know if you have seen it but sadly lately hasn’t been a good period for various reasons so I’d thought that I’d just apprecciate the people around me with the only way I can, which is… horrid moodboards!

I did a few of my favorite fics, to show my apprecciation for their writers!

(Also I just love this fic so so much, because not only for the classical theme, but also THE CHARACTERS ARE SO ON POINT!).

Please don’t think I am a stalker!

[therealvikingstrash]

Title: Growth

Rating: Gen

Characters: Queen Ingrid, Ingrid's son

A/N: My entry for Day 4's prompt Harvest Moon, of @vikingsevents autumnal equinox 😊 just a little ficlet including a moodboard 💕

Summary: Ingrid has been Queen for five years, but it's her son's first Harvest Moon and she ought to show him their ways...

Words: ~800

Kattegat at night had something magical to Ingrid. She hadn't been born here, was forced into the life of a thrall when Erik crossed her path and traded from one town to another.

Before that, she lived together with her mother just slightly deeper into the forest near a village whose name didn't exist anymore. She had been a strong Vǫlva, her mother Thurid. Practicing seiðr her whole life, learning from her mother who had learned it from theirs. 

What Erik had done wasn't right; against the law, but he'd been sneaky enough about it to get away with taking Ingrid and selling her to another trader so quickly, the town didn't even know she was gone. 

It had been foolish of him to temper with a Vǫlva's life like that. He had to have known it would come back around eventually. Men were often so short-sighted it pained Ingrid that she'd born one herself. 

As queen of Kattegat, Ingrid had disposed of him in the only way she saw fit and now it was the fifth year of her reign, bringing the town back to Aslaug's times. It had flourished and grown back what Lagertha and Ivar had cut off. 

Her son Asbjorn secured her throne as future king, much like Ragnar's sons had secured Aslaug's. And even though she'd never met her, she felt a deep connection just like she had with Gunnhild. 

Asbjorn just turned four and for the first time experienced the Harvest Moon. While Ingrid knew it was unwise to train her son in seiðr, for its reputation could make him seem like less of a man to others. It was a trickery thing she needed to figure out, but at the time being she would tell him stories about it, show him some practices to familiarize him with it. A much slower pace at which Ingrid had learned herself from Thurid.

Tonight it was time to pick special herbs, using the magic the Harvest Moon would provide to make sure their strength was at their fullest. 

On silent feet, Ingrid walked towards the woods, indicating for her son to follow her and not stray from the path. He was young, she knew, but he must learn early in life. 

When they entered the woods, she heard Asbjorn sniff behind her. "Móðir?" His frightened voice reached her ears and Ingrid looked back over her shoulder to spot him. 

"Come," she stretched her arm out towards him to encourage his next steps. "No harm will come to you." Ingrid assured him with a smile, managing to persuade her son into his next steps forward and into the darkness. 

She watched him wipe his nose on his sleeve and reach up to hold her hand. His fingers were cold to the touch and Ingrid hoped her warmth would spread to him quickly. "It is not too far anymore."

There was a clearing full of flowers and herbs she was aiming for, the full moon lit them up beautifully and she would be able to pick them easily. 

Not much later she was kneeling amid the greens, pointing out different plants to Asbjorn and had him repeat their names. "And this one- at its most potent like tonight- will help ease pain in older people's joints." Ingrid explained. "But only when cooked right. Like this, it would be a horrible poison."

"Will we help the old people?" Asbjorn asked innocently and blinked up at her with curiosity. His worry had disappeared slowly and soon he was stunned by the night's beauty and his mother's stories. 

Ingrid caressed her son's cheek in a fleeting but gentle movement, granting him a proud smile. "Some," she answered, "If they speak of their pain." Ingrid added. It was important for her that the towns folk came willingly and asked for aid, she couldn't advertise her powers as queen. 

Being called a witch could go two ways and Ingrid would not take her chances yet. As a former thrall she was not known as a respected Vǫlva. If they accepted her magic and deemed her friendly, there would be no rumours about the misuse of her powers like Lagertha had spread about Aslaug. 

Asbjorn leaned his head against her side and she instinctively moved her arm around him protectively, "I am sleepy, móðir," he said, a big yawn altering his features in the moonlight. "Will we go home soon?"

With a fond smile Ingrid leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Let me harvest these herbs and then we shall be on our way back."

He didn't even hear her answer, she supposed, as his little body sank further against her. Asbjorn was always quick to fall asleep and often it was best for him how deep his slumber was to not see Ingrid's nightly activities yet. 

The queen of Kattegat looked up at the full moon, feeling at peace laying the path for her son to keep their belief for as long as possible. The old ways mustn't be forgotten with the uprising of Christianity. 

[therealvikingstrash]

Masterlist

-New and improved-

As you can see, I decided to give those fics some new order! 

Brotherly-feels:

The Gods will show you - G - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 3,350 Words

Drawing was made by me

Salvation in Gold - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 5,600 Words

Drawing by yours truly

Missing Family - M - Hvitserk x Ivar - 1,750 Words

Dream a little Dream - G - Ubbe x Hvitserk x Ivar - 2,670 Words

Chasing away Ghosts - T - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 6,640 Words 

Honeyed Truth - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 4,018 Words 

Ragnarsdottir - T - Aslaug, Ubbe, Trans!Hvitserk - 2,243 Words

Our Promise - G -  Æthelred x Alfred - 683 Words 

My entry for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover Short and Sweet Challenge

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Sad fics:

No one’s Father - G - Hvitserk x Ivar - 1,160 Words

Brokenhearted - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 976 Words

My Fate lies with You - M - Ubbe x Hvitserk - 3,074 Words

Ones Mercy is another's Death Sentence - T - Bjorn x Ubbe x Hvitserk - 1,470 Words

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Follower Celebration:

69 Follower Celebration - E - Hvitserk/Reader 

333 Follower Challenge Masterpost

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Mythological Creature AU:

Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger - E - all Ragnarssons - 7,733 Words

inspired by this post from @serasvictoria

Jörmungandr would be Jealous -  E - Sigurd - 1,380 Words 

@quantumlocked310 made this awesome Moodboard for this story 😍 check it out 💕

Sated Hunger and Regret - E - Hvitserk x Ubbe centric

Moodboard by our talented @quantumlocked310

A Mother's Love - E - Aslaug & Ivar - 3,660 Words 

Children of the Night - M - Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar, Sigurd - 5,226 Words 

This isn’t related to the Lovely Monsters Series, they’re all Vampires here

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Smut (F/M, M/M, F/F):

In and Out - I - II - III(1/2) - III(2/2) - IV - Hvitserk/Reader/Ubbe, Ivar/Heahmund - 17,000 Words

Inspired by really awesome moodboards from @flowers-in-your-hayr ! 

Gifts and Jewelry - E - Ubbe/Aud - 5,149 Words 

Kings of Kattegat - E - Ubbe/Amma/Hvitserk - 39,862 Words 

This was my entry for the @vikingsbigbang2022

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Requests:

Spilled Wine - E - Alfred the Great/Ubbe Lothbrok -  1,490 Words

Moodboard and Gifs made by me

Love is a Battlefield - E - Alfred/Ubbe - 3030 Words  

Moodboard is my abomination  

 A Painful Smile & Love Confessions - G - Ubbe/Eydis(OFC) - 1,710 Words 

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Prompts:

I don’t break easily - E - Ivar/Reader - 1,180 Words

Worth the Injury - E - Ivar/Heahmund - 757 Words 

You Better Not Come - E - Hvitserk/OFC - 1,528 Words

The Night Sky - E - Ubbe/Eydis(OFC) - 3,272 Words 

Ribbon - E - Hvitserk/Master - 2,248 Words

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Gen, Fluff & Humor:

The Sound of Jealousy - G - Sigurd centric - 450 Words

Lessons Learned with Lothbrok & Sons - Hvitserk/Reader -  4,700 Words

This story exists because of this post and the discussion going on there.

Flat Violins and Football Tricots - M - Alfred King/Ubbe Lothbrok - 2,900 Words

@flowers-in-your-hayr is apparently my muse now 💕 her moodboard just ignited something in me again. Check it out!

Icy Winters and Soulmates - Gen - Gunnhild & Amma - 1,120 words

Entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover 600 Followers Challenge

Apple Traditions - Gen - Yidu/Þorunn

Entry for @ deans-ch-ch-cherrypie Winter Birthday Challenge

Like Father, Like Son - Gen - Ubbe & Ragnar jr - 728 words 

Death Awaits The Rude - M (for Violence) - Aslaug & Ubbe - 1,480 Words 

Irritating Shine - T - Yidu/Þorunn - 2,391 Words

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Incest-y:

Humiliation - E - Ubbe/Hvitserk - 1,413 Words 

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My Edits, Art, Moodboards and stuff:

How did we end up like this? Ubbe & Hvitserk Edit

Ubbe thinking of having lost Hvitserk Edit

Hvitserk & Ubbe Edit 

Dragonfly - Hvitserk/Ubbe digital art 

I set Fire to the World Edit - Ubbe, Hvitserk & Ivar

Growing Ego - Ubbe & Ivar edit

Hvitserk realizing he lost his back up, safety net and partner in crime Edit

A different kind of reunion - Ubbe & Hvitserk digital art 

Sleeping In, digital art - Hvitserk

Long Live The King Edit - Alfred & Æthelred

Mythological Creature AU Edit for Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger

Mythological Creatures AU Edit: Ubbe | Hvitserk | Bjorn | Ivar | Sigurd

Berserker Ubbe digital art

Berserker Hvitserk digital art

Merman Hvitserk digital art

Merman Lothbrok boys digital art

Cari the Mermaid digital fanart for Captainkilly's fic homeland, heartland

The Mirror Pool digital fanart of Ubbe and Cari for Captainkilly's fic homeland, heartland 

Æthelred & Hvitserk - digital art for issadoragreen

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Some of my works are also on AO3! 💕

[serasvictoria]

Just making a separate post for these moodboards, because the list is getting very long.

Vikings

Hvitserk as Eros and Dionysus

Halfdan the Black and Harald Finehair as Castor and Pollux

Ivar as Hades Ivar as Hades 2

Bjorn as Ares

Sigurd as Apollo

Ubbe as Hermes

Torvi as Artemis

Ragnar as Zeus

Lagertha as Demeter

Aslaug as Aphrodite

Floki as Poseidon

Helga as Hestia

Gunnhild as Nike

Margrethe as Medusa

Rollo as Hephaestus

Siggy as Circe

Gisla as Athena

Poseidon Floki and Hestia Helga (requested by @quantumlocked310)

Freydis as Tisiphone

Katia as Nyx

Heahmund as Icarus

Thora as Eunomia

Amma as Eirene

Ingrid as Hecate

Ecbert as Minos

Judith as Medea

Kwenthrith as Lyssa

Aethelwulf as Hector

Aethelred as Thanatos

Alfred as Orpheus

Astrid as Nemesis

Gyda as Iris

Thorunn as Pandora

Aud as Harmonia

Oleg as Erebos

Igor as Hypnos

Athelstan as Helios

Othere as Asclepius

Olaf as Charon

The Last Kingdom

Hild as Hera

Aethelflaed as Persephone

Skade as Selene

Uhtred as Heracles

Iseult as Asteria

Gisela as Leto

[honestsycrets]

5CW || Bjorn Ironside

❛ author’s notes | lowercase because it aesthetically pleases me. heed all warnings to Bjorn fics prior to reading them. some can have the potential of being triggering. ** = not all fics were finished and will be posted at a later date. drabbles may be added.

[ M x F ] Fics

Medusa 

⇢ hellenic au || Poseidon!Bjorn x Medusa!Reader || tw: noncon, angst || chp: 3

❛ summary | the goddess Aslaug suspects her husband, lord of the skies, Ragnar of cheating. her next course of action is revenge. not on Ragnar, no, on Bjorn.

The Merrow I

⇢ mermaid au || Bjorn x Merrow!Reader || tw: angst, sickness || chp: 3 

❛ summary | Siggy resents her father for being able to breathe life into you. her love, Alfred, insists that you are something she’s always known you not to be.

Only in Africa I

⇢ vikings uni || Bjorn x POC Seeress!Reader || tw: nsfw || chp: 1/2

❛ summary | they raid to replenish their stock in women. the raiders become the raided. for babies. obviously.

Change the Tab!

⇢ modern au || Bjorn x Reader x Halfdan || tw: threesome || chp: 1

❛ summary | Halfdan gets really sick of seeing his roommate’s “dick pics” by accident. he goes to interrogate him about it.

Unwelcome Eyes

⇢ abo || Bjorn x Reader x Rollo || tw: infidelity, jealousy, violence, nsfw || chp: 1

❛ summary | he would have thought that rollo isn’t impressing anyone. he’s wrong. bjorn doesn’t share his things. ever.

Smile for the Camera

⇢ ntw uni || Hvitserk x Reader x Bjorn || tw: implied nsfw, threesomes  || chp: 1

❛ summary | you’re pregnant. you’re his little housewife. you’re hot. the perfect to sell some vids to his big brother.

Hvítabjørn

⇢ modern uni || Bjorn x Reader || tw: none || chp: 1

❛ summary | you’re trying to control the birth and development of your firstborn with Bjorn a little too tightly. let it go!

Good Faith

⇢ vikings uni || Bjorn x Saxon!Reader || tw: childbirth || chp: 1

❛ summary | As Ecbert’s only daughter, you were always his bargaining chip.

Icy Cold

⇢ modern au || Bjorn x Reader || tw: none || chp: 1

❛ summary | Bjorn and the Reader go to get ice cream. She discovers another use for her tasty treat.

Platonic & Canon Pairings

Aftercare

⇢ vikings uni || Gunnhild x Bjorn || tw: none || chp: 1

❛ summary | Bjorn tends to his wife’s needs after reclaiming Kattegat.

The Storyteller

⇢ vikings uni || Bjorn x Ivar || tw: none || chps: 1

❛ summary | Bjorn tells stories to baby Ivar to distract him from his pain.

Drabbles and Shorties

Doughnut Daze

⇢ modern au || Corrupt!Bjorn x Reader || tw: corrupt bjorn, floof || chp: 1

❛ summary | Bjorn comes to collect.

Headcanons

Delayed

Marrying the Baby Bear

Ironside

Moodboards and Miscellaneous

NSFW Alphabet

Love Alphabet

Magazine Cover

Lis’s Masterlist!

@igetcarriedawaywithyou, @kylobien, @titty-teetee, @breathlessouls, @nejijjeoroo, @bcat1291, @readsalot73, @mslothbrok, @romanchronicles, @captstefanbrandt, @ailucascen, @michaeliskindahot, @cbouvier23, @naaladareia, @cbouvier23, @the-geeky-engineer, @dorned, @lisinfleur, @funmadnessandbadassvikings, @tephi101, @akamaiden, @ethereallysimple, @venusloviing, @happylittlepuppydog, @beyond-the-ashes, @slutforrpg, @hipsternoionlylikeunicorns, @mixedwiththemoon, @sparklemichele, @alicedopey, @lif3snotouttogetyou, @rubyquartzshades, @noregretsandyeteveryregret, @dangerous-like-a-loaded-pistol, @deathbyarabbit, @unacceptabletatertots, @beyond-the-ashes (no sig), @babypink224221, @ivarandersen, @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla, @moose-squirrel-asstiel, @icarus-fell-in-spring, @end-of-night, @gruffle1, @lol-haha-joke @arses21434,  @smileyparrots, @Moosemittens13, @miss-artemis-wild, @two-unbeatable-beaters, @wonderwoman292, @wish-i-was-a-mermaid, @fangirls94, @mcuimxgine, @killerb00sdeath, @heartbeats-wildly, @boo20017, @acacheofstrange, @shaelyn102, @astoryoffireandlight, @smokealone, @shaelyn102 @laketaj24, @peaceisadirtyword, @ly--canthrope@cris101071 @daughterofthenight117 @unassumingviking , @inforapound @wichesterwife27 , @ladyofsoa