#Hvitty x Reader

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Worthy || 5CW: Hvitserk

❛ request | telling hvitserk he is going to be a father

❛ word count | 759 

❛ genre | fluff

❛ summary | he began to think he too was infertile.

❛ warnings | none

More than anything, Hvitserk wanted to be a father.

Not a king… and not even an earl. Hvitserk Ragnarsson wanted to achieve greatness, of course! But… it was for a reason. To live up to his father’s names and by that thought, be a man worthy of being a father. All boys and girls should be proud from the seed and the womb whence they came.

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Could he get any cuter??

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Imagine || Hvitserk

Предупреждение: убийство.

Хвитсерк был твоим мужем уже пару лет, и, хотя ты доверяла ему, ты всё равно помнила о его прошлой славе распутного мужчины. Ваша любовь всё равно была безукоризненной друг к другу, и вы не собирались разрушать это.

Приведя себя в порядок, ты выходишь из спальни. Хвитсерк сидевший за столом и поедая свой завтрак сразу обращает внимание на тебя, в отличии от вашей рабыни, которая продолжает очищать посуду после приготовления еды.

— Как спалось? — Хвитсерк не отрывает от тебя взгляд, когда ты подходишь к нему. — Ты, кажется, ворочалась ночью.

— Но в итоге, я заснула. — Твои губы растягиваются в нежной улыбке, когда ты склоняешься к своему мужу и оставляешь поцелуй на его губах, чувствуя тёплые ладони на своей талии.

— Знаешь, я мог бы помочь тебе, с тем чтобы быстрее заснуть, если бы ты только попросила меня, — он говорит тихо, но ты уверена, что ваша саксонская рабыня всё равно его слышит. Она с трудом понимала ваш язык, и при��ыла к вам недавно. На самом деле ты была той, кто купил её, думая, что она будет хороша в работе по хозяйству, но ты заметила, как она вела себя рядом с твоим мужем и с тобой, и тебе это не нравилось.

— Может, в следующий раз, я так и сделаю.

Он снова тянется к тебе за поцелуем.

— Сванхилд приготовила вкусный завтрак. Тебе должно понравиться, — произносит Хвитсерк, но ты замечаешь, что девушка всё ещё не оборачивается на тебя.

Тебе не нравиться это. Она всегда так делала, обращала внимание только на твоего мужа, предлагала есть только ему, иногда даже готовила только на него. И сейчас она не предлагает тебе завтрак, ты уверена, что она ждёт, пока ты прикажешь ей подать тебе еду.

— Я не голодна. Потом поем. — Ты проходишься пальцами по волосам Хвитсерка, но кидаешь взгляд на девушку моложе тебя всего на пару лет. — Я хочу сходить в город. Мне нужно на рынок, купить немного ткани.

— Ладно. У тебя есть чем расплатиться? — интересуется Хвитсерк, возвращая внимание к еде.

— Да. Может, я задержусь, хорошо? Я хотела проведать Фрейдис.

Хвитсерк кивает, возвращаясь к своей еде.

***

Ты знала, что делала твоя рабыня. В отличии от неё, ты обладала умом. Поэтому уже несколько дней думала о том, что не одобрил бы твой муж. Хотя ты заметила безразличие Хвитсерка к девушке, ты просто была раздражена её неуважением к тебе, и сколько бы ты не разговаривала с ней, или не пыталась объясниться, ты заметила, что это было впустую.

Поэтому ты приходишь раньше положенного, заходя в дом без стука, и обнаруживаешь её слишком близко стоящей к твоему мужу, который склонился над ней. Они слишком близко. Его руки на её лице, а её на его талии.

— Т\И! — Хвитсерк отстраняется от рабыни. — Я просто помогал Сванхилд, её глаз, туда что-то попало, — Он выглядя как провинившийся щенок.

— Я отрублю тебе голову, если ты не перестанешь так себя вести, — твой саксонский был хорошим, идеальным, потому что ты затратила много дней на его изучение, ещё когда впервые отправлялась в рейд.

Сванхилд сразу всё понимает, отходит от Хвитсерка, выглядящим удивлённым твоим познанием саксонского языка. Он смотрит на тебя так, будто видит впервые.

— Проваливай от сюда, займись своей работой. — Ты всё также говоришь на саксонском, прогоняя девушку.

Она мол��а и слегка напуганная убегает.

— Ты не говорила, что знаешь саксонский.

— Ты говорил, что любишь меня.

Хвитсерк виновато опускает взгляд, делая шаги к тебе.

— Она сказала, что ей что-то попало в глаз. Я просто пытался ей помочь.

— Она хочет трахнуть тебя. И если ты позволишь ей это сделать, я убью её у тебя на глазах и кастрируя тебя. — Твой голос на самом деле звучит пугающе, заставляя твоего мужа напрячься.

Но он всегда знал, что ты намного мягче и милее, чем кажешься, поэтому его губы растягиваются в довольной улыбке.

— Но ты не сказала, что разведёшься со мной.

Ты сдержанно выдыхаешь, чувствуя себя всё ещё слегка злой.

— У тебя не будет члена, Хвитсерк. Хотя мне нравится твой язык, язык есть и у многих хорошеньких женщин. — Ты пожимаешь плечами. — Зачем мне муж без члена.

Он хмурится от твоих слов и чувствует себя поникшим. Ты лишь проходишь мимо него, направляясь в вашу спальню.

***

Хотя твой муж не одобрял то, как правит Ивар, он всё ещё был его братом. Поэтому Хвитсерк собирался сегодня к нему. Ты же всё ещё валялась под мехами на вашей мягкой кровати. Одна нога была высунута, пока ты прижалась животом к матрасу, твои волосы были беспорядочно разбросаны по подушке, и это зрелище было по-настоящему прекрасно по мнению твоего мужа. Он с трудом отбросил мысль о том, чтобы не залезть снова под одеяла и не доказать свою привязанность к тебе.

— Я вернусь к обеду. — Хвитсерк наклоняется к тебе, оставляя один поцелуй у тебя на щеке.

— Я приготовлю что-нибудь. Не объедайся там.

— Люблю тебя.

— И я тебя.

Конечно, Хвитсерк никогда не сомневался в твоей любви к нему. Он знал, что ты дорожила им и чувствовала к нему, половина слов, которые ты бросала, чтобы напугать его, были не серьёзными. Он никогда не навредил бы тебе, Хвитсерк ценил тебя, потому что на самом деле он потратил много времени и сил, чтобы заполучить тебя в жёны. Ты была лучшем, в его жизни.

***

Конечно, ты никогда не сомневалась в привязанности своего мужа. Но ещё ты также не сомневалась, что он знает, какая ты. Тебе так легко удалось найти общий язык с его младшим братом не потому, что ты влюбилась в Хвитсерка, а потому что у вас было немало общего. То, что пугало всех, но не вас двоих. Эта кровожадность, это властолюбие и собственничество. Если бы Ивар увидел, как какой-то раб неуважительно себя ведёт по отношению к нему и пристаёт к его жене, он бы убил беднягу на месте. Поэтому твоему муж�� следует сказать те��е спасибо, за то, что ты хотя бы вывела девушку в лес.

Конечно, это было ради сбора грибов и ягод. Ты отрезаешь очередной гриб, когда одновременно следишь за Сванхилд, которая собирала ягоды. Она наклонена слишком низко, чтобы заметить, как ты размеренно подходишь сзади.

***

Хвитсерк на самом деле не думал, что ты можешь убить вне рейда. Вернувшись домой, он оставляет несколько поцелуев на твоей щеке и шее. Его руки обвиваются вокруг твоей талии, заключая тебя в объятия.

— Как всё прошло? — интересуешься ты.

— Как обычно, — ворчит Хвитсерк.

— Почти всё готово, садись. — Ты оставляешь несколько поцелуев на его губах, чувствуя себя намного довольнее чем раньше.

***

Ты знаешь, что тебе следует быть более аккуратно, когда ты скажешь о том, что сделала сегодня днём. Поэтому ты просто надеялась, что он поймёт тебя правильно.

Тёплая вода ласкала твоё кожу, пока ты сидела напротив своего мужа. Хвитсерк привык, что обычно вы лежите вместе, прижавшись друг к другу. Но сейчас, ты захотела сесть напротив него. Он внимательно и с вожделением следит за тобой, поглаживая твои колени и бёдра. Ему хочется быть ближе с тобой, почувствовать твоё тепло, нежность, твою кожу и привязанность.

— Ты сегодня слишком тихая. — Хвитсерк оставляет поцелуй на твоей коленке. — Всё в порядке?

— Да. Всё хорошо.

Ты меняешься своё положение, пододвигаясь ближе к своему мужу и дотрагиваясь до его талии, обнимая его.

— Я сделала кое-что, что может напугать тебя, я предполагаю.

— И что же? — интересуется он.

— Я убила Сванхилд.

Ты видишь удивление в глазах Хвитсерка, который теряет дар речи на несколько мгновений. Он слегка поникает, пока ты наблюдаешь за ним.

— Иди сюда, — произносит он, приглашая тебя в свои объятия.

Ты прижимаешься к нему, занимая место уже ближе к нему, теперь прижимаясь спиной к его груди. Хвитсерк утыкается носом в изгиб твоей шее, он обнимает тебя одной рукой, вторую держит на твоей ладони. Ваши пальцы переплетаются.

Хвитсерк знал, какая ты. Он видел это ещё до того, как пытался завоевать твоё расположение и доверие. Ему на самом деле не на что жаловаться, потому что его любовь к тебе была безусловной.

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A Slice of Lime, Please⎮Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]⎮Deleted Scene

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Author's Note: With the general time line of this blurb, and the video I saw earlier, I've concocted this piece. And trust me, I was grinning like an idiot the whole day at the station as I kept going back to this. This is a much lighter piece over the angst of the next blurb coming. I said what I said.

It’s sweaty bodies, music a bit too loud for your liking, and the general wave of the patterns voices as eye swatch the game on the screen. They pull out quietly, only to round up their decibels a moment later. You agreed to the night out when you were in much better spirits and now you’re following through with it all and you hate it. 

These are the moments you loathe—being out with nothing to show for the fact that you and Ivar are together. Except, you’re not. To keep the bubbling beast of Ivar’s anxiety at bay, but you would go to the ends of the earth if you thought it would help him.

Sometimes, you wonder if anyone knows; every so often you catch Hvitserk looking at you for a second more than what seems appropriate. And rather than question it, you let him sit in his own unease with whatever it is he’s searching for. Right now, it’s his expression as he watches you, watch another woman offering to buy Ivar a shot. 

You watch this woman undress him with her eyes, pulling the black tee from where it’s tucked to reveal the ink on his chest, the muscles you traced your nails over that morning. How she brings her pupils up and down and wonders if his size matches with what she’s looking at. You have half a mind to tell her that it does. You wonder if she wants to know about his interest, his quirks, or if she just wants to look at him. Instead, you look back at Hvitserk and raise your brows; if you’re going to have a feeling, it better be towards something you can handle.

“What?” You ask Hvitserk and he shakes his head. 

“Nothing, nothing,” He lies and you narrow your eyes.

“Hvitty?” You then ask. “Hvitserk,” You demand.

“Y/N, it’s nothing,” He then tells you and you can see he’s starting to dig the hole.

“You’ve been doing that for the last week,” You grumble.

“It’s just…” Hvitserk starts.

“Yeah, a slice of lime, please,” You hear Ivar say to the bar tender.

“On the rig check yesterday…” Hvitserk starts.

“Hey, brother,” Ivar snaps his fingers behind him, “No work talk. No firefighter stuff,” And Ivar turns back around.

“I’m trying to tell something to my partner,” Hvitserk says, placing a very careful emphasis on how he speaks. 

“Are you having a stroke?” Ivar tries.

The woman follows, two shots, two lime slices, and she hands Ivar’s respective parts to him. 

“No, I’m not,” Hvitserk snaps.

“Well, you’re about to,” Ivar says and he takes the lime slice—and much more quickly than you anticipate from his large hands—shoves the rind between your lips. Without a word to the other woman he tosses the shot back, his neck snapping backwards before his hands reach to your cheeks as he pulls you forward, sucking the lime from between your lips.

You feel your heart stop, your body moves with how Ivar dictates, and Hvitserk doesn’t miss the way you close your eyes, or the way both yours, and Ivar’s beings deflate. He tries so very hard to hide the smile that comes over his lips and he fails. But, he doesn’t quite care.

The moment you feel Ivar slowly pulls back, your eyes open quickly, widely as they watch his slowly open. 

“Oops,” He tries, “Must have mixed you two up…” He says so that only you can hear it, bastardly smirk on his lips. “Is she still there?” Ivar adds, louder.

“Nope,” Hvitserk states. “And for the record, Ivar, cardiac arrest is the correct medical term. That wouldn’t cause a stroke,”

“It wouldn’t?” Ivar tries, “Oh, I guess that’s why you majored in para-medicine and I majored in mathematics,”

You spit the lime out into your hand and hand it to Ivar, who only offers you a wink.

“Can’t be surprised by what you already know,” Hvitserk sings. 

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Fallen Star III (Hvitserk x Reader)

Summary: Hvitserk learns something new about you. He shows you around Kattegat after he realizes that you feel like a prisoner

Warnings: fluffy

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Hvitserk was true to his word. He never treated you like a thrall and never expected much from you. All he wants from you is your company. To talk to you and find out more about you. Not that there is much to say. You’ve lived the same life every day. Just watching people below you.

He, however, had more to tell you. He told you about his life, all the raids he’s been on, the wars he’s fought in and the women he’s loved. You listen to him closely, frowning at his words with your teeth tugging at your lip. You’ve only seen love from a distance but never experience it before.

It’s odd trying to readjust your sleeping schedule to sleep during the night instead of the day. Most times you’d manage to sleep, but there are nights that you will just stay outside and stare at the stars; your friends and family. You wonder if you ever miss you and if they’re watching you right now.

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Finally

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2070 words

Warnings: FLUFF

Summary: Hvitserk has always seen the reader as a warrior, but sometimes he forgets that she’s a woman too.  

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You weren’t surprised to come upon both Ivar and Hvitserk sitting together, talking between themselves.

They did it often, more so now than ever.

What did surprise you though was when you heard Hvitserk mention how saddened he was that he’d yet to have children.

Of all the things he could have been thinking about in the eve of a great battle, you wouldn’t have guessed it was that but still, you didn’t question it.

In a lot of ways, you could understand where he was coming from.

So, after Ivar moved from his place, you took it over, the same topic of conversation now flooding your mind.

“I think I would like to have them too” you shrugged, allowing yourself to have a seat where his brother had just been, not bothering to rehash the conversation you’d overheard between the two men.

Everyone thought about having children.

It was just how you’d been raised, and how the Gods intended it to be.

It was how your society progressed and how your family's lines kept going. You would have been a fool to pretend that wasn’t the natural order of things, and that it wasn’t what you wanted.

Every woman wanted children.

Your mother had had them, and so had her mother, for as far back as your family had been and of all things, the last you wanted was to put an end to that cycle.

Still, it would have been a lie to say that your admission didn’t shock Hvitserk, at least a little.

In all the time that you’d known one another, he’d never thought about you wanting to have children, or even caring about something like that. Though, clearly, he’d been wrong.

“You’ll catch flies like that” you scoffed, gesturing to your friend's mouth, hanging slightly agape as he considered what you were telling him.

It was odd.

Not that he meant for his reaction to be offensive to you in any way. He just didn't have much control over what his face did when you said things like that.

“Sorry” he shrugged, the word leaving his lips quickly, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, and in a way, he had.

It was unavoidable.

“Do you really want to have them?” he repeated your words back to you, almost in awe of the answer he knew was coming before it could.

It just didn’t make sense.

If you wanted children all this time, why wouldn’t you have said something  before now? Why wouldn’t you have settled down and done it by now?

Most women your age had already married and had a few children by this point, and there was nothing stopping you from doing the same if it was what you really wanted.

“Is that so hard to believe?” you countered, not connecting the dots as to why this was so hard for him to understand.

As he knew well, it was just a part of your lives.

People had children and there was no reason you would be any different.

“I guess not. I just never thought about you as a mother” Hvitserk decided, trying not to offend you with every word he spoke.

You certainly could have been, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a wife, it just didn’t seem like what you wanted before today.

You had always been a great warrior.

You had a warrior’s spirit, and more heart than anyone Hvitserk had ever met.

That skill was something that had defined you as you grew older, and by this point, it seemed as though it was what you were meant to do with your life.

It didn’t surprise him to learn that you were quite skilled on the battlefield, when he finally found himself there, by your side all those years ago.

What did surprise him was the number of times you managed to catch him off guard.

This moment included.

Your desire to start a family genuinely wasn’t something he’d seen coming.

“And you see yourself as a father?” you teased, kicking your foot out just enough to bump his boot with your own, finding the whole thing quite humorous.

Your mother had always said you had the body of a mother, and a wife more than a warrior, but the truth was, neither you nor Hvitserk had ever perfectly fit either mold.

You simply moved in the direction the God’s pointed you without a second thought.

It had always worked for you before.

“Perhaps. There are quite a few things I could teach a child, wouldn't you agree?” Hvitserk doubled down, surely signing himself up for even more ridicule from you but doing it anyway.

If anything, he’d earned some of your good spirited torment.

“Of course, someone has to teach them how to eat half a bore in one sitting” you laughed, recalling just how sick he’d made himself on that evening, doing so out of spite and gluttony alone.

Hvitserk couldn’t help but laugh as well, considering the point you made happily.

You had a point.

As far as teaching impressionable children about life skills and survival, neither of you would thrive.

However, that didn’t mean the male in front of you had any doubts about how good of parents you’d be, regardless.

Your heart was made of gold, a gift from the Gods to Kattegat, and there was no possible way you couldn’t pass that on to whatever offspring you may have.

“It is a gift” he chuckled, feigning humility, unable to avoid the obvious truth to your statement. You could both teach children quite a few things, even more if you were together than apart.

It wasn’t until he realized that that he had an idea.

“We could have some” Hvitserk hummed, his words coming out of nowhere, so impulsive and ridiculous that you weren't even sure you’d heard them in the first place.

Surely he didn’t mean that.

He couldn't have meant that.

“I’m sure there is a much more fitting bride in store for you, Hvitserk” you allowed, waving off his comment as an ill received joke. It wasn’t the first he’d told, and it surely wouldn't be the last either.

It was true.

You were sure of it.

There was a beautiful woman out there somewhere, waiting to marry the esteemed Son of Ragnar and bear him as many children as he’d like.

There was no reason for him to fret about it now.

You certainly couldn’t imagine this day to be his last, battle or not, and after this, he had more reason than ever to start the family he so desperately wanted.

“I’m serious. Why shouldn’t we have a few little babes of our own, you and me?” he continued, shocking you with his commitment to the subject.

Most of the time, Hvitserk would have chuckled a bit and moved on to something else entirely but not this time.

For some reason, in the time since you’d sat down, he’d gotten it in his head that the two of you could have children with one another.

Out of nowhere.

“Because Hvitserk, we aren’t married and even if we were, who would raise them? You and I hardly have the time now” you asked, gesturing around you.

A hundred feet to your left, there was a man getting his arm crudely removed with an ax, and to your right was a pit of bodies, scattered about.

It was hardly the place for a child.

Let alone ‘a few’ children.

“We could get married. My feelings for you have never been a secret, and we deserve a family just as much as anyone else, perhaps even more” he kept going, his determination filling you with a familiar pride.

He had always been so passionate about the things he cared about, and you loved that about him.

Above everything else, you had never questioned his heart and whether it was in the right place or not.

Hvitserk was a good person, and the Gods had given you a gift when they brought him into your life.

“You really want to do that? To marry me? To have children together?” you recounted, a small smile blooming on your face as you took your turn considering what it would be like.

As you thought about what kind of father Hvitserk would be, and how you could take a break from all the fighting to raise children of your very own, warriors like their parents.

It was a welcome sight, you had to admit that.

He was right, about all of it.

Hvitserk had always cared very deeply for you, and never tried to keep that a secret. This wasn’t even the first time he’d proposed to you in all the years that you’d known one another, but it was the most serious.

In fact, this was the most serious you’d ever seen him in his life.

The man in front of you took a moment to answer, looking between you and his clasped hands before letting out a sigh of decision.

Of course he wanted that. By this point, he was convinced it was the only thing he wanted, above everything else.

“More than anything”

Again, that finality found its way into his voice, bringing you a peace you never thought possible without even meaning too.

All your life, Hvitserk had been the last one to take himself too seriously, to act as the most mature, prepared between the two of you but now, it was he who was trying to get you to settle down.

It almost felt as if the Gods were teasing you.

Not that you minded.

If Loki himself thought this a proper jest, you would have to thank him every day of the rest of your life.

“Alright, Hvitserk, but you must promise me one thing” you began, setting your sword down completely on the grass, and offering a hand to him which he took without hesitation, bringing him that much closer to you.

Almost too naturally, the male found himself kneeling in front of your seated frame, his hands clasping your own, resting in your lap.

In this moment, you could have asked anything of him and he would have done it happily.

Though, that wasn’t all that different from every other moment you two had shared together. Hvitserk was almost always prepared to pluck the sun from the sky if you asked.

Where you were concerned, he’d always find a way, so whatever it was you wanted from him now, it was yours.

No matter what it was.

“Promise me you aren’t doing this because we may die tomorrow” you prompted, freeing one of your hands to gingerly brush your thumb mindlessly over the bone as you looked into his eyes.

You knew he must have been feeling the pressure this war had brought on, just as you were, but that didn’t mean you wanted to make empty promises to one another.

Love was the most powerful thing in the world but it was also the most dangerous if wrongly placed.

You didn’t want him to promise his heart to you again if he didn’t intend to give it to you fully.

“When have I ever made such rash decisions?” Hvitserk teased this time, finding the fact that you two were having this conversation at all too good to be true.

He never would have thought he’d be here, in the middle of a warzone with the woman of his dreams, discussing children and weddings on the night before he could meet his gruesome end.

Thankfully, if there was one thing Hvitserk was especially good at, it was dealing with things as they arose, rather than having a plan ahead of time.

It was one of the reasons you two worked out so well as a team.

“I’m serious, Hvitserk '' you tutted back, your gentle stroking of his jaw coming to an abrupt stop as you urged the man in front of you to be serious for once, like he’d been before this moment.

You needed to know this was really what he wanted, every day, not just on days when you may get yourselves killed.

“Alright, alright. I promise” he hummed, the biggest grin you’d ever seen evident on his face when he finally realized just what you two had agreed to.

He was getting married.

To you.

Finally.

[writingsnmusings]

Mess in the Kitchen

pairing: modern!hvitserk x reader

summary: your husband wants christmas cookies, but something gets in the way...

a/n: i'll be posting a couple christmas fics this month so if you have some requests, send them my way! also, my vikings masterlist is here.

gif credit: @honestsycrets​

You sipped on the piping hot chocolate, going over the small list you held in your hand. Your grocery trip was supposed to be just an in and out type of thing, but you decided to bring your husband along.

Hvitserk loved food shopping almost as much as he loved you. Almost. You were still determined to keep that #1 place in his heart which is why you agreed to go out into the snow to buy baking ingredients.

The two of you decided on having a date night at home and Hvitserk was adamant about baking gingerbread cookies. One look at his puppy dog eyes and you were a goner. You wished you had more self control because now you were alone in the store as he had wandered off some minutes ago.

Sighing, you pushed the little cart along the aisle, looking for the specific bottle of vanilla you needed. Just your luck, it was on the very top shelf. You grumbled some swear words as you placed your hot chocolate in the little cup holder and struggled to reach the bottle. Your fingers grazed the small glass as your husband spoke.

“I’m loving the view, babe.” You could practically hear the smirk he wore.

“I’m sure you-” You cut yourself as you watched him gulp down your drink. “Hvitty! That’s my hot chocolate!” You whined as you slapped his arm.

He sheepishly smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I promise i’ll buy you another on our way out.”

“You sure as hell are.” You playfully glared at him and began pushing the cart to the self checkout area. Hvitserk took care of everything as you made your way outside, not joking about him buying you another drink.

The ride home was pleasant enough as you listened to your husband horribly sing christmas songs. You were so glad he never took up a singing career like his brother. You two quickly got the groceries into the apartment, wanting desperately to get out of the cold.

After a quick dinner of pizza and beer, you started on the cookies. You’d previously looked up a recipe online that seemed simple enough. Hvitserk wasn’t much help during the baking process as he opted to eat the raw batter and decorative icing straight out of the bag. The amount of times you whacked him with the wooden spoon was ridiculous.

“15 minutes and they should be done.” You sighed as you plopped yourself onto the couch next to him. His arm immediately wrapped around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m so excited.” He mumbled, eyes trained on the television in front of him.

You rolled your eyes at him. Of course he’d be wanting dessert right after eating dinner. You took the quiet moment you had to admire your husband. He was so handsome and you were so in love with everything about him. You’d been married going on two years and the butterflies he gave you on the first date still remained. You were incredibly lucky to have him in your life, he loved you more than anything and catered to all your needs. Speaking of needs, you thought.

“Hey baby?” You whispered as you moved yourself to sit right on his lap, his hands immediately going to your hips.

He hummed, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I miss you,” You ghosted your lips over his just teasing him for a few as your hands played with his braids.

Hvitserk let out a chuckle, “We’re together everyday, my love.” His hands were running up and down your back, you were severely missing his touch.

“No no, I miss you.” Your hips began grinding against his, hoping he’d get the hint at what you wanted. The lightbulb went off in his head in an instant, a small ‘oh’ falling from his mouth.

Your lips crashed against his, his hand coming to hold your head in place as your tongues fought. Hvitserk gripped your hip tightly, helping you move them along his. He reached the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and helping you rip it off. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving little bites and sucking along the way. You threw your head back in ecstasy, finally getting the attention you needed.

Being so lost in each other, you barely had time to register the repeated beep of the fire alarm going off in the kitchen. You scrambled off your husband, both of you making a beeline to the stove that had smoke pouring out of it. Hvitserk cursed as he opened it as hastily pulled out the try and dumped it on the counter. You opened up the small window to air out the room before turning to your husband who had a giant frown on his face.

“You burnt the cookies.” His pout was adorable, but you couldn’t help but laugh as you walked up to him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you left little pecks along his face.

“I’m so sorry honey.” You mumbled against his lips.

A look of realization crossed his face as he grinned, “You know what? I think i’m actually craving something else.”

You were about to question him when he scooped you up in his arms and headed towards the bedroom.

“Hvitserk!” You giggled at his change of mood.

You we’re really in for it tonight. One, for burning his cookies and two, cause he was really craving you now.

[shestrying2write]

Mine, Not Ours

Pairing: Hvitserk x Reader

Warnings: Almost implied smut? 98% fluff !

Word Count: 1,840

Author’s note: I’ve had this in my drafts for so long. I’ve edited the ending like a million times. It’s my first Hvitserk story, I hope you guys enjoy ! Also I really need to start posting at a decent time. Someone yell at me please.

Summary: Caring doesn’t always mean sharing.

Masterlist

Small kisses peppered Y/N’s face as she lay asleep. Her nose scrunched up like a rabbit’s and all she could hear was the low echo of laughter, laughter that she recognized all too well. Her eyes shot open and there she saw him, her Hvitserk. She jumped up and threw her arms around his neck “YOU’RE BACK !” She called out. Her lips landing harshly on his. 

“You weren’t at the docks” he mumbled into her mouth. His smile never once faltering. Hvitserk had been on a raid with his brothers and their arrival had been delayed. His eyes shone bright as he stared at Y/N’s messy hair and bunched up dress. 

She pulled back, sitting on her knees as she smoothed out her dress, staring at him. “I must have fallen asleep,” she mumbled with a frown. She suddenly shot up and ran across her room “I was tired from making these !” She yelled as she bent over, looking through woven baskets. She pulled out a small container and jumped back on her bed beside Hvitserk, who was simply staring at her in awe. His eyes filled with curiosity and his lips curled up into an amused smirk. “Well,” she insisted as she shoved the now open container in his direction. Hvitserk seemed star struck, in awe of his kind-of-girlfriend’s beauty. She saw his hesitation and rolled her eyes as she grabbed one of the treats from the container and shoved it in his mouth. Hvitserk chewed, wary at first and then he leaned over and grabbed another, then another. Y/N’s giggles filled the house as she saw him enjoy the treats. “You’re going to give yourself a stomach ache my prince” shoving the container aside, she shook her head in mock disapproval. 

Hvitserk chuckled and leaned forward, gently moving a strand of hair behind her ear as he whispered “I can never eat enough of your sweet treats,” in a low rumble. Her cheeks immediately went pink and she hit his shoulder as he collapsed back on her bed with laughter. This is how they were comfortable. They played and flirted and slept together, but Hvitserk had never officially made her his and Y/N was too scared to push him. She knew he sometimes shared his brother's wife, and it made her blood boil. But she put up with it because at the end of the night he always came to her. Margrethe was not the nicest person. She didn’t mind being shared but she did not like sharing. In her mind Hvitserk was hers just as much as Ubbe was. She made it known to Y/N that she did not like her. Around the boys however, she was as sweet as the treats Y/N baked. 

He stared at the ceiling, enjoying the warmth of her laughter and the sweet smell of her home. He felt her curl beside him, she said something and Hvitserk was pulled out of his thoughts when she called his name “Huh?” He turned to look at her.

She rolled her eyes and smiled, “I said. Do you think Ubbe would like some?” 

A sliver of anger ran through his veins as he heard his brothers name come out of her lips. “Some?” He grunted as he looked back up at her ceiling. 

He felt her warm breath on his neck as she slowly moved her lips up to his ear. Oh how she had missed him. “Some of my sweet treats” her tone was playful. She knew that her words could be misinterpreted, but she would never betray Hvitserk like that. She loved him and only him. That didn’t mean she didn’t like when he got possessive over her. 

“I’m sure he’d loved to try your sweets” his body quickly moving to pin hers down. His hands holding her wrists above her and his lips glued on her neck “too bad they’re only for me to have” a low growl escaped his lips, now on her jaw. She moved her head to the side and found his lips with hers. She could feel his anger melt away with every nibble of his bottom lip and every smack of their mouths.  

“Tell me of your raid” pulling back from him, she looked into his eyes with wonder. She had never been much of a warrior. When she started fooling around with Hvitserk, he tried to show her some defensive moves, as a way of holding her close to him and pinning her on the floor, but she didn’t mind. Even Ivar had tried, but she was a hopeless klutz. 

Hvitserk collapsed on his back and pulled her to his chest, wrapping an arm around her, holding her as close to his body as he could. Gods he had missed this. His hand lazily played with her hair as he talked of the new people they had met, the jewels they had brought home, the storm they had been caught in. He felt her breath even and saw that her eyes were closed. He smiled down at her “I love you” he whispered to himself. Why couldn’t he just tell her? What if she rejected him? This arrangement between them was after all just fun.

He heard her door open and looked up, stiffening. It was Ubbe, fresh marks on his neck, no doubt he and Margrethe had made up for all their time apart. “Did you talk to her?” His voice was low as to not wake you. 

Ubbe stepped closer and ran his hand gently over her curves. Hvitserk’s jaw clenched as he responded “not yet.”

Ubbe nodded and brought his hand to his belt “I’ll be waiting for her when she—“ their conversation was cut short when Y/N began stirring in her sleep. Frozen in place, all they did was stare at her. Stretching her limbs and letting out a soft yawn her eyes opened and she blinked a couple times, trying to make out whose figure was causing the shadow hovering over her and Hvitserk. When she realized it was Ubbe she smiled. Hvitserk made a fist with his hand, attempting to control his anger as she jumped off of him and up to hug Ubbe, like she had with Hvitserk when she first saw him. 

“Ubbe you’re safe!” She grinned into the hug, squeezing tightly. Ubbe let his hands wrap around her frame and squeezed her even tighter. 

“Did you expect anything less?” With a soft chuckle he felt her pull away. She shook her head and reached over Hvitserk’s body to grab the container that had been forgotten. Ubbe’s eyes glued to her bent figure. Hvitserk had to control himself as to not yell at Ubbe to keep it in his pants. 

She turned back, open container in hand with a huge smile on her face “Please. Try one” she insisted. “I made it with the fruits of the seeds you brought me after your last raid” her voice was soft. 

“So you like my seed?” Ubbe joked as he popped one of the treats in his mouth. How is it possible that both sons of Ragnar could make her cheeks turn this pink? That’s when Hvitserk sat up, clearing his throat as if to remind them that he was still there. Mouth still half full Ubbe continued “it’s delicious. Like everything you make” his hand reached up to stroke her cheek. She leaned into the warm touch, not thinking anything of it. 

“So how has Margrethe been?” Hvitserk interrupted the warm exchange between his lover and his brother. 

Ubbe’s smile turns into a frown, dropping his hand from her face he shrugs. “She missed you brother.” He laughs, “perhaps it’s your turn to go see her. And I’ll keep our dear Y/N here company” 

Y/N was mesmerized by his light eyes and the implication of his words. Surely Hvitserk wouldn’t allow Ubbe to touch her the way he did. She felt the bed behind her shift as Hvitserk got up “Only if Y/N is okay with it” he grumbled under his breath, hand on the door “She is after all a free woman.”

Ubbe leaned in, his lips an inch from hers “I’m sure she’s okay with it” he leaned closer and closer with every word until he could feel her warm lips on his. His hand slipped around her hips and pulled her closer. She didn’t know what was happening. She was shocked and confused. She didn’t exactly encourage him to continue, but she also didn’t stop him. She supposed this was all she was to Hvitserk, a warm hole to bury himself in and share with his brothers. 

The next thing she knew, she felt Ubbe’s lips rip away from her harshly and abruptly. She opened her eyes to see why he had pulled away, only to see Hvitserk standing in front of her, with his back to her, hands in fists, shaking. “Get off her!” he shouted at his brother who stared at him in confusion 

“You said you were fine with sharing her” Ubbe replied shoving his brother back. 

“Well that was before,” Hvitserk looked back at Y/N with sorrowful eyes. 

“Before what?” She mumbled moving forward, staring at him like he had suddenly grown two more heads. 

“Before I realized I wanted to marry you” Silence. That’s all there was for seconds, minutes, hours? Who knew anymore. It was too long.

Ubbe was the first to speak “You have been with my wife” Hvitserk turned to look back at his brother, hanging his head in shame.

“I know brother. But please understand, I cannot stand the thought of anyone touching my Y/N” Ubbe nodded once and stepped around his brother to grab Y/N’s hand.

He brought her knuckles to his lips and smiled at her “Of course I understand Hvitty. I wouldn’t want to share her either.” Playfully leaning in he whispered to her ”You let me know if you ever get bored of him okay?” He chuckled at her reddened cheeks before winking and turning to leave.

Once alone Hvitserk turned to her, eyes looking straight into hers. He half expected her to laugh in his face, but she didn’t. Instead, there were tears in her eyes. He quickly leaned down and wiped her eyes “please don’t cry. You don’t have to marr—“ his speech was cut off by her lips on his, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

“I love you” she muttered into the kiss, her lips dancing with his as she tugged on the ends of his hair. “I love you so much.”

“Is that a yes?” He chuckled, hands on her hips, pulling her away to stare into her eyes. She pushed him on the bed and placed a leg on either side of his hips. 

“You tell me” she smirked leaning down to capture his lips again. Tonight was going to be long and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

[therealcalicali]

CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 10

Synopsis: Upon moving to a new city,  the Reader crosses paths with Ivar, Hvitserk and the rest of the Lothbrok clan. Since her own life is already filled with internal demons from a strict upbringing, their introduction into her life only adds to the drama. As things progress, Reader discovers that there is more to her interactions with Ivar and Hvisterk than meets the eye.

Chapter 10 Warnings:  Angst, Foreplay, Sex, Smut, Threats and Fluff

Word Count: 10,344        

Setting: Modern Vikings

Genre: Romance/Drama                  

Pairing: Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk (Love Triangle)

Closer To Me: Prologue

Closer to Me: Chapter 1

Closer to Me: Chapter 2

Closer to Me: Chapter 3

Closer to Me: Chapter 4

Closer to Me: Chapter 5

Closer to Me: Chapter 7

Closer to Me: Chapter 8

Closer to Me: Chapter 9

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Nearly two and a half weeks later, you found yourself living with the boys at Ubbe and Bjorn's beach-side mansion. Though you spent time with them when you could, all of you had busy schedules. Especially Hvitserk who had decided to take Alfred's offer to work as a Talent Agent for LMG Records. Because of the job requirements, he and Sigurd traveled allot and had to attend many functions. Which of course meant, you saw him even less than you saw Ivar. But you didn't mind. After all, you were busy yourself. 

You had received great news from Tata Vega before moving back to town. He loved the digitals of your artwork and had commissioned five pieces to be unveiled at an exhibit at his new Gallery in Italy.

No one could have been happier than you were, with the exception of Alfred of course. Your shy friend was proud of how far you had come. He stated that you had gone from an introverted waitress to the potential new darling of the Art world. Of course it was all due to his help. A fact that you reminded him of every chance you got. Truly, Alfred was very dear to your heart.

As for your parents, your father and you were on great terms despite you deciding to leave home again. Your mother on the other hand, not so much. She was not only upset about the entire Evan breakup but she hated Ivar. Your father had invited them to dine with you guys at the house a few times. Despite you telling your parents that they were your friends, your mother didn't believe you. She insisted that she knew something was going on between you and the younger Ragnarsson.

Out of the two brother's she disliked him the most. Because of this, the two of them made snide remarks to each other often. But, at least she had dropped the issue of their family's past. Most likely due to her conversations with Hvitserk and how well behaved he was. It didn't hurt that she had also verified their family's net worth online. Typical! Your mother had a thing for affluent people and the Lothbroks were filthy rich.

As you worked on your latest piece while listening to classical music, Ivar entered. 

Unlike Hvitserk, he hadn't taken a regular job at any of the family businesses. Instead, he chose to work on assignments whenever he saw fit.

"Hey mus." He said as he turned down the volume on the speakers. "Let's go grab some lunch together."

"I thought you were going to pick up Bjorn and Folaki from the airport."

"Yeah. But they decided to do a stop in Sweden. It seems that your friend has my brother wrapped around her finger." He said chuckling. "Do you know he told me that he's been looking at engagement rings?"

You shrieked at the news despite knowing you couldn't say anything to her about it. Their relationship was truly a whirlwind romance. After only a few months together, even you could see that Folaki's wild ways were behind her. Which was surprising since she had always insisted that monogamy made no sense.

"Don't you think it's good? Them settling down, I mean." Ivar asked as he sat behind you and watched the brush glide against the canvas.

"Of course I do. They really seem to adore each other. I just hope Bjorn lets us be there when he pops the question. She's going to freak, I swear."

As you imagined Folaki's reaction, you laughed to yourself. Ivar on the other hand, was silent as he observed you. For some reason, he seemed to be in a serious mood on this particular day. However, you chalked it up to the fact he woke up very early that morning to host business partners for his dad.

"Mus…..we should get married."

"Who? You, me and Hvitserk?" You asked with a laugh.

Ivar scowled as he stared at you. Feeling his eyes, you glanced over your shoulder, surprised that he now appeared angry.

"Baby, why are you so upset?"

"You! I'm trying to talk about something serious and you're making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you. I thought you were joking around."

And just like that, Ivar began a tirade. He first stated that he didn't like the fact you always took his real emotions for granted. As he paced the room, you tried to paint while you listened to him, but he was far too distracting. Setting your brushes and palette down, you turned to face him. You listened attentively and finally, Ivar admitted that he hated sharing you.

"I don't know how they did it. He, Sigurd and Ubbe. But I………..I don't know. Maybe I'm just different. I'm finding it hard to watch you with Hvitty."

"But Ivar, you're the one who suggested it in the first place."

"So what? That doesn't mean anything. Just because I thought something was okay at first, doesn't mean I can't change my mind."

You sighed. What did he want you to do exactly? You adored Hvitserk and couldn't see yourself dumping him for any reason. If anything, Ivar was the one you could possibly see yourself breaking up with. Not that you wanted to do that either. Despite his hot temper, you cared deeply about him too. And though he argued with you often and started fights whenever you went out, your relationship was strong.

"I don’t know what to say." You confessed.

"Just say you'll be with me. Me and no one else."

Your jaw clenched as you looked at him. Ivar was putting you on the spot and you had no clue how to respond.

"Baby, I……I can't do that. I love Hvitty too."

Ivar stared at you as if you had shot him in the heart. For a brief second, you thought he was going to flip your art supplies and paintings over. His blue eyes were dark and full of rage as he stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Wanting to get far away from the mansion, Ivar went for a stroll on the boardwalk to clear his head. He didn't understand why you were being so difficult. As he stood by the water, he felt his eyes well with tears. Rubbing his face, he tried to figure out whether the relationship between the two of could go on or not.

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Ivar didn't come return home until the later in the evening. During the time he was gone, you were able to finish your painting as well as run a few errands. As you were busily making dinner in the kitchen, Ubbe came in, tired from a long day at work.

"Oh. Another hot meal?" He said as he stood in the kitchen doorway. "You're spoiling us. It's like having our mom here."

"Well, then "son" go and freshen up. The food should be ready in about an hour."

Ubbe smiled before leaving for his room. While you were setting the timer for the roasted Cornish hens, you felt arms wrap around your waist. Since Ivar was mad at you, you had hoped it was him. However, it turned out to be Hvitserk, looking smart in his black suit.

"Hey baby." You said before planting a big kiss on his lips. "How was your day?"

"I'm not going to lie. It was pretty freakin great. I didn't spend allot of time in the office since I had a business luncheon with a certain megastar and her team. She wants to collab with one of our newest rappers."

"Wow! Who is it?"

"I'll give you a hint. She's a Queen with her own hive." He said with a wink.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the thought of meeting Beyoncé if things worked out. As he told you more about the meeting, you began cutting avocados for the salad. Hvitserk's face lit up when he mentioned how beautiful she was in person.

"No offense, of course."

"Hvitty, this is Beyoncé you're talking about. I would kill you if you didn't find her attractive."

Hvitserk smiled at your response before taking a sip of water.

As the two of you talked about his upcoming trip to New York with Sigurd, Ivar walked into the kitchen. He went straight to the fridge without saying a word to either of you.

"Hey. How's it going?" Hvitserk asked.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ivar opened one of the cabinets and took out a glass. Typically, his moodiness didn't last too long. However, this time, it appeared that Ivar was really angry with you. As he poured himself some orange juice, you and Hvitserk glanced at each other.

"Baby, dinner will be ready in an hour." You said. "Just thought you would like to know."

"Keep your food Y/N. I'm going out."

You sighed before you turned your attention back to the avocados. Naturally, Hvitserk wanted to know what was going on. When he asked Ivar if everything was alright, he chuckled.

"Everything's great. You see, Y/N and I came to an understanding about some things."

"What understanding?" A curious Hvitserk asked.

"That sharing is fine. Which of course means that I can bring home any girl I want."

You rolled your eyes as you checked the timer. Despite the fact that he was exaggerating things said during your conversation, you were in no mood to argue. If he wanted another girl, you would keep your mouth shut.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Ivar suddenly asked.

"What do you want me to say?"

Ivar glared at you before putting the orange juice back in the fridge. He then leaned on the island and stared at you, causing you to become uncomfortable.

"I see you guys had another fight while I was at work." Hvitserk said as he loosened his tie. "Ivar, whatever it is, just stop."

"Shut up, Hvitty! You always do this. It's none of your business. It's between Y/N and I. Right?"

"Whatever you say, Ivar." You said halfheartedly.

As you continued washing vegetables, Ivar grew angrier.

"Say something!" He demanded.

"You know what? Just go out with your friends, alright. Have fun."

"What did you just say?"

"I said, have fun. If you meet someone….good for you."

Ivar rushed from where he was and was instantly beside you. As he roughly grabbed hold of your wrist that held a tomato in the sink, your heart raced. He pressed his forehead against the side of your head aggressively and asked you to repeat yourself.

"Ivar!" Hvitserk said, standing from where he was.

Ignoring his elder brother, Ivar squeezed your wrist harder causing you to wince.

"You're hurting me."

"You better watch how you talk to me Y/N. I've told you before, I'm not Hvitty."

He then let go of your wrist but kept standing at your side. You could feel his breath against your cheek as you tried to wash the tomato again.

"Since you don’t care about me anymore, when I go out tonight, I'll do as you suggested."

"Seriously! Just stop it already." Hvitserk said as he pushed Ivar away from you.

Ivar's blue eyes never left you as he bit his bottom lip in anger. He then demanded that you look at him, but you totally refused. You were in no mood to fight especially with Ubbe being home. Though you didn't like hurting Ivar, you had to resist being pulled into his madness.

"Mus! Open your fucking mouth and say something." Ivar commanded as Hvitserk stood between the two of you.

Despite his increased anger, you kept ignoring him. When he was like this, there was no point in engaging him. It only led to more confrontation and you had learned quickly that silence was golden. Ivar eyed you for what seemed like an eternity before storming out of the kitchen. As he made his way down the hallway, the two of you could hear him kick something and punch the wall.

"It's alright, Y/N. My brother's a very angry person sometimes." Hvitserk said as he wrapped his arms around you.

You loved the fact that he was doing his best to reassure you. But as you embraced Hvitserk, you wondered if you were the one actually making Ivar worse.

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As you and Hvitserk stood in the living room chatting as you waited for Ubbe, Ivar stood in the doorway. 

Not that he said anything to either of you. No. He just stood there hate-watching you in an attempt to make you feel guilty. Naturally, you chose to ignore him and focus on your conversation with Hvitserk. After growing tired of you ignoring him, he finally left to meet his friends at the bar while you were busily setting the table

You ate dinner with Hvitserk and Ubbe, glad that there was finally some peace in the house. While the three of you sat at the dining table, you had a chance to catch up with Ryan. Since your brother had a spring break coming, he told you that he would accompany you to Italy. He shocked you by saying your parents were trying to get time off to surprise you. As much as they hated you choosing such an "odd" career, they were slowly warming up to it.

Of course it helped that you told them that Tata Vega had made you a protégé. After all, even people who hated Art knew who he was. The man was just that famous. After speaking to your little brother, you also managed to text with Alfred for a while. Towards the end of your conversation, he mentioned something about a surprise coming for you but stated that he couldn't reveal it yet.

After you were all done eating, Ubbe helped you clean up before turning in for the night. Finally alone, you and Hvitserk settled on the couch and put on a horror flick. As the two of you enjoyed the movie, Ivar was across town standing outside of a local bar with some friends.

As he drank with them, he laughed and carried on as if he was totally fine. However, deep down, he was dying to talk to you. Looking at his cell phone, he hoped that you had sent a text. But when he saw that there wasn't one, he put it in his pocket. One of his friends noticed that he had taken his phone out for the third time and asked if he was expecting a call.

"Not really. I'm just making sure my battery is good."

Another friend suddenly suggested that they go to a nightclub. Despite not really wanting to go, Ivar said he was game. When a group of women passed by, they all dared him to get one of their numbers. Ivar looked in their direction first, before asking how much money was on the line.

"Fifty bucks. But you have to get the tall brunette's number. She looks the most conceited out of all of them." His friend said.

“Don’t be so cheap you peace of shit. One hundred.”

“Fine. A hundred it is asshole.”

Ivar smirked before handing his beer to one of his buddies. He then did an exaggerated bow to his them before running off to catch up to the women. Meanwhile at home, you and Hvitserk were happily spending quality time with each other. As you now sat in the hot tub, you gazed into each other's eyes. If it were possible to see love in someone's eyes, you could definitely see them in his. Hvitserk sensually brushed his lips against your own before parting them in a tender kiss.

"Have I told you how proud I am of you?"

"Like a million time." You replied with a smile.

"Seriously. So many people just give in. I'm glad you're going for your dreams no matter what."

"Well, it's all thanks to Alfred. Without him pushing me, I wouldn't be where I am. He's such a sweetheart."

"Yeah. But not as sweet as you." Hvitserk said before kissing you again passionately.

After breaking the kiss, he slapped you on the ass and said you guys should head to his room.

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In the bedroom, Hvitserk put on his playlist of romantic R&B songs to set the mood. After dimming the lights, he slow danced with you for a while before laying you on the bed.

"You're too much." You said with a smile as he gave you opened mouthed kisses on your neck.

With a flirtatious smirk, he gently separated your legs with his body.

"Hvitty?"

"I'm listening babe."

"I…….I think I’ve fallen in love with you." You said shyly.

Hvitserk smirked before pressing his soft lips to your own. As he took mouth from yours, he looked into your eyes, almost amused at how nervous you looked.

"Well, I hope so. Because I've fallen in love with you, min beskedne."

You pulled him into a kiss that left you both breathless before reaching down between your bodies. 

When you took hold of his hardened member and pressed it against your entrance, Hvitserk smacked you hand away. He gave you a devilish smirk before dragging his tongue down your stomach all the way to your mound. As you tried to sit up on your elbows, he pushed you back down.

"Relax, Y/N."

"But----"

Hvitserk told you to lay down before reaching into the nightstand. When he pulled out a pair of pink handcuffs, you raised a brow and giggled.

"Look what Daddy's got. " He said, swinging them on his finger. "I bought these just for you."

"Daddy? No way."

"Yes, way. You have to call me Daddy or I'm going to do some spanking."

"You're crazy."

"Who's crazy?" Hvitserk asked with a smirk.

"You are.............Daddy."

"Good girl." He said before rolling you over and giving you a hard smack on the ass.

"Fine! I'll call you Daddy but I don't want to be cuffed."

"Be quiet. Daddy's in charge now."

Ignoring your protests, he began cuffing you to the headboard. As he did, you couldn't help laughing despite your initial apprehension. When your hands were finally secured above your head, he positioned himself between your legs again.

You felt his fingers gliding up and down your entrance as he teased you with his eyes. When your hips bucked at his touch, Hvitserk pushed your hips down firmly. With a wink, he bent his head down. Your eyes shut as you felt the warmth of his tongue slowly trail along your sensitive flesh. The tingle nearly caused you to close your legs but Hvitserk's arms were strong. He held your thighs open as he started licking in circles, teasing your clit.

"Baby....yes." You murmured, as your back arched off the bed.

Out of the blue, you felt a hard slap against your thigh.

"What did I say, Y/N?" Hvitserk asked as he lifted his head.

"It feels good, Daddy."

"That's better."

Hvitserk bent back down and dragged his tongue over your entire entrance. When he curled the tip of his tongue on your clit, you cried out. Enjoying your reactions, he pulled the sensitive flesh into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Your cries grew louder as your body jerked uncontrollably. You wanted to grab hold of his head badly, but couldn't. Your hands were firmly cuffed and there was no budging them.

"Hvitty!"

Since you broke the rules, he slapped the side of your thigh again. Only this time, much harder than before.

"What did I tell you, Y/N?"

"Daddy."

"That's better."

As he placed his hot mouth back on your pussy again you moaned. Suddenly, your cell phone rang. It rang until the call was eventually sent to voicemail. But not even a second later, it rang several more times as if someone was urgently trying to get a hold of you. Though didn't want to, you asked Hvitserk to check who was calling. You just couldn't enjoy yourself if you didn't know who was trying to reach you. For all you knew, it could have been a family emergency. Fortunately, it wasn't. Hvitserk scoffed as he looked at the screen.

"It's Ivar."

"Just turn it off."

Doing as you asked, he tossed the phone back onto the nightstand. Hvitserk then got the key for the handcuffs and freed your hands.

"I can't take not having you touch me." He said with a wink.

Crawling on top of you, his hands roamed over your breasts as he peppered kisses over them. While he was sucking on your nipples, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. Quite aroused, Hvitserk took hold of his cock and began pressing his tip against your wet entrance.

"Are you ready for Daddy to give it to you?"

When you remained silent and raised your hips, he playfully slapped your cheek. Grabbing you forcefully by the jaw, he titled your face toward his.

"I said, are you ready? If you don't answer, I'll have to slap you again."

"Yes, Daddy."You whispered.

Without hesitation, he slowly eased himself into you, watching as your eyes shut and teeth clenched. He grunted as he felt the warmth of your tightness around his member.

"Y/N." He moaned before burying his face against your neck.

While he rested with his pelvis flush against your own, you began to rotate your hips. You could feel hot air against your neck as his breathing became erratic. You continued moving your hips, until Hvitserk finally began meeting you with his own thrusts. At first he moved at a fast pace but then slowed - thrusting deeply each time. As he kissed you, his grunts escaped into your mouth as he pressed your hips into the mattress.

"Don't stop." Hvitserk muttered as his lips grazed yours.

As he quickened his thrusts, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your bodies moved in unison, as the euphoric high of your lovemaking increased. Hvitserk followed the motions of your hips, resisting the urge to begin pounding into you. It was an excruciating pace but he wanted to please you. But as you began to grind against him faster, the friction caused him to lose control. Hvitserk began thrusting hard as held your hips. You raked your nails on his back as you cried out in pleasure.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh began to echo in the bedroom, almost drowning out the music. After a few minutes of him pounding you at an unrelenting pace, Hvitserk grunted as his cock twitched. He lifted you off the bed as he straddled you around his waist. He supported you while bouncing you on his cock as he came inside you.

"Oh shit!" He grunted.

You soon followed, shaking and losing strength instantly. As your orgasm began, the heat created by the two of you grinding against each other made your bodies glisten.

"Hvitty..................yes." You muttered, holding onto his sweaty neck.

He continued to support you while you rode him, circling your hips. When you finally collapsed against his chest, Hvitserk guided you onto your back gently. He cradled you in his arms as you both lay in silence as if you were the only people in the world.

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As Hvitserk slept beside you, he stirred in his sleep. When his eyes fluttered open, he first looked at you, making sure you were alright. Still, he couldn't shake the ominous feeling that had awakened him. Sensing a presence near the bed, he sat up abruptly only to come face to face with an enraged Ivar. His little brother stared at him with eyes full of malice.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Hvitserk asked between gritted teeth – not wanting to wake you. "You need to get out."

"Who turned her phone off?"

What?"

Ivar raised your cell phone and glared at his brother. Not in the mood to argue in the middle of the night, Hvitserk told him to go to bed. Especially since he could smell the Tequila and beer on his breath.

"Fine. If you won't tell me, then I'll ask Y/N."

"Ivar stop being an ass. She's sleeping."

"So what? If I feel like talking to her, I can."

When Ivar tried to reach over to shake you awake, Hvitserk pushed his hand away. The two brothers stared at each other, the tension thick between them. What was once a peaceful night, had turned upside down in seconds thanks to the youngest Ragnarsson.

"Mus! Wa----"  

"Alright!" An irritated Hvitserk said. "If you really want to know, I turned it off."

"Why the hell would you do that? I wanted to talk to her."

"Ivar! The two of you fought practically all day. What did you think was going to happen if you talked to her on the phone?"

"Does it matter? Besides, I just wanted to hear her voice."

Hvitserk rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted and aware that he only had a few hours before he had to get up for work.

"Listen, let's grab some coffee tomorrow and we'll talk about it."

"Talk about what?"

"Listen, Y/N confessed some things to me that I think you need to hear."

Ivar frowned and glanced at your sleeping form. He then looked back at Hvitserk with some confusion.

"Why can't I hear it from her?"

"Trust me. It's better for you and I talk first." Hvitserk said. "Now, please get some rest."

Ivar hesitated at first. He really wanted to wake you but noticed that you never got up the entire time. Knowing how much of a light sleeper you were, he realized you must have been very tired. Despite being drunk, he still cared about your well-being so he agreed to go to his room.

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You and Hvitserk both woke up early to get ready for the busy day ahead. He had nothing but meetings scheduled while you had errands to run – to include getting your passport. Since your Uber arrived before he left for work, you kissed him goodbye before leaving the mansion.

After his morning briefing, Hvitserk met Ivar at a nearby coffee across from LMG records. As he took as seat, he could tell that his little brother was already on edge.

"Y/N won't pick up my calls." Ivar said with an uncomfortable laugh before sipping his cappuccino. "She didn't even respond to any of the texts I sent last night." He then wiped his mouth with his jacket sleeve. 

As he looked around, Hvitserk told him that he needed relax. But he couldn't. Ivar just wasn't accustomed to things not going his way. Typically, when he offended someone, they were too afraid to call him out. In fact, the other person would do their best to get back in his good graces. But not you. Not this time anyway. It appeared that you were done dealing with his temper.

"Call her on your phone."

"No, Ivar. We came to talk, remember?"

"Fine. But after we're done, will you do that for me?

Hvitserk shrugged and asked his brother to focus for a moment. As he drank his coffee, he told Ivar that you were tired of arguing all the time.

"She said she's over it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't get so defensive. It just means you guys need to stop being at each other's throats all the time. Or else."

"Or else what?" Ivar asked as he stared at his brother. "Don't sugar coat it. What did she say?"

"She.......... might end things."

Ivar immediately stood up and began walking away. A frustrated Hvitserk picked up his cup and followed, yelling for him to stop. When he finally caught up to Ivar, he managed to convince him to take a seat near an old fashioned building.

"Just listen to everything I have to say before you get all pissed off." Hvitserk said.

Ivar pulled out a pack of cigarettes form his jacket pocket and stuck one in his mouth. 

“Go ahead, Let’s hear all the bad things she had to say about me.” He said, genuinely unable to understand why you were so mad at him.

"Look. I never said that she’s planning on breaking up with you. I only said that she's sick of all the fighting."

"At least that's what she admitted. Look, I know Y/N better than she knows herself. She's just saying half of what she really feels. I'm not surprised though." Ivar said as he blew smoke from his mouth. "She wanted you from the beginning anyway."

"Stop talking like that."

"It's okay, Hvitty. I can't make her stay with me if she doesn't want to."

"You're overreacting. Just control your temper and you guys will be fine."

Ivar continued smoking as Hvitserk confessed that he had one more thing to tell him. Though he hesitated at first, the elder Ragnarsson knew it was now or never.

"Tata Vega extended an invitation for Y/N to train under him in addition to signing with his agent."

"So? Isn't that what she's doing with the exhibit?"

"Not exactly. It's an offer for her to live in Italy..........for the foreseeable future."

Ivar's blue eyes widened with shock. He couldn't believe that you hadn't mentioned it to him at all. Despite being a life changing decision for you, it would affect him as well.

"What did you say to her?"

"It's a no brainier, Ivar. I told her to go for it!"

"Are you fucking nuts? You want Y/N to move halfway across the world?"

"Of course not but this is her her dream. Why should she stay here when a huge opportunity waits for her in Italy?"

Ivar frowned as he continued smoking. He couldn't believe that his brother didn't see a problem with the entire situation. Glancing at his phone, Hvitserk stood up and said he had to get back to the office. When he left, an angry Ivar pondered what to say when he saw you that evening.

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That evening, you got home a little past eight due to spending time with Jason and his girlfriend, Irene. When they dropped you off, you forced them to come inside so you could feed them. There was no way you were going to let them eat fast food when you had plenty of leftovers from all the cooking you did.

Hvitserk was already home so the four of you were able to enjoy a lively dinner together. Afterward, you were all watching TV when Ivar finally arrived home. Though he seemed to be in one of his moods, he behaved himself since there was company.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" He asked as he took a seat beside Hvitserk.

As you sat between Jason and his girlfriend, you noticed Ivar giving you strange looks. You knew what he was trying to do. However, if he thought he could intimidate you into talking to him, he had another thing coming. Especially since he had yet to apologize. Despite all the messages and texts, none of them were about feeling bad for how he had treated you. Ignoring Ivar, you announced that Jason was taking vacation days to attend your exhibit.

"That's great." Hvitserk said. "See babe, everyone's really happy for you."

Jason agreed but added that he planned on taking you clubbing after your time in the spotlight.

"No way. You and Folaki need to stay in your hotel rooms. The two of you always start trouble when you go out." Irene said.        

As you nodded, you pushed Jason's shoulder playfully.

"So true. The last thing I want to do is go around begging for your freedom at random police stations."

As everyone was in conversation, Ivar looked at you and asked how excited you were about Italy. Though your friends didn't catch it, you and Hvitserk could hear the sarcasm in his tone.

"I'm super excited. Who wouldn't be?"

"True. Besides, who wouldn't want to go to Italy? I hear it's also a great place to live." Ivar said, staring straight into your eyes.

You sighed, knowing that Hvitserk had managed to tell him about your career opportunity. Not that you were upset. It had been your idea for Ivar to hear it from his brother anyway. Since he had a bad temper, you figured it would prevent another argument. Naturally, his snide comments were to be expected.

"Ivar, please take a quick walk with me?" You said as you stood up.

Despite looking disinterested in going at first, he followed you. As the two of you made your way out of the house and towards the boardwalk, he kept glancing at you. Eventually, you felt his arm move around your waist, but you moved away. The fact that you wiggled out of his arms made him angry and he almost contemplated going back to the house. However, he kept walking beside you. As you focused on the setting sun in the distance, you prepared your thoughts. Though it was going to be hard, the conversation you were about to have was long overdue.

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As you stood facing Ivar, you resolve wavered. Not because you didn't know what you wanted to say. After all, you had been practicing everything in your head for a few days now. However, it was difficult to speak with his blue eyes boring into your soul. Even without trying, Ivar had a way of intimidating you.

"So..............I suppose you know everything by now."

"Mus! That's a stupid thing to say. Of course I know. The question is, why did I have to hear it from Hvitty instead of you?"

"Because, just look at how you're reacting? You-----"

"Excuse me? Oh, I see. Because I'm not reacting the way you want, something's wrong with me?"

"I didn't say that. You're putting words in my mouth."

"Then what are you saying?"

You rolled your eyes as you bit your lip in frustration. Talking to Ivar was like talking to a ticking time bomb. One wrong word or statement, and he flew into a tangent that left you mentally drained.

"Ivar, I don't want to argue with you. It's become very tiresome"

"Really?" He asked with an annoyed expression. "I had no idea you felt this way. So now, you find me tiresome? That's good to know. Please, don't stop now. Go on."

"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about! Whenever you ask me to be honest with you, I know you don't really mean it. That's why it's so hard for us to talk to each other."

Ivar's eyes were wide and his nostrils flared as he glared at you, almost as if you were insane. You weren't sure why, but it seemed that none of your words were reaching him. As usual, Ivar thought you were overreacting and being dramatic.

"Fine. You want us to be honest, I'll start. I'm pissed off and I have every right to be. First you hide your job offer from me, then, you send Hvitty to deliver the message. I'm not a monster, Y/N. You could have told me yourself."

"I know..........it's..........it's just hard to talk to you these days."

"That's bullshit! Besides, I'm the one that here for you more than Hvitty. His new job barely allows him to spend time with you."

"I don't care that he's busy. It's better than being around each other all the time and doing nothing but fighting. I'm so over it!"

Ivar's stared into Y/C eyes as if you had said the worst thing in the world. You couldn't quite make-out the expression he wore on his face. It was an odd mixture of rage and sadness. You hadn't intended on being so blunt but he had pushed your buttons.

"What are you trying to say, Y/N?"

"I.......I'm just saying that I'm over all..............this! Whatever it is."

"Mus, don't beat around the bush. Just say what you really want to say. After all, you haven't had any problem telling me how you feel up to now. You obviously can't stand me anymore so just say it."

"Ivar, you're putting words in my mouth again. I never-----"

"No, Y/N, I'm not. If you want to move to Italy, that's fine. I won't try to stop you. Go ahead and chase your amazing career."

"Ivar!"

"Isn't that what you want to hear? Besides, Hvitty supports it so, I'm sure you'll be happy. The two of you will make it work."

"Will you let me talk? I don't understand why you make it so hard to have a normal conversation with you."

"There's nothing left to talk about." Ivar said as he eyed you - his expression now full of anger.

When you reached out to touch his hand, he stepped back, surprising you. Never had Ivar moved away from any show of affection before. That's when you knew he was truly upset with you. You stared at each other for a while, as people walked past. It was such an odd moment knowing that everything was going downhill fast.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." You said, still stunned by his behavior.

"I'm sorry too. But I'm sure Hvitty will take good care of you."

"What?"

"You heard me, Y/N. I'm doing us both a favor. We're done."

"You're breaking up with me?"

"It's for the best. I'm done chasing you and you obviously don't want to be chased. Don't worry, I won't be around much longer."

With that, Ivar walked away from you, obviously going for a stroll by himself. As you watched him go down the boardwalk, you felt numb. You couldn't believe that he had basically dumped you. It was infuriating to think that you had been so concerned about his feelings, yet, he showed none for yours.

"Goodbye, Ivar." You muttered to yourself before walking towards the mansion alone.

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The next three weeks were a blur. You were so busy trying to get ready for your move to Italy that you had no real time to cry over your breakup with Ivar. Not that you wanted to. The way he had dumped you had made you angry more than anything else. Fortunately, despite him still living at the mansion, you barely saw him. Ivar spent most of his time crashing at a friend's apartment and only came over to grab clothes and stuff.

One day, when he did run into you in the driveway, he stared at you as you waited for your Uber. He was holding hands with a girl as his friends all got out of their cars. Naturally, you ignored him. When he did attempt to walk over to you, the blonde he was with pulled him into the house.

It was then that you realized that the the two of you were truly over. So, you did your best to focus on you and Hvitty. Thankfully, he was able to convince Alfred to allow him to work remotely from Italy. Especially since the location fit into their plans of having an agent travel across Europe, Asia.

Tata Vega's real estate agent helped Hvitty secure a nice villa for the two of you. It was located in a nice neighborhood and not far from where the new gallery was located. All in all, things were going well for you. Bjorn and Folaki were also a great help. Since the elder Ragnarsson had a home in Denmark, he knew all about living overseas. He graciously assisted you with the last minute details of your move.

When your last week in country finally arrived ,you could barely contain your excitement.  Hvitserk had planned a get-together for family and close friends that was only a day away. He had wanted to throw a big going away party, but he knew that you hated big crowds. The night before the event, Ivar called Hvitty and asked him to meet him at his friends apartment. When he told you about it, you shrugged at told him to go. After all, the last thing you wanted to do was to keep them apart. Regardless of how badly you and Ivar had ended, he was still Hvitserk's brother.

It was a little after nine in the evening when Ivar and Hvitserk sat at the waterfront. Since the apartment he was staying at had a great view of a river, they decided to converse outside. As they smoked and drank beer together, they discussed sports for a while. As Hvitserk talked excitedly about soccer, Ivar suddenly glanced at him.

"I miss Y/N."

Hvitserk couldn't help giving his brother a sympathetic look. Being the closest to Ivar, he knew that despite his fearsome persona, his little brother's emotions ran deep.

"Why don't you call her then?"

"No. She doesn't care about me anymore."

"That's not true." Hvitserk said as he took a sip of beer. "She does care about you, allot."

"Thanks but I know what I'm talking about. When I broke up with Y/N, I expected her to react in some way. You know. Get mad enough to do something. Curse me out, scream, slap me.............anything. I never expected her to just accept it."

"Why don't you just tell her?"

"Because it wouldn't change anything. I know that she doesn't love me. Fuck. I could see it in her expression when I said we were over. She looked..............relieved." Ivar's eyes welled with tears as he stared into the water. "She loves you though."

Hvitserk's shoulder slumped a little at his brother's words. It was true. Though he was certain that you loved him, he wasn't sure how you felt about the youngest Ragnarsson.  

"Ivar, just because your relationship with Y/N is over, don't make up things in your head. She did love you."

"No, she didn't! She never told me that she loved me, ever. I've heard her say it to you though." He said with a weak smile. "I'm happy for you, despite how I may sound right now. There's a little jealousy, I won't lie, but you're my brother. I want to see you happy no matter what."

Hvitserk returned the smile, even though it was hard for him to do it. His eyes were wet with tears from seeing his brother so depressed.

"So, the party's tomorrow, huh?" Ivar asked.

"Yeah. You're coming, right?"

"No. I don't want to see Y/N. Not yet anyway." Ivar said as he wiped his eyes. "Maybe in a few months or years. Then we can go on double dates or something."

The two brothers exchanged understanding glances. Hvitserk knew that no matter what, he would not be able to convince his little brother to attend. So, he dropped the subject. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a miniature pink envelope you had given him. It was something you had asked him to give to Ivar. Handing it to his brother, the elder Ragnarsson looked out over the city.

"What's this?"

"Y/N told me to give it to you." Hvitserk said before finishing his cigarette.

When Ivar opened the tiny envelope, there was a strip of white paper inside with the word "Always" written in black ink. As he stared at the tiny note, Hvitserk stood up and pulled out his car keys.

"I better get going. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"Alright. Since I'm not coming to the party, we'll do something before you leave. I'll call you."

When Hvitserk left, Ivar sat by the water alone, looking at the note. Suddenly, he tore it in half, and prepared to throw it into the trash can beside him. But, he changed his mind. 

Ivar thought for a good, long while before deciding to invite you out for coffee. Hopefully, there was still a chance to fix things.

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When you received the text from Ivar to meet for coffee, you didn't know what to think. The two of you had been avoiding each other for nearly four weeks. While you mulled things over, he sat at the cafe, looking at his phone. Since you were taking long to return his text, he ordered a coffee so that he wouldn't just be taking up a table.

"Come on Y/N, text me back." He muttered as he stared at the screen.

Though you wanted to reach out to Ivar, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You were just about to begin texting when your mind flashed through all the fights. It wasn't only the yelling that bothered you, it was how easily he was able to bully you at times. So despite wanting to see Ivar, you put your phone back down. As you laid in bed, you heard the familiar ring tone that belonged to only him.

Ivar had given up waiting for you to return the text and decided to call you instead. As he held the phone to his ear, his heart raced.

"Mus, please pick up." Ivar thought - clenching his jaw in anticipation.

When the call eventually went to voicemail, he nearly threw the phone down the street. After listening to your greeting, he decided against leaving a message. Abandoning his coffee, Ivar walked down the street, alone and upset. 

You and Hvitserk were flying to Italy early the next morning and there was no changing that. And since you had refused to respond to him, Ivar finally had his answer. The two of you, were totally over.

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Ivar didn't come to see you and Hvitserk off at the airport like everyone else. In the private lounge, there was a bit of a party going on. Almost the entire Lothbrok clan was there. From Ragnar, Lagertha, Aslaug and Floki to the cousins like Alfred, everyone sat around talking and laughing.

Bjorn, who had a wanderlust, decided to fly out with you guys on the private jet. He was never one to stay at one place for a long time and Italy had his name all over it. As far as your BFF Folaki, she was working since it was her last week at Club 52. One thing she didn't know was that Bjorn was going to propose to her in Italy. Thankfully he promised to wait until after your Art Exhibit so that he didn't steal your thunder.

As you sat beside Ragnar, you were quietly watching everyone have a good time when he leaned over.

"I hear you ran my youngest son off."

You nearly spit out your orange juice as you stared at him, unsure of what he meant.  Giving you a smirk, he leaned back in his chair with his plate of fruit.

"No need to be so alarmed. Ivar's moody but he does share things with me time-to-time."

You looked at the floor, mortified beyond belief. Your ears and neck were hot with embarrassment as you realized he knew you had been with his two sons. When Hvitserk took a seat beside you, he noticed that you looked like you had seen a ghost. Of course, he asked what was wrong with you.

"Your........your dad.........he knows?"

"Of course. Besides, like we told you already, sharing a woman is okay in our culture. It's only you who's so embarrassed. You should see your face right now." Hvitserk added before laughing at you.

While you were all busily having fun at the airport, Ivar was on a train in a window seat. He wasn't even sure what he was doing exactly. All he knew is that he had to get away from everyone for a while. When he had searched online, he found a quaint Belgian styled town. Naturally, he figured it was a good place as any to hide out until he got over the breakup. As he listened to music, he wondered if there was any part of you that regretted how things had ended.

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It was the end of the first week of being in Italy and boy, were you ever loving it. From the scenic architecture of the town to the location of your Villa near the water, you couldn't be a happier person. Even though you guys hadn't totally finished unpacking, your Art studio was already set-up. Since it faced the sea, you felt inspired every time you stepped in the room.

Hvitserk's childhood friend from Denmark lived nearby so you guys had company for dinner most nights. It was really nice to see him relaxed and enjoying the move. Truthfully, you had been worried that he would regret leaving his entire family. However, you were shocked at how easily Hvitserk adjusted to the move. As for Bjorn, who was staying in one of the guest rooms, he had gone on a business trip to Germany.

Since Folaki was arriving in a few days, you promised the eldest Ragnarsson that you would find a great event hall for the proposal. Despite trying to get Hvitserk’s help, he kept saying it "wasn't his thing".

As you sat on the floor of the living room looking at venues on your tablet, Hvitserk called you into the kitchen. When you went, he was standing next to his friend Daniel, smirking at you. Instantly, you wondered what they were up to. Especially since the two of them looked too smug for their own good.

"Why are you guys smiling so much?" You asked.

"I’ll answer that for you."Daniel said to Hvitserk before giving you his attention. "Guess who convinced LMG Records to open an office out here? And not only that, but also got me hired as an Agent?"

You glared at them, realizing they had been drinking and it wasn't even dinner time. Though you wanted to laugh, you bit your lip, finding them adorable.

"Let me gue-----."

"Me babe! The best part is I'm not going to be traveling much anymore. Once the office is set-up, I'll have plenty of minions to do that for me. I mean, have you ever seen a VP of Operations traveling like a commoner? I don’t think so." A pleased Hvitserk said before putting the champagne bottle to his lips.

"Minions?" You repeated with a chuckle. "So you got a promotion as well?"

"That's right. Alfred and Sigurd really went to bat for me with the Board of Directors. Boom!"

"Okay, it's time for you to stop drinking from the bottle." You said before taking it from him.

Since it was a huge achievement, the three of you decided to celebrate at a waterfront restaurant instead of staying home. You couldn't deny it. Despite everything, the move to Italy was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time.

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While you were out running errands the following day, you kept getting calls from an unknown number. It was definitely a local number, however, you didn't know that many people in Italy. Since you didn’t know who was calling, you ignored it. But as you purchased some coffee, you received a text from the same number. The person said "Hi" in Italian so you sent a message asking who they were just in case they were Art connected.

 Your heart raced as you looked at the last line of text. 'Behind you.' Could it be that Ivar had really come to Italy? And just like that, all your feelings for him came bubbling to the surface. Who were you lying to? You missed him so much and there wasn't a day that went by that you didn't wonder where he was or what he was doing.

As you put your phone back in your purse, you were practically shaking. Right behind you, seated by a Gelato stand, you spotted a man that appeared to be Ivar. Despite having his back to you, you just knew that it had to be him. The build, the way his man-bun was styled...................you just knew.

Rushing over, you sat beside him before tapping his shoulder. Oddly enough, Ivar didn't turn around right away. Instead, he started bouncing his shoulders to the music playing over the outdoor speakers.

"Ivar!" You almost screeched, overwhelmed at being so close to him after so long.

Though he heard you, he kept dancing, which made your smile turn into laughter. As he heard you finally enjoying his little show, Ivar finally turned around to face you. He dropped the rose from his mouth and continued doing his goofy dance.

"You're nuts." You said – as tears stung your eyes.

Without waiting for him, you threw your arms around Ivar's neck, embracing him so tightly, that passerbys whispered.

"Oh my God, baby! I can't believe you're really here."

"Mus, look at me."

Ivar pushed you back slightly as he kept his arm around your waist. Both of you were near tears as you looked into each other's eyes. The emotions of the moment not needing words.

"Do you miss me?" A solemn Ivar asked, almost as if he was afraid of the answer.

Without saying anything, you leaned in and kissed him. Tasting Ivar's lips after the long separation caused a moan escape your throat. In return, he kissed you hungrily too, not caring that you were seated outside. You could tell how much he missed you by the way he refused to let you to break the kiss. Every time you tried to catch your breath, his lips were immediately on yours - biting, licking and nibbling. Ivar really made your lips quite puffy from his passionate kisses.

When you finally got him to look at you, he pressed his forehead against yours - his hand on the small of your back.

"Mus------."

"Ivar, I love you."

His blue eyes met yours as his lips parted in shock. Hvitserk had told you that Ivar didn't believe you loved him and you wanted to fix that. Though you said many things when the two of you had sex, it wasn't the same. He needed to know that you loved him beyond the sexual part of your relationship.

"Say it again, mus."

"I love you so much Ivar. I always have."

"Always?"

"Always." You said.

A few tears finally escaped your eyes and rolled down your cheeks slowly. Ivar gently wiped them with his thumb as he kept his forehead against yours.

"I want you back, Y/N."

"Me too. You don't know how happy I am right now. I swear, I can't imagine my life without you."

"Really? Say that for me again." Ivar said as he brushed his lips against yours.

"I want you back, Ivar. I love you so much and I can’t imagine living my life without you."

After hearing you say what he had longed to hear, Ivar pulled you into one of the most tender embraces you had ever felt. He held you like a man who had been on a long journey and had finally returned home. When he stood, he took you by the hand, staring at you as if you were the only person in the world. Not that you weren't looking at him with the same amount of love. You couldn't believe how close you had come to losing each other.

"Mus."

"Yes, baby."

"You owe me for the rose. I mean, I'm not made of money like Hvitserk."

Before you could hit him, Ivar let go of your hand and jogged away. He knew that his sense of humor got under your skin but it didn't mean he was going to stop being himself.

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You and Ivar spent the rest of the day running your errands before grabbing lunch at a American style restaurant. The entire time, he couldn't stop looking at you. He sat beside you, barely eating his food - choosing instead to cuddle you. When an old woman stopped at the table and complimented him for being such a sweet husband, you nearly choked on your burger.

Ivar, who was totally tickled by her assumption didn't even blink an eye. He thanked her and then told you to stop being rude. After making you thank the old woman for noticing how great your "marriage" was, he told her that sometimes, you were a bad wife. Incensed by his revelation, the old lady spent fifteen minutes lecturing you about the importance of a happy home. When she finally left and you were sure that she was out of earshot, you smacked Ivar's shoulder hard.  

After leaving the restaurant, the two of you stopped at a store close to the villa to grab some wine. While there, Ivar held your hand firmly despite you wanting to go down the other isles alone.

"Does Hvitty know you're here yet?"

"Of course, mus. Who do you think helped me stalk you?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. He told me what time you would be leaving the house so I could tail you. You're so cute when your lost." Ivar then went on to imitate you in a high pitched tone. "Excuse me....Sir....Signore. Do you speak English, uh Inglese? I need to find this store."

You tried your best not to laugh. After all, it was you he was making fun of.

"I don't sound like that."

"Alright. If you say so." Ivar said with a laugh. "You sounded like you were on the verge of tears every time you asked for directions.

"Will you just buy the damn wine so we can get out of here!"

"Touchy."

Eventually, Ivar settled on three wines with the help of the the store owner. Naturally, they were very expensive but they were the type of wines a Lothbrok could easily afford. After he paid, the owner introduced himself as Ambrogio. He then insisted that the two of you taste some wines made at his family's private vineyard. As you stood beside Ivar drinking, he and Ambrogio became fast friends, laughing about all manner of things. After chatting for nearly an hour, the two of them exchanged numbers. Before you left the store, Ambrogio even invited you guys to an upcoming party at his estate.

The way that Ivar made friends always impressed you. It was as if people just gravitated to his magnetic personality. When the two of you entered the villa, it was obvious that Hvitserk was home. Not wanting to be seen yet, Ivar ducked into the closest guest room and sat down. You took the bag of wines from his hand and told him to stay put.

"Give me like five minutes and then come out."

"You think that's enough time?" Ivar whispered.

You nodded before leaving him in the room. When you got to the kitchen, Hvitserk was there making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Hey baby. How was your day?" He asked before giving you a kiss on the lips.

"It was good. Please don't eat all of that. I'm going to cook."

As you put the wines in the electric chiller, he glanced at you. Right away, you knew he was waiting for you to say something about Ivar. Smirking to yourself, you put the recyclable bags away before looking at him again.

"I'm going to turn on some music." You said as you loosened your ponytail.

"Okay. But.............how was your day?"

"You just asked me that, Hvitty."

Hvitserk stared at you blankly a moment before he put the jelly back in the fridge. As he went to the living room, you followed him. You took a seat on the couch and removed your heels, glad to have them off. Though the TV was on, Hvitserk kept glancing in your direction, looking quite on edge. Finally, he couldn't keep his curiosity in check any longer.

"Y/N, do you know Ivar is here?"

"Ivar's is in Italy?

Hvitserk nodded as he bit his sandwich and pushed the bread to the side of his mouth.

"He wanted to see you."

"Me?"

"Who else?"

"Well, you do remember that he dumped me. Right?"

Despite sighing, Hvitserk explained that Ivar regretted breaking up with you. He even confessed that he was the one who advised him to come to Italy to straighten things out.

"Hvitty. I can't believe you would do that." You said, trying to look genuinely hurt. "He chose to leave me."

"He didn't mean it though. I've told you before, don't always take everything Ivar does personally. He's a good person who makes mistakes."

"I know but.........."

"So you didn't hear from him?"

You stood up and turned your back to Hvitserk. It was just too much and you were on the verge of laughing. As you stood with your back to him, Hvitserk went to the window to check if he had closed it. Just then, Ivar came rushing into the living-room yelling Hvitserk's name at the top of his lungs. When the two of them saw each other, they embraced like long lost friends. 

You stood by the fireplace, smiling as they talked excitedly for a while. Suddenly Ivar looked at you.

"Get over here, mus."

He grabbed your wrist and gave you a peck on the lips. As you tried to go to the kitchen to start dinner, Hvitserk smacked you on the ass.

"You're in so much trouble. I can't believe you bullshitted me like that."

"It was Ivar's idea." You protested.

"So? What does that mean?"

"Exactly Hvitty?" Ivar said before looking at you and smirking. "Just because I suggested something didn't mean you had to do it."

You rolled your eyes as you wen to the kitchen. After putting your apron on, you started washing the vegetables in the sink. As you stood there, you could the boys chatting it up and blasting music. It was an unconventional relationship, but one that made all three of you happy. Especially you. After the way Evan had treated you, never in a million years did you think you would feel wanted again.

How the three of you would deal with raising children was an issue you would deal with when the time came. All you knew was that you were beyond happy. Your exhibit was in a week's time and your best friends Folaki and Jason were arriving the next day. There was so much ahead for you and you wanted do it all with Hvitserk and Ivar by your side.

 THE END!_________________

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[honestsycrets]

Bad Poet | [ Hvitserk x Reader ]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk/ivar [platonic brother spats]

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | you know hvitserk gets around-- even without ubbe.

❛ tags | verbal arguments, hvitserk has a crush, ivar is an ass.

❛ sy’s notes | hi. i’m still around; just kind of... tired. i’ll write some snippets, i think.

Hvitserk isn’t exactly the smartest of the Ragnarssons.

You wove a band of leather into your hair as you listened, carefully, and quietly to the brothers at their table. “What kind of poetry is that,” Ivar chided to his brother, tracing the lines of Hvitserk’s drawing tablet. “She won’t want to hear this. Tell her she has pretty eyes.”

“Everyone must tell her that.”

“Who is everyone?” Ivar mocked. “She has no suitors this summer. I paid them off just for you, br--”

You glanced up from your work, catching eyes with Ivar’s bobbing head.

“Shht!” Hvitserk thumped his fist on the table. “Why don’t you shut up?”

“Is she stupid? I’m sure she knows, Hvitserk.”

It’s not as if you didn’t know Hvitserk’s secret. He tries to be quiet; but Ivar? Ivar brings out the wildness in him unlike Ubbe ever had. You pressed down a smile, catch him eye to eye, and continued to weave the band into your hair. He swallowed in response and took the tablet from his brother, fingers twiddling him off.

“You’re no use.”

“Suit yourself. Write your bad poetry and use your hand tonight.”

He scratched sternly at the wax. Bit, by bit, til he made a noise. Rumpled, like he’d had enough of the tablet in his hand and the soft chiding from his brother’s laughter. You paused, drawing the cow hide around the tail end of your hair when you saw the sway of the metal on his belt buckle shimmering before you. In his hand was the tablet, messy and unique. The long scribbles dragged the strokes farther than you ever had seen.

“Hvitserk,” you set your hands on your knees and waited. It wouldn’t be long, anyway. “What is it?”

He bowed his head, bringing the tablet up to the other hand. He fisted it like an old towel, fighting for the right words that were caught up in his throat. “I… well. Theres this tablet.”

“I see it,” you smiled. “Is it--”

“For you,” he cut you off, feeling a rushed sense of confidence. Despite the tremor in his hand, swaying as he extended it out to you, as if it were a leaf swaying in the chilly autumn wind. “I wrote it for you.”

“Oh?”

It’s not as if you hadn’t been sitting there. First, with your brother-- then alone, hiding indoors while the men pulled the hard labour outdoors. He was out to oversee the wall of Kattegat while Ivar recovered from a strained break. From the looks of things, his smile behind Hvitserk’s shoulder that was, he was doing just fine.

“It’s not--” he mumbles as he looks around for your brother. Probably praying he didn’t rush in, shank him with his seax. “...good. I just...”

He’s no wordsmith. You flipped the tablet around, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and read. And he was right-- it was particularly awful. But, to be fair, you heard Ragnar’s was once too. It must be inherited. He drew a chair, cut with ravens, and sat across from you with his head bowed. His hand cradled his knee as he chewed the skin off his bloody lip. “...wanted to write you something.”

You glanced up from the tablet.

“It’s terribly perfect.”

He lifts his head.

“Perfect?” he mimics. “But I-- I can’t write.”

“I know, Hvitserk. That is why I said terrible. Every woman you’ve met knows you can’t write poetry. You’re a fighter, just like Ragnar.”

He laughs, warm like honey sliding down your throat, and you smile back. You’re just another in a long line of Hvitserk Ragnarsson’s momentary fixations; you would be stupid to think it was anything but that.

“Come on. I’ve not talked to that many women! Will you come with me? There is a stream short of my cabin. Let me catch you something special to eat.”

He’s a bad liar, but a cute face.

“It’s going to take a lot more than that, Hvitserk.”

And somewhere, behind him, you hear Ivar scoff. A mean little ‘I told you so’, bouncing off his lips. Hvitserk turns as you use his shoulders to push yourself up, throwing your braid over your shoulder. Hvitserk’s voice churns, thick with annoyance-- it’s almost cute. Almost.

“Shut up Ivar.” 

@laketaj24 @alicedopey @lisinfleur @flowers-in-your-hayr @punkrocknpearls​ ah... i’m struggling with motivation for tags, please forgive me. let me clean up my list and i’ll tag again.

[hvitserkmarcosource]

New Marco!! 🩷🩷

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Searching home

Summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long.

Pairing: adoptivemom!Helga x reader; adoptivesibling!Tanaruz x reader; (skeptic) adoptivedad!Floki x reader; Ivar x reader, Hvitserk x reader; Tanaruz’ family and reader

Notes: tw: mentions/attempts of s/a (this includes a raid so…) back on my time traveler shit rn, the reader is a slight OC (in a sense that she has similar outer characteristics as Angrboda)

inspired by a gifset from @ivarthebadbitch​ that i can’t find rn

My Norse translator: https://lingojam.com/OldNorsetoEnglishTranslator

tagged: @alicedopey | Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 requests are OPEN!

 The only words you could say when the merchants guided you to their townhouse were “Salam aleikum.”

 They seemed to understand that but smiled at your pronunciation. In time, you learned more of the language of course, which meant that you could hold short conversations with the couple and their daughter, Tanaruz.

 Tanaruz took to you quickly, introducing you to her friends and pulling you along during the day to show you all nooks and crannies of Algeciras. You drew eyes to you, with your height and paleness, together with light eyes and long, blond hair that was almost white.

 In turn, you tried your best to learn the language and culture and entertain Tanaruz, who found you extremely funny for some reason (you suspected it was your terrible Arabic).

 While you never thought that you’d enjoy living in an early medieval civilization, Algeciras was much better than anticipated. It was clean, the people were kind and the weather warm. Your days were much simpler, with a lot of free time when everyone else prayed in the mosques.

 Somehow, they respected you not wanting to go with them.

 Tanaruz’ parents, Aamir and Zoha sold oranges and other citrus fruits on the market, along with chai. In the evenings, the four of you would meet at their stall to eat and close it up. It was simple, a nice reprieve from modern life. Tonight was no different.

 Until it was.

 Suddenly, the quiet night air was filled with screams. Panicked, you looked around until you saw them.

 Men and women armed to the teeth slaughtering everything in their way. You scrambled to get up, ready to run when two reached your stall. Their faces were heavily tattooed and one of them gave you a hungry look.

 Then, he turned away and stabbed Aamir. You clapped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Zoha’s eyes were wide with terror, searching for Tanaruz, who was crouched under the stall.

 She looked over to you, a sort of beg in her eyes and you understood, diving towards Tanaruz, and grabbing her by the arm roughly.

 As the two of you began running, you heard Zoha scream Tanaruz’ name, before choking on her own blood. You couldn’t look back, Aamir’s death had been bad enough.

 You’d never seen anyone die, much less in front of you, and now, two people that had taken care of you out of the goodness of their hearts had been brutally murdered. Trying not to let your tears blind you, you pulled Tanaruz, who was still frozen in shock into the heart of the city.

 Eventually, she seemed to regain her senses and led you to a wide, blue doorway. When you turned, a light-haired woman was following the two of you.

 She followed you inside the maze of mirrors too.

 Somehow, you lost Tanaruz and froze in place, not wanting to stumble into someone. You were forced to move when another one of the warriors appeared at the end of the tunnel.

 He was tall and lean, maybe two years older than you with light hair and a giddy smile that looked out of place in midst of all the blood that spattered across his face.

 Abruptly, you turned and ran. You could hear him laugh, before taking up the chase. But you knew the mirrors and the way you had come.

 It was incredibly stupid, but you ran outside again, into the maze of the city. The mirrors were a thing of luck, but this city, this was a place where you could actually outrun him.

 You weaved through alleys and larger streets, barely avoiding these men that attacked and slaughtered a peaceful people and suddenly found yourself standing in the middle of a large piazza with a tiled mosaic floor.

 You recognized this place, because it was the first place in the city Tanaruz took you to play with her friends. The man appeared behind you, and you knew you were in deep trouble.

 Unsure of which road to take and caught up in memories, you’d stalled, but you were determined to not let him get you. You started running again, towards one of the alleys leading out of the piazza. When you turn around, you saw him lift his axe, ready to throw it and threw yourself on the ground.

 The axe whizzed past you as you felt the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and realized that you’d bitten down on the inside of your cheek too hard.

 Still, you scrambled to get up and ran into one of the alleys but the men with tattooed faces cut off your escape. You turned, but the blond was standing in front of you.

 Already in pain, you decided that one was better than eight and ran straight at him, breath leaving your body as you impacted with his. You landed on top of him, and he had the audacity to smirk at you, but you didn’t care, heaving yourself up again.

 One of them said something in an unfamiliar tongue, but you were already running again, turning around a corner. You felt your heart sink as another barrage of warriors was in that ally and backed out of it again.

 As you walked onto the piazza, you realized that you were surrounded.

 “þú skulu eigletr mik takþúr, smár kat.” The blonde said, beginning to circle you like prey.

 Suddenly, the blond woman rushed into the square, dragging Tanaruz behind her. She stood in front of you. You couldn’t see her face, but Tanaruz was shaking with her entire body.

 “Nei! hon's minn dóttir, Angrboda!“ she shouted, before wrapping an arm around you. Unsure of what to do, you let her. You were tempted to show the blonde man the finger and couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a small, sassy nod with your head, telling him that he’d lost.

 ***

 You didn’t expect to stay alive for long after that, but the woman seemed insistent on taking you both in. Tanaruz was silent, not eating or speaking and eyed you with something you couldn’t place when you tried to learn their language.

 The woman was kind, but her insistent need to call you Angrboda confused you. Many times, you’d pointed at yourself and told her your real name, even saying it in their language but she never listened.

 Hvitserk, that was what the blond man was called, looked at you like a kicked puppy every time you sneered. You would’ve felt guilty if you didn’t know that he was about to rape you.

 One night, Tanaruz was crying. You tried to comfort her, but she pointed towards the woman called Helga and then her eyes. It took you a while, but you eventually understood what she meant.

 Tanaruz thought that Helga had the evil eye. A charm with Fatima’s hand had been given to you by Zoha after you yourself had gotten fearsome looks, but with the liner Helga was wearing, the resemblance was even more prominent.

 Quietly, you lifted the necklace from your neck and pressed it into Tanaruz’ hand.

 “Fatima.” You explained, “From Zoha.” Then, in very rocky Arabic, you gently added, “I be sorry.”

 Tanaruz looked at you, her mouth slightly curving upwards. “I am sorry.” She corrected, but cuddled into your arms nonetheless.

 ***

 Kattegat was the hell you’d imagined from being a time traveler, but at least you weren’t one of the women being sold as slaves.

 Instead, Helga dragged you and Tanaruz into a small house. Floki began to make something out of wood while Helga cooked a stew. You looked over to Tanaruz, feeling a deep worry. She hadn’t eaten since that night, and even then, a few slices of orange didn’t count.

 Helga began to attempt to feed Tanaruz, but she wouldn’t budge.

 “You need eat.” You urged her, still using your terrible Arabic. “If you leave me alone, I know won’t what to do.”

 Tanaruz didn’t even correct you and that worried you even more. You crouched down before her, staring into her deep brown eyes.

 “Please. You need to stay alive. When we alone, we run home.” You promised. It was unlikely, but Tanaruz needed something to hold on to.

 “My home was burnt by the --------.” She said. Still, she slowly took the spoon from Helga and began eating.

 Just in that moment, the door sprang open. No one stood in the doorway, but a noise made you look down. A guy that had to be your age was pulling himself over the ground.

 Fascinated, you looked down at him, while Tanaruz scrambled away. She was afraid of all of them, except maybe Floki.

 While Ivar looked confused, he began a quick conversation with Floki that you couldn’t follow. Then he turned to look at you, asking for your name. That you understood.

 “Angrboda.” Helga said quickly.

 “Y/N.” you corrected firmly. Something seemed to click in Ivar’s head by your name, but you knew him from hearsay too.

 In your terrible, terrible Norse, you attempted to make conversation with him. “You Ivar. Hvitserk and Bjorn talk.” You managed. Ivar nodded.

 Not really caring about whether or not your clothes got dirty, you sat down on the dusty floor and handed him a cup. Ivar glanced at Floki, as if he wasn’t sure what to think about your actions, but the man only shrugged.

 “Hon's stranger mær.” Floki said. You had an idea, suddenly. You liked Ivar and wanted to show him something you’d seen in Kattegat. He looked like he didn’t have many friends his age.

 Glancing over to Tanaruz, you saw that she’d curled up in a corner and fallen asleep. You looked at Helga. “I trust you to take care of her.” You said quietly in your own tongue, but she seemed to understand.

 Then you turned back to Ivar. “Come.” You said, motioning with your hand to follow you. A dragging sound behind you let you know that he was coming along. The sun was already setting when you walked into the small alcove and sat down, patting the space next to you.

 Here, in this alcove where it looked like the sun set the water aflame, you felt like you were at peace.

 Ivar stared at you, confused but you simply pointed at the sunset. Taking off you boots and rucking your skirt up to your calves, you let the waves splash around your legs. The cool water was the only thing keeping you awake, a sudden exhaustion seeping in due to your constant awake state.

 As you leaned your head on the rocks, you realized that Ivar had closed his eyes and was smiling slightly.

 ***

 Two weeks passed, and slowly, Tanaruz was coming out of her shell. Your promise of home seemed to keep her going, but she was still cold towards most people.

 She seemed to like Floki, who showed her magic tricks and let her carve with wood. He taught her Norse in turn, and she assured you that you could leave her alone sometimes. Tanaruz also liked to play chess with Ivar sometimes, to your great surprise.

 Though she always lost, she seemed determined to beat him one day.

 Both you and Tanaruz were relieved when Helga insisted on coming on the raid to England. The two of you only talked to Floki, Hvitserk, Ivar and sometimes Helga, all of which would be leaving.

 On the last day in Kattegat, Ivar showed you his new chariot. Tanaruz and Floki came too, and you laughed as Ivar drove past, while Tanaruz gave a shy smile.

 Together, the four of you walked back towards Kattegat, where a feast would see off the Great Heathen army. You were uncomfortable with taking Tanaruz, since Harald and Halfdan would be there, but Helga insisted.

 The feast was loud, and the Great Hall filled as people danced and drank. Almost immediately, Tanaruz spotted Harald and Halfdan and you quickly pulled her away, into a quiet corner.

 She was silent now, and you knew it was going to take her days until she would speak again. Your own hand was tightly wrapped around a cup you were holding.

 A clear voice ripped you from your dark thoughts. “Angrboda.” The woman said, standing in front of you. Her name was Lagertha, and she was the queen of Kattegat.

 “Y/N.” Ivar corrected, sitting down at your side. You nodded in agreement.

 “You were taken on my son’s raid.” She began, slowly enough for you to understand. “But Helga decided to take you and this girl in.”

 You nodded, unsure where this was going. Ignoring Ivar, she stared at you intensely. “I hope you know who you owe allegiance to.”

 She intimidated you, but you didn’t let that show. “I don’t owe allegiance to any of you.”

 It was probably not the best idea to butt heads with a monarch like Lagertha, but Tanaruz was shaking like a leaf next to you, and you still hated them for transforming her into a ghost of her former self.

 Lagertha looked like she wanted to say something, but another brother, Ubbe, called for her.

 After a while, Hvitserk sat down next to Ivar, completely ignoring you and Tanaruz. No one was watching, and you took your chance to pull her away, outside.

 The cold night air was harsh on your skin, and Tanaruz began to shiver as you wrapped her furs tighter. The new clothes as well as your jewelry had been gifts from Ivar, and a few from Hvitserk, who still seemed insistent on flirting with you.

 All in all, the two of you looked much more regal than two kidnapped people should. But the clothes felt like a metaphor for your gilded cage.

 Tanaruz pulled you to the beach and you sat down on the cold sand. A few meters away, a foreign merchant had lit a fire, looking out into the ocean alone. Ignoring him, you laid back, trying to explain all the different stars to Tanaruz. The girl’s eyes began to close, and you picked her up. She was too heavy to carry, but you could give her a piggyback ride home.

 When you’d settled Tanaruz into her bed, you walked back out towards the beach. Suddenly, you stopped feeling uneasy. When you looked behind you, a tall man was at the other end of the alley.

 You’d seen him around, and he’d always filled you with unease. He was a creep, invading the personal space of slaves that couldn’t say anything about it. Speeding up, you began to walk away, but he matched your pace.

 When you began to jog towards the Great Hall, he picked up his pace. Realizing that this guy wasn’t going to let off, you bolted towards the Hall, but he caught you around your waist and threw you to the ground.

 Before you could scream, he clapped a hand over your mouth. You searched for something to protect yourself, finding a small rock on the muddy ground and brought it against his temple, hard.

 He stumbled backwards and you got up, but there was a house behind you. He began to run towards you when suddenly, he gurgled and fell to the ground. An axe was sticking out of the back of his head.

 Hvitserk stood right behind him, chest still heaving from an adrenaline rush. You felt queasy at the gory sight in front of you.

 “Hello little cat.” He smirked.

 You wanted to insult him, say something, but your mouth felt dry. Reaching up, your fingers felt blood trickling from a cut on your forehead you didn’t realize you had.

 “Ouch.” You complained, wiping the blood off.

 Hvitserk said something about Helga, and you wanted to stop him, knowing that she would be a little overbearing, but he already walked away. Then, Hvitserk turned back and pressed a knife into your hand, before disappearing again.

  You sank down on the ground, still scared from prior events. A few minutes later, Helga ran into the alley, visibly shaken. Behind her, Floki, Ivar and Hvitserk followed. Ivar looked positively furious, staring at the dead body next to you with an expression of anger while Hvitserk seemed almost proud of himself for saving you.

  Helga seemed unsure what to do, but Floki stepped forward and pulled you up. Only then did you notice how shaky your legs actually were. Hvitserk stepped forward to support you, oblivious of how his own actions might be uncomfortable to you now. Together, they brought you to the longhouse.

  Tanaruz was still sleeping as Helga began to fuss over the cut on your forehead, just as you'd anticipated.

  "Who sent him?" Ivar asked you. "Was it Lagertha?"

  You shook your head. "I've seen him around. I think he mistook me for a slave."

  Hvitserk snorted. "You don't look like a slave." he said. "He just couldn't control himself."

  "Like you?" you shot back. He had the grace to look away.

   ***

  Tanaruz was finally beginning to learn to speak Norse.

  She was sitting with Helga, trying to copy her stitches as the woman fixed a sail. You were a little off to the side. Ivar had stubbornly put his head on your lap, silently asking him to play with your hair.

  You didn't mind, watching as the other brothers loaded up crates on longships.

  Suddenly, Ivar sat up. He stared at you with a suspicious expression.

  “You’re not a spy. Right?” he asked.

  You had to laugh. “What makes you think that?”

  “The way you treat me.” Ivar mumbled. You felt your heart break for him.

  “Don’t you think I’d be a terrible spy. I could barely speak Norse when I came here!” you giggled, smiling at Ivar brightly.

  Ivar was still looking at you with a hint of unsurety. “What can I do to prove you wrong?” you asked, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.

  He stayed silent, but a blush appearing on his cheeks told you that his thoughts were running wild. Well, if that was what he wanted…

  You placed a soft kiss on Ivar’s lips, hoping that he wouldn’t immediately kill you, before turning away. “That enough proof?” you muttered, already regretting the action.

  “Do it again.” Ivar commanded. Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you turned around and kissed Ivar, your heart fluttering at the innocence of the kiss.

  “Brother we’re-“ Hvitserk began, suddenly standing in front of you. Slightly annoyed, you let go off Ivar. He let out a huff, staring at his brother angrily.

  “What?” he snapped.

  “Nevermind.” Hvitserk said. Was that jealousy in his voice?

  You patted the free spot next to you. “Come on, tell us what you wanted to say!” you commanded.

  “We’re ready to go. Everyone’s already on the ship.” He replied.

  Nodding, you got up and climbed into the longship, where Tanaruz was already waiting for you. This time, she looked excited rather than scared, looking out to the sea as another passage began for her.

  The peace of it all was suspicious, but you were glad that Tanaruz was adapting. She’d told you she wanted to try, if only it meant that she’d be able to go back home. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that it probably wouldn’t work.

  Almost immediately after leaving, a soft rain began to patter down. Quickly, Helga gave you and Tanaruz a few furs while warriors and slaves began to cover the ship.

  Under the plane of fabric, it was dark, but peacefully. Tanaruz burrowed into your side and the rocking of the ship quickly made your eyes droop with tiredness. You let yourself fall asleep, the darkness and warmth of the fur giving you a feeling of security.

  Hvitserk’s POV:

 He sat at the other end of the boat as he watched Tanaruz crawl into her lap and fall asleep. He still wasn’t sure what to call her, Angrboda or her actual name. He still remembered the old Angrboda. They had nothing in common but Helga’s features. Pale hair and blue eyes.

  Truth be told, Hvitserk was jealous of his little brother. He was the one who discovered her. Why couldn’t he have her?

  Yet she’d kissed Ivar.

  Speaking of him, the nuisance his brother was now sitting next to him.

  “You still want her.” Ivar observed. Hvitserk nodded before he could stop himself.

Ivar was wearing that smug grin when he turned to look at him. One that Hvitserk would’ve wiped off of him with a punch if he was Sigurd.

  “You can’t keep her to yourself, brother.” Hvitserk mumbled. “She has a mind of her own.”

  “Whatever you say, Hvitty.” Ivar teased cruelly. He was wearing that shiteating grin of his again. Hvitserk looked away, back to her. She shifted in her sleep, mumbling something unintelligibly as she rolled over. The cut on her forehead was barely visible anymore.

  He’d saved her. Hvitserk knew why she stayed away from him, but still, hadn’t that been enough to get her to trust him.

  Unlike Margrethe, he couldn’t read her.

  “She’ll come around.” Hvitserk replied, settling down to sleep. He’d had enough of Ivar’s ramblings for the night. Of course, Ivar would keep on talking for the next few hours, but as long as Hvitserk nodded form time to time, he’d be left alone.

  Unbeknownst to both, she was half-awake, hearing their argument through the fog of her dreams.

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A Taste of Heaven Masterlist *ON HATUS*

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Contains: Lots of fluff, Smut (oral sex F and M receiving, P in V, CONSENT, food play but not feederism, gentle dom Hvitserk, fingering.) OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. Rest Your Weary Hands the relationship between the brother will be healthy and loving. Ivar will still have osteogenesis imperfecta. Food, cooking, recipe books, historical food and meals.

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After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

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The Broken Christian

Hvitserk x Reader

Vikings

In court, there was a Christian man named Athelstan that always looked sad. In his face lingered the expression of someone that has seen a lot during his lifetime, and he was not that old. Mostly, he tended to keep to himself in social gatherings, but he seemed rather close to King Alfred. Even though back then I was fairly new to the King’s villa, I heard he had not been there long either. Perhaps it was the desire to meet someone like myself, someone who was also lost in the vastness of court and the emptiness of etiquette. Or maybe there was just something in his dark eyes that attracted me to him. I am not sure what it was, nor do I care, but it was that sentiment there that lured me to speak to him.

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AO3 / PA

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wreck my plans (hey, that's my man)

pairings: hvitserk x reader, dad!hvitserk x daughter!ofc

warnings: nsfw! so +18. nothing too wild, he gets a bit jealous, semi-public touching, sex, oral sex. loads of cursing.

a/n: so i am going through a phase. look. i don't know. bear with me. to the people who still read the shit i write, thank you soooooo v much. and yeah, this blog is officially a mess. there's also more ubbe coming so welp, my viking fever is getting intense. you also can read this story on my ao3 profile :)

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Ever since you met him, green has become your favourite colour. You could spend days and days just staring at those eyes, that shimmered with amusement whenever he caught you looking. Today, however, the roles had been reversed, it had been yours shining because he wouldn’t stop scrutinising the littlest movement you made. Attuned to the smallest of details.

Ivar had put together a celebration for his wedding. Several pitchers of ale and mead, roasted meat, fish and lamb, whichever one might prefer, with cooked potatoes and fresh herbs. Endless chunks of black bread, cheese, and honey. Not even five hundred men could’ve been able to topple down this banquet. You had a hunch your brother-in-law hoped Thor would visit him, it was the only thing that could explain why he put the cooks under the strain of providing so much food.

The invited people cheered him on. They spoke in loud voices, between the contagious fits of laughter, above the glee music that brought couples to the centre of the room, dancing. You’d been invited to twice. The first had been by Ubbe. Your best friend never drifted too far away from you, more so when you were with child, he’d orbit around you to make sure you were okay, well-fed and pleased. Hvitserk himself wasn’t this protective of you, and he was obnoxious to a fault, his hands always finding their way to rest on the soft round of your stretched stomach. You danced, Ubbe leaning in to whisper in your ear that you looked so lovely his brother had been rendered unable to fight the inevitable pull of you, his sight unwavering towards you. The second one, however, had put your husband in a sour mood. He didn’t like Leif one bit, it made him queasy that you had been pursued by him.

As soon as the song was over, Hvitserk rose to a stand, making his way to you, not even bothering that he’d stumbled some people in the crowded trail to where you were. His hand found the dip in your waist, pulling you back so you were flush up against him. Though you couldn’t look at it, you knew his semblance had been a warning. You search for his hand, twinning it with yours, and offer Leif a measured, polite smile, then walk away, Hvitserk threading behind you as a lost child.

You find your baby girl sitting next to her uncle. Little Hildi was the light of Ivar’s eyes, you had never seen him beam before she was born. He was yet to have his children, though you felt no one would take the soft spot your girl had carved in his heart. All the love he hadn’t given to his brother, he was sure to give his niece. It also meant she was taken care of, so you could slip away with your husband without probing looks from others, lost in the faces of the mass. When the festivities were over, Ivar would take her back to their home.

You intend to take him back to your house, drop to your knees and show him that there’s no other man that you would ever do this for. Hvitserk, on the other hand, seems to have other plans swimming in his mind when he stops in his tracks as soon as you’re out. The chilled breeze of early spring makes you shudder, but when he touches you, you feel warm everywhere. Tingling, shaking with anticipation.

“Think it’s cute?” His voice dips low as he pins you to a wooden wall. He’s brought you to a narrow alleyway, not at all secluded, though the night’s darkness forbids others from seeing who are the lovers lost to their passions there.

“What?”

“Making me jealous,” He points out, his hips tight on yours. “Do you think it’s cute?”

“‘M not trying to make you jealous, my love,” The hard touch of his cock against you makes a whimper slip out. “Never. I’m yours.”

“Fuck yeah you’re mine,” The green becomes a slim ring around the dilated pupils. “Don’t and won’t share you with anyone. Mine.”

It’s a sound akin to a wolf growling that he lets slip. He begins to lift your skirt, the hot, feverish skin exposed prickles, and your lips part in a tremulous gasp. You knew what he was going to do, you also knew you should stop him. Then he fell to his knees, glancing up at you while he kissed your inner ankle. It’s a view that you can’t resist. Hvitserk, when he wants, can always get away with his biddings.

He pushes down the short, linen braies you had on, balling it up to shove deep in his pocket. The cool gush of air makes you gasp, which, on its account, makes him smile. Proud of himself. He’s a big teaser. He loves to see how much he can delay his skilled touches until you beg. Until you’re whimpering him to please do something.

His cheek mashes against your thigh, it forces your legs to drift so he can fit in the snug between them. The soft rubbing of his hands is the only grounding you can get as your mind starts to spin with how close he is. Hvitserk bites a patch of tender flesh before grunting, your cunt on display for him to do as he pleased. Even in the wavering light, he could catch the gleam of your slick pooled at where you thrummed overcome with desire.

The pad of his thumb finds its way to your clit in one fleeting touch. You groan in frustration, rolling your hips towards him, beseeching. His concealed laugh fans warm air all over you, a broken cry filling the night’s silence in reply.

“I should take you right here,” He muses, a quick nip on the flesh of your inner thigh. “So anyone who wanders by knows who you belong to.”

“Serk…” The sound is so pitiful you can see a gleam of compassion on his face, but you know better than to think he would be so pliant. “Everyone knows I’m yours. And everyone knows you’re mine.”

He scoffs then rises to a stand, and his full height makes you feel small. Your skirt falls back to its original place, rustling as it slides down your legs. His sudden draw-back leaves an uncomfortable aftertaste, you feel the emotion bubble at the bottom of your throat. The second pregnancy has left you even more emotive, always bursting at the seams.

Hvitserk runs his knuckles along with your cheekbone. It was crystal clear that the welling tears had got through him. He never knows just how to act when you are upset, so he just looks at you, a silent offer of his unspoken care. You aren’t sad or angry at him, but you haven't been able to keep yourself in check, which you do often for his sake.

You lean into him, on your tippy-toes to wrap your arms around his neck. His gentle embraces feel like the first breeze of summer, warm and with the hope to bloom.

The way back home is quiet. No one meanders the cobblestoned streets, no houses seem to have inhabitants. Ivar made a point to invite everyone, so they’d see him wed the love of his life. You remember what it feels like, to be so in love you want the whole world to witness it. To savour, to envy. When you married Hvitserk, a good few years ago, now, you felt the same. An urge to let all the others be assured that this man was yours, that this love, his love, was worth screaming about.

His hand is looped with yours, as he leads the way up a narrow path that leads to the front door of your home. It was built a little far-off from the city, surrounded by bright green grass that threaded with geraniums during spring, and it's hidden amidst tall trees. Wild animals often roam about, your cooks drove insane with them ruining the backyard garden with the fresh spices they use to prepare supper. You wouldn’t have liked to live anywhere but.

As expected, your servants aren’t there when Hvitserk swings the door open. It’s dark, the candles are long blown out. Once inside, however, you feel a pleasant balmy air shroud you, so the fireplace must’ve been fed new logs, its screaming orange flames a source of light for you to take in the smooth features your husband now donned. He pushed you down in a soft, caring motion.

You struggle to find a comfortable seat. Each day, it seemed, your baby grew bigger, your tummy a pointy thing that made it hard to sleep, stand too long on your feet, or even breathe in a normal fashion. It always seemed like you ran a marathon. He bends to kiss the crown of your head, then disappears into the darkness.

Only the gentle creep of dying wood filled the room. You stretch your hands to gather some heat, the tips of your fingers tingling as blood comes rushing to warm them up. Your cheeks sting, too. The warmth seems to wake the sleeping dragon that rests within, your baby moving around, stretching and kicking. You can’t bite back the smile while you touch your stomach, in hopes that the soft shushing would put the boy at ease.

Hildi was always the quiet babe. Even when she was born, she did not cry, not until the midwife slapped her tiny tush. You could see him embedded in the last fibre of her being. They were both good at playing people, using their sharp tongues to sneak out of harsh punishments, too smart for their own sake. She was her father’s daughter in every sense.

It softened you out to see him so devoted to her. You thought, when you were told you had a healthy baby girl, he’d slight her. His green eyes, that you saw each time she looked at you, had glistened in genuine happiness. Hvitserk was enamoured by Hildi, taken by her in a way you didn’t think he’d be. Part of you wondered, now that you were so certain you’d be giving him a son, that he would dismiss his firstborn to regard his first boy.

“Is everything okay, my sweetness?” His voice is pinch lower, hushed as he sits beside you. There’s a puzzling hint that scrunches his face. “You seem lost in thoughts.”

“Do you love Hildi?”

“More than anything.”

“More than me?” You bite the tip of your tongue so as not to smile.

“She’s my princess, my baby girl, I love her more than anything in the world,” Hvitserk leans closer, nestling his face between the soft plush of your breasts. “But I love her momma more.”

“Will you love this boy more than you love you love her?”

His chin rests at your collar when he looks up at you, confused, “What?”

“I just… I don’t want her to feel neglected. She adores you, you know,” Your fingers slid to the end of his braids, tugging at the rubber bands that keep them in place. “I know it’s important to have sons, but I want her to be seen, too.”

Hvitserk straightens up, taken aback by your abrupt confession. You feel his lips on yours not too long after. It’s not harsh or passionate. It’s gentle and soft, like the forehead kisses he gives her each time she leaves for a riding lesson with her uncle. All the love you feel for him boils in your blood. It makes you want to scream out loud. Your love is a body of water that would flood an entire city.

You press your forehead to his, “What was that for?”

“Sometimes I think you’re not real,” He discloses in a little voice, but you feel the weight of the words he’s speaking. “I wonder if this life I now have is not some figment of my imagination to safeguard me from the rotten reality I must be in.”

“My love,” A soft plea for him to dismiss those thoughts almost tumbles out, but before you have the chance, he quiets you with a finger.

“I love our house, coming home to a screaming Hildi that will hang on one of my legs like the nasty little monkey that she is and coming home to you, to kiss you, to kiss your pregnant belly. I don’t care if the babies you give me are boys or girls. All of this is more than I think I deserve.”

“Hvitserk,” You call for him, your mouths meeting in a desperate kiss. You’re not used to having him be so open about what he feels, it suits him. “You deserve so much more. You should know you settled for me because you could have any woman your heart would desire-”

“I don’t want anyone else,” It’s an even, pure statement. His eyes flicker with earnest. “You should know, though, that Ivar taking a liking to you has made it possible for me to keep you.”

“I have to disagree… Ivar could hate me, and still, he couldn’t take you away from me. I’d tear anyone apart before they take you from me.”

The timid light bounces on the mischievous smile he’s got all over his face. Hvitserk helps you to a stand, your back facing him. It was his favourite mundane activity, undressing you. Each delicate button was undone, his aptitude far exacerbated for a man such as him. You had seen him fight, seen him wield weapons as thick as one’s thigh. The first time he stripped you, you couldn’t stop your mouth from hanging open. Stunned that he had such a mastery.

Each layer is unbound until you’re standing naked. He kisses the crook of your neck, then up to the shell of your ear, where he tells you how gorgeous you look. Your nipples, enlarged and darkened, are hard, too sensitive when he twists them, his mouth busy scraping each available patch of skin. The sounds you make echo across the empty room.

That’s a sight you could never get accustomed to, him, on his knees, wielding his strongest weapon, those hungry eyes, at you. Hvitserk had cornered you against a wall, parting your legs so he’d have a taste. Not the first taste today. He had to have you before leaving the house to tend to his daily tasks. His index finger runs down your cunt, bullying the snug entrance, not quite sliding it in, a taunting that brought a hefty weight to the bottom of your tummy.

He brings his finger to his mouth, sucking the tip. His delight hum does things to your body, it’s a hoarse, untamed noise that pulls out a frustrated groan. Hvitserk repeats this sequence of hellish steps until tears roll down your cheeks, too distressed to have him touch you. Not fading touches, no, you wanted the ones that would be certain to undo the budding knots coiling inside you.

The primal sound he makes when the back of your knee is set on the curve of his shoulder, and his tongue gets all the free room to do whatever he finds suitable, turns you into a weak stew. A pathetic, meek thing that’s been held up by the iron grip of his hands that steady the undulating of your hips. Hvitserk takes and takes and takes, like a man who’s known hunger would eat.

All the while he’s looking right up at you, devouring you in more ways than one. You rest your palm over his own, a quiet request for him to hold it while you let go. He complies, the warm meshing of fingers releases a wave of tenderness that envelops you. Even at his most distraught times, never once had you felt like he didn’t care for you. It was what made you fall in love with him, this unspoken bubble of sincere affection that would will into stillness the fiercest ocean.

His honey words reach your ears, hushed while he’s still busy between your thighs, lips wrapped around you in a salacious kiss. You were dangling from his lips, such as mead that trickles down the barrels after being poured into a cup. A thin thread that each assault of his soft tongue tore it further, unravelling. The pleasure was just a puff away, numbing the edges of your head until it snapped.

Hvitserk holds you through the trembling of limbs, the sputtered curses. His murmurs only spur you further, your hands shaking as you try to hold on to something. A tower built so high that when it toppled down, it shook the grounds, that’s what it felt like. Each time, it seemed, he cemented it higher, so when it crumbled, you’d be stuck in a haze.

You don’t acknowledge him taking you to the room, so soon after he kisses the jut of your stomach, whispering words to the unborn babe. He lies you on the bed, cradled in furs to protect you from the cold, then moves away. His laugh fills the room when you whine, like a child being denied staying up a little later. But being apart from him was lonely, regardless of whether it was miles or steps. You always longed for his skin against yours.

When he joins you, he no longer bears the heavy coatings, all bare for the touching, that you can’t help but do. His fingers trail down your back, a kiss pressed to your forehead as he scoops you closer to lie your head on his chest.

“Want you to take me, my love,” You ask, your hand splayed across his chest. “I can, now. And I want you to.”

The air shifts when he chuckles, it’s almost dismissive. In one quick swivel, however, he’s hovering above you, settled between your thighs. You feel him, so hard, so wanting. Hvitserk finds your lips with his first, biting down on the tender flesh, the tip of his nose bumping against yours.

“I love you,” He says in a serene, serious tone. “Love you so fucking much, you know that?”

“I love you, too, honey,” You tug at the hairs in the nape of his neck. “You should hurry up. Who knows when Ivar will bring Hildi back? He could be on his way.”

“Got myself an insatiable woman,” It’s only a half-joke, though you still laugh. “I’m sorry, for earlier.”

“You don’t have to worry, Hvitserk son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” His eyes gleamed with playfulness. “I’m fucking yours. Now show it to me just how much you want to claim me.”

He bites a tender spot below your ear, one hand going between your bodies so he can finger you and smear your slick around. Only when he’s satisfied with the mewling noises you’re making, do you feel him fist himself. Once, twice, then the fat head of his cock teases the snug heat of your entrance, breaching you at a slow, torturous pace.

Your legs are spread apart so you can take him, so deep into you it’s like he’s rooted. Both stay in a quiet moment of stillness, relishing the soft surrender that making love feels like. His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, his feather touches lighting up a fire within, your sweat-slick skin aching, so responsive to him. To the coarse fingers squeezing, to the small puddle of brownish hairs on his chest scraping yours. Every detail drove you insane.

By the time he moves, it’s measured, stagnant. It’s atypical, your husband can become a different being in the throes of passion, what with the slaps, the foul, dirty names he calls you, and with how hard he gives it to you. Making love is quite a rarity, which makes you appreciate it even further. Though his regular satiates the hunger in both your bones, this, it’s beyond the alluring satisfaction a high can give, it’s a connection. You like when he allows himself to peel away the hard shell he shrinks into every day.

Hvitserk kisses your cheek, then your temple, your forehead, your nose, your lips. His snaps grow harder, though just as deliberate, a hot wave of pleasure hitting you each time his hips meet yours, the friction enough to turn your brain into mush. Gods, how was it fair that this man could be so good at this? He had spoiled you for others. Spoiled you good.

His hips stutter.

“Gods, you feel so fucking amazing,” He groans into your ear, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh they held. “Mine. All fucking mine.”

“Yours, my love,” You clutch a handful of his hair, pulling him up for a breathless kiss. “I’m so… so…”

“I know, baby doll,” His grunt breaks a dam inside, the building pressure tighter and tighter.

He does it before you. Scorching hot spurts of spend, like he’s trying to put another baby inside you before the other even comes out. Hvitserk bites one of your nipples, moaning your name over and over. Perhaps it was when you fell. Wrung up to the breaking point until you split, a bone-crunching fall that had the loudest moans spilling past your lips.

Your toes curled, your heels dug into the back of his thighs. It’s a fire that licks your body, that rattles, shakes, then turns all muscles into lead, falling limp beneath him. An exhausted chuckle fills the short space between you, and your husband inclines to search your mouth in a feverish press of lips. You close your eyes for a beat, savouring how close he is, how your bodies are mended together.

It’s a while before he rolls to your side, his hand finding yours in the mess of sheets. Both of you enjoy a quietude that only a lover can provide to the other. You love his presence so very much that just this, lying side by side, it’s enough. You are not greedy, this life, regardless of how little he thinks it is, it’s more than you could have wished for. He brings you to the warmth of his arms, where you remain until the first raps on the door.

How much time had slipped away, you had no clue, but when he stood, pulling on linen breeches and a woollen tunic, you realised that could only be your daughter being brought back home. The missing piece to your happy family. While he disappeared to fetch her, you force yourself to stand up so you’d be dressed by the time she comes to you.

“Momma, momma!” Her childish little squeals warm your heart. “Uncle Ivar says I’m not just getting a little brother, but also a cousin, isn’t that wonderful?”

Hildi runs to wrap her arms around your hips, her chubby tiny face pressed to the round of your belly. Hvitserk rests against the threshold, arms crossed over his chest and a beaming smile on his face. You could taste on the tip of your tongue how happy he was, how accomplished he felt to have built this life with you.

“Yeah, cricket, yes, it is.”

“Papa says I can sleep with you tonight?”

“Did he, now?” You look at him, his face turning sheepish.

Wearing that look, he’s once more the boy you fell in love with, back when you were a bit older than your daughter is now. A boy that’s up to no good. Gods, if you’d known. That one day, when you joined a playful sword fight with him, that he’d be the one, you would never have let him slip away from your fingers. Sometimes, when there’s nothing else but the eerie silence of your thoughts, you regret the lost time. You could’ve held him. Could’ve protected him from the hurt he went through.

You'd break your heart in two if it means he'll be happy.

“Can I, momma?” She pushes, her chin resting on your stomach. “Please? Asa sleeps with Uncle Ubbe and Aunt Torvi all the time, she told me!”

“Of course you can,” You pinch one of her cheeks. "First you need to take off those feast clothes."

You mean to start removing her garments, but you are stopped before you get the chance to even touch her silver kransen. Hvitserk lifts her into his arms, her legs dangling as she settles on his hip, and he takes her to her bedroom. You smile at the gesture, your hand falling to yet again quell the restless growing babe. He’d woken again, moving around as if feasting inside your womb.

The room has dipped a degree colder, you shrink within the thin chemise you have on, though you dismissed it as quick as it rattled your body. It’s come to your attention the mess you’ve made, pillows and furs and linen sheets sprawled, tossed to the ground. You groan when dropping to your knees to pick them up, returning them to their original place.

Hildi is half-asleep on his lap when your husband returns. Her small fist clings to the collar of his tunic, her green eyes fluttering between closed and opened. Hvitserk nestles her between the bundle of covers, then he moves to you. Your arms wrap around his waist, his around your shoulders. Inside his hug, you get to hear the even heartbeat.

“See?” He says in a hushed whisper.

“What, elskr?”

“Whenever I’m with you, I always feel calm,” Your hand splays over his chest, and he rests his own above yours. “My heart never beats faster, never slower, always even. You’re my calmness after the wildest of storms.”

“You already married me, Serk, why are you wooing me like this?”

“‘M not wooing you,” His chuckle raises goosebumps all across your skin. “I’m making sure you know that you’re everything I need.”

You pull his hand to the swell of your left breast, “You’re my calmness, too.”

He moulds your body against him when you’re back to bed, comfortable under the heavy blankets. And this, sleeping cradled between his arms, watching your daughter sleep in such peace, it’s your definition of happiness.

[vikingsarememes]

Me, writing a new multi chapter fic: okay so in this story, Y/N will hate Ivar with all of her guts!

Me, after a couple of chapters when I mistakenly made Ivar too appealing and Y/N is now falling for him: well, fuckity fuck!