#King Canute x reader

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary:Canute meets a mysterious woman who has clairvoyance gifts

Tw : nothing ?

Number of words : 1390

Rumors spread throughout the kingdom of Denmark about a mysterious young woman who could predict the future. She was said to be as beautiful as the moon in a night sky, as elusive as the wind that blows across the plains. But no one knew her name or where she came from.

Canute, curious and intrigued by this mysterious woman, ordered his men to find her and bring her before him. After days of searching, she was finally found in a small clearing, alone, surrounded by an aura of mystery.

When she was presented to King Canute, she was calm and reserved, her eyes hidden behind a light veil. Canute, accustomed to the politics and intrigues of the court, was immediately intrigued by the aura of mystery surrounding her.

"What is your name, my dear?" he asked in a gentle yet authoritative voice.

The mysterious woman slowly lifted her veil, revealing eyes so deep, akin to the depths of the ocean. "My name matters little, my lord," she replied in a gentle yet firm voice. "I am simply a traveler, wandering through the lands in search of something I cannot define."

Canute was captivated by the sincerity in her words, as well as the sadness that seemed to veil her gaze. This way of expressing herself, this wisdom ingrained in her being, this possibility, all of it reminded him of the monk he had met long ago when he was younger.

As evening fell slowly over the castle, bathing the room in a golden glow as Canute and the mysterious woman sat near the window, engaged in animated discussion. Canute, his mind filled with questions and curiosity, turned to her with an intense gaze.

"Tell me, they say you possess gifts of foresight," he began, his eyes scanning hers with growing fascination. "Is it true?"

The mysterious woman inclined her head slightly, her blue eyes burning with a mysterious glow. "Some claim it," she replied evasively, as if she did not want to reveal all her secrets.

Canute felt his heart beat a little faster at this enigmatic response. "Then, can you make a prediction for me?" he asked, unable to conceal his curiosity. "Something about my future, about the kingdom's destiny?"

The mysterious woman slowly raised her hand, plunging into a sort of trance as her eyes seemed to search beyond visible horizons. After a moment of silence, she spoke with a grave and distant voice.

"I see... I see a prosperous kingdom, ruled by a wise and just king," she began, her words tinged with a strange authority. "But I also see challenges ahead, trials that will test the strength and determination of its sovereign."

Canute listened attentively, hanging on every word as if his life depended on it. "What challenges?" he asked, anticipation crackling in the air like a flickering flame.

The mysterious woman shook her head slightly, as if she could not or would not say more. "Some secrets must remain buried," she murmured cryptically. "The future is uncertain ground, subject to the whims of fate."

Canute felt a slight disappointment wash over him, but he also knew that not all answers could be revealed at once. "I thank you for your vision," he said with gratitude, his gaze fixed on the enigmatic face of the mysterious woman. "Perhaps you will be there to witness its future challenges."

The mysterious woman returned his enigmatic smile, her eyes shining with a prophetic glow. "Perhaps, O king," she replied softly. "Perhaps..."

He offered her hospitality in his castle, eager to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his interest. As well as to further explore this gift of clairvoyance.

One day after his training, the king spotted the young woman leaning against the well. Her fingers played with a thread. The king approached the mysterious woman and questioned her about the thread.

"It is a thread of truth," she simply replied. Canute leaned slightly forward, his blue eyes sparkling with interest as he gazed at the mysterious woman opposite him. "Tell me, what is truth to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

The mysterious woman nodded her head, taking a moment to ponder before responding. "Truth... it's a complex question," she began, her eyes scrutinizing his with a captivating intensity. "For some, it lies in objective and measurable facts. For others, it's more subjective, depending on our individual perception of the world around us."

Canute nodded slowly, absorbing her words with growing attention. "And you, what do you think?" he asked, curious about her own convictions.

The mysterious woman smiled slightly, as if she had anticipated his question. "I believe there is a universal truth, but it is often veiled by our own biases and limited perceptions," she explained, her words imbued with profound wisdom. "The true quest for truth lies in our ability to question our own beliefs and to embrace the uncertainty that often accompanies the search for truth."

Canute remained silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling as he pondered her words. "Interesting..." he murmured finally, his gaze locked with hers. "It raises the question of the nature of knowledge. How can we be certain of what we know?"

The mysterious woman nodded in approval, seeming to appreciate the turn of the conversation. "Knowledge is often the fruit of experience and reflection," she began, her voice filled with gentle assurance. "But even then, it remains subject to interpretation and error. True wisdom lies in our ability to recognize the limits of our own understanding and to remain open to new ideas and perspectives."

Canute listened attentively, absorbing each word with growing interest. He felt fascinated by the depth of her thought, by the way she questioned the very foundations of their reality. "You are truly remarkable, you know?" he murmured finally, a smile lighting up his face. "Your words resonate with me in a way I've never felt before."

The mysterious woman returned his smile, her eyes shining with a warm glow. "And you, O king," she replied softly, "you also have a wisdom and depth that impress me. It's an honor to be able to exchange such ideas with you."

Over the days, they met often, discussing topics ranging from philosophy to politics. Canute discovered in her a rare intelligence, combined with a sweetness and grace that touched him deeply.

Gradually, a special relationship developed between the king and the mysterious woman. Their conversations became more intimate, their gazes filled with mutual understanding. Canute began to see in her much more than just a simple traveler.

As the days passed and Canute spent more and more time in the company of the mysterious woman, he began to feel something different, something he had never experienced before. Each conversation, each exchanged look seemed to deepen his sense of connection with her, until he realized with a sudden and dazzling clarity that he had fallen in love.

It was a revelation as unexpected as it was powerful. Canute, accustomed to controlling every aspect of his life, suddenly found himself prey to emotions that he could neither ignore nor master. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but at the same time, he felt alive as never before.

As he stood there, looking at the mysterious woman with a mixture of admiration and affection, he realized the irony of the situation. She, who seemed to know all the secrets of his heart, his mind, and his kingdom, was herself a mystery, an enigma.However, despite all this, or perhaps because of it, Canute felt more drawn to her than ever. He wanted to know every facet of her personality, every hidden thought behind her deep and mesmerizing eyes. He wanted to be with her, not just as king and subject, but as man and woman, united by a bond stronger than any title or responsibility.

It was thus, in this moment of revelation and acceptance, that Canute realized his heart had chosen, even if he did not yet fully understand the implications of this choice. And as he stood there, facing the mysterious woman who had stolen his heart without even trying, he knew with certainty that he would do everything in his power to win her love and trust, no matter the obstacles that might stand in their way.

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ROYAL COUPLE (nsfw)

TS!King Canute x F!Reader

|| Warnings : cum play, mentions of breeding kink, voyeurism (?) ||

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Most people had misconceptions about the current king and queen of Denmark and England. Rightfully so of course given tradition surround royal couples.

King Canute does not allow any other men to lay his eyes or paws on his Queen. Women as well, unless they're helping her to take a bath and get clothed. Otherwise, no, paws off. All intimacy and lovemaking remain for his own pleasures. Vice versa for the Queen. Her Kings only for her pleasures.

The Queen was not there as an object to pleasure her husband, but rather each of them chased the idea of the other experiencing bliss and euphoria. In the years they've been together, intimate sessions continued until both needs were satiated.

Early morning, the two admittedly decided to ignore their important royal duties. How rude it would be to cut their session from last night short. During this early time of day, the Queen tends to rather feel vulnerable and and weak. Through given consent, she tends to let her husband have his way with her if he so desires to. And today, he so desires her very much.

His usual place is to cum inside her, feeding off his need to breed heirs into his Queen, though today he wanted to see her painted with bits of him all over. He pulled out, eliciting a whimper from his wife below him. With a low groan, he came all over her supple chest. His wife shivered from excitement to be covered in her husband's love as it was quite rare.

Feeling rather dazed from the sleep that's still evident in his eyes, he mindlessly swirled the cum around her nipples. He collected some cum onto his middle and ring finger, same finger that held his wedding ring, and found her aching hole that remained unsatisfied. His wife softly began grinding, wanting more friction. He swooped his down and circled his tongue around one of her nipples. Tasting himself in the process, but the idea and action of it made them both moan from pleasure. He lapped more of his cum on her chest, sucking as if he was feeding. This alone caused his wife to reach her first high for the day.

For now, they both knew they had to attend to their daily responsibilities.

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Hello hello, it's been A WHILE! Who knows if I'll be consistent but VS Def inspired me to write a few pieces. I mean come on, some of these guys are just so adorable yet manly! 😍 not entirely sure if I'll take requests as I didn't finish some last time. BUT I do know there's a lack of Vinland writers on here, SO if my inbox or this gets enough people asking for requests, I'll open it up :)

[rukia-writes]

Can i please PLEASE HAVE a king Canute x reader nsfw when the reader was waiting for him by his side all these years to become a king and when he finally does so he repays her good (ya know what i mean)💓

Canute x (fem) reader

A/N: I know what you mean ♥️

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, Sex, lots and lots of sex, rough kink, power kink, oral sex, blow jobs, cum.

In the year 1018 Canute had become King of England.

It had been many years of hardships for the king and the road would only get tougher from here on out. One night Canute and his advisor Gunnar were going over who should be rewarded for their efforts of getting him to throne, (Name)’s name came up.

“What sort of reward would you like to give (Name) for her services? Rather, how much?”

“(Name)? Oh, I’ve picked out her reward. Who else is on the list.”

Canute merely waved his hand, a signal to move on, Gunnar happily did so and the rest of the night Canute made sure to reward those who he deemed worthy. The high king even stopped by (Name)’s bed chambers to make sure she got her reward for being there for him, while it was rather late for his visit (Name) didn’t turn the king down, rather her king.

(Name) had waited for him years to become king and was always by his side all those years, Canute was no fool and knew this very well and like any good king he wanted to make sure a loyal follower was taken care of. Of course with her permission the king of England made her feel loved and wanted.

Canute started slow for his first night with (Name), taking care of her nipples with hands and mouth while his thick and well endowed cock was rather deep inside her as she laid on her back with Canute ontop. Kissing her neck, the side of her neck as well, with tender kisses as he moved slowly in and out of her wet cunt. Rolling his hips slowly making her moans drag out and her legs that were wrapped his waist became tighter as her toes curled.

There was no need to rush and Canute planned to take things slow but he also made things passionate. Thoughtful as he massaged her breasts gently all the while keeping up his satisfying pace inside his beloved’s cunt and when he had made his beloved reach her sweet climax he took it all in as he enjoyed how her face weighed in pleasure describing it as heavenly sight while releasing all of his cum inside her.

Ah, but that was the first reward.

Canute had more in store for his sweet (Name) as the next day had her on his desk in his studies pleasuring with his tongue, of course he had other important things to do as a king. But to him this was just as important as he had a tight grip on her thighs and his tongue licked inside her with precision and feverently. The study room was filled with her moans and whimpers, saying his name over and over which only made Canute please her more. Sometimes, the king of England would flick his tongue rather making (Name) whimper his name a loud and then he would switch to licking slowly teasing her making her beg for more.

Canute was a generous king.

All throughout, the week Canute rewarded (Name) many times. Sometimes, it was rather fast as he had other things to do and other times he took his time leaving not a single part of her body untouched.

One day, early in the morning just as the servants were getting everything ready for the day (Name) was currently in the throne room on her hands and knees giving the king of England an amazing blow job as he sat on his throne with his head tilted back and his hands roaming thru her hair, his breathing rugged and his cock was already leaking cum.

Canute wanted to reward (Name) again, instead she wanted her reward to be able to suck off the king of England that morning, feeling like that would be reward enough. Not one for arguing and since that was what (Name) wanted Canute didn’t deny her, but he felt a little bad as he was throughly enjoying the way her tongue flickered on the slit of his cock, the way she would kiss the head and side of his cock making it twitch, and the way her hands gently massaged his balls.

Canute was perfect in size in both width and length.

(Name) was familiar with it as she the two had been intimate all that week, and so when she heard Canute give out compliment after compliment it was a reward she loved the most. A knock came to the door and a servant girl sweetly asked if Canute wanted his breakfast, luckily the door was locked but (Name) pulled away yet still gently massaging Canute’s with her hands and then made a very sly comment, “I’m having my breakfast, you should have yours.” Canute felt his heart aflame as a moan left his lips as he felt (Name) go back to pleasuring his cock.

Quietly mentioning, “Does it taste good?” Canute heard (Name) answer with, “Mhmm” as she still had her lips around Canute’s cock making it twitch once more as her the soft vibrations of her answer pleased his cock and made Canute think to himself he should have become king sooner. Another came to the door and yet Canute ignored it as he pushed on the back of (Name)’s head making take all of his cock as it kissed her throat and then pulling on her hair to come up and this repeated until Canute reached his climax as all of his cum slid down (Name)’s throat making her swallow it all.

The words, “Good girl.” Repeatedly left Canute as he gently stroked the top of her head as he regained his breath and his face was a bit red. Canute didn’t know why but he offered to give (Name) some land with a castle, perhaps it was the amazing blow job and maybe love as well. But he offered to do so as he kept stroking her head only for (Name) to kiss his cock that was still out and leaking a bit of cum which (Name) licked up later, and mentioning that she didn’t want a castle or land.

(Name) only requested to be by Canute’s side and to be in his bed that night. Canute happily agreed as he would never turn his beloved (Name) away.

❣️Rukia-Writes❣️

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VIKINGS VALHALLA requests open!!!

[sloppyzengarden]

This is so delicately written, it just makes you calm and yet need more. Especially more Canute😌💕

A Quiet Interlude

Summary: After the death of Queen Ælfgifu, you become King Canute’s new wife.  

Pairing: King Canute x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. (AU, sexual content, angst and slightly dubious consent since this is an arranged marriage.) 

Word Count: 1.2K

Notes: This is for @machineheartbeat​ who asked for King Canute with a sweet/shy reader. 

It’s deserted in the chapel, offering you the peace and silence you’ve been seeking all day. The stone floor is cold and hard beneath your knees but it’s the only place you can come to be alone without prying eyes and expectations. Since Canute took you as his queen, you cannot escape the anxiety and dread that’s gathered under your skin. You were the third daughter of a minor Jarl, hardly meant for such greatness and yet you somehow managed to catch the king’s eye after the death of Queen Ælfgifu. 

What should have been a simple life in the hall of your father has evaporated overnight and you now spend your days surrounded by strangers and women who want your place. The man who shares your bed is a stranger, kind but distant, focused on expanding his empire. You only had three weeks together before he was called away to put down a rebellion in the south. That was over two months ago and you’d been left to navigate ruling his kingdom without him. 

God give me strength, you pray, hands clasped tightly together. Make me a worthy queen.

Behind you, the wooden doors to the chapel groan, and the torchlight flickers with a gust of wind. One of the many servants shuffles towards you, head bowed. 

“Your highness, the king has returned. He requests your presence.”

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[tisthekatseason]

serious question, is the term Thornute official?

[bumblesimagines]

Under The Moonlight

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

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Carefully setting the body down on the boat, (Y/N) reached out to delicately place his hand over Skarde's cold cheek. The bodies had turned a sickly white with cracked lips and darkening nails. They no longer had soft, warm skin kissed by the sun from all their days working outside. (Y/N)'s teeth dug down onto his bottom lip, sharply inhaling and tearing his eyes away before the tears could overwhelm him again. His brother looked at him sadly and he picked up their friends' weapons before stepping closer to the boat. Leif held onto them, staring down at the corpses. His jaw tensed and relaxed, eyes looking over each detail of their faces, details he hadn't noticed prior. Details he should've noticed before their hearts were pieced and their lungs filled with water. 

"Leif..." (Y/N) called out softly and Leif cleared his throat, blinking a few times and setting the weapons down at the sides of the bodies. (Y/N) picked up the grass Leif had cut down moments prior and began setting them over the bodies, covering them and ensuring they wouldn't fall off the boat. Leif retrieved a torch next, lighting it and setting it on the boat before pushing it further into the river.

"Goodbye, my friends... You've come so far for us." Leif muttered. Dark smoke began to rise rapidly into the air as flames engulfed the small boat.

"May you sleep in the embrace of Ran and be reunited with your departed loved ones." (Y/N) recited faintly, words he had been taught as a child. Words he never expected to utter for his dear friends. "We'll miss you and look forward to seeing you again... in Valhalla." 

Leif breathed in the cold air and gazed upon the burning boat, an arm reaching out to wrap around (Y/N)'s shoulders. "We must continue on... For the dead and for the living." He whispered comfortingly. 

"Liv needs you." (Y/N) cleared his throat, offering Leif a small smile and turning to trudge out of the water. Leif followed him shortly after and they made their way back to camp. Leif broke away from his brother to enter the healers' tent to check on Liv. She'd been speedily recovering from her injury and the healers had predicted she'd be up and walking in the coming days. With that in mind, (Y/N) headed toward their tent, head immediately turning toward the horse Harald had gifted him. She grazed on the grass around her, her long dark tail occasionally raising and brushing against her sides to swat away at buzzing insects.

"Skarde wanted to name you, didn't he?" (Y/N) hummed, wrapping his hands around her reins and looking into her dark brown eyes. She huffed softly at him and leaned her head towards him, snout rubbing against his chest as she sniffed and nipped at his clothes. (Y/N) chuckled at her curious nature and ran his hand over the white marking on her head. His eyes trailed down to her neck and then to her belly, noticing it'd grown in size over the course of a week. His lips quirked and he breathed another chuckle. "Seems like you'll be expecting a little one soon, love." He murmured gently, watching her drop her head down to the grass once more after losing interest in his clothes. 

"(Y/N) Eriksson?" Looking over his shoulder, (Y/N) eyed the three men staring at him. 

"What do you want?" He asked, voice coming off more coldly than intended. But if it bothered the men, they didn't show it.

"Come with us, it's an order."

"From who?"

"King Canute." The man narrowed his eyes, his thining patience apparent. Grinding his teeth together, (Y/N) released the reins on his horse and stepped toward them, hand coming to rest on the hilt of his dagger. The man who spoke led them through the camp, stopping briefly to enter the healers' tent and drag out Leif. His brother glared at the man, annoyance shifting to confusion when he spotted his brother.

"What is this about?"

"I know as much as you." (Y/N) responded with a sigh.

They were led to the entrance of the castle, past the moat and the tall walls meant to protect it. The castle appeared larger in person but still, it remained a prison in appearance. Within the walls, however, different colors added vibrancy to the castle in the form of paintings, vases, curtains, and rugs. Torches were lined up on the walls to provide light in places the windows didn't. The armor-clad Vikings looked wildly out of place in comparison to everything else with their chainmail and weapons. The brothers were taken into a large hall with three long tables in the center and a lone table towards the front where Harald, Jarl Olaf, King Edmund, and a man from Mercia sat at. The tables were lined with food and drinks that were quickly grabbed and taken by Vikings as they began to settle in. When the men turned, they were pointed toward the lone table. 

"The feast?" (Y/N) heard Leif ask as they approached the table but his eyes were trained on the necklace around Harald's neck being proudly displayed. The bear tooth. He sat down beside Leif, tearing his eyes away as a smile tugged at his lips and a fluttery feeling entered his stomach. But when he lifted his eyes and made eye contact with Jarl Olaf, his smile shifted into a frown and he scoffed. Jarl Olaf rolled his eyes at his reaction, muttering quietly under his breath. Cups of wine and empty plates were set down in front of the brothers but neither made any move to grab food or drink.

"Friends! We have won a great victory!" King Canute's voice echoed through the hall and he lifted a cup of ale, walking down between two of the tables. "Saint Brice's Day and the blood spilled of our kinfolk has been avenged!" Loud cheering erupted from the Vikings and they drummed their hands against the table. King Canute set his cup down and licked his lips, approaching the table the others were sitting at.

"And for you who have so faithfully supported me in this sacred mission, your payment has come." King Canute grinned widely, resting his hands on the top of a chair. The doors beside them opened and many men and women stepped out with chests of gold and coin. But despite the prospect of gold, none of the men sat at the table apart from Jarl Olaf looked thrilled. Harald glared holes at King Edmund and in turn, the young king avoided looking in his direction. The man from Mercia seemed annoyed and Leif still appeared confused. The wine had begun looking awfully tempting to (Y/N), especially as all eyes in the room turned to them.

"But let us not be ungenerous in victory. Young King Edmund was entitled to defend his father's honor and he did so with courage. Let us toast to his bravery." King Canute spoke again and the silence that followed couldn't have been louder. Reaching across, (Y/N) picked up his cup and leaned back, finally getting a closer look at the boy who sat across from him.

King Edmund looked like no king at all. He had a boyish face with short brown hair and bright eyes that darted around at any sudden movement. His figure appeared small compared to King Canute and while he tried to appear calm, the nervous fidgeting of his hands and the anxious bounce of his knee spoke for him. He remained clad in brown armor, a smart move considering the stares he had been receiving throughout the feast. Nevertheless, a child or not, he had attempted to defend his home and for that, (Y/N) drank from his wine in toast to him. 

"More importantly, let us recognize one whose battle plan almost defeated us all." King Canute continued and turned toward the doors, nodding to the men standing by them. They opened the doors and a woman called in, head held high and face stoic of emotion. "Queen Emma of Normandy."

Queen Emma was a tall and slender young woman with long brown hair pulled back into a bun and cold almost gray-looking eyes. She wore a black dress that covered most of her neck, a golden crown, and long earrings that brushed against her shoulders when she walked. Her presence alone demanded attention and respect. If King Canute's words were true, it meant Queen Emma was strategic and intelligent, but nothing else could've been expected from a Norman. Viking blood flowed through her veins.

(Y/N) couldn't help but notice the angered look Jarl Olaf gave Harald, a look the young prince returned with an equal amount of fury and betrayal. Queen Emma didn't appear affected by their presence as she took King Canute's hand and allowed him to lead her to the empty seat beside (Y/N). She regarded the Greenlander with a small nod before softly thanking King Canute. She leaned back in her seat and rested both her arms on the armrests, looking forward at the man from Mercia, the same kingdom that had turned its backs on London. He icily stared back at her.

"Before I honor my warlords with these spoils, there are some debts that must be settled. I ask you: what would you call a man who would put brotherhood before obedience to a king?" King Canute asked, circling the table and stopping across the brothers. "We would call him... a Greenlander! This is a man who dreamed of pulling down London Bridge. And he couldn't have done it without the support of his brother. Leif Eriksson, (Y/N) Eriksson.." King Canute eagerly encouraged them to rise as cheers erupted through the hall. "Your sister's debt is paid in full. What more would you ask of me? What lands? What spoils of war?" 

Relief washed over (Y/N) like a tidal wave. Freydis's life and freedom no longer hung over them. Meeting his brother's eyes, (Y/N) lightly shook his head so Leif turned back to King Canute and smiled thankfully. "We got what we came here for."

"Yes, you did. And more. May their names never be forgotten amongst our people... or thought of again as someone's sons." King Canute raised his brows at Leif and Leif's shoulders lowered, letting out a breath that he'd been holding in for years. (Y/N) sat back down in his seat, picking up his cup as he leaned back in his chair. King Canute's words played over and over in his head and he stared at his brother questioningly.

Moving onto the man beside them, King Canute stood beside the prince. "And Harald Sigurdsson. Leif's brave brother-in-arms who promised me victory, and delivered. My gratitude is worth more than gold."

"More than gold? Did you all hear that?" Harald called out playfully, earning laughter from the other Vikings. Tilting his head up to look at his friend, his smile faltered considerably and he spoke lowly. "I'll hold you to it." King Canute smirked at his words and nodded.

"And another debt," King Canute lifted his head, staring directly at the stranger sitting at their table. "Our honored guest from the North, the Ealdorman of Mercia, Eadric Streona, who will always have my gratitude for holding back his army. Although, I think he would prefer something more than gratitude. Speak, Eadric Streona." 

Eadric Streona was a tall muscular man clad in brown and gold, the colors of the Mercia flag. With long brown hair reaching down to his shoulders and piercing blue-green eyes, he had a youthful face and a scruffy beard. The way he had spent the feast studying each and every face at the table told (Y/N) he valued people based on their worth to him, based on how they could help him. And seeing as he turned his back on his allies, he was not a trustworthy individual. 

Eadric rose from his seat, flashing one forced smile before clasping his hands in front of him and looking around the table briefly. Addressing King Canute, he spoke with a deep voice. "Thank you, King Canute. What I ask of you is also my gift to you. When you and your great warriors return to Scandinavia, you will need an ally in these lands you can depend on for support. A ruler you can count on."

"Are you suggesting this role for yourself, Eadric Streona?" King Canute questioned with raised brows, a hint of mockery in his voice that Eadric failed to pick up on.

"I am." Eadric nodded, dropping his gaze onto Queen Emma before moving onto King Edmund. "You'd do worse than have a strong friend at your back, as opposed to an impetuous boy."

"Hmm... This... This is a gift. It is good to listen to a man who knows his own mind and has the courage to speak it." King Canute nodded and Eadric bowed his head before sitting back down. King Canute turned his gaze onto the last man right across from him. 

"And Jarl Olaf, bravest of the brave." Jarl Olaf had been quick to hop to his feet and bask in the praise. "Whose mighty ships rowed against the tides and pulled down the great bridge. Smile for once." King Canute chuckled. "We've had our differences, but tonight we are brothers in victory, and-" Retrieving one of the many chests, King Canute approached the stocky man and set it in his arms. "-no gift is too great for such a brother and friend." 

"See, this feast is not about old quarrels, but new beginnings!" King Canute paused briefly as Jarl Olaf went through the contents of the chest. Gold cups, gold jewelry, just about everything in gold. "But new beginnings cannot happen with a traitor in our midst." The doors swung open and one of his men rolled in a tree trunk. Perfect height and size to take someone's head clean off. Tensions rose as everyone stiffened and straightened up, sobering up within seconds as King Canute observed everyone. He turned and stopped the trunk from rolling too far with his foot, taking his axe. Turning back to the table, he smirked and began circling it.

"A person that brings with them the stench of betrayal and threat. Here, in the very room where Æthelred turned against his Viking ally, there is once more an oathbreaker among us. I can smell their ambition. I can smell... disloyalty. I can smell..." King Canute stopped in between Leif and Harald, staring daggers at Eadric. "Their greed." He hissed and Eadric was quickly surrounded and hurled out of his chair by King Canute's men.

"Stop! Stop! My men will kill you for this!" Eadric shouted frantically, squirming in a desperate attempt to break free.

"Your men are dead, and your army is surrounded."

"Why? Why are you doing this?" His arms and legs were held down and one Viking grabbed a handful of his hair, pinning his head firmly against the trunk. King Canute stepped toward him, placing the blade of his axe against the man's throat.

"Because, it is I, Eadric Streona, not you, who will be the next King of England!" Eadric only had seconds to scream before King Canute brought his axe down on him, slicing his head off his body. Jarl Olaf and Harald turned away as Eadrics head was raised for all to see but Queen Emma watched, her chest quickly rising and falling although her face emotionless. Couldn't be a proper Viking feast without bloodshed. (Y/N) grimaced at the sight and finished his wine in one big gulp.

"Did you say you intend to claim the throne of England?" Jarl Olaf questioned, a frown spreading across his lips.

"I did. And I will rule jointly with King Edmund." King Canute nodded, still holding his bloodied axe. Leaning forward, he stared Jarl Olaf down. "Is that a problem?"

"Yes." Jarl Olaf answered simply, rising from his seat and setting the chest down with a thud. "You just made raiding England that much harder." Jarl Olaf laughed heartily and picked up his cup, raising it up in the air. "To Canute! The first Viking King of England! An accomplishment not even Ragnor Lothbrok or Ivar the Boneless could claim!" 

Raising his axe in the air, King Canute nodded triumphantly as cheers and chants echoed through the hall. "Now, we feast!" He bellowed and stepped back, making a point of resting his axe against King Edmund's chair and taking his seat between the two royals. Leif softly cleared his throat and straightened up, getting some food for himself. (Y/N) did similarly, noticing Jarl Olaf leaning over and angrily whispering to Harald while trying to subtly motion to Queen Emma. Brotherly disputes. (Y/N) wondered if they were common with a brother like Jarl Olaf. 

"I must check on Liv after this," Leif said quietly, cutting the turkey meat and eating. 

"You should bring her food, just in case." (Y/N) leaned back in his seat, rolling the fork between his thumb and index finger. He stared at his brother, eventually drawing his attention.

"What?"

"Do you love her?" 

"What-"

"Liv," (Y/N) clarified, pushing himself up in his seat and leaning against the armrest. "Do you love Liv? You have not been able to sleep properly since she was hurt." 

"I..." Leif closed his mouth and sighed, eyes falling down onto the table. "I-I don't know. Maybe." 

"She'd be good for you." (Y/N) smiled. With Leif's attention constantly on his family, it was rare for him to form romantic connections with others. (Y/N) would be a fool to discourage him. "You deserve a good woman by your side." 

"And what about you?"

"Me?" (Y/N)'s brows furrowed. "What about me?"

"The necklace." Leif dropped his voice into a soft whisper, blue eyes flickering around the room in search of any nosy listeners. But everyone at the table appeared busy with conversation. "You've gotten closer to Harald, have you not? Does this mean you-"

"It means nothing, Leif. I am... making a friend. Nothing else." Leif's eyes flickered back to his and he tilted his head, a strand of wavy hair falling over his face. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. He's just a friend." (Y/N) affirmed, and with one last look, Leif returned to his meal.

After having their share of food and drinks, Leif did as he said he would and left to check on Liv. (Y/N) chose to linger and explore the castle, looking over the paintings hung on the walls. He'd seen only one up close before so to see many in just one place... It was marvelous. The castle held so many things, primarily things of beauty. Having grown up in a cottage in the wilderness, (Y/N) hadn't even seen a castle in his youth, let alone be inside one. All the halls looked the same at first glance but they each held something new, something unique. (Y/N) eventually found himself on a balcony overlooking the marsh. The moon shone brightly in the night, its reflection sparkling in the water. 

"The stars look better from up here, don't you think?"

(Y/N) hummed and tilted his head back to look at them. "They do."

"They seem to shine brighter in Ringerike. You should come with me sometime." Harald offered but his attention hadn't been on the stars. No, it had fully and completely been on the Viking standing beside him. The Greenlander chuckled softly under his breath, shaking his head and looking at the prince.

"Is Ringerike so boring that all you have to offer are stars?" (Y/N) asked and tilted his head, a teasing twinkle in his eyes. Harald smirked lazily and stepped closer to him, lifting his hand to press it against (Y/N)'s lower back. A chill shot up (Y/N)'s spine and he tried to repress the shudder that followed. Harald's thumb began to run circles around the clothes covering his skin.

"We've got many things to offer... My bedroom among them." Harald spoke lowly and (Y/N) couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped him. His lungs seemed to squeeze out all the air from them and his skin warmed considerably when he noticed Harald inching closer and closer until his soft breath fanned against his face. (Y/N) swallowed, tongue darting out to wet his lips, an action that drew Harald's attention to them. The fluttery feeling from before returned when Harald pressed his lips against (Y/N).

Harald's kiss was oddly gentle for such a forward prince. He remained slow and sweet, testing how long (Y/N) would allow him in his space. But he couldn't help himself. A groan rumbled in his chest and Harald's arms snaked around (Y/N)'s, body pressing against his and pushing him toward the stone wall. Placing one hand on (Y/N)'s hip, he lightly dug his fingers into him while his other hand reached down to grab (Y/N)'s thigh and hoist it around his hip. The action drew a flustered noise from (Y/N) and he placed his hands on Harald's shoulders, tilting his head to break the kiss and catch his breath. The prince grunted softly and buried his face in (Y/N)'s neck, teeth brazenly dragging across his skin in search of more contact.

"You know there are women here... Who will gladly lay with you, Harald." (Y/N) panted softly, inhaling the smell of blood and wine clinging onto Harald. Of course, he had to kiss a Christian of all Vikings. A Christian with a royal title.

"I do not want them. I want you." Harald breathed and leaned back, lips brushing along (Y/N)'s jawline. "If you'll have me... If you want me." 

(Y/N) swallowed, fingers digging into the fabrics of Harald's shirt. His stomach twisted and turned with worry and want. Sleeping with a Christian man would surely put both their lives at risk. But for a single night, (Y/N) wanted to enjoy himself. And so he leaned in and whispered, "I do."

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Exhaustion clung onto him like wet clothes, making his eyelids heavy as consciousness crept up his body. His brows furrowed from the lack of noise around him. The camp had a tendency to be loud with the sound of carts moving, horses walking, and Vikings strolling about. How could it be so oddly quiet? It was then he noticed he felt awfully comfortable. The ground he slept on typically felt card and made his muscles groan with soreness. His pillow felt softer and squishier than usual as well. Cracking open his eyes, he squinted and blinked away the blurriness until his vision adjusted. He was in a... room? Within the castle, perhaps? A confused sigh escaped him and then...

He felt the bed shift underneath weight. 

Any exhaustion left escaped him in an instant and he snapped his head to his right, realization setting in when he saw the Viking beside him. "Harald..." He breathed his name and Harald hummed, smiling at him sleepily. The prince raised a hand to his face, clumsily rubbing at his eyes as he yawned. His hair had been freed from the braids and buns he typically kept it in and the endeavors of the night had turned it messy and wild. (Y/N)'s eyes trailed down from his hair to his exposed chest to the ink covering Harald's arm. He could see Harald's exposed hips out of the corner of his eye but chose to ignore it. Harald would become insufferable if he caught him looking. Harald propped himself up onto his elbow and leaned down toward him, peppering his shoulder with fleeting kisses as his beard gently scraped against his skin. "I stayed the night?"

"From the looks of it." Harald gazed at him with warm brown eyes that began to twinkle with mischief. Shifting closer, Harald moved his kisses up from his shoulder to his neck and onto his jaw. And with a cheeky grin, he nipped (Y/N) and reeled back before (Y/N) could swipe at him. "But we mustn't sleep in. We're headin' back to Kattegat today."

"Fuck-" (Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut. "Leif... He must be looking for me." Groaning, (Y/N) pressed his forearm against Harald's collarbone and promptly pushed him back. Tossing the blanket aside and rising from the bed, he quickly collected his clothes and slipped them back on. The bed creaked when Harald stood from it, watching (Y/N) as he collected his pants and put them back on. (Y/N) paused for a moment, eyes searching the room until he found his dagger set aside on a chair. Picking it up, he hoisted it back around his hips and sighed heavily, the events of the previous night beginning to catch up to him. 

"Hey-" Harald's arm shot forward when (Y/N) made a beeline toward the door, catching him by the forearm and tugging him close. His arms firmly slipped around his waist and his lips formed a small pout. "Where in God's name are you going in such a hurry?"

"I'm going to find my brother, Harald. I need to help him pack and check on Liv." (Y/N) answered, feeling Harald's muscle flex against his clothed body.

"They can wait, (Y/N)," Harald murmured and pressed his lips against the back of his neck. (Y/N) reached up, pressing the bottom of his palm against Harald's forehead and effectively shoving his head back. Harald huffed childishly, keeping one hand planted firmly on (Y/N)'s hip while the other rubbed his forehead. "Why are you so eager to leave?"

"Why do you want me to stay?"

"Why do you constantly answer a question with another question?" Harald tilted his head, small crinkles forming near his eyes as a wide smile spread across his face. Dropping his hand from his forehead, he turned (Y/N) around and pulled him closer.

"Because it is in my nature." (Y/N) shrugged, hands coming up to rest on Harald's shoulders. He didn't mind being in Harald's arms, he realized. Being held by strong yet gentle arms felt... nice. Comforting even.

"I like that about you."

"You like everything about Greenlanders." (Y/N) felt his lips quirk. "Even their sisters."

"Ah, this is about Freydis, aye?"

"I want to see my brother, Harald." (Y/N)'s eyes briefly shut, forcing the image of Freydis and Harald out of his mind.

"And I want to see you again," Harald admitted softly. (Y/N) felt his body stiffen at Harald's words and he opened his eyes to look into Harald's soft chocolate-colored one. Harald leaned in, kissing him once more before pulling away to speak. "Please, let me see you again." He pleaded gently.

"Why? You can have anyone you want, Harald. You're a prince."

"And I want you."

[wirtsclowning]

Late Night Meeting

caunte x gn! reader smut

minors and ageless blogs dni. you will be blocked

a/n: this took so long (mostly due to me procrastinating-) but it’s here! please enjoy! if you spy any mistake, feel free to notify me!

word count- 1.4k

cw: afab reader and oral (reader receiving)

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“ngh.. canute..” (name) gasped out, biting their lip as a means to stay quiet. their eyes staring between their legs, the said man’s hand rubs against their sex. a smirk creeped onto his face as he stared down at his companion, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. the man stood in front of them, their back leaning against the wall, his free hand placed beside their head.

“shh. you mustn’t make a noise, lest you want others to know of this ongoing affair.” his teasing voice rumbled against their ear. his hot breath tickling them, sending a short shiver down their spine. with how close they both are, (name) found themselves unconsciously buckling their hips against his hand. they nodded upon hearing his voice, firmly pressing their lips together- forming a thin line.

his fingers circled around where their clit would be, but seeing as how their clothes is blocking most of the stimulation, (name) became frustrated. their legs parted further apart, trying to give canute more access. the man, feeling this, gave a short chuckle before pulling his hand away.

“wha- why’d you do that?” they immediately asked, picking up their head to look back at the king.

“oh? how desperate you are.” the king’s hand traveled to the hem of their tunic, “don’t you worry. i don’t plan on edging you this time around.” with a swift movement, his hand went underneath the tunic, passing over their trousers and undergarment and found its way to their heat. his fingers immediately resumed their movements, circling around their clit sensually. their mouth gaped in a silent gasp, their eyes looking at where canute’s hand is.

“you fox.” they giggled out before letting out a soft moan, feeling the man’s fingers speeding up his pace.

he clicked his tongue, “that’s no way to speak towards your king.” he played along with their teasing, his head lowering down to their neck. his hot breath brushing up against their neck as they tilted their head upwards. the man’s lips latched itself onto them, his teeth biting lightly before letting his tongue slip out.

(name)’s spine experienced another shiver, this time their hips pushing itself upwards towards the man’s fingers. with that, he slides his fingers down their folds, their arousal soaking onto his fingers. expertly, his middle and ring finger entered their opening, stretching them. their hips grind further down onto his fingers, placing one of their hands on his shoulder as they sink their teeth onto their lip.

“fuck, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” they cursed, the blond biting their neck in response. a meek whimper slipped out as he used his thumb to stimulate their clit. their hand squeezed the man’s shoulder, their nails digging into his tunic.

“it’s not every day we get to meet like this,” he verbally responded after pulling away from their neck, where a purple-ish dark discoloration would later appear. his fingers continue their movement- thrusting inside and out of them, his thumb rubbing sensationally against their clit. the man eyes the expression on his companion, their attempts to keep quiet sent a hot sensation down his core, “i’ll relish this for as long as i can.”

pulling his fingers out of them, canute cleaned his fingers while giving a hum, “take your trousers off. if you make too much noise, i’ll have to stop.”

they complied, their mind fogged with need. hastily, they pulled down both their trousers and undergarment. canute knelt down, grabbing a hold of (name)’s hips with one hand while his other pushed up the hem of their tunic to expose them. before being able to get a word in, the man dipped his face towards their sex.

“mmph..!” a soft surprised yelp slipped past their lips, feeling the flat his tongue swiping over their clit. their hand going down to grab a hold of their tunic, letting canute’s hand go free. in response, he pulled one of their legs to rest on top of his shoulder, now giving him more access. his tongue pushed itself forward to go over their folds, his tongue enveloped their sex before retreating back to their clit. wrapping his lips around their bud, giving it a gentle suck before twirling his tongue around it.

“fuc- shit…” (name) clenched their teeth, their hips slowly grinding up against his lips. he continued to twirl his tongue, now simultaneously sucking on their clit. his free hand moved down to their folds, rubbing up against their entrance. seemingly satisfied, the man let go of his hold of their clit, creating a soft wet popping noise once he did so. he thrusted up his fingers once again, a whine calling out to him.

not giving them a verbal response, instead he blew cold air to their bud, curling his fingers inside of them. they clenched their thighs, a surprised gasp followed by a playful smile curled upwards onto their lips. his tongue sneaked back out, rolling their clit around with his tongue. his fingers thrusted themselves in and out, (name)’s arousal slowly dripping down his hands and dripping onto the floor. the wet erotic noise drove both of them to fall deeper into lust.

letting out a pathetic whimper, they felt him remove his fingers once again. they shot him a desperate glare, receiving a teasing smirk back at them. he then immediately lifted up their thigh further upwards before letting himself go further between their thighs. his tongue instantly made itself known once it found its rightful place in their entrance.

letting go of their tunic, they hurriedly placed their hand on caunte’s hair. they gripped his hair, sensually entangling their fingers through his blond hair. they tugged at him slightly, pushing his face further between them letting out a hushed moan when the man groaned onto them. the feeling of his nose nudging their clit as he shifted his face sent a shiver down their legs, trembling once his tongue was shoved inside their warmth.

“shit… canute i’m so fucking close,” they whimpered out, their hand tugging on his hair. their hips buckled onto his face, his nose rubbing against their sensitive bud. they bit their lip as they feel themselves on the edge of releasing. sweet bliss on the edge of the corner.

they shut their eyes closed, biting their lip as their back curled inwards- driving caunte’s head further onto them. the man changed his head position to focus on their clit before sucking on it eagerly, his tongue giving more stimulation as it massaged their clit.

with a final swept of his tongue, (name) came undone. despite their efforts to stay silent, breathy moans managed their way out of their bruised lips. they clinched their jaw as they came, their hand on their companion’s hair remained as they pulled on it weakly.

before they both could fall deeper into the rabbit hole of lust, they were alerted of knocking echoing across the room. a small curse left (name)’s lips, their eyes meeting canute’s- a wave of annoyance radiating off of them. canute pulled himself away from them, motioning for them to make themselves presentable and cleaned their arousal off of his face. hastily, they pushed themselves off the wall and dressed themselves, adjusting their tunic in place just in time for their companion to order the person behind the door to come in. (name) huffed in annoyance as they caught a glimpse of the person behind the door, the king’s royal advisor.

“yes, gunnar? to what do i owe the pleasure.” the king asked dryly. his legs carried him to the throne like chair at the center of the table in the middle of the room, plopping down- crossing his legs.

stepping forward, the advisor clasped his hands together, “i apologize for the intrusion, your majesty. however, i had just received news of the happenings in jomsborg. i believe this would be better discussed in… private…” the man gave a wary glance at (name), in turn , they rolled their eyes.

the king huffed out in amusement before turning his head to them, “you’re dismissed. i do expect for our discussion to resume later on. would be an awful shame to have it end so abruptly.”

a thrilled feeling blossomed inside them, they clenched their fist in anticipation before using one of their hands to place upon their chest and bow, “i look forward to it, sire.” with that, they hurriedly walked out of the room, but not without exchanging an annoyed glare with the advisor.

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Me when I finished vikings valhalla the day it came out and didn't see a flood of fanfics out yet

[doppopoppo]

Embarrassing Moment

TS!Canute x F!Reader

Warnings: minor implication of the deed

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Once she finished drinking, Canute grabbed her water bottle.

"Do be careful, dear. My saliva mightve gotten on the rim." She told her husband.

"Your salivas not the only bodily fluid that's been in my mouth." The lewd statement sounded unnatural paired with the soft smile on his lips. He continued softly, "nothing to worry about, my queen." Cnute reassured.

Y/N, along with all the maids, furiously blushed.

"CANUTE!" she lightly smacked Canute's arm.

"Hahaha, my dear. I'm sure they've heard it all." He smirked.

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Hi! Just something for the VS series. I'm almost done with requests and will upload them soon 💜

[rukia-writes]

You dropped this queen 👑

You know what I think would be cute? Snowball fight with young Canute. Maybe he found a new friend with reader and they are traveling with askladd group, they settled down for the night. Reader throws a snowball at Canute head. What will he do? What will the man do?

Yeah, it’s very cute and soft, a bit of joy in the middle of the storm that he’s in that moment is a good thing. I’ve written a scenario, I hope you like it. Enjoy! 💕

CANUTE

It’s cold here, a mantle of snow and ice cover the little village when you and the gang settle down. The ambient is nice, because they don’t need kill and rob the village, they’re well received, in fact, some kids speaking with the prince and you when you’re going for a walk. The moon isn’t a full piece but she lights a bit the village and your stomach rumbles starving, there’s still a while to dinner, you saw Ragnar enters in a kitchen with the arms covered of foodstuff.

Your caress the immaculate snow with the end of your fingers, so, an idea appears in your mind. With a half-smile, you collect a good amount of snow in your hand, you make a sphere, carefully, without being rude. And you throw it at the royalty head of Canute. The silence covered the village, the kid looks you very surprised and scared; you don’t erase your smile, you can listen a soft laugh of Thorfinn (he always accompany Canute, because he’s his guard).

But, before you can start to laugh, a snowball crush against your face and taste the snow. Catch you so off of guard that you stumble with an ice plate and you fall in the snow, now you’re soaked at the bone, but you can’t avoid laugh very loud. Canute, Thorfinn and the little boy accompany you, and with a war scream of Canute start a War Snowballs. You try to stand up but a snowball crash your chest and makes that you fall again. You raise your head and find the glance of Thorfinn and his smile. Although, another snowball hits the head of the bodyguard.

Later a few minutes of war, the team are made, you’re with Thorfinn and you don’t have mercy with Canute and the little boy. When you want realize about it, all of you are soak of water and snow, and Ragnar is calling the three of you to dinner.

When you arrive at the doorstep of the cabin, Ragnar looks all of you surprised but a bit proud of Canute makes friends. So, the man gives you new clothes and serves the hot dinner.

Ari 🍂

[lordavanti]

Alliances

Harald x Reader Summary: You are the younger sister of Emma and get wrapped up in the war against the Vikings. During their victory and your imprisonment, you get to know Harald. And from one thing comes another. Words: 2050

You had heard stories of Ivar the Boneless, how he was always three steps ahead of these Englishmen. You had heard stories of Ragnar Lothbrok and his devious plans in the raid against Paris. You had heard so many stories about these Vikings that you didn’t believe this one would be any different. They said these Vikings didn’t stand a chance in taking London. Yet, as you watched over the wall towards London Bridge you knew they would have a plan. A plan your young new king wouldn’t see coming. Maybe it was an instinct you shared in sharing that same kind of blood. Maybe you just had paid attention. Your eyes went aside to your sister, Emma, Queen of Normandie as she watched that same bridge. ‘It won’t be that easy.’ You said. She looked towards you, shaking her head. ‘That power is out of our hands' sister. It is up to the king to learn from his mistakes.’ She said with an encouraging smile. Your eyes went back to the swamps behind the bridge, troubled maybe. Emma noticed that and she took your hand in hers. ‘Know that we have power too, I know these men, if they invade London we will be one of the few to survive.’ She reassured you. ‘How are you so sure?’ ‘Because we are women, powerful women, men need that. I’ll make sure you and my sons are safe.’ She shortly touched your face. There was no doubt in her eyes, not even fear. Emma knew what she was doing and there was not a single person in the world you trusted more than her.

And she was right. You were right. London Bridge fell under one of their wicked plans. The king got captured due to his arrogance and those Vikings invaded London like some sickness spread through a land. They separated you from your sister, they separated your sister from her sons. There was only one Viking that stepped into your room, Olaf. Emma had told you about him, how he had been an advisor once before, how he was greedy for money and power. ‘You must be Queen Emma’s sister.’ He said with a look that searched all over you. Your only response to that was to lift your chin. ‘You have her attitude.’ he chuckled with a pointing finger. ‘What is it that you want?’ You asked him. You know what he wanted, Emma had warned you about it. ‘The late king's treasure.’ ‘You should be asking my sister that.’ You noticed. Olaf stepped closer and you held on to keep straight in his eyes. ‘You’ll be good leverage.’ He smiled before stepping away and leaving you in the room again. Your fingers relaxed around the black dress you were wearing. You breathed out while you watched the closed door. Somebody else should be coming, only then you could guarantee the safety of both your sister and her sons. But not with Olaf, not while he held you both all to himself.

Two days. You were standing before the window, watching down to a courtyard with slaughtered people they dragged away when that door opened again. But it wasn’t Olaf standing there, it was somebody else. A younger man, more handsome than the one before. ‘Who are you?’ You asked him with a certain attitude. The man smiled shortly, stepping into the room. He looked completely at ease with the situation. ‘I’m Harald Sigurdsson, I’m here to bring you to safety.’ He nodded. It was an almost respected nod and for some reason that threw you off balance. You folded your hands before your body, taking a step away from the window. ‘I’m perfectly safe here.’ You gestured to the room. ‘You are not safe with Olaf.’ He pointed out. Now you smiled, a light amused smile. ‘And I’m safe with you?’ You asked him in return. Harald did not move, he only crossed his arms before his chest while watching you. ‘I was ordered to find you and your sister and bring you to King Canute.’ He explained. For a moment you looked past him into the hallway. When you looked back you stepped closer to him, lifting your chin a little. ‘I can’t trust you unless you bring my sister here and she tells me to follow you.’ You said determinedly. He smiled. For a moment he only watched you, nodding as she stepped into the hallway. He gestured to somebody and it didn’t take long for your sister to appear in the doorway. ‘You’re okay.’ You breathed out as you embraced her in relief. She cupped your face. ‘Olaf has my sons, win their trust, show them your best side and we can get out of this unharmed.’ She whispered with a short nod. You nodded, pulling back out of her embrace as your eyes shifted to the stranger. ‘I’ll trust you now.’ You nodded to him.

Both you and Emma had a goal. She pointed all of her attention on King Canute while you focused on what seemed to be the prince of Norway. And it seemed there was some good about these Vikings. Canute tracked down your sister's children while Harald gave you the space and privacy. It were simply conversations you had with him but something about the simplicity about it made you curious. You stood before a large mirror as one of your servants was tying the ribbons in the back of your dress together when a knock sounded. ‘Come in.’ You said. You looked through the mirror towards the door, finding Harald standing there. You looked over your shoulder and nodded to your servant. She left your side and the room. ‘Prince Harald, what can I do for you?’ You asked him neutrally while gazing back towards your own reflection. ‘I’m simply checking if you have everything you need.’ He said. Your eyes went back towards him through the mirror as he walked closer to you. ‘Allow me?’ He asked while looking down at your dress that wasn’t entirely closed yet. For a moment you just looked at one another before you nodded. He lifted his hands and you kept your breath as his fingers touched your naked skin while pulling the ribbons closer. Hands that were made to murder and here they were, so carefully tying together your dress. You kept your eyes on the mirror, watching him. ‘Thank you for keeping my family safe.’ You said. He looked up from the ribbons as he took your braid and laid it back in place. You turned around to him. ‘I admire your relationship with your sister, you’re both so strong-headed, so damn beautiful.’ You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down to your hands for a moment. ‘Don’t you have a family?’ You asked him in return. He chuckled, shaking his head as he took a step back from you. ‘Not like yours.’ He just said. For a moment you just looked at one another again. ‘Will you join me for dinner?’ He asked. You lifted your chin again, giving him a short smile before you stepped over to him, laying your hand on his arm. He walked you out of your room and for the first time you felt powerful. Not because your sister was there to support you but because of him. Maybe he was the first man you really learned to trust, that you wanted to trust. And it made you feel powerful, because he was the prince of Norway, and you were entitled to so much more too. 

This dinner included a grand speech from king Canute. It included the death of Eadric Streona. It included glances and gold. And you couldn’t relax for as long as Canute was talking. Your eyes went from your sister towards Harald who gave you a reassuring nod. Nothing would happen to you. That was what your sister had said, that was what Harald had said. You had to believe them, you had to trust them. And they were right. As soon as Canute sat down the dinner started. Wine floated, and conversations were made. You kept yourself a little in the background, following the conversations your sister had while throwing glances at Harald. And more than often you found him looking back. It created something in between you, something your sister noticed. When you left the table to leave for your room your sister got up as well. In a matter of seconds, King Canute and the others followed in getting up. Emma walked over to you, and shortly looked over to Harald before she pointed her attention back to you. ‘You make me proud.’ She smiled. Your eyes went towards Harald. ‘I think he is a good man.’ You whispered before looking back at her. Emma smiled as she lightly stroked your cheek. ‘Trust your instincts, they are never wrong.’ She advised me before stepping back. And as she did Harald stepped forward. ‘I’ll bring you back to your room.’ He gestured towards the door. Your eyes went back to your sister and there was just that playfulness in her smile as she watched the both of you leave the room.

There was silence the entire walk to your room. And when you arrived and opened the door Harald stopped in the doorpost. ‘I wish you a good night Y/n.’ He said. You turned around, watching him make some neat bow that almost made you giggle. But you couldn’t because you didn’t want to laugh, you wanted him to stay. ‘Prince Harald,’ you stopped him in his turn back to the hallway. He turned back, giving you a questioning look. ‘do Vikings often just take what they want?’ You asked him curiously while walking back to the doorway. His eyes went over you while he processed the question. ‘Some do yes,’ he paused, tilting his head. ‘most do.’ He seemed puzzled while he figured out where this question came from. ‘Why don’t you?’ You asked. His eyes searched yours, holding them with such intensity. ‘Take me.’ You slowly said. For a moment you thought he would decline your suggestion. But you guessed that something in him couldn’t refuse this as he stepped forward. This was the first time he invaded your personal space. He lifted his hand, stroking a strand of your hair out of your face. You closed your eyes on the sweet sensation his fingertips gave you. ‘Am I the first man?’ He whispered as he brought his face closer to yours. You looked down to your hand that crawled over his chest until it rested on his shoulder. You looked at him while nodding. ‘I'm not raised a Viking.’ You answered. He searched your eyes a little longer before cupping your face and placing his lips on yours. Your arm sneaked over his shoulder while tasting his lips. Your first kiss and it had to be with a Viking. Respectful as he was he kept it rather neat, pulling back to measure your response to it. Your fingers folded around his tunic as you stepped backward in your room, pulling him with you. You closed the door and that was the inevitable sign for him to release that eager hungry Viking part of him. He undid his tunic before pulling his shirt out. Your eyes lowered over his naked chest as he walked back to you. Now his kiss was different, his tongue scouted your mouth and you were completely dazzled by the intensity that brought. All you could think off was this, this moment, how you wanted it to spread for an entire night. Your fingers explored his hard muscular chest before you loosened your lips from his, already out of breath. You turned around and his fingers curled around the ribbons, loosening them while his lips followed your neck and collarbone. Your dress loosened and he so agonizing slowly peeled it from your body. There was no insecurity, not about this, not about him. The plan was to win him over. And honestly, you were a little confused about who won who over. Because you fell for this Viking charm, this rough beauty. And after a night like this, you were never able to look the same way at them as you did before.

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[rukia-writes]

King Canute x (fem) reader

Setting: canon

Plot: The King of Denmark and England is getting married and needs to find companion to rule with and finds one with a shy and beautiful suitor…however things get a bit complicated when he finds out about her father’s vast amount of land.

Warning: Reader is shy and has a very fragile personality in this story (Kindly like Canute himself in his younger years before that happened. If you don’t like the reader in this story then isn’t for you. ✨

Content Warning: talks of child birth, talks of sex. Arranged marriage.

Author’s note: had to post this before tumblr+ comes 😂😫

“(Name)! (Name)! Sweetie! Open up!”

“Please just give her a minute, she’s a bit shy.”

Gunnar watched as (Name)’s mother continuously knocked on her wooden door and yelling for her to come out while the father was smiling and rubbing his hands together trying to get Gunnar to be patient.

Gunnar was twirling his mustache with a rather impatient expression on his face as he had to gather other suitors and believed he didn’t have time for all this, if it wasn’t for the King personally requesting that he see her Gunnar would have most likely left.

“Sweetie! Don’t you want to meet the king? I’m sure he’s a gentlemen.”

A faint “are you sure?” Was heard from (Name) who was currently hiding underneath her bedcovers with faint tears coming down her face as she was too shy from everything happening.

(Name)’s mother leaned her ear to the door to hear a “Ill be out shortly.” Relieving her father and mother. Soon enough, she did come out of her room and Gunnar was in awe at how beautiful she was and started to realize why the King wanted her.

However, Gunnar was wrong in this belief.

Once at the palace, (Name) was in awe at how extravagant everything was. Even admiring all the other women who wearing their beautiful dresses, but it was also the other way around as the women complimented her on her looks and dress. It wasn’t long before a tall man with a eye patch going across his eye placed his hand on (Name)’s shoulder scaring her.

However, unlike Gunnar, Wulf was subtle and kind in his approach as he told her to follow him.

In the throne room, The king of Denmark and England had just politely dismissed a beautiful suitor, telling her that she was “definitely in the running for being queen.”

However, Canute said this to all his suitors.

When the doors opened Wulf walked in and announced he had brought (Name), however Canute looked around and didn’t see her.

“Where is she, Wulf? I don’t see her.”

Wulf was startled a bit knowing she walked beside him, looking to the left and right he didn’t see her until he looked behind him to see she was hiding behind him with a bashful smile.

Sighing Wulf scooted out of the way to reveal a bashful, beautiful young woman that made Canute smile a bit as he was glad the rumors were true. Oddly enough once Canute greeted her the bashfulness seemed to have disappeared for a moment as it seemed the king was able to charm his way thru her, between his smile and manners the shy and fragile (Name) became taken with the the king in no time at all.

The king even managed to get her have dinner with him in a great hall that was filled with servants serving food and wine. Wulf tried to get Canute to realize he still had other suitors outside but Canute would always respond with a simple “Not now, I’ll see them shortly.”

Wulf knew he wouldn’t and walked over to the side listening in on there conversation here and there. Wulf was able to find out that (Name) was a simple noble man’s daughter with remarkable beauty, she was just very shy and had a fragile personality much like Canute himself in his younger years. Thinking to himself that this was perhaps the reason Canute took a fancy to her.

But as the night went on he found out this wasn’t entirely the case as Canute asked more about her individually, as in, what she liked, what she disliked, who did she feel more comfortable around, was she a good singer, and much more. A signal that Wulf knew to be a sign of interest.

Wulf noticed how Canute would blush a bit if (Name) complimented him or the palace, he also noticed the sweet smile (Name) would get when Canute complimented her dress or just her in general.

Wulf kept his straight face but inside he was rooting for (Name), thinking how the two were just connected to with each other. That is until Gunnar cleared his throat and reminded Wulf that there were other suitors still waiting outside, Wulf relayed the message to Canute who sighed as he knew he couldn’t delay any longer.

However, he did have one last card to play.

“Allow me to walk you out, (Name).”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that your highness. As long as Wulf can accompany me.”

“If you want Wulf to escort you I have no problem with that, but I would love it if I could escort you.”

Between the smile and the softness in his voice (Name) couldn’t say no as she agreed while bashfully looking away and only looking up at his face when he softly spoke “Come along dear, I’ll escort you.”

Wulf watched as the two walked side by side leaving the great hall in a what he could only describe as a good mood.

The next morning, Wulf had managed to get quite a bit of information about (Name) who Canute had taken a fancy too. Canute looked at the map that Wulf had given him to see that (Name)’s father owned a vast amount of land.

Perfect for aiding in his plans for a paradise.

“Her father owns all this?”

“Yes, your highness.”

The throne room was silent for awhile until Canute gave the map back to his loyal thegn and proceeded to give his proposal for (Name) and her father.

A few days later Gunnar and Wulf were at (Name)’s home with plenty of guards as her father was angry at what he just heard come from Gunnar’s mouth while his wife was in shock herself.

“This is absurd! I’m not selling my land! I’ve worked hard to keep this land.”

“Yes, my husband has had this land for generations although we are most gracious that the king wants our daughter’s hand in marriage.”

(Name) was eavesdropping on the whole conversation from her room, she was a bit confused about Canute wanting the land.

“It’s just a proposition. His highness is even willing to pay you.”

Gunnar signaled for the guards to bring in the money which they complied with while (Name)’s father crossed his arms and his face expressed that of anger.

“No amount of money is going to make me sell. Why, He can keep his marriage proposal-“

“Let’s not be too rash dear. (Name) came home in the best of moods and talks about his highness all the time.”

“Does she really? So does his highness.”

“Does he really?!”

Wulf nodded his head at (Name)’s mother with a smile as she did the same and happy knowing Canute really fancied her daughter.

“That doesn’t matter! I’m not selling my land and I’m not giving my daughter up-“

The guards had returned and placed several bags and large chests filled with gold. Even as wealthy nobleman (Name)’s father had never seen so much gold before as his eyes were wide with shock and so was his wife’s.

“His highness has said this was the first payment and that if you accept he would have more money to give you.”

“I’m still pissed he wants my land….but that sounds fair.”

“Honey!”

(Name)’s mother watched as her husband started counting the money and putting some in his pocket with a smile on his face. Wulf believed this to be the end but at that moment everyone heard a familiar sweet voice shout,

“Don’t sell the land! We’ve had it for so long!”

Everyone looked to see a crying and upset (Name) except for her father who was too busy counting the gold coins.

“Please understand that his-“

“I’m not marrying his highness unless he relents on getting the land.”

“Don’t listen to her. I’ll sell.”

(Name)’s father completely dismissed his daughter which only upset her more as she walked in to her room and slammed the door just as her mother tried to console her. Wulf signaled for the soldiers to take the money away making (Name)’s father yell in anger.

“Sorry, but if (Name) doesn’t wish to marry to her his highness then the deal is off. His highness wants the land but more importantly your daughter.”

“Now see what you’ve done you idiot!”

(Name)’s mother scolded her husband as he his cry was now from anger to sadness as the money was all gone and with that Wulf and Gunnar left with the solidiers as (Name)’s father begged for them to stay but they didn’t and didn’t even notice that Wulf had handed over a letter to his wife.

That same evening Canute had learned what happened as he sat on his throne in the throne room and was a little upset that his newfound love didn’t want him to have the land. However, he was much more upset about her no longer wanting to marry. The king simply rubbed the scar that was under his eye and re-evaluated some ideas.

“As much as I want that land, I want (Name) more. So then, let’s make another proposal.”

The next day (Name) was reading the letter her mother handed her while at her table, smiling at the king of Denmark’s handwriting which was rather beautiful. The letter was a simple one as he talked about the night they met and plans for the future with her, all in a rather charming and yet sweet manner. (Name)’s mother had been watching her daughter read Canute’s letter as Wulf and Gunnar were back discussing some new terms.

Sneaking up behind her scaring her daughter to the point her yells alarmed Wulf who was downstairs, even asking if he should check up on her which her father brushed off. (Name)’s mother smiled as she patted her daughter’s head.

“There, there. What did his highness say? Anything about babies?”

“Babies?!”

Again Wulf heard (Name) yell, this time rather loudly and insisted that he check up on her but her father said it wasn’t necessary. Gunnar on the other hand had to cover his ears.

“Oh, (Name). Of course you’re going to have babies with his highness one day, preferably on your wedding night and I’ll be a grandmother!”

(Name)’s mother sighed with joy as she daydreamed of the cutest and sweetest children while her daughter hid her face behind the letter. Nervous about giving birth but excited at the thought of having a handsome man being the father and not just any man but the king of Denmark and England.

“Do you..do you.. oh my goodness..do you think his highness is a gentle lover?”

“..well, I haven’t met the man. You have, what was he like?”

“Well-“

“Good news! We have came to an agreement!”

Gunnar and (Name)’s exclaimed while holding a letter, a pair of shoes were thrown at the two men knocking them out as (Name)’s mother scolded them for interrupting their bonding time. Wulf saw the whole thing and wondered if (Name)’s mother would like to join his army since her aim was spot on but the quiet opted to shut the door and give the two women alone time.

A week had passed since then, and was visiting the palace with her mother.

Wulf called Canute and (Name) two love birds, not to their face but in his mind. Especially, now since the two were walking and talking to each other in the palace gardens. (Name) was still ever bashful but she was certainly a lot more talkative from what Wulf could tell as he trailed behind making sure nothing happened.

While it was true Wulf could protect the two from any physical harm he couldn’t protect the two from everything.

“Your highness, if I may I have a question I would like to ask.”

“Of course, ask me anything.”

“You promise you won’t get angry?”

“Of course not and I won’t yell.”

Canute had long picked up that (Name) didn’t take to kindly to yelling and made sure to talk to her in a somewhat soft voice. Smiling, she stopped walking making Canute stop walking as well as she then held his hands.

“Does..does your highness really want children?”

Canute was taken back at (Name)’s question and couldn’t even answer as his jaw went slack as he looked at Wulf for help, who was in no better condition at helping as the military leader was blushing from ear to ear with his back turned.

Canute cleared his throat and simply said “Of course, I do. After we are married.” This caused (Name) to smile as she gave Canute a kiss on the cheek.

“So do I, your highness. But I must warn you I’m very nervous about child birth.”

“I completely understand, I’ll do everything I can to support you.”

“And will you hold my hand?”

“I’m afraid I can’t hold your hand when you give birth-

“Oh, no your highness. I mean, will you hold my hand when you..take my virginity.”

Canute was even more taken back as he knew he had to be blushing still he looked for Wulf for help who was now looking everywhere but at the two love birds as he was now just as bashful as ever. Smiling Canute kissed (Name)’s forehead and then simply replied with

“Of course I will, this I promise.”

✨Rukia-Writes✨

[brewedlove]

How They Are As Parents

Part One | Part Two

Series/Fandom: Vinland Saga

Character (x reader): Thorfinn, Askeladd, Canute, Thorkell, Bjorn

Relationship to Reader: No Reader-Insert (Feel free read as if you are they’re child, though if you’d like).

Reader Specifications: No Reader-Insert / None

Word Count: 751

Warnings: Slight Angst, Mentions of Trauma, Slight Neglect, Slightly Overbearing Parenting, Slight Manga Spoilers

Requested: No

A/N: My motivation gave out maybe 1/3 of the way into writing this so I hope these headcanons are still decent enough. I plan on making a Part 2 with Einar, Snake, and the others eventually when my head doesn’t want to explode. There are no Reader-inserts! These headcanons only talk about the characters and their children who’s appearance, gender, and sex are unspecified. Feel free to put yourself in the position of their children, though if you’d like. (Click the photos for better quality).

UPDATED A/N: If you recognize this piece on a different blog under the name @iwritesinsandsins it’s because Tumblr silenced all my posts there so I’m starting over again. (／ˍ・、)

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Thorfinn (19+ Years Old)

If Thorfinn continued to carry his younger mindset and grudge against Askeladd into his adult years, he would’ve been a very awkward parent who begrudgingly shows his child(ren) affection on a good day.

Admittedly, he does actually love them but at times wishes that they were born to someone else that’s more suitable and fitting for the role of a parent than he is because he’s so focused on defeating Askeladd but now he’s conflicted on what he really wants with the child(ren) around.

Canonically as an adult, Thorfinn would try to raise his child(ren) in a similar fashion to how his own father taught him and to live a peaceful life away from the traumas of war.

Overall, he’d be a gentle father who teaches his child(ren) to be respectful, strong, and appreciative of what they have while also teaching them that situations do not have to be settled using violence.

Askeladd

Looking at his own childhood, Askeladd does not want to turn out like his father and would actively look out for his child(ren), making sure that they’re not in harm’s way as much as he can given what he does for a living.

He’s torn between wanting to shield them from the flaws of humanity but also expose them to it so that they can toughen up rather than go into the world blindly.

Instead, he’ll settle on subtly teaching them lessons through other people from afar, asking them questions to get them to think on their own instead of him directly telling them the answers.

Overall, Askeladd would still be playful with his child(ren), often teasing them while letting them grow to be more knowledgeable about people and the world around them.

King Canute

Canute understood familial love when Ragnar treated him like his own son instead of Sweyn so he’d want to treat his child(ren) like how Ragnar had raised him.

The main issue with being King is that he’s swamped with royal duties to please the people and nations, and has to be extremely cautious of those that’d want to target him and his child(ren) so it can be hard for him to actually spend time with them.

He feels guilty for having Estrid look after them all the time despite his sister’s reassurance so at the end of the day when he can finally rest, he takes his child(ren) in his arms either his bedroom chambers or theirs and holds them close.

Overall, Canute is a loving father despite his absence but he makes sure to check in with them every day and silently swears to himself that he’ll do his best to make enough time to do whatever his child(ren) wants.

Thorkell

Thorkell is thrilled at the idea of being a father because he wants to teach them so many things but someone has to remind him that child(ren) can’t do what he does, nor can they reach his level at such a young age.

It makes him pouty and leads him to being bored most of the time so he’ll try to find activities that are both fun for him and the child.

As they grow up, Thorkell will slowly incorporate more of his interests onto his child(ren), occasionally praising them when they do something he hadn’t expected of them.

Overall, Thorkell can come off as a little overbearing if his child(ren) isn’t/aren’t used to it or share the same interests but he means well and just wants to have fun with them and have them grow up to be strong like their dad.

Bjorn

Bjorn is the kind of father that would get mad if any of the crewmates hands his child(ren) a weapon and they sometimes like to do it for fun.

He just doesn’t want them to get hurt nor does he want them to fight or even know about the horrors of war and the sorts of missions he goes on with Askeladd’s crew.

They’re not exactly the ideal role models he wants for his child(ren) and genuinely rather have them grow up to live a peaceful life but he will teach them self-defense for when they need it as long as he or Askeladd is the one teaching them.

Overall, Bjorn sometimes lets his paranoia get the best of him when it comes to his child(ren) but he wouldn’t give them up for anything else and wants them to know that they have a dad to rely on.

[inmyfxith]

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