#Headmund x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 8: ANOTHER SOUL TO STEAL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lordavanti]

Could you pls do a part 2 of "broken bonds"? Maybe something like when heahmund is held prisoner she goes to him and talk to him? (Maybe something about the christian god (like she's showing some interest)). Then she tells him her story etc. And later maybe some smut? (Hell yes i'm a slut for heahmund). Ps. i love your blog!

Hey there anon,

Good news, yes I’m doing a part two of “broken bonds”!! 🎉

As for the plotline in it, it will involve Headmund and Ivar his sister fighting/talking/ name it. To whatever else that can happen I’m not that sure so …

Suggestions and ideas people? 👀

[lordavanti]

Ivar The Boneless x Hvitserk Ragnarson x Ubbe Ragnarsson x Sister!reader

Written for: @milbethmorillo Summary: You are the twin sister of Ivar, torn between a struggle of three brothers. And that is not the only thing ... while saving your brothers you come eye in eye with Bishop Headmund and he seem to be fascinate by you. Words: 2940

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You leaned against the wall, looking out of the window to how those Saxon idiots climbed there way into York. You should think, after that battle Ivar organized, that they would be more careful in how to approach a Heathen Army, but they didn’t. You heard Ivar chuckle a little and you looked aside you, crossing a look with him as he smiled slowly, looking back to the man climbing the wall. As his twin sister there was no stopping you in following him. You were his only equal in this, not Hvitserk, not Ubbe, it was you, it would be always you. When you looked over your shoulder to Ubbe his face was divided, like it was for days after Sigurd died. You wouldn’t ignore that look, Ivar killed Sigurd and it wasn’t justified. Yes, Sigurd did a lot, but dying for those poisoning words wasn’t the way. ‘That’s him.’ Ivar said and you looked away from Ubbe to look back out of the window. ‘Who?’ Hvitserk asked. ‘Aethelwulf. King Ecbert his son.’ Ivar said. Your eyes scouted the wall until you found the man Ivar was talking about, the man that so kindly drove his sword through your arm. You gritted your teeth, anger flushing your veins as you watched that man support two boys. ‘Oh and he brought his own sons. Like lambs to the slaughter.’ The satisfaction playing around Ivar his lips made you slowly pull out your axe, ready to kill at least one of those sons. ‘Hvitserk let’s go.’ Ubbe said. You looked down to the ground, hearing them leave before slowly looking up, pushing yourself away from the wall, ignoring the sting in your shoulder. ‘Don’t go.’ Ivar said. You turned around to look to your brother, pointing your axe out to him. ‘I have a score to settle.’ You said in protest, not even considering to stay back. ‘And you aren’t recovered yet sister, you can settle scores another time.’ He hissed between his clenched teeth. He was protecting you, like always and you hated it when he did. ‘You can’t stop me.’ You said back, neutral, turning your body to leave again. ‘Are you angry, for what I did to Sigurd?’ He asked, stopping your body right there on the spot. He never talked about it with you, because he knew he had your support. But you were ignoring him more then once and it wasn’t only because of Sigurd, it was because you saw the brothers fall apart, your brothers. You turned around to him, shaking your head, nodding to his helmet. ‘Pick it up and fight.’ You just said, leaving him while walking out, smoothening your hand over your painful shoulder, it was to much of a risk. ‘Ivar!’ You shouted, seeing him get catapulted from his chariot right onto the ground. But given the few Saxon that were around you, you didn’t had the chance to get to him. You fought, ignoring every bit of pain as you killed those Saxons with the grace only a woman had. When they dropped dead you looked for Ivar, seeing how he crawled to his chariot before your eyes traveled up to the Saxons bursting in. Your breath was unsteady, arching your back as they all stopped on the sight of your twin brother covered in blood, laughing like evilness himself. You grabbed an axe from the ground, stiffening your hand around your sword in your left hand before walking to where they were standing. You looked aside you to Ivar, looking into the madness of his eyes. They were all so scared, they were are so fragile and you slowly smiled, knowing there was no stopping your brother. Seeing that fear filled you with power, standing there alongside of him, twins against an army before Ubbe came. You weren’t scared on fighting that alone, it was always your dream to die for your brother, just as he was planning on dying for you.

You hissed, throwing him a dangerous look as he pulled away the clothes from your shoulder, looking to the wound Aethelwulf left weeks ago. ‘Don’t be dramatic sister.��� Ivar mocked, his blue eyes slightly squeezed as he studied the wound on your front. You looked down to the wound, following his movements as he treated you all over again. ‘Ubbe is going to do something stupid.’ You whispered. Ivar shortly looked up, smiling slightly before shrugging and getting back to your wound. ‘Let him.’ ‘Even if it brings him in danger? They are still our brothers Ivar.’ ‘Yes Y/n they are and for as long as they don’t see my value in all this why would I protect them. I warned them,’ he felt silent, his blue eyes looking up to you. ‘Hmm? I did warn them and if they don’t want to listen they have to face the consequences sister.’ He finished. You looked away from him and he slowly breathed out, shaking his head. ‘Y/n, don’t,’ ‘I’m not Ivar.’ You interrupted him. You looked slowly back to him when he touched your face, cupping your cheek. ‘You are not only my sister, you are my second half, you are everything to me. Don’t let me doubt that, I need you sister, more than anything.’ He whispered. You nodded, looking down while leaning in his touch. He knocked his forehead with yours, his blue eyes locking with yours. ‘I have your back brother.’ ‘I have yours, always.’ He smiled insecure and you kicked your forehead against his before pulling back and pulling your shirt back up, looking to the young woman that was watching you. You recognized her, she was the girl that Ivar summoned for a sacrifice. But she walked back out unharmed and you didn’t know what happened between the two of them. ‘You jealous?’ Ivar asked you, taunting. ‘What happened between the two of you?’ You asked, grabbing your sword as you stood up again. Ivar softly chuckled over the way you asked it, all judging and over protecting. ‘I made her a free woman.’ He answered, smiling. You looked at him before looking back to the girl, squeezing your eyes a little together. ‘What did she had to do to get that?’ ‘Nothing, she just spoke some words and,’ Ivar his voice drifted away as he looked to the girl walking around. You followed his eyes, shaking your head while tying your belt back around your waist, walking out of there. ‘Sister.’ Ivar called after you. You signed, turning around to him. He lowered his head a little, looking at you with a look asking for understanding. You just nodded, turning back around to walk out. Hvitserk stood on the wall, gazing over an empty field and you bite your tongue, looking over your shoulder before jumping onto the steps up to the wall. Hvitserk leaned onto it with both his hands and looked aside to you. You slowly sat down on the edge, looking back to him. You both stared at each other for quite some time before he signed. ‘You know what will happen right?’ He asked you. You just nodded, looking down to your hands. ‘I don’t have to ask where your loyalty lies.’ He guessed. ‘With my brothers. But they seem to disagree a lot.’ You stated. Hvitserk shook his head before looking back over the empty field. It was silent again, for a very long time and you just followed his gaze over the empty field. ‘Who am I?’ Hvitserk asked. ‘My brother.’ ‘Really Y/n, Ivar ignores me, Ubbe wants me to follow him everywhere, where do I fit in all of this? I should have go with Björn when I had the chance.’ He reacted, looking aside to you. You shook your head slowly. ‘You think I’m standing here only for Ivar, because he is my twin brother? We stood here to revenge father not to fight among ourselves. You don’t think it hurts me, what Ivar did to Sigurd?’ You asked him angry. Everybody always thought you were like him, ruthless. But you had more feelings than him, you would always have. ‘I need all my brothers.’ You whispered. Hvitserk pushed away from the wall and walked over to you, pulling your head from where you sat against his chest. You closed your eyes for a short moment before he let you go and you looked up to him. ‘You’re my sister, my only sister, don’t go crazy on me to.’ He chuckled softly. ‘Ivar isn’t crazy, you know that.’ You said softly. Hvitserk nodded while he walked over to the steps, giving you another look. ‘No he isn’t.’ He gave in. You smiled before looking back over the field, tapping your fingers on the stone wall while sinking away in your own thoughts. You looked from out of the shadow of a castle wall to Ubbe and Hvitserk walking over to the stables with some men. You tilted your head while they all took a horse and left York. You were right, like usual, he was going to do something stupid. You walked to the stables and grabbed your own horse, pulling yourself in the saddle as you followed them from a distance all the way to the Christian camp. You stayed in the woods, looking how they got escorted by soldiers. What were they doing? You sat there for quite some time in the saddle before you saw that heathen, the great swordsmen, Headmund, walking to a tent. You heard the struggle and you bite you own teeth together, knowing they were in danger but not being able to do something about it. You drew your sword, watching concentrated until you saw them stumble outside. You pushed your legs in the horse and drove him to the entrance of that, camp, turning him as you looked to Ubbe his face. ‘Y/n? Get out of here!’ Ubbe commanded breathless. You felt somebody snatch you from that horse, air leaving your lungs as you smacked on the ground. ‘No!’ Hvitserk yelled as they forced you down on your knees. And there he was, the man you watched fighting like nobody else of those Christians did, Bishop Headmund. He had his arms stretched out  before him, hands crossed over each other as he looked at you. ‘If you hurt her, you won’t live through the next day.’ Ubbe warned the Bishop. ‘Shut up Ubbe, you did already enough.’ You snapped, fighting the two who held you down. ‘What is your name?’ The Bishop asked. You looked up to him, slowly breathing as your sky blue eyes melted with his. ‘You know who I am.’ You spoke in his language. Something of a grin came on his lips. ‘You are a heathen.’ He answered. You stopped protesting, chuckling as you sat back. Headmund looked down on you, in a way observing for you were a girl teeth with weapons to fight. So you looked only back, with the same look in which Ivar would look, partly amused, partly deadly calm and confident. ‘Let her go.’ Hvitserk begged. But Headmund didn’t payed attention, he looked at you. ‘She is the twin sister of Ivar the Boneless.’ One of the soldiers said. Headmund nodded, pointing his fingers to the two soldiers holding you down. ‘Let her go.’ Headmund ordered. You pulled your arms loose and stood up. Headmund nodded, with just a that tiny little of fascination in his eyes. ‘Y/n.’ Hvitserk urged. You breathed in, giving that Bishop one last look before turning around and get back on your horse, feeling his eyes all the way until you were out of sight. ‘Look at you Ubbe.’ You stopped him by grabbing his arm and he turned around to you. His face almost sliced apart by that Christian soldier. ‘I was trying,’ ‘What did you thought that would happen? A nice yes please here is your land?’ You interrupted him. ‘You could have been killed, I could have lost another of my brothers.’ You confronted him. Ubbe looked at you with one good eye and that cut open face before he looked down and over to Hvitserk. ‘Your brother isn’t,’ ‘He is your brother to!’ You shouted in rage, lifting your hand to stop him from talking further. ‘I don’t blame you for being angry on Ivar for the dead of Sigurd, but I’m not blaming him for revenging everything that happened here. But this,’ you pointed to the situation. ‘Is tearing us apart.’ You said softer. Ubbe spit on the ground and started walking, ignoring your words what made you even more angry. As the three of you walked into the church Ivar was sitting on the altar, looking at the three of you smiling. ‘Sister?’ He asked with a intense look of his blue eyes. You clench your teeth and walked over to the altar, Ivar gives both his brothers a short look before he follows you until you are standing still aside the altar. He leaned on his elbows over to you and you just didn’t looked back, you looked to Ubbe. Ivar followed your look and chuckled. ‘You two had a fight, hmm?’ He asked the both of you before pushing himself back up. ‘I don’t need I need to guess given,’ his words faded as he pointed his finger to his own face, gesturing to the mark on Ubbe’s one. ‘I was just trying,’ ‘You made a bad call!’ Ivar shouted. And you knew on that exact moment it was over, whatever this was it was over. Ubbe destroyed the last linger of trust and you saw that major gap drifting in between the two of them, forcing you and Hvitserk to choose sides. It hardly needed words before Ubbe said he would sail back to Kattegat and you couldn’t ignore the gaze of your other brother. You looked up to Hvitserk before he stood up after Ubbe and left. You looked how  they left the building before looking aside to your brother. ‘Better the sheep run then be slaughtered.’ He chuckled. ‘You are the wolf scaring them away in the first place brother.’ You stated. He clenched his teeth, flattening himself on his elbows over the altar again. ’They did that themselves. You want to go to sister, it seems a lot of you is voting for Ubbe lately.’ He taunted you and you grabbed him at his collar, smacking him down on the altar while you pushed your dagger to his throat. He started laughing, looking up to your threatening eyes. ‘I’m not Ubbe, I’m not Hvitserk, I’m not afraid of crossing you Ivar.’ You hissed slowly. ‘No you are not like them, you are not that weak or afraid.You are like me, christians should fear you as much as they fear me.’ Ivar reacted, still looking upside down up to you with that cocky smile. You pushed his head away and pulled back. He chuckles as you starting walking between his men. ‘I’m not afraid my sister will cross me.’ He  called after you. ‘I will give you your vengeance!’ He yelled and his men started balding on the words as you left the church. You walked over the docks to the boat Ubbe and Hvitserk were standing on. Hvitserk jumped off and walked over to you. You looked over your shoulder to Ivar who sat on a rock, hooded and watching the three of you with slightly squeezed eyes. ‘I don’t want to leave you behind with Ivar.’ Hvitserk started. ‘You know I’m safe right, he is my twin brother.’ You shrugged, like you hardly cared that they were leaving. You pushed the emotions a little down, Ivar was right, like he always was. So you tried on not showing your emotions. ‘I don’t want you to be caught up in his anger.’ ‘Then don’t go.’ You proposed. ‘What is here for me,’ ‘then go Hvitserk.’ You pointed to the boat. ‘Remember that we will one day will return to Kattegat and there will be no person or brother standing in our way on getting what we want.’ You warned him, stepping backwards slowly. ‘And you know what we want.’ You followed, bowing a little before looking over to Ubbe. ‘I’m sorry brothers.’ You said to the both of them. ‘You are not.’ Ubbe said and you chuckled in the same dark way Ivar did it. ‘No, I’m not.’ You whispered, giving Hvitserk one last look before turning around and walking back to Ivar. You stood still beside him and looked over to the boat. ‘And?’ He asked. You crossed your arms before your chest, shrugging on which Ivar started talking to his brothers, screaming how they should run away, how everybody choose him. Your eyes rested on Hvitserk, seeing how he went through a struggle you knew all to well. He looked in between Ubbe and Ivar before he looked down and jumped back off that boat before it had the chance to sail away. ‘Hvitserk.’ Ivar smiled in approval. You followed your brother in his way over, crossing a gaze with him as he stood still. ‘I’m not leaving you.’ He said softly. You swallowed, looking down with a sincere thankful smile before looking to your twin brother. ‘What now?’ You asked as Ubbe sailed out of sight. ‘Let’s kill some Christian men.’ Ivar proposed, looking up to both you and Hvitserk. ‘Let’s get us some revenge.’ You whispered in return. Ivar locked his eyes with you, slowly nodding while he had that smirk on his lips, agreeing with your words … yes, revenge would never taste that sweet.

[lordavanti]

Ivar The Boneless x Ragnarssons x Heahmund x Sister!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

[ceridwenofwales]

Finally catching up with the second part and it's amazing. It's said Ragnar had two daughter by Aslaug and one or two by Lagertha. Unfortunately we know so little about them. As Ivar said, shadows in his story.

I love the fact that she is fierce and calculated, but she reminds Ivar of Sigurd's death, challenging him about if he will be able to kill another brother. Fascinating.

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

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

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

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[ceridwenofwales]

Wow. Amazing. I loved the story and the art. It's amazing to have a chance to read what could have been if Hirst had included a sister in this dynamic. You wrote an intriguing woman, with depth, conflicts, flaws and why wouldn't she be bloodthirsty as well? I love you were not scared to write her like that. I'm curious to read more.

Ivar The Boneless x Hvitserk Ragnarson x Ubbe Ragnarsson x Sister!reader

Written for: @milbethmorillo Summary: You are the twin sister of Ivar, torn between a struggle of three brothers. And that is not the only thing … while saving your brothers you come eye in eye with Bishop Headmund and he seem to be fascinate by you. Words: 2940

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I wrote this for an amazing artist in this Viking Fandom. @milbethmorillo not only bring Vikings alive in her drawings, she also inspires a lot. So in her requests for me to write this she decided to make a little art around it. And what a masterpiece that turned out to be! Thanks for the trust, the support and everything girl, credit for this art and my writing goes all to you. Go follow her here and on instagram peeps, you not gonna regret it. <3

You leaned against the wall, looking out of the window to how those Saxon idiots climbed there way into York. You should think, after that battle Ivar organized, that they would be more careful in how to approach a Heathen Army, but they didn’t. You heard Ivar chuckle a little and you looked aside you, crossing a look with him as he smiled slowly, looking back to the man climbing the wall. As his twin sister there was no stopping you in following him. You were his only equal in this, not Hvitserk, not Ubbe, it was you, it would be always you. When you looked over your shoulder to Ubbe his face was divided, like it was for days after Sigurd died. You wouldn’t ignore that look, Ivar killed Sigurd and it wasn’t justified. Yes, Sigurd did a lot, but dying for those poisoning words wasn’t the way. ‘That’s him.’ Ivar said and you looked away from Ubbe to look back out of the window. ‘Who?’ Hvitserk asked. ‘Aethelwulf. King Ecbert his son.’ Ivar said. Your eyes scouted the wall until you found the man Ivar was talking about, the man that so kindly drove his sword through your arm. You gritted your teeth, anger flushing your veins as you watched that man support two boys. ‘Oh and he brought his own sons. Like lambs to the slaughter.’ The satisfaction playing around Ivar his lips made you slowly pull out your axe, ready to kill at least one of those sons. ‘Hvitserk let’s go.’ Ubbe said. You looked down to the ground, hearing them leave before slowly looking up, pushing yourself away from the wall, ignoring the sting in your shoulder. ‘Don’t go.’ Ivar said. You turned around to look to your brother, pointing your axe out to him. ‘I have a score to settle.’ You said in protest, not even considering to stay back. ‘And you aren’t recovered yet sister, you can settle scores another time.’ He hissed between his clenched teeth. He was protecting you, like always and you hated it when he did. ‘You can’t stop me.’ You said back, neutral, turning your body to leave again. ‘Are you angry, for what I did to Sigurd?’ He asked, stopping your body right there on the spot. He never talked about it with you, because he knew he had your support. But you were ignoring him more then once and it wasn’t only because of Sigurd, it was because you saw the brothers fall apart, your brothers. You turned around to him, shaking your head, nodding to his helmet. ‘Pick it up and fight.’ You just said, leaving him while walking out, smoothening your hand over your painful shoulder, it was to much of a risk. ‘Ivar!’ You shouted, seeing him get catapulted from his chariot right onto the ground. But given the few Saxon that were around you, you didn’t had the chance to get to him. You fought, ignoring every bit of pain as you killed those Saxons with the grace only a woman had. When they dropped dead you looked for Ivar, seeing how he crawled to his chariot before your eyes traveled up to the Saxons bursting in. Your breath was unsteady, arching your back as they all stopped on the sight of your twin brother covered in blood, laughing like evilness himself. You grabbed an axe from the ground, stiffening your hand around your sword in your left hand before walking to where they were standing. You looked aside you to Ivar, looking into the madness of his eyes. They were all so scared, they were are so fragile and you slowly smiled, knowing there was no stopping your brother. Seeing that fear filled you with power, standing there alongside of him, twins against an army before Ubbe came. You weren’t scared on fighting that alone, it was always your dream to die for your brother, just as he was planning on dying for you.

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