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thyshadowwriter · 3 years ago

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Lost & Found. Chapter 3.

Ivar Ragnarsson x oc.

Summary: being rescued by Helga in one of the raids and reluctantly tolerated by Floki, a young girl finds herself amidst a strange place with strange people, but if adapting to the cultural shock wasn't hard enough, catching the attention of the volatile and beloved son of the Queen would soon prove to be the ultimate proving. That is if she realizes just how much being around prince Ivar is walking on thin ice.

Author's note: family dynamics and fluff.

Tagging: @youbloodymadgenius

Understandment is hard when you can't speak to each other, but gestures may reach further than words.

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A few weeks after they returned, Floki's home had fallen into a strangely peaceful routine.

Floki would do his work, busy with Bjorn's request, while Helga would teach Revna their language for hours a day, every day, their voices being background noise for him.

Helga was radiant with joy. She loved taking care of Revna, spending a lot of time combing the long hair and doing beautiful and intricate braids while talking to her, to which Revna would sometimes reply and even if they couldn't understand each other an odd sort of dialogue would emerge.

While this arrangement made Floki uneasy, he could be thankful for his wife's happiness, she hasn't been happy in a long time. Even if happiness was a passing moment, it hurt him that Helga carried so much sorrow, most of which, if not all, he knew to be his fault.

Now, Revna was sitting on the chair shaking her leg and looking down, Floki occasionally looked at her and he didn't need to understand her words to understand her lately. She wasn't allowed outside yet and that was getting to her.

Helga came with a bowl of stew for Revna and tried to hand it to her.

"Here, I brought you food." Helga said to Revna.

She looked at the food then turned her head away to the floor and continued shaking her leg.

"You need to eat to get better, please." Helga tried to reason with her.

Revna answered with a small grunt, resting her head on her hand.

"What is it, my dear? You were doing so well." Helga said to her stroking her hair.

The girl didn’t answer, but Floki did it for her:

"She's bored, Helga. I think she wants to go out."

The realization dawned on Helga, making her smile kindly to the girl, carefully caressing her head. Poor thing, she had every right to be bored, but Helga wanted her to get stronger before facing the city.

Helga sat behind Revna and cupped her face, making the girl look at her. She spoke softly, trying to make her understand:

"I know you're bored, but you need to get strong before I show you Kattegat" she gestured to the door "I'll show you everywhere, but please, keep eating well and get better."

The girl studied her face for a while, then gave her a pout but accepted the food. She ate slowly and in small portions, an empty stare in her eyes.

That was good, Helga thought, that was great. She begged the gods for another child and they gave her one, a beautiful girl that she had already fallen in love with and would do everything in her power to protect.

Not long after, the door swung open and Ivar came into their room, dragging himself until he was inside and on his usual spot like that was his second home, which has been since the day his mother brought him there.

"Hello, Floki. Hello Helga." Ivar greeted them.

"Ivar." Floki greeted him back, spotting right away the faux innocent smile the young prince had whenever he was up to be a pain in someone’s ass.

Ivar turned his attention to the girl, who was eating and either uncaring or ignoring his presence.

"Revna." He said her name with a slight pitch to his voice and squinting at her. He had her name memorized from the odd fit it made for her, but mainly it was for the fact she slapped his hand. No one in their right mind would dare to do it, and no one that ever as much as said something wrong to Ivar got to live much longer, let alone someone stupid enough to try their luck against him, those he took delight in dealing with. Though to Revna, he probably was just a harmless cripple. Ignorance is bliss, he thought.

Revna, apparently taken back from her thoughts, looked at him. Her dark eyes gazing upon him with a spark of curiosity and interest. She had memorized his face after his first visit, how could she not? The complete stranger with very blue eyes, pale skin and a fingertips rough and calloused like the ones found on peasants, slaves or warriors. This complete stranger that touched her like it was normal or acceptable, the nerve!

The voice in her mind screamed: ‘Was it normal to him?’, “Is this normal these strange people I’m living with?’, ‘Was that how he acted around outsiders?’, ‘What am I even doing here?’, ‘What will they do to me?’ Questions, questions, they came and went in circles for all these days.

But she put a stop to them for now, like it or not, for good or ill, he was the only other sight she had other than the couple, she could indulge in a quick distraction from the walls of the home she was living in that were starting to feel smaller by each day.

"Ivar." She said, looking straight at him, trying to pronounce what she inferred to be his name as best as she could. Adding a pitch to her pronunciation, just like he did, just because she could.

His eyes widened and he tilted his head to the side, stare fixed on her and her every minimal movement. He was sincerely surprised that she actually spoke directly at him.

His name on her lips was carried by a foreign accent, it sounded different, almost like it belonged to someone else, but her gaze on him, with expectancy in her eyes and a hint of pride on the corners of her lips turned slightly upward left no doubt she indeed meant him.

Ivar heard her before, annoyed and agitated at his first visit, so he hoped to have the same effect, but now that she spoke camly, trying to pronounce his name correctly and seemingly proud of herself for it, she threw him off balance. He had expected the annoyance she had from before, he expected her disgust at him as she wasn't pleased with his touch, why would she want the hands of a cripple on her? He even expected fear from her, but he didn't expect to hear his name slow and soft on her lips, he didn’t expect to hear her trying to reach out for him and how his own name would sound so foreign coming from her lips.

He wanted her to say it again, wanted to hear the strange way his name sounded from her, but he didn’t know how to demand it, so he nodded at her, not really knowing what to say, not that it would matter. She probably wouldn’t understand him anyway.

Revna smiled proudly to herself, a beautiful smile, if he had to say anything, he mimicked her smile shyly, though he quickly felt self conscious under her gaze and looked away, trying to find somewhere other than her eyes to look at, but nothing seemed to quite hold his attention.

Ivar felt as Revna looked away from him and continued to eat, he glanced a few times at her, the shy smile he held gone as she paid him no further attention. He noticed, however, how her legs began shaking in a slow, lazy rhythm. A stream of thoughts began in his mind: ‘Is she playing with me?’, ‘Is she bothered by my presence?’, ‘Does she pity me?’, a frown forming on his face with each thought.

He turned his attention to Helga, who was distracted with the girl's hair:

"I haven't seen her around yet. Why? When are you going to show her off?” he made a pause before adding the last part venomously “Unless she is to be a house slave."

"She's no slave, Ivar. We're adopting her." Helga corrected him, a tad annoyed at the slave mention.

"Then why haven't I seen her outside, hm? If she's to live here as a free woman, then she needs to know her way around."

"It's too soon yet. She doesn't speak our language."

"It’s not too soon, it’s been weeks! And if all the problem is that she doesn’t speak our language, then it’s another reason to do it. She'll learn much faster by experience."

"I'll take her out when she's ready." Helga answered a bit tense. She didn't want to go into detail of why she was so careful but she also didn’t want to lie to Ivar, who by the frown seemed to be growing angry.

"She seems ready enough." He said pointing to her legs.

Revna stopped shaking her legs, staring at Ivar wide eyed and lips slightly parted as she just took the spoon from her mouth. She arched an eyebrow looking lost as a puppy in the forest. Good, Ivar thought. Revna then looked confused from him to Helga, who caressed her face reassuringly.

"So, why don't you take her outside?" Ivar insisted.

Helga couldn't find an answer to stop Ivar's questioning and looked to her husband for help. Floki seemed entertained, holding a smile of his own, but as soon as he felt his wife’s eyes on him and her silent plea he intervened.

"Since when do you care about things that don't involve you?" Asked Floki.

"What?" Ivar countered astonished, "What do you mean by it? Of course it involves me. I was in this home before her, I have a say in whether she can stay or not."

"Is that so?” Floki said amused, “In this case what your mighty self has to say?"

Without missing a beat and with a self assured tone that didn’t transpired his shyness just a moment ago, he answered:

"I say this girl better adapt to our ways else she brings the wrath of the gods down on us..."

"The gods love her, Ivar. They gave her to me." Helga interrupted him. She realized the mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.

"How can you be so sure?" He inquired, renewed curiosity in his eyes.

"I just know it."

"If you say..." he eyed her suspiciously, before continuing to Floki, "...I say she better learn manners. No one should dare to hit a prince and go off unscathed."

Floki chuckled from his spot then said:

"You deserved that one. You could have used some other way of introducing yourself rather than touching someone you’ve never seen before and is not here as a slave. However, I thank the gods for letting me witness your face that day."

"You old fool..."

"Ivar. Be patient with her." Helga said to Ivar softly. She was very aware of how badly he took insults, even when none existed.

"I am patient,” he countered, “but the girl needs manners."

"Ivar..." Called Floki.

Ivar sighed before continuing:

"However, I am willing to forgive her for you,” he said looking at Helga “and an apology from the girl, once she learns how to speak our language, of course."

"Ivar, she's just a child, give her some time, I'm sure she'll adapt." Said Helga, looking at Ivar while she tied the end of one of the braids on Revna's hair.

Ivar lived with them long enough to see she truly wanted that girl to be part of their lives. He had seen the glimpses of sadness throughout his upbringing, the lost gaze Helga had when she thought no one was looking, the unsettling feeling that lurked under the surface when she saw mothers with their newborn babies. Perhaps the surprise wasn't that she took a girl to raise, but that she took that long to do it.

But he loathed the idea that in Floki’s home would live someone that would regard him in the same way the rest of Kattegat did, an outsider to add insult to injury.

"If you say, I'll try to tolerate her. If at least she can pretend to not be annoyed whenever I’m here.�� Ivar said as he pointed to Revna.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what about her shaking her legs was irritating him. If it was the repetitive pattern, the slow rhythm, the proximity of her feet to him, or what was to him, a clear display of her displeasure with his presence. Though why would she have smiled at him with that beautiful smile if she was annoyed by him?

‘She’s playing you’, His own mind answered the question.

Both Helga and Floki looked to each other confused as to what he meant, Floki being the one that asked:

"What do you mean by that? She doesn’t even know who you are to be annoyed at you."

He pointed to Revna’s legs, this time the girl didn’t even bother to look at him and continued eating as if there wasn’t an annoyed young man pointing at her for no reason at all. Which bothered Ivar even more.

Floki couldn’t help but laugh. It was like he was a naughty child again that got all pouty and angry until he got things his way. At least he didn’t scream anymore. Not as frequently at least. His boy was maturing.

"She's bored, Ivar. Been like that for a few days, it has nothing to do with you." Floki made a point to emphasize the last part.

Ivar stared at Floki speechless. His eyes open wide, darting from Floki to the surroundings as his lips parted, which pretty much told the boatbuilder that the young prince hadn’t considered a possibility that didn’t involve him. He then rolled his head before asking:

"Then what have you been doing with her all this time?"

"We’ve been taking care of her, Ivar. Teaching and getting her used to us before she faces the others." Answered Helga.

Ivar pondered her words for a while, then agreed with her.

"What does she do in her spare time?"

Floki was quick to answer that one:

"Snoops around the house, messes up my tools… Oh, she also has a fondness for magic tricks, they make her happy like a child."

"Really?”

“Yes. I’ve done a few for her and it never fails to get her attention.”

“That’s childish.”

“She is a child, Ivar. It’s no surprise at all.”

Ivar looked like he just realized what Floki said to him. Turning his attention back to Revna as she looked around the house with that same little pout on her lips. He had of course noticed she was young when he first saw her and when he touched her face. Younger than him, in fact. Skin too soft and face still with some roundess to it, but he didn’t stop to consider what that would mean. Of course she would be like that being so young and housebound, he knew the feeling all too well from the days and days and more days he had to be inside his home because he was too sick to go out without serious risk of breaking his bones.

Looking to Helga, who hadn’t got her hands away from Revna, he knew that was her doing. ‘Why won’t she let the girl out? She’s not crippled.’ was what he thought. He knew it was her because she had the same look his mother had when she would smother him with her love as if he was still a baby and not let him do anything food himself, which only got worse when his eyes would turn blue. He loved his mother more than anyone and anything else, but he hated feeling useless.

Maybe that was what Revna felt. He was strangely relieved to not be the reason for her annoyance. At least not this time.

Then a silly idea crossed his mind. He reached for a pouch of leather he carried and took a coin from it, he then got a bit closer to Revna and touched her foot. The girl gasped startled but relaxed when she looked down at Ivar, who expectantly tried to measure her reactions to him. She tilted her head and arched her eyebrow inquisitively at him, which coupled with the cute pout on her lips made for an adorable sight. He beckoned her to come closer to him.

“Go on, my dear.” Said Helga to Revna as she looked to Helga for permission.

Revna got off of the chair and sat on the floor close to Ivar, close enough to be within arm’s reach, but not close enough to accidentally brush her legs against his, she then rested her hands on her lap and looked at him with curiosity. He studied her expression carefully, searching for the all too familiar signs of pity and disgust but found none of those. Even though he noticed she kept a distance, he was pleased she sat near him.

He then showed her the coin, playing with it between his fingers deftly, she giggled, trying to follow the coin with her eyes and relaxing a bit from her position. He then halted his movements, holding the coin between his index and middle finger, Revna froze in her position as soon as he stopped and looked from the coin to his very blue eyes. There it was, that beautiful smile together with an innocent shine in her eyes.

He then put the coin flat against the palm of his hand, closing both of them into fists and bringing them close to his lips, he didn’t take his eyes off her, enjoying her full attention as she looked from his fists to his eyes. He blew air against his fists and slowly opened them, showing her the palms of his hands, the coin nowhere she could see.

Revna looked at him, giggling happily with a wide smile, a smile Ivar found to be quite beautiful and contagious, making him smile himself, although more reservedly. When she calmed down and silence fell between them, they were looking at each other’s eyes, hers filled with joy and his with pride for being the reason for it.

He soon felt self conscious again and looked away.

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cocovikings23 · 4 years ago

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New Start - Chapter 3 (Modern Ivar x Reader)

Chapter 3 : The dinner

1 month later...

You've been working at Ragnar & Sons Corporation for a month now and everything is going very well. Hvitserk and Ubbe have become more than colleagues, they are also your friends. There is a strong respect between you. Hvitserk stopped flirting with you a few weeks ago. Ubbe is like a big brother to you, he takes care of you, he is very attentive to your personal and professional needs.

Björn and Sigurd are also part of your "Lothbrock" circle of friends. But they remain more independent than the others. Sigurd works in the family company but he has another activity outside the company: music. He started a band with friends. Björn is the eldest, he has a wife and children, he is ready to succeed his father when the time comes. He is lonelier than his younger brothers and is closer to his mother, Lagertha. You knew that Ragnar had cheated on her with the mother of the other four Lothbrocks, but family stories are always complicated so you didn't want to ask too many questions.

And Ivar ... Ivar, just like himself, you have met him in meetings and you only talk to him occasionally when you have to get him to sign contracts or other administrative papers. You haven't spoken about the elevator incident in all this time. Ivar was always condescending to you. You made sure that you didn't end up alone with him in a room because you were more than embarrassed by what happened despite the fact that the scene kept popping into your head. Sometimes you would stare into the void and think back to the pulpy lips that crashed into yours that night. The warmth of her body toning up against yours...

It's Friday, just a few more hours of effort before a good weekend of well-deserved rest. You arrive at the office with three lattes, you enter the room, your roommates have already arrived. In the end, you haven't moved into the office you were meant to move into, because the agreement with Hvitserk and Ubbe is more than perfect, finding yourself alone in an office depresses you in advance. They have gladly agreed to let you stay with them. You put a sweet kiss on their cheek and give them their morning drink. They're sitting behind their computer, already getting down to business. You imitate them, open your laptop and start writing a report, which you must give to Ivar by the end of the day. Your heart is tightened when you think her beautiful blue eyes are going to turn to you, that you'll have to go to her office alone. But your thoughts are interrupted when Hvitserk calls you.

"Y/N? What are you thinking about? ».

"Oh nothing, I... I was just thinking about the weekend," you say shyly. You feel your cheeks slightly warm, you hope they don't notice.

"Do you have plans? "Ubbe asked with his little smile that always makes you smile,

"Well no, I was just thinking that I'm going to sit on my couch, watching movies... or series while enjoying a good pizza... or sushi" you reply with amusement.

"Very good program, if only we could do the same", Hvtiserk continued with a small pout.

"Ragnar has been back for a few days and tomorrow evening Mother is organizing a dinner for Father's return, would you like to join us? »

"It's a great idea! "shouted Hvitserk, he got up from his chair to come to your office, knelt down with his hands joined together under Ubbe's amused look, "Please say yes! You will know Mother and Father. How can you refuse this beautiful face and these beautiful green eyes? But if it's a family dinner, Ivar will be there. You're doing a flip-flop, and having Ivar with you at her parents' house may not be a good idea. You hesitate for a long time, the brothers are impatient to know your answer but you end up accepting... for them.

The end of the day came quickly, you closed your report, printed it, and went to Ivar's office for validation. You are in front of his office door, knocking discreetly. "You knock discreetly. Come on in! "Ivar shouted through the piece of wood that separates you. You enter, carefully closing the door behind you. "I've come to sign my file for you, I've finished the report. If you validate it, we can send it tonight. "Put that there," he replies with a head movement to show the corner of his desk. You take it back. "Ivar, I wouldn't want to insist..." "Pardon? Are you trying to give me an order? "he whistles between his teeth, his eyes widened. "No, far be it from me, but this is a big file, the sooner it is finalized the sooner we can sign an agreement. "You lowered your head and told yourself that you had said too much while waiting for the titan's wrath. "Do you know who I am? I am YOUR boss! I decide when I have to sign the fucking papers! OKAY?! Now get out! "he shouted these words. You don't insist, it's no use, you turn around and walk out of his office. Maybe going to the Lothbrock dinner isn't such a good idea after all. But you promised the boys you would come. You sigh and go back to your office, Hvitserk realizes something is wrong. "Is everything all right Y/N? » "Yes, yes, it's okay, your brother again, who yelled at me...". Ubbe and Hvitserk look at each other, they manage to understand him without talking to each other. The end of the day was silent between the three of you. You leave the office, wait for your Uber in front of the building, Ubbe and Hvitserk wave goodbye, you answer them with a little smile and a wave.

You arrive at home, you swing your Louboutin across the room, your feet make you suffer at the end of the day. You take a hot shower to relax. You put on your white bathrobe, tie your belt and arrange your wet hair in a bun and fall asleep on your couch. You wake up with your head loose, your hair in a mess, still in your bathrobe. You fell asleep without realizing it, but at the same time it's normal given how tired you've been this week. You receive a text message from Hvitserk asking you if you are still ok for tonight, you answer that yes you will be there by 7pm as planned.

It's 6:30 pm and you are still not dressed. Hair and make-up yes but still with your towel tied around your chest with your underwear underneath. You hesitate between two outfits: sexy girl with a short black dress with a light neckline or casual girl with flared pants and a white lace top? Your heart swings... You're opting for the dress after all you felt comfortable enough with boys to dare this kind of outfit and it's been so long since you've worn a dress.

Your Uber has just arrived in front of your house, you jump in your Louboutin pumps and get in the car. After a journey of about thirty minutes you arrive in front of the Lothbrock Manor. A sumptuous dwelling dating from the 50's, there are beautiful exposed wood panelling on the outside with ivy growing along the beautiful walls. You go up the driveway of the house to a large oak door with wonderful Viking motifs carved on it. You don't even have time to knock when Hvitserk opens the door, he has heard your Uber arrive, he throws himself on you and takes you in his arms.

"Y/N! You came, that's great! Come in, I'll introduce you to Father! "There were two benches: on the first one sat Aslaug, Sigurd and Ubbe and on the second one there is a couple you don't know and of course Ivar. As for Ragnar, he is leaning against the fireplace that dominates the room, he tells his adventures in England. All eyes rose to you and Hvitserk as you entered the living room, all but one pair of eyes: Ivar's eyes remain fixed on the fire that is slowly burning in the fireplace.

"My dear Y/N! "exclaims Aslaug as she stands up and takes you in her arms, "I am so happy to finally meet you, the boys have told me a lot about you".

"Thank you Madam, I am delighted to meet you too" you answer politely.

"Please, you can call me Aslaug, ma'am, it's nice when you're sixty," she replies with a wink. The boys stand up to greet you in turn, complimenting you on your evening dress, which obviously does not leave them indifferent, but you are used to them.

Ivar still hasn't looked at you, he sits with his back to you. Ubbe takes your hand and takes you to Ragnar "Y/N, I introduce you to our father, Father this is Y/N, our colleague and friend".

"Finally, I put a face to this name, delighted Y/N, I am Ragnar. So you are my new employee and you have won the hearts of our collaborators and you have won the hearts of my sons. "he says cheerfully.

"I am delighted to meet you Mr. Lothbrock, I am very lucky to work for you, this is really a great opportunity for me.

Ragnar smiles "Come on, I'll introduce you to my oldest friend and his wife, Floki, Helga, this is Y/N, my newest recruit, well, Ivar hired her but she works for me" he says laughing. The couple gets up, Helga hugs you " Hello Y/N, I'm happy to meet you, as Aslaug said, the boys talk a lot about you ", you feel your cheeks blush.

"If I didn't know them so well I would say that they have a crush on you," Floki said, "Nice to meet you, I am Floki, friend and associate of Ragnar, you will have the chance to work with me sometimes.

"Nice to meet you too, I hope I won't disappoint you" you say shyly looking at Ragnar and Floki.

You move away from them and apologize, you walk cautiously towards Ivar who has not moved since your arrival " Hello Ivar, how are you? "he sighed before raising his head.

"I'm fi... fine", he finds your eyes, his face changes, he seems to be more soothed.

"Your parents are really very nice, Ivar."

"You are sublime tonight", he looks at you with envy, his eyes wrinkle slightly and his face closes. You know that from that moment on you will not be able to have anything more from him.

Dinner goes very well, everyone is laughing, you are sitting between Hvitserk and Sigurd. Sigurd talks to you about his music, about the concerts he plans to schedule when he and his band are up and running. Hvitserk teases him by telling him that he bores you with his music. You are laughing between the two brothers bickering. Ubbe discusses business with Floki and Ragnar, Aslaug and Helga talk about cooking, and then there's Ivar at the end of the table who doesn't let go of his teasing brothers. The jealousy that emanates from him is palpable. You have a sudden urge to go to the bathroom, you ask Hvitserk where you can find one in the house, "Go to the first floor, first door on the right, you will find a bathroom". You thank him and apologize when you leave the table.

You go up the varnished wooden stairs, you arrive on the first floor, a long corridor is created in front of you, you see a half-open door, curiosity takes over, you decide to enter. You discover a room, decorated rather soberly with a library full of books of novels on one side and books on business strategy courses on the other. You walk to the desk next to the window overlooking a large garden, there is a camera, an Ipod and a Mac on it. You look at the pictures hanging above the desk, you see a beautiful blonde, smiling, she is really beautiful next to her is Ivar. You can't believe it, Ivar is smiling, he looks...happy. Never in a month have you seen him smiling as much as in this picture. You are hypnotized by his smile, his happy face that you can't hear that someone has entered the room.

"I'm not disturbing you ! ». It's Ivar he's furious, you can feel it in his voice. You turn around to face him.

"Oh I'm sorry Ivar, I...I saw that the door was open and...", you're terrified of being fired, and his anger is coming at you.

"And that gave you permission to enter without being invited, didn't it? »

"Ivar, I'm really sorry, I'm going to leave"

"NO!", his tone makes you jump on the spot, "What did you want to find out when you came in here, huh?! »

"Nothing, I swear to you Ivar! I'm sorry I shouldn't have come back", you lower your head regretting your mistake, you overwhelm your stupid curiosity. If there was a room you shouldn't have gone into, it was Ivar's room.

He continues to preach to you, "You wanted to know what little Ivar was like? If he had friends, girlfriends? Did he?! You wonder who could love this being with destroyed legs? "He comes closer to you, you hear the click of his crutch. He's only a few centimeters away from you. You dare to speak out again, "Ivar, can you believe me, please, I didn't want to be too indiscreet when I came into your room".

"My teenager's room... more precisely" he whistled between his teeth, "I'm not blind, I see you with my brothers, laughing...".

Surprise, you chain " Yes we get along well, I like them, they are nice ".

"What about me? Do you like me? " he asks with a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"I don't know you as well as you know your brothers, Ivar, you seem... special, but not in a bad way, you are mysterious... and I like that", you gently caress his hand.

Ivar quickly and firmly passes his hand behind your neck, he crushes his lips against yours. You kiss him back, your body is on fire from the inside, your stomach is boiling, you feel palpitations in your belly. His tongue mixes with yours, he pushes you to his desk, his body crashes against yours. He passes his other hand under the hem of your dress to caress your hip. He brings his kiss down to your neck. You feel his tongue travel a soft path from your mouth to your collarbone, you groan under his caresses. Suddenly, he stops, looking at you with a slight perversion.

"I think we have to go back or else my brothers will come looking for us.”

You couldn't even find words to nod, you followed Ivar to the table, pretending to get lost. The dinner ended quietly, it was time for you to go home, you thanked Aslaug for his excellent food. Hvitserk insists on dropping you off at home, but you have already paid your Uber in advance. You go back to your apartment, thinking about the best kiss of your life, have a beer in your fridge and settle down on your couch, turn on the TV, there's no way you can sleep now, your mind is too boiling. Someone rings your doorbell, strange because you're not expecting anyone, especially at this hour. You open the door and you find... Ivar...

Oh no, the night is going to be complicated...

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conaionaru · 4 years ago

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Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

The stupid, the proud

Synopsis: Name day gifts and the baby comes.

Warning: Ivar, Silas, toxic family, fluff, birth, angst, blood, gore, murder, drowning

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The celebration of Vanya's name day took place when the sun went down. Her back and feet hurt, and the babe was restless. She was exhausted and wanted to rest, but she sat down and pretended to be happy for the sake of the people.

Many people from the village came to give her gifts, flowers, jewelry, children gave her toys, and healers gave her potions to recover quicker from birthing her child. Ale and music flowed through the busy hall as she sat next to Ivar, a hand on her stomach, hoping the child would calm down soon.

Her husband kept whispering pretty words to her and kissing her knuckles, but Vanya still felt nervous. "Alright, now it's time to give you our gifts, Sister," Hvitserk exclaimed, raising his cup of mead high into the air as everybody cheered with him.

Aslaug smiled from her position on Ivar's left as thralls carried in a box to Vanya's feet. They opened the heavy wooden chest to reveal a dagger with a golden handle and engraving on the steel. "It has protection runes on it. You keep it near you during birth, and both you and the child will survive. I had it with me during every delivery, just like my ancestors before me. Every mother passes it onto her daughter. And now it's yours, Vanya."

The ginger looked at Aslaug with tears in her eyes and hugged the kind woman. The Queen acknowledged her as her daughter in front of whole Kattegat; she was a Lothbrok now not only through marriage. The next to give her a gift was Ubbe. He put a small item into her hands wrapped in fabric. When Vanya revealed the present, she couldn't help but gasp.

The oldest son of Aslaug smiled down at her cheekily and nodded towards the butterfly pin in her hands. "You said you had a necklace like that once. So I thought it would be nice to give you something to remind you of it, Lillemor (Little mother)."

"Thank you, Ubbe. I love it." She grinned at him as he squeezed her tightly and kissed her forehead. The tall Ragnarsson also mussed Ivar's hair as the crippled boy glared at him for the affection his wife gave him.

"Jewelry, Ubbe? Really? How unoriginal. You make it too easy. I got you a better gift, Vanya!" Hvitserk boasted, passing her another wrapped item. This one was heavier and square. "I had one of the Saxon thralls write it down for you. It's stories about the gods and the greatest warriors to ever live. Father is in there, and mothers' parents as well. You said you wanted to learn everything. Floki also wrote some runes in there for you to learn."

Vanya thanked the giddy Viking and trailed her fingers over the hand cover of the book Hvitserk had made for her. It looked just like the ones the monks carried around the church. She had a feeling the one who wrote the stories was a monk too, and the book might have been either bought blank or had the pages remade. Whatever it was, she felt a little bit sorry for the author of the book. The slave learned how to write to eternalize God's word, and now he writes stories of foreign gods and warriors.

"And this is my gift. Much better then Hvitserks, I am sure." Sigurd jumped in with his oud in hand. It turns out the reason why the Ragnarsson tuned his instrument next to Vanya was to get it ready for a song he wrote for her. The music was beautiful; it started on a sad note that grew fiercer with every note, ending in a happy symphony. Everyone clapped the pretty song, and it's creator.

Floki and Helga gave Vanya their gifts as well, white Bjorn and Torvi gifted her with new furs. The last one to provide her with a gift was Ivar. His present was wrapped in fabric and heavy. "I made it myself. It's Jörmungandr. I already gave you Fenrir, so it would only be fair if you had his sibling as well."

The metal necklace was perfect despite the origin of the creature it held. Ivar had Thor's hammer; it would only be fair if she had something powerful too. And a snake that binds all the seas is truly brilliant. All the storms that Thor creates make the snake rage in the waters. "Thank you, Ivar. It's perfect."

The two shared a kiss while the babe inside her raged on. Maybe it would be like Jörmungandr, circling around her belly, waiting for it's time to escape. She just hoped it wouldn't be as disastrous as what will follow the serpent's escape. The Princess was in no mood for Ragnarok.

"I want to give you a gift as well, sister," Silas announced proudly, walking towards the sitting redhead. The item he gave her was heavy and bought in by two knights. Whatever was inside the ornamented chest, was a bad omen. Vanya could feel it in her aching bones; the gift wasn't made in good faith. "A reminder as well, just like another one of your gifts."

Ivar ordered Margrethe to open the chest, inside was a golden cross. It was large and ornamented with jewels. Everyone stared at the heavy rood that their father used to have in his study. It always stood on his desk before him when he thought of war, to remind him that God is on his side and should like it. But Silas didn't give it to her to remember Osmond; he gave it as a warning.

"I chose it, and Mother agreed it to be a good gift. You can melt it down and have jewelry made out of it, or give it to the orphans as treasure. Whatever you chose, dear little sister. The choice is yours."

Vanya kept staring at the Christian symbol, not knowing what to think or say. Her eyes slowly lifted to look at Silas, as Ivar fumed next to her. The Ragnarssons looked at the cross with disgust while Aslaug watched Silas, to find out his motive. "Why Father's cross?"

"It's not like he needs it anymore. And we have enough back at home; one missing won't do any damage, I hope. And I wanted to finish what we started when we were children. When Father discussed the Viking problem with the council, you wanted peace. And isn't it funny that you were the thing that bought it? Like you were destined to do it. Do you remember what you said?" He smirked at her mocking her comment during a council when she was eight. He didn't forget and maybe only offered her to Bjorn as revenge.

"We could give them something and ask them to leave us alone," Vanya repeated the words she said nearly nine years ago.

Silas chuckled and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, ignoring the agitated heathens around him. "I offered you, and they agreed. And now you are a pagan yourself with a child on the way, funny how you everything comes full circle. Father was right, I could have given them all our money, treasures, and crosses, yet they wouldn't be satisfied. Giving them you was a different story. They like you, adore you even, some think of you as one of their gods. This shall remind you you are nothing but one of God's sheep, no matter how misguided you are in your beliefs now."

Vanya swallowed the dry tasted in her mouth as her stomach knotted with dread. Sweat gathered on her brow as pain coursed withing her body. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

"Blessed are the meek Vanya. Remember that; you may think that you have it all now, but you are the same stupid little girl you always were. Just fatter and stupider. Happy seventeenth name day."

"Vanya, are you alright?" Helga called out, seeing the girls state. The Princess opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a scream as the pain grew unbearable. Aslaug and Helga run to her side to check on her as her tights became slick. "The child is coming."

Aslaug's shocked words echoed around the tense hall as everybody sprang into action. Ubbe picked the ginger up and carried her to her and Ivar's hut with Helga, Aslaug, Ivar, and healers in tow. Silas watched them go with anger in his eyes. He wanted to see her reaction to his words, not the concern everyone showed at her pained whimpers.

Ubbe laid his panting sister in law on the bed as healers hoarded the room, throwing him out before he could say anything. The only man in the chambers was the child's father that crawled next to her, holding her clammy hand as Aslaug whipped her brow with a wet towel. The healers stripped Vanya off her black dress and put her into a baggy white one instead. They helped her up and made her stand as they removed the bedding until the only remaining was the wooden frame.

Aslaug stood next to Vanya as the girl leaned against the dresser grinding her teeth together, breathing thought the pain. She regretted ever wanting children; she should have stayed with dolls and not slept with Ivar. But it was too late for wishful thinking, the babe was coming, and she wanted to hit something. Maybe Ivar, he was the one who put the child in her after all. How come he did the fun part, and she is huffing and puffing while a little human is making its way out of her?

She unclenched her palms on the top of the dresser, her fingers hitting a solid item. Vanya lifted her heavy head and gazed at the wooden figure of Fenrir, that Ivar gifted her nine months ago. The ginger wrapped her right hand around the carved wolf and tightened her grip around it, swallowing her pained screams.

Images flashed before her closed eyes as she bends lower her forehead resting against the cool wood of the cabinet. She saw frozen water before her as her lungs screamed for air. Her eyes snapped out in fright till the next contraction hit, and another vision overtook her.

This time she saw arrows flying in the sky, aiming for something in the distance. With a deep exhale, Vanya forced her eyes open again, her hallucinations not making any sense to her.

Ivar watched from the bedside, Vanya's hunched trembling body covered in a thin layer of sweat as his mother and Helga stood on each side of her. "Vanya? Do you hear me? Love, we need to move again. Vanya?" His wife was deaf to his mother's calls, staring blankly at the floor with wide eyes.

"What is wrong with her?" Ivar called out, biting his nails and running his hand through his hair, reminding himself not to pull on it, or he might rip it out in worry.

The answer came from a healer who finished the bed so she could lay down on it to rest her feet. "The pain must be making her delusional. It would be better to move her before her give out under her."

Vanya saw splatters of blood fly her way as the axe swung up again, a spray of blood flying behind it. "Don't drown, Vanya." She regained her senses with a gasp, the eerie words the cloaked stranger spoke in her dream repeating in her head.

"What's wrong, Vanya. Talk to me." Aslaug's soft hand on her cheek made her look up to see the worried look in the Queen's eyes. She needed to tell her, Aslaug would know what to do.

"I am going to die. Please, you can't let me die. I have to protect my child!" She explained in a rush, her eyes wide and filled with desperation.

Yet the Queen of Kattegat only shook her head and stroked her cheek. "You aren't dying. You will be alright. You are in good hands, Vanya, the Gods are with you. Freyja, Frigg, and Freyr are all with you. You and the child will not die." Vanya hung onto every word her mother in law whispered to her, praying to each god that she was right.

They led her back to the bed, Fenrir still in her hand. A stabbing pain ripped through her, a scream leaving her lips as three women and Ivar crowded around her, trying to help. Ivar wrapped his hand around hers only to feel the carved toy he made her. Confused, he turned her fist towards him, his eyes wide at what he saw. Some of the sharper edges must have dug into her soft skin and broke it, as blood flowed from the wounds and down her wrist. Everyone was too focused on her bleeding crotch than her hand.

"Let go, Min elskede (My beloved). You are hurting yourself." He carefully pried the object from her hand and put his palm in its place. "Grip it as tightly as you need."

Vanya screamed again, her head thrown back in agony as Aslaug wiped her forehead again, Helga and the healer held her legs and waited for the head to show. The redhead looked at the calm Queen and begged her to listen to her and save her child. "I didn't see your or its death. You will be alright."

"But I saw it. Please, you have to promise me."

"Vanya, nothing is wrong."

"Please, promise me, Mother. Don't let my child die." Aslaug saw the desperation and pain in her eyes, so she nodded and promised to keep them both safe no matter what.

The healer lifted her head from where she looked between Vanya's legs. "Push, just a few, and the head will be out."

Vanya bore down, praying for the pain to be over and the child alive. Ivar squeezed her hand back, biting on his nails, looking as in pain as her. With every sob, scream, and whimper she let out, he felt worse and worse. "Ivar." Her eyes shone with tears as more sweat coated her pale skin.

"What is it, Min elskede (My beloved). Tell me." He pleaded back as she laid there is pain, sweat, and blood. For eight hours, she suffered to bear his child, who knows how long she felt the ache while they celebrated. Ivar prayed to the gods to let her torment end, and their child to cry out as it took its first breath.

Vanya stared into his glassy eyes, weakling glaring at him. "Fuck...You." She whispered as he laughed at her words—the total opposite of what she hoped to achieve.

"Fair enough. It's my fault, after all. I hope you will forgive me." Ivar whispered back, kissing her white knuckles and keeping her weak hand near his lips.

Outside the hut, people prayed as the princesses screams echoed over Kattegat. The Ragnarsson stood together, muttering between themselves as the torches flickered around them. "Does every child take that long? Or is it as difficult as Ivar?" Sigurd asked, wincing at the next scream tore through the filled streets.

"Some take longer." Torvi answered, holding onto Bjorn's arm, their children huddled around them with their daughter in Bjorn's embrace.

Ubbe grimaced at another scream, a nervous chuckle following after it. "Gods." The others nodded in agreement.

"One more push, Vanya." Urged Helga as the Princess grew weaker. She fixed her grip on Ivar's hand and, with one last scream pushed her child out. The next cry that followed caused everyone to sigh in relief.

Helga and Aslaug wiped the babe down as the healer helped Vanya deliver the afterbirth. When they bought the child to her, it was wrapped in a blanket. "It's a boy," Aslaug announced, laying the Ivarsson on her chest.

He had a few dark hairs on his head as he frowned at the change of places. Ivar looked at his mother in fear. "Is he?"

"He is healthy, Ivar. He is perfect." She reassured him, showing him the little kicking feet as proof. The child wasn't cripple like his father, and Ivar couldn't be happier that he was spared the same fate as him.

"He is perfect." Vanya agreed lovingly gazing at the face of her newborn son. He looked angry to be there, which reminded her of Ivar in a good way. A son. They had a son now. Finally, the worst part was over.

She nursed the child for the first time in front of everyone present, as the tradition wanted. When the boy was fed, Helga withdrew from the couple, the child lying on his mother's chest, soundly asleep. Aslaug made Ivar leave the tired redhead alone, asking him to inform everyone outside of his son's birth.

Vanya and the child were now the only ones inside the chambers lying on the hard bed as cheers sounded outside the hut. She smiled tiredly, stroking his cheek while the healer wiped her down with a cloth to get rid of the blood. The Saxon needed to sleep, and a staring Ivar asking her if she is alright, wouldn't have helped her. But she wanted him to bask in their son's glory just like she is right now.

"You are glorious, just like Ivar said you would be. You, my son, come from two powerful bloodlines. You are a Lothbrok, grandson of the most powerful man on earth, and a descendant of the House of the Raising Sun. You have dragon's blood in you, red hair or not." She whispered to him affectionately as he slept, content for now. She closed her eyes too as the healer sat by her bed, ready if something went wrong with either of them.

The next time Vanya woke up, it was three hours later, just before dawn. The sounds of the celebration of her son's birth could be heard outside. But that's not what woke her up; instead, it was footsteps and a gurgling sound followed by a thud. Vanya sat up in her bed to meet the silhouettes of an armed man. The healer laid on the ground by the door with her throat slit.

Vanya sprang from the bed and snatched her in furs wrapped child and backed away from the man. Despite being dressed like a farmer, she recognized his faces instantly. The quality steel also gave him away - one of Silas's knights.

With adrenaline running through her veins, Vanya made a dash for the open door narrowly missing the knight's outstretched hand. She jumped over the woman's dead body and ran towards the Great hall.

Another knight cut off her route aiming his sword at her child. She desperately screamed for help, but the music and laughter drowned her sounds from the Great hall. She was too far away to be seen by somebody, especially in the dark.

Changing her direction, she runs towards the only open spot - the sea. Whatever power stood by her, she managed to outrun the three knights following her and reach the shore with the fisherman boats tied there. She jumped into one of the furthest boats and untied it. Vanya pushed the wooden vessel away and rowed with all her might.

Her son laid on a heap of nets under her, her body shielding him in case a sword got too close. An arrow hit the side of the boat, startling the girl from her concentration. One of the knights was shooting arrows at the ship as it was too far away for them to reach. The others soon drew their bows as well.

Vanya lifted a shield from the side of the ship and covered herself and her child under it. Arrows rained around them as her child fussed in his furs, confused about what was going on. Vanya watched her son with tears in her eyes, fearing for his life more than hers. But she needed to survive as well. With her dead, he would starve out at sea.

An arrow embedded itself into the shield, nearly stabbing her in the face. Vanya stared at the sharp metal panting in fear, her heart ready to jump off her chest at any second. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her arms grew weak from the onslaught of arrows. She couldn't hold out any longer. She lowered her shield slightly to look at the archers. The flying bolts were missing the boat, some too far away to hit. But one of the knights run into the water as far as he could and notched another arrow. The other followed his example.

There was no other way to save their child; her son needed to live. So with her last bit of courage, she lowered the shield and suspended it above her child, making sure it wouldn't get hit. The archer's arrow pierced her shoulder, sending her falling backward over the edge of the boat from the impact. Vanya reached to grab something, but her body fell over the edge, hitting the chilling waters below, rocking the boat with the whimpering babe inside.

The water swallowed her up, her wet dress dragging her down. Water clouded her vision as her lungs begged for air. She reached for the boat over her head, trying not to lose sight of it.

The arrow ceased firing; the knights satisfied when the ginger didn't come back up. They lowered their bows as the knight who shot her climbed from the water. "Get changed and return to the hall. Don't look suspicious." He ordered them and looked back at the floating boat with a lonely newborn in it. "Long live Silas the Great." Stithulf mocked, walking away from the scene satisfied while the other knights cleaned the hut from the blood and got rid of the body.

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imaginedisney1 · 4 years ago

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List of favorite!

Female Disney characters

*Warning this is just my opinion*

Honorable mentions ( Audrey Ramirez, Grandma Fa, Meg, Belle, Jasmine, Moana, Captain Amelia, Yzma,Colette, Frozone’s Wife, Madame Medusa,Mother Gothel)

10 ~ Helga Sinclair (Atlantis)

This list was SOOOO hard to make and rank everyone cause I love all of them and the honorable mentions in different ways. but Helga is a baddie I think her Audrey and Kida were one of the main reasons I watched the movie and LOVED IT it is still my top 5 favorite Disney movies to watch. She and the other women in the movie just radiate strength and elegance at the same time and her fighting skills against Rourke is just amazing and her send off at the end is iconic I literally quote her all the time, “nothing Personal”.

9 ~ Edna Mode (The incredibles)

For the short amount of scenes she is in, she makes the most of every one liner she has, she is probably the most quotable Disney character.....change my mind. When I was younger I would just yell “no capes” randomly through the house jumpscaring my parents (I have no regrets), I literally wanted to be just like her and live in a mega mansion just like hers. I love how she gave zero f@cks about who you were super or not she would tell your straight up and kick your @ss if needed, she’s iconic.

8 ~ Esmeralda (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

She is someone I would vote for to be my President, she is so beautiful, her hair, her eyes, her everything, I felt for her so much as a woman who was fighting against the injustice her people face and I can relate to her on a emotional and intellectual level even as a kid when I first watched the movie (which is also in my top 5 Disney movies). Her sass and roasts against Phoebus and Frollo always gets me hyped, and she is so creative in the way she performs and escapes situations with her goat, she is just all around great.

7 ~ Rapunzel (Tangled)

She is such is ray of sunshine (no pun intended)and I really related to her chaotic energy, she was instantly going to be one of my favorite Disney princesses just from her positive and bubbly nature in true princess nature, while also being naturally quirky and awkward from being inside for years is kinda relatable in this current moment. Her singing parts I just always know the lyrics by heart idk how since I don’t watch the movie that often but that’s how good they are, Rapunzel is a very hard character to dislike.

6 ~ Violet Parr (The Incredibles)

She is meme duchess, a Mighty and Powerful GOD!!! I loved her first movie and even more in the second movie, before going to see the second movie I was dealing with angst and anger everyday for no reason. So when I saw Violet having that same irration in the movie was so funny and accurate, I just love her iconic reaction to her crush who happened to be their waiter it KILLS ME. We must protect her at all costs.

5 ~ Nani (Lilo and Stitch)

I respect Nani so much as a big sister mother at such a young age taking on the responsibility of caring for sister and keeping her family together, yes she makes mistakes and can be crass at time but that’s why I love her. She’s not perfect at all and is hilarious for kids and adults to relate to in every way possible. She also reminds me of my sister being 12 years older than me it can feel like she trying to control and mother me which in my head is annoying like how Lilo feels, but I know she means well. So in conclusion Nani is a true Disney Princess.

4 ~ Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)

Speaking of Lilo....She is my future child, a little me. She’s weird, creative, funny, blunt, kind, and strong minded, I love her so much😍. What’s not to love her growth through the movies is ASTRONOMICAL, she starts out as awkward girl who feels like a weirdo who doesn’t fit in anywhere, and by the end is self assured, focused, ambitious, and confident and embraces her weirdly wonderful self. She is a legend I have nothing but amazing things to say about her.

3 ~ Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

She is immaculate she is ambitious, she is hardworking, she is a Disney Princess, like I am amazed at how hard she works for what she wants with something we can all aspire to and I am constantly rooting for her in everything. For Disney’s first black princess I think they did very well giving her a base for what kind of person she is and felt like good representation for black girls like me and she is so beautiful and Anika plays her so well, but I just wish she wasn’t a frog for 3/4 of the movie... that kinda through it off for me. But other than that even as a frog I just love her attitude about her self and how she pushes through tough times while also having the ability to be vulnerable as well. I just love Tiana and more people need to STOP sleeping on her.

2 ~ Kida (Atlantis)

A bad B!tch in every way, I had such a crush on her growing up I was just drawn to her character, her design of her hair and outfit is so amazingly creative, it makes it even better when knowing about all the heart that went into making this movie and her character. Her passion and love for her people is so strong that she is willing to let in strangers to help her, and try’s relentlessly to unclog the secrets to save her peoples future it’s so heartwarming how selfless she is (sounds like another characterfrom another studio I know...Proteus cough cough😏). Anyway she radiates inner and outer beauty through out the entire movie, she deserves all the praise, go watch the movie PLS.

DRUMROLL PEASE...

1 ~ Fa Mulan (Mulan)

I mean it shouldn’t be a surprise she is my favorite, from the time I was 5 and first watched this movie I knew it was true love, Mulan has always and will forever be my favorite Disney character and princess she is the number one OG, she is graceful, selfless, brave as F@CK, resourceful, independent, awkward, courageous, confident, and a DAMN BADASS hero with the biggest kill count of Disney history she puts the villains to shame I SAID IT! AND THAT HAIRCUT SCENE AMAZING. She is so wonderful on screen an seeing her defy the odds as a woman in war fighting for her father and self discovery, while also being a caring, determined and skillful fighter who sufferd through the odds to save ALL OF CHINA was so comforting and inspirational to me growing and even now as a new adult. The songs in the movie are bops, I love Shang he is my favorite Disney man, I love mushu he’s iconic, and I love Ling, Yao, and Chin po, that scene of Mulan looking out at China as the all bow to her is chilling. I will forever proudly say I love Mulan for the rest of my days.

#disneyedit #disney #art #mulanedit #mulan 2020 #atlantis #the incredibles #violet parr #no capes #i’m so gay #disneyfantasy #favorite characters #non disney #lovecore #the hunchback of notre dame #rapunzel

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1935

Goebbels diary extracts in which he mentions his children:

February 22, 1935

Wednesday: Magda is good. Helga is sweet.

April 19, 1935

For Hitler’s birthday: Helga's picture by Prof. Mikhailov. Delightful and brilliant. The Führer will like it.

April 21, 1935

The Führer phoned me. He is very pleased with Helga’s picture. (...)

Saturday: The Führer’s birthday. I’m going early to Berlin with Helga. Helga, with a small bunch of flowers, is the first one to be allowed to congratulate him. She is sweet and the Führer is completely delighted with her.

June 11, 1935

Sometimes she (Helga) gets a spanking. But then she behaves herself again.

July 1, 1935

Heiligendamm. Helga is already there. Hopefully a few weeks of rest.

July 5, 1935

Berlin. At home everything well. Helga and I are welcomed with cheers. Magda is so dear and the house is so comfortable. (...)

Departed with Helga. Farewell to Magda and Maria. Very stormy journey. Helga got seasick. But she keept herself brave, like a little heroine. (...) Frau Strehl und Ello came with a whole group of children. This is a joy for Helga, who is again completely recovered.

July 27, 1935

Thursday: Helga is angry and receives slaps. And then she is a model of charm and friendliness. (...) In the evening walked with Helga on the bridge. The sweetest of sweeties.

(...)

Early to bed. And today slept off. Helga romps around in the room. Nice Sunday.

August 1, 1935

Tuesday: Packing day. Sweet hour with Helga. Practiced obedience. Then off. Everyone is very touched. Helga is crying.

August 5, 1935

Out to Cladow. Sweet hours with Helga.

August 21, 1935

Magda and Helga make a short visit. The sweet little one!

August 25, 1935

Mrs. Jugo talks about the movie. A little relaxing after the worries. Helga is very sweet.

August 31, 1935

Cladow. Nice afternoon with Magda and Helga. Conversation with Magda: We do not understand each other anymore. But that will probably get better after the birth.

September 4, 1935

Cladow. Helga is so ill that she worries me. Poor soul! And how much I love her!

Tuesday: To Cladow. Played with Helga. She is still with high fever. I directly tremble for this tender creature. A lot of love brings a lot of grief. (...)

Helga is better. Thank God.

September 11, 1935

Monday: whole day at home. Read, wrote, sat by the fireplace, chatted with Magda, played with Helga.

September 14, 1935

Magda went to hospital. God grant that everything goes well and it is a boy.

September 23, 1935

At noon looked for chestnuts with Helga. The dear children! Magda comes from hospital. I drive the car to Saarow, a wonderful Sunday! When I come back, Magda seems to start again. We are all in a great deal of excitement. Back to hospital. Waiting worried! But there is nothing. We wait in vain. Stoeckel considers a caesarean section. I hope it will not be necessary.

September 25, 1935

Played with Helga.

Hospital. Argument with Magda. About Ello and Mrs. Strehl. Ello has apparently rushed. But then we reconcile ourselves again. Magda is so sore, the poor! Still waiting. (...)Hospital. Magda into labor. But there is nothing again. She goes back to sleep. (...) I'm untiringly waiting for our baby. It has to come at once.

October 3, 1935

Magda has started. I should call Stoeckel. Anxious waiting. 10 minutes of dreadful waiting. Then the quiet voice of the privy councillor: Congratulations, the boy is here! Indescribable! I dance with joy. He will be called Hellmuth. A cheering without end.

Back at 100 km. My hands are shaking with joy. To Magda. She breaks into an abrupt and anxious sobbing. The cute darling! Sweet, sweet! And there the little one lies: he looks like a Goebbels. I am perfectly happy. I could go round smashing things out of sheer joy. A boy!A boy! Home. Everything full of enthusiasm. Mountains of flowers and telegrammes.

(...)

A short film about Helga. From Heiligendamm. Sweet and adorable.

October 5, 1935

Went briefly to hospital. Magda is nice. The little one is our whole pride.

October 13, 1935

Work at home. Then with the Führer. With Helga. He really likes her. She is too cute.

(...)

Work at home. Magda comes home with Helmut from hospital. This joy! The whole house decorated and full of flowers. Magda cries with joy, the good, love! A nice afternoon with the children. The luck of the family. The nicest on earth.

October 19, 1935

Work at home. A beautiful family portrait in the “Berliner Illustrierten”. Helga is never scared.

October 30, 1935

Tuesday: my birthday. 38 years old. With wife and children. Hair already ... gray. But still a young heart. And courage for many actions. So the new year lays ahead! Magda congratulates first. Then the children. I will be shown a film with sound. A delightful idea of Magda and Mrs. Jugo.

(...)

Great visit in the evening. Führer, Blombergs, Darre, Helldorf. We are all have a lot of fun. Helga’s and Hilde's movie is shown.

November 1, 1935

Magda with Maria for the birthday. Helga is a sweet thing. Greets me with the words: »Good day, my father!« and then sits with mischief on her eyes. Played with her for long. This is my only and best rest.

November 7, 1935

Afternoon, worked at home. “Disciplined” Hilde.

November 11, 1935

Played with the sweet children. They are my luck and my sunshine.

November 27, 1935

Played with Helga. She is so sweet.

December 7, 1935

Work at home. Then with Magda and the children to the Christmas market. That is so rejoicing!

Through the fairytale town. The children's eyes radiate. Helga sings a song in front of Santa Claus. With Helga and the Führer. She is so cute.

December 9, 1935

Saturday: Collecting in front of the Hotel Adlon. 3 hours long. Always trapped between thousands (of people). Indescribable excitement. Helga donates first. Then 7 cans and 2 buckets full. A real folk festival.

December 11, 1935

Collecting day. Helga makes a donation.

December 21, 1935

Thursday: our wedding day. Reconciled with Magda. Helga is so cute. Worked a lot at home. And played with Helga! (...)

Helga brings her picture to the Führer for Christmas. He is very happy about it.

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geeky-introvert · 5 years ago

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Greeting’s my beautiful followers!

So, now that I’ve finished the stories that were voted for and lined up I’ve decided to do this again. I like it, and it’s a better way for me to know what my readers want to read. Now that the first half of Vikings is at an end I have ideas for stories so here are some to choose from. Don’t worry they’ll all be written I just want to know what people want first. Thank you to everyone who has continued to follow and read my stories it means the world to me. Love you all so much and stay safe. ❤️

What do you wonderful readers want to read next?

9 Votes . Blue Rose . Ubbe x OC Summary: An arranged marriage was made between the Saxon princess and Ubbe to gain land in England. She promised herself to be a good wife to the heathen and would do her best to please him, but when he ignores her and doesn’t even make effort to spend time with her she doesn’t know what to think or how to feel about the marriage....

8 Votes . Hidden . No Pairing Summary: The daughter of Floki and Helga has grown up with the sons of Ragnar all her life. Everything was fine until secrets were revealed that will change everything....

3 Votes . Dusk Of Time . Ivar X OC Summary: She hasn’t seen her husband since he was forced to flee from Kattegat from his brothers. As part of their plan she tried to escape in another direction with their daughter but were caught by Bjorn’s men. Now, she was forced to remain. They called it as their ‘guest’, she called it as their ‘prisoner’.....

3 Votes . Precious . Hvitserk X OC Summary: During the Mediterranean journey when they invade the Spanish city Hvitserk is eager to make a claim. He finds himself in a lush room but what grabs his attention is the woman caged like an animal....

7 Votes . Tasty . Hvitserk X Plus size OC Summary: She was nothing but the villages baker back in England until Heathens raided their town. Now she serves in Queen Aslaug’s hall as a cook and slave. Hvitserk likes the taste of her sweet pies and goes to pay her a visit, and let’s just say he’s really hungry for more….

I’ll keep this running for a few days. Vote away!

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straightupstrangetimes · 5 years ago

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13 Not-So-Scary Movies to Get You in the Halloween Spirit!

Contributed by Kris Rustic, host of Obscure Anomalies podcast

Halloween is around the corner. Everywhere you look a horror movie is playing. For me, I love it. There is just something about being scared while knowing full well you are safe. But not everyone is into that sort of thing. My wife is one, so I tried to find lists of not-so-scary movies but was having trouble coming up with one, so I decided to write my own.

Please keep in mind, I did try to keep the list more kid and family friendly.

13. HOCUS POCUS

300 years have passed since the Sanderson sisters were executed for practicing dark witchcraft. Returning to life, thanks to a combination of a spell spoken before their demise and the accidental actions of Max, the new-kid-in-town, the sisters have but one night to secure their continuing existence. With the help of his younger sister Dani, his high school crush Allison, and a magical cat, it is up to Max to save the children of Salem.

A must see on any Halloween movie list. Full of light-hearted humour, this film is loved by people of all ages.

Watch it: Amazon Rent or Buy

12. CASPER (1995)

Furious that her late father only willed her his gloomy-looking mansion rather than his millions, Carrigan Crittenden makes a plan to burn the place to the ground. That is, until she finds a map leading to a treasure hidden under the house. But when she enters the rickety mansion to seek her claim, she is frightened away by the mansions ghostly inhabitants. Determined to get her hands on this hidden fortune, Crittenden hires afterlife therapist Dr. James Harvey to exorcise the ghosts from the mansion. Harvey and his daughter Kat move in and soon Kat befriends Casper, the ghost of a young boy, who is “the friendly ghost.” But not so friendly are Casper’s uncles--Stretch, Fatso and Stinkie--who are determined to drive all “fleshies” away. It is up to Harvey and Kat to help the ghosts cross over to the other side.

I may get some flack putting Casper this high up on the list, but hey, to each their own. Casper is a fun little film filled with the right amount of supernatural scares placed inside a package that every age can enjoy.

Watch it: Starz; Amazon Rent or Buy

11. THE WITCHES

While staying at a hotel in England with his grandmother, Helga, young Luke inadvertently spies on a convention of witches. The Grand High Witch reveals a plan to turn all children into mice through a magical formula. When they find that Luke has overheard, the witches test the formula on him. Now, with the help of his grandmother and new friend Bruno Jenkins, Luke the mouse must fight back against the evil witches.

Based on the book of the same name, The Witches is a classic. This may be one of the more frightening films on the list but is still children-friendly. Besides, who doesn’t want to save the world as a mouse.

Watch it: Amazon Rent or Buy

10. THE MONSTER SQUAD

The Monster Squad is a club of friends who idolize the classic monster-movies, especially their non-human stars. One day, Dracula, the Mummy, Frankenstein’s Monster, and other classic horror icons, all of which the club idolize, arrive in town in search of a magic amulet to destroy all the good in the world. It is up to the five friends to save the amulet from destruction and use it to cast the monsters into limbo.

One part The Goonies, one part Ghostbusters, and one part Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, the Monster Squad is a true cult classic that was way ahead of its time.

Watch for yourself and find out if the “Wolfman has nards.”

Watch it: Amazon Rent or Buy

9. BEETLEJUICE

Adam and Barbara are like every other happily married couple -- who just happen to also be dead! Before they died, Adam and Barbara had spent their vacation to decorate and make the house their own, that is, until the fatal car crash. Unfortunately, a new family is moving in, and not quietly as they make plans to redecorate the house with the help of an interior designer. Adam and Barbara try to scare them out, but end up becoming the main attraction to the money making family. They call upon Beetlejuice to help, but Beetlejuice has more in mind than just helping.

While having a special place in my heart for taking place in Connecticut, Beetlejuice is an all around classic starting Michael Keaton and a young Winona Ryder.

Watch it:: Amazon Rent or Buy

8. PARANORMAN

Norman Babcock has the ability to speak with the dead -- and he often prefers their company to that of the living. Norman learns from his estranged uncle that a centuries-old witch’s curse on their town is real and about to come true -- and only Norman can stop it. When zombies rise from their graves, Norman and his ragtag team must summon all their courage and compassion to the limit to save his fellow townspeople. Taking place in the fictional town of Blithe Hollow, this stop-motion film is a beautiful take on the Salem Witch Trials.

I have to admit, I slept on this movie when it first came out. I had no interest in it at all, but then I watched it and became an instant favourite. The humour is a little more blue for a “children’s” movie, but the lesson learned in the end is valuable for all involved. Did I mention it is also well known for being the first mainstream animated film with an openly gay character?

Watch it: Sadly it is not available for streaming on Amazon, Netflix, or Hulu at this time, due to licensing agreements

7. FRANKENWEENIE

Young Victor Frankenstein is a science nerd and an outsider at school, but he does have one friend, his dog Sparky. Sadly, tragedy strikes, taking Sparky away from Victor. Heartbroken, Victor is given an idea of how to bring Sparky back to life. The experiment is a success and everything goes fine, that is, until his fellow students learn of his secret and use it to resurrect their beloved lost pets. Frankenweenie is a heartwarming tale of a boy and his dog, and the lengths we would go to keep our beloved friend.

I consider Frankenweenie to be the sister movie to ParaNorman. Both are stop motion and came out in the same year. The difference is Frankenweenie takes you back to the classic universal horror icons in a brand-new way. Did I mention it is in black and white and has that classic monster movie feel?

watch it: Rent on Youtube

6. NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS

What happens to the Pumpkin King when he tires of being just that, the King of Halloween. Jack Skellington is bored of the same annual routine of scaring the people of the real world. One day, he stumbles upon Christmastown, full of bright colours and warm spirits, bringing a new lease to Jack’s life. He plots to bring Christmas under his control, only to find that the best-laid plans of mice and skeleton can go awry.

Originally I intended only one movie per director, but I don’t think you can begin to discuss family friendly Halloween without Tim Burton, especially because you cannot have a Halloween list without Nightmare Before Christmas. In all fairness, this is the perfect movie to finish out the year with.

Watch it: Amazon Rent or Buy

5. COCO

Miguel dream of becoming a musician, just like his idol, Ernesto de la Cruz. The problem, his family has a generations-old ban on music. Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel steals Ernesto’s guitar and finds himself in the colourful Land of the Dead. With the help of a charming trickster named Héctor and Miguel’s dog Dante, Miguel must find his way back home, meanwhile learning the truth about his family’s past.

All bite. Coco is a Dia de los Muertos movie. I know some of you will complain that it is not a Halloween movie. Truth is, the spirit of Dia de los Muertos and Halloween are close enough for me to warrant inclusion into the list. The scenery and background is gorgeous, the story will tug at the heartstrings, and you will get to learn a little about the culture behind Dia de los Muertos, even if a bit Disneytized.

Watch it: Netflix

4. HALLOWEENTOWN

On Halloween, while Marnie is arguing with her mother Gwen, the kids’ grandmother Aggie comes to visit. Aggie wants to start Marnie’s witch training before her 13th birthday or Marnie will lose her powers forever. But there is another reason for Aggie’s visit. Something dark and evil is growing in Halloweentown, and Aggie wants help to defeat it. While Aggie and Gwen are arguing, Aggie uses magic, which Marnie observes. After Aggie leaves to return to Halloweentown, Marnie, Dylan and, unknown to Marnie and Dylan, Sophie follow her onto the return bus. Soon afterwards, Gwen follows the children to Halloweentown. While there, Aggie and Gwen are attacked by the dark force. Marnie, Dylan and Sophie have to race to get the ingredients to activate Merlin’s Wand to stop the evil and save Halloweentown.

A classic made for TV Disney movie, this film (and all sequels) are a perfect Halloween movie for all ages, and albeit a little cheesy at times. But who doesn’t love the occasional cheesy movie?

3. SCOOBY DOO AND THE WITCH’S GHOST

When the Master Gang Scooby meet a famous horror writer Ben Ravencroft (who may or may not be based off of Stephen King) during their last mystery, he invites them to his small hometown of Oakhaven, Massachusetts to join in the annual Autumn Fest. Ravencroft tells the Mystery Gang about the history of his ancestor, Sarah Ravencroft, who happened to be an evil witch and is supposedly haunting the town of Oakhaven. The gang decides to help the town and solve the mystery of the Witch’s Ghost.

This was tough to pick. We have Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School, Scooby Doo and Zombie Island, I mean honestly any Scooby Doo movie could fit. But I picked Witch’s Ghost for three simple reasons: takes place during the fall, witches, and the Hex Girls, a fictional all-female Goth Rock Band.

Watch it: Amazon Prime, Boomerang Channel on Amazon

2. MONSTER HOUSE

13-year-old DJ is obsessed with his creepy neighbour, Nebbercracker, and his eerie house. After all, rumours of his past have run rampant in the town. But one day, DJ and his friends witness the house come to life. Unable to find an adult that will believe him, and with Halloween vastly approaching, it is up to DJ and his friends to find a way to destroy the house before innocent trick-or-treaters meet their end.

At times, this film is a little on the frightening side, at least for the younger ones. The characters are well thought out and put together. While the animation is not ground breaking, it looks great and fits the movie perfectly. A perfect film for those looking for a fun, clean movie this Halloween.

Watch it: Amazon Rent or Buy

1. GOOSEBUMPS 2: HAUNTED HALLOWEEN

While collecting junk from an abandoned house, best friends Sonny and Sam come across an unpublished “Goosebumps” book. Opening it, they release Slappy, a mischievous talking dummy. Hoping to start a family, Slappy kidnaps Sonny’s mother and brings fourth all of his ghoulish friends (creatures and monsters from the Goosebumps novels) to life, just in time for Halloween. The sleepy town becomes overrun with monsters, witches, and other mysterious creatures. It is up to Sonny, his sister Sarah, and Sam to save their town, his mother, and foil Slappy’s plans.

Goosebumps (2015) is a pure nostalgia ride with a brand new feel and Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween is no different. Trading in some of the humor for a little more horror feel, the movie has a little bit to offer for everyone.

Watch it: Netflix

The truth of the matter is, this list is not perfect and may never be complete, but it is a great starting point to the ever growing list of the Not-So-Scary Halloween movies. I feel in writing this, I have left so many great films off, so I have a list of some runner up films that just barely missed being on my top 13.

RUNNER UPS

HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA

Dracula and the classic horror monsters are afraid of humans. In an attempt to take a vacation away from humanity, Dracula operates a hotel way off in the woods. One day, a brave human makes his way to the castle, where the human and Dracula’s daughter “Zing”.

ADDAMS FAMILY (1991)

A man claiming to be Uncle Fester, the missing brother of Gomez Addams shows up at the Addam’s household. The family is thrilled, however Morticia begins to suspect the man is a fraud as he cannot recall details of Fester’s life. With the help of a lawyer, Fester manages to get the Addams evicted from the home. Can the Addam’s family save Uncle Fester? Can they get their home back?

DOUBLE DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE

The Farmer family is in debt and might lose their house. The Farmer Twins discover the somebody mean and shrewd is responsible for all the family problems. The determined twins try to trick at their evil aunt out of her magic moonstone to save their family home.

THE ADVENTURES OF ICHABOD AND MR. TOAD

Two animated adaptations of classic literature adapted by Disney make up this film, which is the only reason it made the runner up list as Mr. Toad, while good, has nothing to do with Halloween. However, in the “Legend of Sleepy Hollow” the gangly schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane, falls for the beautiful Katrina Van Tassel. Caught in a love triangle with Katrina and Brom Bones, Ichabod fears the local legend of the Headless Horseman. Is the legend more truth than lore?

ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS MEET THE WOLFMAN

Alvin loves monsters and monster movies, though he is terrified of them. Stuck with Werewolves on the mind, he believes his next door neighbour is one. Reluctantly, Simon helps Alvin investigate the neighbour. Meanwhile Theodore is bitten by a strange dog, and finds his inner “inner monster” and starts behaving like a werewolf himself.

Did I miss your favourite Not-So-Scary Halloween movie? Let me know what it is in the comments below.

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nedrasnielsen · 4 years ago

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Walter looked over at his wife ……

Look, Mary, We have to do something. Angel… I mean this little girl can’t stay here another night. She will freeze or worse something could happen to her. Do you want that on your conscience?

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Mary looked over at Walter and said. ” That child is no concern of mine. And if you bring her home, I WILL LEAVE”! Walter was astounded that Mary no longer had any heart at all. He just couldn’t believe it. How could she have become so cold?

Walter turned back to Mary and looked her straight in the eye. “THEN LEAVE MARY.” Mary gasp. ” You really feel that way, Walter.” “Yes, I do Mary.” Some of the other merchants had heard the commotion and had begun to stare. Walter looked around at everyone. “Haven’t any of you noticed the little girl in the corner. Are we all going to do nothing. We need to help her. She is alone with nowhere to go. Well, I’m going to help her.” Said, Walter.

Mary broke out into tears hoping for sympathy from someone in the crowd. Not a soul even cared. But the little girl in the corner was getting scared. Angel had begun to cry. She never wanted to start an argument for Walter. Even Max was scared and was huddled down tight in the bonnet. Walter saw that Angel was afraid.

Walter walked over to Angel and dried her tears. I’m sorry Walter. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’m So sorry. This is not how things are supposed to be. I’m sorry. Walter took Angel in his arms and hugged her tight without hurting Max. Max could tell it was Walter and was now trying to get out of the bag. As he poked his head up it made Walter and Angel smile. Walter asked Angel to walk over to the crowd with him. ” No Walter I can’t, Your wife I’m afraid of her.” Now, Now, my child everything will be just fine. Come on Angel. Walter took her by the hand and together they walked over to the others. Mary could see she wasn’t going to get her way this time. Walter always gave in to her. She wondered what made this time so different from the others.

Angel’s hands were shaking and her whole body was starting to tremble. She was so scared. One of the ladies in the group walked up to Angel and kneeled down in front of her, The ladies name was Helga. Helga was a very kind and generous person. Anyone in the crowd could testify to this. She had long red hair pulled around to the side in a fashionable fall. Helga was very beautiful and Mary had always been jealous of her. Mary was about to become even more jealous. Walter had always thought highly of Helga.

As Helga sat in front of Angel she kindly asked why she was there and what could they do for her. ” How can we help you, Child.” Why have you been here waiting? Angel began to sob so hard that Max started to bark and lick her face. Walter reminded her not to worry, Max was fine and no one would take him away from her. Max popped out of the bonnet and was startled by the large crowd. Helga asked again”How can we help you Child?

Sorry Guys this is all I had time to write. I think I’ll do another Little Girl in the Corner tomorrow. Have a fantastic day. I hope you like my little story.

Stormy

The Little Girl in the Corner Part 3 Walter looked over at his wife ...... Look, Mary, We have to do something. Angel... I mean this little girl can't stay here another night.

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reeree1500 · 5 years ago

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The Return- Part 5

Guys I'm so sorryyyy!😭I HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK😭 It was actually so bad! And then the fact that Tumblr deleted my whole draft and I had to start it over again🙄 Big surprise towards the end btw😂Anyway here's part 5 y'all...

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Flashback to 6 years ago...

“RUN! (Y/N)! RUN!” Helga screamed...

On that fateful night you had been awakened from your slumber by one very worried Helga. She was the wife of the scary looking man Floki. And you could never come to understand how such a cheerful and radiant person, could be with someone so dark and mean. Helga had come in to the homestead whilst everyone was asleep. She had overheard her husband and Aslaug talk about getting rid of the christian child of Ragnar Lothbrok. She knew about (y/n), but she never thought that an innocent child would have to pay for the sins committed by those around her.

As Helga made her way silently across the home trying to find the child, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She was betraying her husband and the Queen at that. But she couldn't get over the fact that an innocent child would be murdered. When she sees (y/n)’s and Bjorn’s bodies cuddle up on the bed, she softly approaches the little girls’ side. Tapping her on the shoulder she manages to wake (y/n) up. Startled you go try tp scream and thats when she places her delicate finger over your lips. Signalling you to be quiet. “Follow me, you and your family are in grave danger.” The feeling of wanting to protect your family from anything consumed you. Even being 13 years old you understood that family came first and that you would gladly lay down your life to save theirs. With that, you untangled yourself form Bjorn’s embrace and gave him a small peck on his forehead, then you made your way to your parent’s room. You peeked inside to make sure they were asleep and then tip toeing to where they lay in an embrace you softly kissed both of them goodbye.

You knew that this may very well be the last time you ever saw your parents. But, you could tell through the look in Helga’s eyes that whatever she was talking about your family being in danger was in fact the truth. Helga helped you gather some of your things quickly and as you rushed to the door, you almost forgot your teddy. “Wait, I need to grab my teddy. I cant leave without it, its the only thing I’ll have left of them.” You silently whisper towards Helga as she stands watch by the door. “Ok, but you must hurry. They'll be here any second now. And if they find you, I can assure you that no one will survive.” At that you scurry back towards your room. In there you find a sleepy headed Bjorn almost waking up. “(y/n), what are you doing? Come back to bed, you know we’re gonna start your training tomorrow morning.” He yawns out. “Sorry, I'm just really thirsty. Ill get a glass of water and come back ok?” you murmur to him. Bjorn just nods whilst yawning and goes back to sleep. But before you close the door and disappear you can hear him murmur the words I love you...

Your POV

After the moment that we shared in the Great Hall as a family happened. Mother, father, Bjorn and I had gone down to the lake by the old homestead we once lived in. There we all lied down on the grass and I had caught them all up on what had transpired on that night 6 years ago. “So let me clear this up, Helga...as in Floki’s wife. Broke into our home and kidnapped you and then sent you away on a boat to Frankia...” said Lagertha trying to wrap her head around the subject. “Well, mother I wouldn't really put it like that, but technically yes. She kidnapped me in order to save me and yourselves. Or so she claimed. She didn't really get into details on who was after me. She just told me that my life was in danger and I finally believed her when we were being chased by a group of mercenaries.” I respond to her. In that we all fall into silence. Over looking the lake I can tell that my family is processing all this information. Not only because of how quiet they are at the moment, but because I can feel their eyes on me. As if they believe that I shall vanish right in front of them.

“I missed this... Having my family together, overlooking the lake and just the serene and calming effect that this place has on us.” My father breaks the silence as he looks out towards the lake. He runs his fingers through my mother’s hair. And I cannot help but think about how come they never told me. “Soooo... since we’re all together finally. Can someone tell me how in the name of God and all that is good. No one ever told me about Aslaug and her sons?” With that my father’s fingers come to a stop at the ends of my mother’s long golden locks. “It just went something you tell your child out of the blue, (y/n).” My mother responds for my father. They always did this. Even as a child, when one of them was being questioned. The other would jump in and save them as if the question was directed at them. “But why keep it a secret? I don't understand, if you were married to Aslaug and Ivar and I are the same age that means that you laid with mother during the time you were married to her. Meaning that I have no claim to anything. Im a bastard.” At this my father lifts my mothers head from his lap and turns to me. Rage and sadness is what I am able to detect from his electric blue eyes.

“You are not a bastard child! I will not have you slander my name or your mothers with such lies. Your mother and I are married, in the eyes of both the Christian God and Freyja and Odin. Yes, your mother left me when Aslaug became pregnant with Ubbe. And many years later she came back to me, however I could not let her go. Be it selfishness or pride, she was mine and I am hers. Till death do us part!” At that tears well up in my eyes. Not because Ive just been scolded by my father. But, because this is the first time that I could really say that he has shown me his emotions. The night where we reunited, was only a small glance of emotion. But, this moment here had probably been the closest thing to a heart to heart that I have ever had with my father. He wipes my tears away and then goes to face Lagertha who had also been tearing up through this revelation. And they share a small, but passionate kiss.

I do not know if its just the overwhelming emotion that I’m processing, but I cannot help but bring my finger to my lips and think of a certain ill tempered boy...

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As the hours went by, we had decided to not only renovate and clean up the homestead. But we relieved some of the old memories we had. Bjorn and I decided to get in the water and go for a swim. Whilst Lagertha and Ragnar stayed in the house “cleaning up”. Bjorn and I knew exactly what that meant. As I laugh thinking about the situation that my parents are in. Bjorn sneaks up behind me and dunks my head into the water. I try my hardest to push him away and try to get rid of his hold on my head. My lungs need a break and as I almost felt my self drifting away, Bjorn pulls me back up. Gasping for air and coughing out the water from inside. I turn around and hit Bjorn’s chest as hard as I could muster at the moment. “Bjorn! What the hell!! you could've killed me!” I yell at him through my punches. “Ow..ow.. OW!!!. I was just joking... Jeez woman lose up!” He responds trying to shield himself form my hits. “Well it wasn't funny...”

As I swim towards the shore and go to collect my clothes, Bjorn turns me around and looks into my eyes. “We need to talk. And it’s not something that you are not getting yourself out of.” At this I can only gulp. Did he find out about Ivar and I? Is it possible that Hvitserk told him? No..no, Hvitty wouldn't do that. But then again he’s know the boys his whole life. I have just met them. “What about, big brother?” “Sigurd told me something when we had been waiting for mother’s arrival. And you could say I‘m a little concerned, and I just want to get to the bottom of it.” He says while eyeing me carefully. At that moment before I could respond the sound of the horses hooves could be heard form down the road. Bjorn and I quickly exchange looks and begin to dress immediately. We run towards the homestead and burst through the doors. It seems as whatever mother and father had been up to had just finished.

Seeing our exasperated sighing and how flustered I must have looked father reaches for his sword. “Why are you both so out of breath?” Mother asks wrapping the quilt around herself. “We heard horses down the road. We didn't know if they were friend or foe. And Bjorn didn't have any of his weapons with him.” I manage to get out. At this both father and Bjorn make their way towards the door. Peeking out the one of the small holes Bjorn is able to make out who it was standing outside. “Its the guards accompanied by Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar.” Something told me that this would be quite eventful...

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Ivar POV

The moment (y/n) and her mother reunited in the great hall brought a tear to everyones eye. I admit that maybe I got a little emotional as well, but no one would ever know that. However, I noticed that my beautiful mother had left the room with rage and tear filled eyes. I had never seen my mother go through so many emotions in one day. She went from having a good blessed morning to having a shit hole day with that whore Lagertha coming back. I mean she gave birth to my beautiful (y/n), but still. Every time I see her I cannot help, but want to choke her to death fro all the pain she caused my mother.

Shaking me from my thoughts Ubbe starts going off on Hvitserk. “How could you be so stupid! (Y/n) has a target on her back and you decided to go off into the woods alone without anyone else?!?!?!” In this sense Ubbe was right, Hvitserk put (y/n)’s life in danger all because he wanted to take her from me. It wasn't enough for these people that I am a cripple. But they want to take the woman that the gods sent to me! This is unacceptable and I will not allow it. “Ubbe is right. She could have been killed because of your insolence Hvitty!” I scream at him. My blood had been boiling at this point. “Oh shut up Ivar! We all know that if she would have asked you to go with her, you would have done the same. If not take her some place remote where she could not leave your crippled ass!” Hvitserk barks back at me.

All this time Sigurd is sitting by the fire pit whilst tuning his lyre. “You both should just accept the fact that you're in love with your own sister. And that it will never go anywhere. Besides I overheard father speaking in his chambers the other day with Bjorn. They're looking for suitors to marry her off to. That way she will be hopefully safe from whoever is hunting her.” Sigurd says as calm as one could ever be. At this my mouth hangs open and Hvitserk and I exchange glances. “N..No... That cannot be. Father would never marry (y/n) off to someone she doesn't know. And the fact that he just got her back should keep him form doing so as well.” Hvitserk struggles to say. Im still trying to process the fact that my purpose to live will be taken from me once again. This I cannot allow...

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“Ivar you’re sure that this is the right way?” Hvitserk asks me for the hundredth time. This time instead of answering I just keep going. This man-child will not drive me insane today. Not when the task at hand is so dire. Making our way through the woods and down the path, I spot my father’s horse as well as 3 other ones. Urging my horses to go faster I catch a glimpse of (y/n) runnings towards the homestead whilst trying to slip her dress back on. The way that the drops fell from her hair and onto her chest and then down the valley of her breasts made me come to a halt. Before I knew it the guards and Ubbe had all passed me and there I was still sitting in my carriage on the same spot. Once she was out of my sight, I got it together and got to the house. There we were greeted by father and Bjorn. “Ubbe. what brings you all down here?” my father asks. “We wished to know what we should do about the investigation. You all just took off without alerting anyone.” At that Lagertha steps out of the homestead clearly in a disheveled dress. From that we can guess what her and father were up to before we could get here.

“Actually Ubbe... Your father and I have come to terms that (y/n) shall be trained by me. This way I can properly teach her how to use her strengths and weaknesses to her advantage. Something you boys will not be able to teach her.” At the mention of this (y/n)’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well... Mother (y/n) isn't really one to train, if Im honest with you. Poor girl is was never taught how to properly defend herself. And through all the training that we've put her through, its not much of an improvement...” Bjorn says, but then trails off due to (y/n) punching him in the gut. I can tell you that I have never been as in love with someone as I am with my own sister. Which is ridiculous to many, but the truth...

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Your POV

Weeks from the time that my mother arrived had gone by. My training started immediately after the conversation that we all had at the porch. Ubbe and the boys had finally gotten somewhere with the investigation with the help of Lagertha. They had found the murder weapon, a small dagger with intricate designs. Bjorn had taken it to get a closer look, but from what I had seen in his eyes I could tell that he knew who was behind this. As I think of who could have been behind the murder of my best friend, the wind is knocked out of me. “(Y/N)! Concentrate! Never take your eyes off your opponent! Thats the number one rule on the battlefield!” My mother yells at me from above. Extending her hand out towards me I grasp on to it and she pulls me up from the ground. Dusting myself off I mumble an I’m sorry to her and that I will concentrate next time. “When facing a real opponent child you will not have the luxury to be better again. Its do or die!” She holds onto my shoulders as she looks into my eyes and then leans her forehead against mine. “I want you to be able to defend yourself. It might come a time where neither your father or I. Bjorn and your brothers will be there to protect you. And I need to be able to sleep at night with the thought that my child will not be taken from me again by some imbecile...”

My mother and I exchange a final glance before she heads off towards the great hall in what I think is an attempt to find my father. My father and Bjorn have been very secretive lately. Every time I walk into a room I can tell that the conversations they were having were about me before I got there. And it was very much getting on my nerves. Picking up the bow that Ivar had made for me I start to aim at the dummy target. But before I knew it something startles me and I let go of the arrow without knowing where it would hit. “AHHHHH, are you trying to kill me woman?!??!”

“Ivar, Oh my God I’m so sorry. You startled me.” I say whilst rushing towards him. “I see that you've taken a liking to the bow I crafted for you...” blushing from his words I simply nod my head and stare at the ground. “(y/n). I wanna have a serious conversation with you. But it must be done in private.” He whispers the last part to me. I rear my head towards him and proceed to grab his hand. Ivar takes it upon himself though to lace our fingers together and walk together to "our” chambers. Passing by the market, I notice the looks that people have been given us and the not so quiet whispers. Embarrassed and not wanting to drag attention to myself anymore than I already have. I attempt to let go of Ivar’s hand, but he will have none of it. He jut grips my hand harder and walks a little faster towards the cabin.

Once inside Ivar walks towards the bed and starts taking off his braces. “Close the door please. I would like this to be a private conversation between you and I. For the time being.” Doing as told, I close the door behind me and make my way towards him. Ivar is struggling to get one of his braces off, so without thinking I kneel before him and push his hands away to try and help him out. At this action Ivar looks at me with shock and a hint of adoration. Over the last 3 months that I have been here. I observed Ivar take his braces off before bed. Something about them fascinated me and I couldn't pinpoint what it was. Picking myself up from the floor I go to sit beside him on the bed in one swift movement Ivar pushes me back on the bed and gets on top of me.

Before I could scream his lips touch mine. Unlike the times before I find myself reciprocating the kiss. Our lips begin to move in sync with each other. He traced his tongue on my bottom lip asking for entrance which I denied. At this he got frustrated and slapped my ass. As I opened my mouth to yell at him for hitting me, he took this as a chance to slip his tongue in my mouth. There was no fight for dominance as he overtook the situation. My fingers tangle in his hair trying to pull him closer to me. His hands caress my sides and then cup my breasts. In this I cant help, but let out a moan. Ivar pulls back and stares at me while bringing his hand up to brush my hair outta my face. “I would really love to continue this, but there's something I have to tell you (y/n).” He untangles himself from my grasp and brings my hand to his lips. Placing small kisses on the back of my hand he closes his eyes and then reluctantly gets up. As I lay on the bed, I can only think of what we were up to seconds ago. What would have happened if we didn't stop. Pulling me into his lap and out of my thoughts Ivar grabs my face in his hands.

“Before you got here I was a scared and lonely boy. With no notion of what love was or could have been. To think that the gods made you especially for me and brought you to me at the most opportune time is a sign from Odin himself. (Y/n) I will not let them take you away from me. Not now or ever...” Ivar closes the gap between us with a small and tender kiss. “Ivar... it’s wrong. How we feel about one another isn't right...” my eyes well up with tears. What cruel joke is this that God is playing. Why? How come the man that I love is my brother... Brushing my tears away, I could tell that Ivar is having the same predicament. “Father plans to marry you off... That is what I wanted to talk to you about.” His eyes do not meet mine this time. “Wait...no it cant be. Father would never do that. he always said that I would be free to marry whomever I pleased and fell in love with...” Nothing the change in my breathing Ivar hugs me and rubs my back. “I will not let them. You will not be sold like cattle just because they cant find the killer and are afraid.”

“This is why I want you to runaway with me. Will you (y/n)...”

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Bjorn POV

I cannot control the anger boiling inside me. How could she do this... Storming off from the meeting I went straight to my cabin. There she greeted me as if nothing was wrong. “Love I made some...” Throwing the bowl of soup from her hands I pushed her back onto a chair. “Bjorn what's wrong with yo...” “What wrong with me?!?!?! How about what's wrong with you? You killed Mira! You tried to kill my sister!” At this point all I see is red. I cant even describe how I felt when I saw that the murder weapon was Torvi’s dagger. And to think I was gonna tell her the truth and let her in on the reason as to why she could be wanted dead. “Bjorn.. please! It was not like I wanted to do it! Aslaug forced me too. She had said that you were in danger! Please Bjorn you have to believe me! I did it for our family!” Shaking my head at her I turn around and head towards the door. “Get your stuff, I don't want you here when I come back. I will tell my father everything that you and Aslaug have been planning. And for the sake of what we once had I will give you this heads up so you can leave. And do not come back!” Slamming the door of the cabin I head towards the great hall and begin t think to myself about the first time I laid eye son my sister....

19 years ago...

“Bjorn... come meet her.” I didn't want anything associated with that child. The fact that I had already lost a sister and that my parents had now taken in a child that wasn't theirs baffled me. “She's not my sister. She the child of a christian priest...” At that my mother looks at me with sadness in her eyes. “Bjorn I know that you still hurt over Gyda and the fact that she didn't survive and you did. This child however is your sister. No matter how she came into this world, the gods have given us a second chance. Please come and meet her, for my sake?” At that I go towards my mother and get a closer look at the child. Her features resembled that somewhat of my father’s. Not much, but enough to be able to pass as the child of my father and mother. “What about Athelstan? Is he okay with you taking his child?” I ask my mother. At that my father walks in and kneels before me. “You must protect her with your life Bjorn. From this day onward she will be yours to take care off. She is your sister and no one must know that in fact she is Athelstan’s daughter or she and all of us will be in danger.” At that I understood why my parents had done it. Taken a child that wasn't theirs in order to protect it. Although I didn't want her, I cant help but feel a strong sense of protection over her. As if my sole task in this world is to protect her... “Bjorn...she doesn't have a name yet. Would you like to name her?” My mother asks whilst placing the child in my arms. The baby opens her eyes and looks up at me. Her beautiful eyes open up to reveal those (y/e/c) orbs. She cracks a smile at me and at that I cant help, but laugh. “(Y/n)...her name will be (y/n).”

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harleysarchive · 7 years ago

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Innocent Flower - Ragnar Lothbrok x reader (part two)

Fandom: Vikings

Warning: Ragnar being creepy (again)

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x reader

Summary: Ragnar can’t help himself but to find the innocent reader very intriguing.

Part one

A/N: You asked for a second part, so here you go! Hope you’ll like it :3

You and Helga had continued the shopping trip around the market together. She helped you pick out the best flowers and herbs for the medication that you were planning to do.

“So, what did Ragnar say to you before?” Helga asked as you paid for a loaf of bread for you two to share later.

“Not much, just that he had not seen me before.”

“You must be careful with him (Y/N). He is a man that get what he wants.”

“I know, Helga. Do not worry.” You said and smiled at her.

Ragnar had gone up to Floki and demanded him to tell him everything about you.

“What can you tell me about (Y/N)?”

“Not much. She lives in the forest alone.”

“Why?”

“Because she likes to be alone, she likes nature, Ragnar.”

Ragnar caught a glimpse of your green coat again and grinned. He had to have you, even if it was the gods will or not.

“You are fond of her.” Floki said and giggled.

”Yes.”

“Aye, brother. She is a beauty to look at. Unfortunately for you, you are already married.”

Ragnar muttered something under his breath, feeling annoyed over the fact that Rollo was right. He was married, to a woman who he didn’t love.

”Floki?”

”Yes, Ragnar?”

”Show me where (Y/N) lives.”

You and Helga sat on the grass field outside your cottage, eating the loaf that Helga bought earlier. You talked and laughed about the silliest things and updated each other on what has happened sense you last saw each other.

Helga talked about how she wanted a child and Floki didn’t because of who he was and his destiny to the gods to build boats for Ragnar. It made you a little sad to see her unhappy, but you told her that Floki would come around eventually and she would be the best mother.

”Do not worry, Helga. He will give you a child and he will love it as much as you will.” you said and touched your best friend hand.

”I hope so too.” she said giving me a sad smile. We talked a little longer and then she helped me pack my things and we walked to my cottage.

My sheep’s was making more noise that usual, which was worrisome. You fasten your pace until you reached your cottage. There sat Ragnar with a lamb in his arms, nuzzling it and giving it kisses. Floki came forward from behind one of the trees.

“Hello again.” Ragnar said when he saw you and Helga arrive. You stood there shocked and looked between him and the lamb. Ragnar kept on stroking the lambs fur while never letting his eyes leaving you.

“Ragnar, Floki, what are you doing here?” Helga asked and looked between the two men.

”Not much, we just happened to find this house when we were out looking for food.” Ragnar said and caressed the lambs head. Something about what he said didn’t feel quite right. Floki scratched his neck when Ragnar spoke, as if it was a coincidence that they were here.

“Really, my king?”

“Yes.”

“You just happened to find my cottage in the woods and to cuddle with one of my lambs?”

“Yes. It was too cute to resist.”

You shook your head at his silliness. How could someone like him find an interest in someone ordinary as you?

“Floki don’t you and Helga have somewhere to be? Somewhere not here?” Ragnar asked and raised his eyebrows towards Floki. Helga moved slowly towards Floki. Looking back at you and you told her to go and that you would be fine.

Ragnar let go of the lamp at walked towards you.

“Hi again.”

“Hello.”

“It is good to see you again.”

“It is very odd indeed, my king.”

He muttered and shook his head.

“You do not have to call me your king, (Y/N).”

“But you are my king, my king.”

His blue eyes burned into your own. You couldn’t look anywhere else but at him. He was so attractive and intriguing that it almost scared you. Someone like him shouldn’t like someone like you. It was wrong, why had the gods send him your way you did not know.

“You intrigue me.” Ragnar breathed out moving his hand to touch your cheek. “Everything about you is calling to me. I need to protect you, to love you and to be with you.”

“My king…”

He touched your cheek so gently, almost as he was scared to hurt you with his touch and he was. He thought himself of a scary Viking. He had killed before, without hesitation and even had slept with other women than his wife. He wasn’t a good man and he knew it, but he hoped to all the gods that you didn’t see him as a monster.

“My king, you have a wife, a beautiful wife and children. Many children. Why me?”

He didn’t want to be reminded about his wife in this moment. He knew too well she was home waiting for him of perhaps sleeping with some other lowlife man in the town.

“Does it bother you that I have someone already?”

“Yes, my king.”

“Why?”

“Because you already belong to someone else.”

“Not in my heart.”

“But your soul. I’m sorry, my king.”

You turned around to walk inside the cottage, leaving Ragnar stunned by your words. He turned and followed you in to the cottage. You tried to shut the door before he could enter but he was much stronger than you.

“(Y/N).”

“My king...”

“Why don’t you love me?”

“I barely know you, my king.”

Ragnar walk further into the room, everything in his mind and soul wanted to be near you. But he saw your hesitation och fear, so he backed away.

“Are you scared of me?”

“N-no.”

He smirked.

“You are.”

You looked down at your feet.

“I am not used to having men in my home.”

“I can get you to know me.”

You widen your eyes.

“Not in that way. I would never hurt you, I promise.”

Relaxing a bit, you nodded your head and sat down by your fire. You lit it up and patted on the ground for Ragnar to sit down next to you. He obliged and sat down on the sheepskin.

“Tell me your story, (Y/N).”

“But I thought I was getting to know you.”

“Yes, you are. But I want to know you as well. So please, tell me how you ended up here in the forest outside my kingdom?”

You and Ragnar talked for hours and hours with no end. You laughed together, and you shared some darker stories as well. You shared your dreams and hopes. He shared his worries for his land in England and for his brother, that he would betray him. The night drew closer and the stars shone upon the sky. You hadn’t realized that the hour was so late, neither had Ragnar. The two of you had laid down on the sheepskin to talk even more and eventually you fell asleep. You on top of Ragnar and him holding your waist.

He looked down at you and smiled. This is how he wanted his life to be, a simple life in the forest with you. Not the king of Kattegatt that you were scared of.

“I hope you come to love me as I have grown to love you, (Y/N).”

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bookdragonlibrary · 6 years ago

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First YJ Friday appreciation

I will talk here of the episode 1 to 3. If you didn’t see them yet, do not read the text following as it’s full of heavy spoilers but have my theories and comments too :)

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

Princes all

- the big bald bad guy with Ana is the same one from S1 who works with Count Vertigo to kill Perdita.

- So here the collar 2.0 who can control people in addition of shoking them... Do you think they have a bomb in them like in Suicide Squad?

- The girl scream voice when Ana dies :( But BL that wasn’t your fault :( Don’t bet yourself up. The Light are the true responsible ones for her death!

- The music from the generic looks like a scary movie one!

- So Gamma Squad are the 8 heros from the ad picture? And who is on Alpha and Beta Squads?

- I love M’gann new look! After 50 years, she finally accepted herself as a white Martian <3 That’s a character development!

- Steel: new hero in the superfamily?

- From Virgil’s vince, we can figure he knows already that BL is about to quit the JL :/ He shoud have tell him before and off screen.

- Bart, I missed your comments and that smile of yours! <3

- As announced Kaldur is Aquaman, the Leader of the JL by democratic vote and his coach is Wonder Woman. Such a development! And I love the symbol of Atlantis and Amazon heros working together! (Do you remember Flashpoint where they’re at war?) Arthur is now king of Atlantis full time (according to Greg), with his wife and his child.

- Batman, don’t talk about the mission above the symbol when you dress like a bat as a symbol of fear... --’ But Olly has a little moment of silent before saying “So do I.” Hesitation?

- Batman Incorp! With Katana, PlasticMan, Batwoman and Hardware (is he Luke Thomas or someone else?)

- Tim holding Cassie’s hand, like he wants to say he wants to stay, is so cute (and so short!) I think Batman and GA ordered their mentees to not say anything to their teammates :(

- So Barbara/Batgirl is now Oracle.

- Tara Markov/Terra was abducted the 28th July in Team year 8

- Bialya has invaded Qurac, teasing form S1.

- Artemis has move to Star City to leave with Will (clone Roy) and her niece Lian (maybe Jade as well?) I think Artemis and Will are roommates. “Who are you to recruit this time?” says Will. So it’s not the first time Dick asks for help on a mission one of these two. So the second one has to babysitt Lian (assuming Jade could work for herself)

- Halo works in Markovian palace and looks like a Quraci refugiee. Maybe she was stealing that silver plate to make some money? But she ends to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- A speester assassin is really frightening! And “LIMBO TIME”! And he looks like he was betrayed when he get shocked.

- Did you notice the twins both cry when they see their parents but not their uncle? And their parents holding hands in death TT.TT

- M’gann and SB leaves with Wolf in Happy Harbo, the island where Mount Justice was.

- And Trump... I mean Gordon is here again. Can the Team can find out quickly he works for the Light so he can receive a deserved punch please? I hate that character but I love the work of the actor!

- So the twin brothers are only 17? Why not 20 with a majority at 21?

- I fear so much for Anissa and Jenifer with that children trafficking... And Anissa looks to young to be Traci’s girlfriend :( (but we don’t know their age yet!)

- Lynn has a GL for brother and BL as ex-husband. Do not mess with her of her family!

- BL has a power block due to his guilt...

- YJ! How dare you! Bruce Lee’s picture is so cute and heartbreaking in the same time! TT.TT

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- So now Gar has is own TV show just like he wanted in S2. Is he still leaving with SB and M’gann? Is that thanks to him they could buy this huge house?

- Catherine Cobert, the JL liason, is back! Wait, is Hardware blind? Donna Troy/Troia and Garth/Tempest are now ambassadors in UN for Atlantis and Themyscira! :o And Donna is another queen of sass! Rhelasia is finally reunited since S1 and I’m sure it’s a rogue nation like Bialya and works for/with the Light too. So does Zviad Baazovi, ambassador of Markovia, or for the person who ordered the murder of the royal couple.

- 2 days after this murder, Gregor’s pre-coronation! Some traught shippers here? They fake it but still :) And Artemis is so beautiful in this dress.

- So no one except Dick knows Barbara is now Orale?

- “Do you want to hold my hand” Is there a dirty joke or it’s just me?

- poor mother box! :(

- Plasmus looks like Ana, instead we see his brain instead of his heart. Otto? And how Count Vertigo manages to get out of jail?

- Halo :’( Wait! Did they experiment of those kids? Because there was just Halo who get caught no one else :/ And Halo talks to Sphere? or at least understands what she says.

- And SB looses his shit shirt. Again.

- It’s a tiny beetle? Wait, can Blue do the same thing? Is it from Blue? Was there where Dick got the inspiration? Is that a hint for the flawless shippers? (That’s the name of this ship right?)

- Wait! Was she the justice liaison in the pod? She has a mole in the same place! :o

- Brion is shirtless too! Like his mentor! ^^ (What? they train together in the trailer.) Believe Helga! She knows what she is doing! She seems to have played all of you :)

- “One of the girls” So they did experiment on all of those dead girl :( So the attack was run by Vertigo? Does he want to annexe Markovia? Or to have a political/royal power to take back his own kingdom? “the Superboy and his escaped companion”. Does he think Lightning is an escaped metaslave?

- “My child”? I don’t know if it’s creepy or if it implies that Helga is on the prince’s side.

- Now Sphere for the generic. Are these pictures clues for the future episodes? Knowing Greg and Brandon, I think it is!

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- Star Girl! So Gar is also a teen actor in Space Trek 3036. Does he start his career thanks to his mission in the last comic since he met an actress who worked with his mom on Hello Megan! ? He’s dating Perdita (who sould be around 17 yo). They met at Wally’s funeral (I read few fanfic where Perdita comes to his funeral and they were right!) I think he’s still a hero since we saw him in costume in the trailer and the picture with the whole team (well the ones who was revealed to be in this season).

- “Kill” Halo, sweetie, are you okay? What do you mean? That the place where you were killed?

- Dick who was tricked by his bug xD And Barb’s comment xD

- Helga used to work for Bedlam but now she’s on the prince’s side! :D So Vertigo does want to make a coup d’Etat to Vlatava?

- Maneuver 7!

- Bedlam = Delamb. It was under our nose from the beginning!

- “Cost you more-” than what? career? life? than you think? Helga has no time for your consideration, Dick :( She said “my child” Could she be the prince true mother? They’re both brown hair and Brion and Gregor aren’t homozygote twins.

- The children was boom tube away to be sold off planet or to other countries :( Sounds like the Runaways in the episode in Bialya right?

- Perdita’s talking with Gregor!

- Helga knows exactly was Brion’s powers are in seconds. Was she also there when they activated Tara’s ones?

- Vertigo’s minions have a lot of New Genesis technology. Is it thanks to the deal between Salvage and Darkseid?

- So Dr Ekcs is also a meta.

- Does Delamb wants to take this occasion to murder Gregor too? And this prince is clever! :)

- BL has recovered his powers thanks to another child’s death. The irony. It’s me or Sphere shows Halo how to heal?

- Gregor is indeed clever and sees right into Delamb’s game! I like him :) I’m even more sure the markovian ambassador works for the Light and he’s going to manipulate Gregor instead of Delamb. His decision for Brion was the only way to protect him from jail and maybe he hopes he will find their sister like Brion does.

- And now BL knows the metaslaves are controlled! “Not again. Again” I love this scene! ^^ And the farmer takes Otto’s victory scream for a threat to the heroes :( I knew Otto was going to die since his powers is too close to Brion’s ones.

- The picture from the generic of the third episode could be the Kent’s farm? (Or SB’s house, I’m not sure) However i’m sure this is the place we saw in the trailer (The one where Brion ends naked).

One week to wait now! And I thought 3 episodes per week were going to be enough ><

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golden-pickaxe · 6 years ago

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City Lights: Ivar the Boneless

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: City Lights - Modern AU

Wordcount: 1818

Warnings: nothing really, a bit sappy, mostly Aslaug talking tbh

[City Lights - All Parts Here]

A/N: As announced, I am writing drabbles / OS in the City Lights ‘universe’ that are not really a continuation of the story, but in a way they are, just small snap shots of things. This one is the first. I have another one half finished and 3 more ideas, so yes ^^

Tags: @irishhiggins

Summary: Set in the City Lights AU - On a warm summer evening, you and Aslaug have a talk.

Being pregnant with Ivar, Aslaug told you, slightly drunk on sweet wine one warm, summer evening, had not been easy.

“I just felt something was off, you know, something was wrong. I had three pregnancies behind me at that point, I knew how it felt, but with my Ivar it was different.” She said, pouring herself another glass of wine and looking towards her youngest son.

The two of you were sitting outside of the large Lothbrok summer estate in the Danish country side, on a comfortable outdoor sofa on the terrace, overlooking a beautiful and secluded fjord.

Ragnar and his sons were down by the water, him, Sigurd and Ubbe playing and splashing in the water with Bjorn’s children at the shore, enjoying the warm light of the sun, the sky still orange despite the late hour.

Bjorn, Hvitserk and Ivar were sitting near the water on a blanket, talking amongst themselves, watching the others enjoying the warm weather.

Magarethe, who was Ubbe’s wife, and who seemed to have a strange history with the other sons of Ragnar too, about no one wanted to talk about, had retired for the night, saying that she as not feeling too well. You were quite happy about that, as you did not really like her, mostly though because she did not seem to like you.

Bjorn’s sadly now ex-wife Torvi on the other hand, you liked a lot, and you were glad that she was still very close to Bjorn, as their separation was not in a conflict.

Aslaug also seemed to be rather fond of you. At first, of course, it had been a bit of a shock for her, when her youngest son had very casually told her that he was now in a relationship with his personal assistant, about three weeks after you had started dating.

She was suspicious at first and unsure if you were good for him, as she was very protective of him, but when she saw the two of you together, when he invited you to a family dinner, saw your honest affection for her boy and his adoration for you, and saw how happy you made him, you had won a spot right in her heart.

Now, sitting here in the warm summer breeze, a light blanket nevertheless wrapped around your shoulders, you watched her silently as she looked down towards her family, not wanting to stop her from telling the story.

Ivar never liked to talk about his disability, apart for cursing his legs and calling himself a cripple, that was. You were of course, very curious about it though, curious how it had been for him growing up with it.

“His birth, oh Y/N, his birth, it was so painful.” Aslaug shook her head at the memory. “Usually you simply forget the pain of birth, with all the joy a child brings, but not this time, no. I remember every second of it.”

You pressed your lips together, your eyes growing wide, unable to imagine the pain she had gone through. Of course, every woman heard at least once in their life, no matter if she planned to have children or no, that childbirth was the most intense pain a human being could go through, and not being able to forget it must’ve been traumatic for her. Maybe this was why Ivar was her last child.

“His legs had already been like this. I don’t know how much he has told you, but I suppose you know that it is not his back, it is really just his legs. Back in the day when he was born, there was not much they could do about it.” Aslaug’s eyes went back towards you, a very sad expression in them. “Ivar was in so much pain as a child, he was always crying. My poor baby. He needed constant attention.”

“I’m so sorry, Aslaug.” You managed to bring out, but the woman just smiled, putting her delicate hand onto yours, which was resting on the sofa between you.

“It got better over time, of course. I don’t think the pain every entirely went away, but he got used to it.” She nodded to herself, pulling her hand back again, and taking another sip from her wine.”

You knew he was still in pain. It had only been a week in your relationship that you had been woken up by him groaning loudly, hurrying to the bathroom to bring him the painkillers he demanded. You had a short talk about it afterwards, but he had gotten angry, and did not want to talk about it anymore. Nevertheless, he had snuggled into your arms, and you had held him the rest of the night.

“How was growing up for him? He told me that he had spent a lot of time with Floki and Helga.” You asked, tilting your head. By now you had been introduced to the two, famous architects, who were truly lovely people, if a little odd.

“Ah, yes.” Aslaug smiled now, the sadness almost gone. “Yes, Floki and Helga.”

The blond woman sat up a bit, her eyes wandering over the horizon, until they settled on you again.

“When Ivar was about.. three or four years old, it was quite a vital time for the company. We extended to France, and Ragnar and I travelled a lot. Bjorn was finishing school, and the three other boys were old enough to either come with us, or stay with a nanny, but it was not easy with Ivar. He was a difficult child, very attached to me, and did not accept any stranger. We could not take him with us either, so we left him with Floki. He loved Floki and Helga, and they loved him, and we trusted them the most. Ivar was very happy there, and we kept this arrangement for a long time.” The woman shrugged. “Floki and Helga know how to entertain a child, without it being able to run around. They tell stories and paint, they took Ivar to museums and theatres, and educated him too. After they had lost their daughter.. they were happy to look after my boy, it did them good, especially Helga.”

You nodded, not daring to ask any further, as you had read about the tragic death of their daughter. You were, however, very happy to hear that at least Ivar seemed to have had a good childhood despite his disability.

Aslaug next to you, chuckled.

“School was a whole different topic, though.” She started again, apparently in a talkative mood. You were not sure if it was just the wine, or if she needed to talk these things off her chest. “Just as all our boys, we sent Ivar to a private school in Copenhagen. But, as we all know, kids are very cruel. They started to call him ‘Ivar the Boneless’, making fun of his legs, and I think he never quite got over it. Ragnar often talked to him, how he should not let them hurt him with it, and Ivar owned the name, in a way.” She shook her head with a slight smile. “He ended up hurting another child very badly, and we had to take him out, having him home schooled after that. My boy is smart, but his anger..” she left the sentence open.

You did not really know what to say. You had obviously read about something covered up in his past about physical violence, but you did not think it was something like that when he had still been so young. It was sad to hear about it.

“He regrets his outbursts, though.” You said in a small voice. “But he acts, and then thinks of the consequences.”

“That is a good way to put it..” Aslaug sniffed a bit. “Anyways..” her eyes seemed to blink back a few tears, before she smiled at you once more, her thin hand finding yours again. “I am so glad that he had found someone who cares about him. He had been so unlucky in the past, my boy deserves a bit of happiness.”

“I’m glad that I make him happy. He certainly makes me.” You smiled back.

And that was the truth.

Ivar made you very happy, even though, of course, he was still himself. Often grumpy and sometimes very mean, angry and annoyed, but it was all part of him. You knew how to navigate his moods, knew when it was better to give him contra, to make him see how shitty he behaved, and when to just ignore him and go out of his way.

He was, despite everything, very loving and caring, often cooking for you, or taking you out, not only for dinner, but also interesting places, showing you some of the things he was passionate about, and surprising you with trips to places you liked.

He listened to you, was interested in your life and your studies, and even joined you when you had a gathering of some of your friends. Of course, they had been suspicious at first, especially your journalist friend, but they soon relaxed as they saw how well Ivar treated you, and that he could be fun to have around.

Having him over to your home for the first time had certainly been.. interesting. Usually you went to his place, to spend the night in his oversized bed, not only because it was convenient, but also because you had to admit, next to all his wealth, you felt a bit self-conscious about your place.

One day, though, you were not feeling to well, staying at home from work with a slight cold, and he insisted to visit you at, telling you that he would at least cook you some soup to get you going again, talking about some recipe he got from Floki, that would do wonders for you.

Unsurprisingly he had been annoyed and quite angry when he had reached your door, as the lift was almost too small for his wheelchair, not to mention the few steps he had needed to get over to reach that lift in the first place. He had mumbled about ‘barrier free movement’ and ‘how he would make the guy who owned the apartments build a proper ramp, or so the gods help him’.

But he was still there, still coming in, his anger gone as soon as he was over the threshold, curiosity taking over as he looked about your small flat, studying your home as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

You were pulled out of your thoughts again by Aslaug, who let out a loud sigh, her big eyes once again wandering down towards her sons and her husband.

“By the gods, just look at my boys.” She nodded towards the water. “All grown up now. How fast time goes by.”

#ivar the boneless #ivar imagine #vikings imagine #city lights #reader insert #ivars heathen army #it is 2 am #ive just returned from a day in central london where a potential terror attack was #and from a flight #i had to finish this for myself to calm my nerves tbh #i am back in a city i hate and are going to have a lot of uni stress in the next months #so i need to go full fluff mode to balance that out

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badwolf-in-the-impala · 7 years ago

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The Absent Heart

~Part 1 ~

(( ~Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9))

“The choice that frees or imprisons us is the choice of love or fear. Love liberates. Fear imprisons.”

A/N: So this is more or less of an intro to what I’m hoping to turn into a story. I was originally just going to make it a One-Shot or Drabble...but then I just kept writing and yeah. Anywho...let me know what you think so far, yeah? :) It’s been a very long time since I’ve done much writing, so bare with me. This will also be posted over on Archive of our Own. I have another Ivar Fanfic on there as well! I’ll drop the link to my page below. No real warnings yet, but I will tag any content in the future. So yeah, I guess that’s about it. Leave me some feedback to let me know what you think, and if you would like to be tagged in new chapters, let me know! Happy reading!

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She was more that just a slave girl to the youngest Ragnarson. For many years, since they were small children, she had been his best friend. The person whom he confided in most, --aside from Floki of course-- the person whom he shared with his deepest fears and darkest secrets; and one of the few people, who not only treated, but saw him, as more than just a Cripple. He trusted her wholeheartedly with everything he had, and in turn, she trusted him the same.

She was brought to Kattegat from England when she was no older than three, when herself and her mother were taken as Slaves. A gift from King Ragnar to his wife, Queen Aslaug; who instantly took interest in the young girl. Renaming her Freya.

Ivar could still remember the very first day that they met. He was only five himself, but he could still recall in detail, how small and meek the little Emerald eyed girl seemed at first. How she often peered through the soft brown curls that hung in front of her eyes, as she hid shyly behind her Mother’s skirts as they worked within the Lothbrok home day in and day out. But as the weeks passed, her curiosity towards him and this strange new world grew; and while the small girls mother was less than approving of the new found friendship, Aslaug was more than pleased with the bond. It was a rare occurrence that her youngest son made friends. The other children, and even his own brothers, often leaving him out or picking on him relentlessly because he was a cripple.

But Freya could have cared less about his affliction. Because to her, he was simply another child, and she treated him no different than she had been taught to treat anyone else. It was nice to see him take interest in someone close to his own age. The Queen even taking it upon herself to help Ivar teach the young girl their language so that they could better communicate. Watching with admiration as their bond grew with them throughout the years.

They were inseparable as young children. Often found most days with Freya pulling him around in the small wagon that Floki had built, getting into trouble of all kinds around Kattegat. There was even several occasions where Freya had picked fights with other kids twice her size in defense of Ivar. His brother’s even finding a newfound respect for her when she was only ten.

She had been tending to her chores when she came upon Sigurd picking on his younger brother, even going as far as to push him from where he’d been sitting. Freya stepped in asking only once that he stop, and when he failed to listen, she took it upon herself to teach him a lesson. Ubbe and Hvitserk had to pull the young girl off their brother as Ivar watched with amusement. But Sigurd learned never to pick on his little brother in her presence ever again.

Even years later, they still held a great respect for her. The brothers often sneaking in training sessions with sword and shield when she could find time to sneak away from her duties; and while Freya enjoyed it, and even become a decent fighter, she was a far deadlier shot when welding a bow. They often joked of how she would make a better shield maiden than she did a slave, and secretly she hoped that someday it would be true. But the lessons soon grew less frequent when Freya mother took ill.

With their mother having given permission, she was allowed leave her duties. Meaning most days they rarely even saw her at all, save for Ivar who often stayed by her side as she tended to her mother. Learning what she could from the Villages healers in an attempt to help save her. Floki’s wife, Helga, was among one of the many who tried to heal the girls mother. But it simply was not meant too be.

“We have done all we can.” Helga had spoke with a heavy heart as she broke the news to Freya “She no longer suffers...she is with the God’s now.”

Ivar could still remember how helpless he felt as she sobbed brokenly against his chest that day. Knowing how alone she must have truly felt in that moment; and how he promised her that everything would be alright. That she would never be alone so long as he drew breath.

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Several years had since passed, Freya growing from the once meek, little girl into a beautiful young woman of many talents. Queen Aslaug even granting her more freedom, mostly to keep in Ivar’s company, but after much convincing on his part she was also allowed study beneath Helga to become a healer; and she did so diligently. She enjoyed being able to help others, as she could not help her own Mother, and that made her happy; and though no one else could see it through his well guarded emotions, it made Ivar happy too.

It was more than obvious most days, even a blind man could see that Ivar had feelings for her. Though he would deny it to the ends of the earth whenever one of his brothers, or anyone else for that fact, would bring it up. Claiming that feelings were useless and he had no need for them, when really the thing he feared the most, was a repeat of what had happened with Margrethe.

He knew he would never be able to give Freya the things she deserved, or ever be able to please her in the ways that other men could. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help the feelings that only continued to grow with time.

“Why do you not just admit it already, Ivar?” Ubbe would often state sincerely. “A woman like her is not going to wait around forever.”

“You know as well as I do, why, brother.” Ivar would reply harshly.

“Maybe it would be different with Freya? You care for her. You did not have feelings for Margrethe.”

But Ivar would simply pretend that he didn’t hear his older brother. Who knows, maybe Ubbe was right? Maybe things could be different with her. But that wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.

Though that did not mean that Ivar did not get jealous of other men’s affections towards Freya. It not only angered him to watch other men flirt with her, especially at feasts or celebrations, but it also caused him a great deal of pain as well. It pained him to see another man make her happy, too make her smile. It hurt to think of the future she might someday have; slave or not, his greatest fear was that someday he would return from a raid, and she would no longer be his. At least not in the way he wanted her to be.

That was Ivar’s greatest fear, and the only one that Freya would never know about.

But little did he know...she already knew.

#ivar lothbrok #Ivar the boneless #ivar fanfic #ivar fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ivar's heathen army #Vikings fanfic #vikings #vikings tv show #ivar x oc #ao3

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writingfulfillment · 6 years ago

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Five Headcanons That Will Change How You View Harry Potter

1. Black Hermione

When reading the books for the first time, some fans imagined Hermione as a black girl while others pictured her as white. The movies came out before I was old enough to read the books, so I imagined her as she was cast: a white girl. However, I think that the idea fits very well as do many other fans. Some prefer the other version, it just depends on how you pictured her. On twitter, Rowling said that she loved the idea of a black Hermione. I’ve read the whole series twice since hearing about this and there is no mention of her skin tone. Only that she had prominent teeth, curly/frizzy hair and was extremely intelligent. There is a lot more meaning behind her persecution as a Muggle-born when you imagine her as black. Her main bully in this area is Draco Malfoy; a rich, white boy from an ancient family. He frequently makes snide comments about her appearance and calls her “Mudblood”. This then implies that the Malfoy’s were racist. Knowing all of the other terrible things that they’ve done and believe in, it’s not much of a stretch.

In the fourth book at the Yule Ball, Hermione is literally unrecognizable, even to her two best friends. She straightens her hair and has shrunk down her front teeth noticeably. And for the first time, Harry realizes that she’s beautiful. In this world we’ve been brought up to believe that European standards of beauty are the only ones. They treasure light skin and straight hair; opposite to what people of African descent possess. It is sad but true to say that many Black women strive to adhere to these standards that exclude them entirely. It makes a lot of sense that a young black Hermione striving to look beautiful would spend hours painstakingly straightening her hair. And why almost no one recognized her when she had finished. She later states that it was fun for a special occasion, but way too much work for an everyday practice. I love her even more for embracing her wild but beautiful hair and her suggested ethnicity.

2. House Elves Are A Metaphor For Oppressed Women

Some fans hypothesize that the House Elves in Harry Potter are a metaphor for the social limitations of Women. The House Elves are considered to be lesser beings, even though they posses a similar kind of magic to wizards. They are enslaved and receive no pay, let alone benefits or health care. They are meant to stay in the Wizard’s home and perform their domestic duty. This sounds too close for comfort to the job description of women in our society. Fortunately, we’ve gotten past the point of considering women as property of their husbands and fathers, so it’s not subtle slavery any more. But it’s still semi-acceptable for a man to discipline his wife when she displeases him. House Elves are severely punished when they make mistakes. But the issue of equal pay is still very pertinent today. The Equal Rights Amendment to the U.S. Constitution was introduced by Suffragette Alice Paul in 1923, but it was not passed by congress or ratified until 1972. This granted Women all of the same civil rights as men. And yet, in 2013 women earned only 78 cents for every dollar that a man working the same job earned.

By the fourth book there is however, there is one payed House Elf; Dumbledore employs Dobby at Hogwarts. This leads to the discovery that all of the food, fires and laundry are taken care of by the House Elves. This horrifies Hermione and she refuses to eat for a while before deciding to organize the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. Their goals are to secure wages and sick leave for the House Elves for a start, but she has larger plans for the future which involve changing the laws about the magic that House Elves are allowed to use. I don’t think that it was mistake that J.K. made the proprietor of this organization a woman, even though, it was Harry who freed Dobby. J.K. was a single mother and she struggled to get welfare and a job for many years. She is very familiar with the struggles of modern women and she advocates their rights.

One unexpected struggle that Hermione faced was that she not only needed to convert her fellow wizards and witches to S.P.E.W., but most of the House Elves did not want to be freed. Some women vehemently argued against the Suffrage movement and still today, some women are still against their own rights. For example the women who are against Feminism. (Not the extreme version, just the belief that women are entirely equal to men and are entitled to all of the same things.) The Elves were content with the way that they were living and they did not want to change. Largely for fear of being ostracized. The way that you appear socially is often very important to women, as well as tradition. The House Elves felt very loyal to their masters and had no desire to desert them. Some women feel that they have a duty to their husbands and they are afraid to disappoint or leave them. Rowling also has personal experience with this as her first husband was abusive.

3. The Room of Requirement Was Made By Hufflepuff

The origin of the Room of Requirement is very debatable. Some speculate that it is the collective magical conscious of Hogwarts itself manifested in a room. My favorite theory is that it was created by Helga Hufflepuff. If Slytherin created a secret chamber, who’s to say that the other founders didn’t? It provides the seeker with all that they might be seeking, except for perishable items, and even then it created a passage to Hogsmeade for Neville. It has housed several secret gatherings that we know about and many that we don’t. One thing is for sure, it has been used by teachers and students alike for generations both when they knew what it was, and when they didn’t. This doesn’t fit Ravenclaw’s or Gryffindor’s MO. If Rowena had made a secret room, it would have been full of books. If Godric had made one, it would have probably been full of dangerous things and likely would’ve had a dragon.

All of the founders had criteria for what sort of students they would accept into their house. But Helga just said that she would take all the rest. I have feeling that she was a very maternal character and that she just wanted a wholesome environment for the children to learn in. The fluid nature of the Room of Requirement fits in with this. It adapts to the needs of the user and can accommodate for almost anything. I also feel that Hufflepuff is a very undervalued house and that Helga was much cleverer than most people give her credit for. She was the peacemaker, the glue of the original four, she was both powerful and peaceful. It make a lot of sense that she would have created the Room of Requirement because it embodies her fluid and caregiving nature.

4. No One Has Only One House.

In the series, everyone is placed in a house and they remain there forever. In the Deathly Hallows, Dumbledore says to Snape, “You know, I sometimes think that we sort too soon.” And I am fervently with him. All you can amount to as a person is not determined by 11 years old. I also think that only having four houses is too limited. There are very few people who can qualify as a true Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin. I theorize that most people have a primary and a secondary house and that there is a way to easily get into Gryffindor. The original trio is a prime example of this. In my opinion, Harry’s secondary house is Slytherin. He is cunning, determined and ambitious. (Gryfferin) All things that Slytherin prizes and are not inherently evil. Hermione’s is clearly Ravenclaw. She loves books and holds the pursuit of knowledge to be the most worthy act. (Gryffinclaw) Ron’s is Hufflepuff. He doesn't really fit into the other two, and he’s a sweetheart.(Gryffinpuff) (House Names*)

The reason that they are all in Gryffindor is because they asked. And that’s a very brave thing for an 11 year old to do. Harry asked because he was afraid that he would be in Slytherin. Hermione asked because she had already decided that it was the best for her. (She says so in the Great Hall.) And Ron, although he didn’t always get along with them, wanted to be with his family.Because of these choices, they made the path that they wanted to take. And they all would’ve had very different stories if they hadn’t been in Gryffindor together. They had some innate qualities already embedded in them as children, but they could have changed given the circumstances. I think that Neville is a great example of this. He chose Gryffindor not because he was brave, but because he wanted to be. In choosing this, he set his path and eventually he was brave. He became a true Gryffindor. He fought alongside Harry in the Department of Mysteries, he lead on Dumbledore’s Army and he pulled out Godric Gryffindor’s sword out of the sorting hat and destroyed the final Horcrux. All because of a choice. A desire, some potential that a little boy had.

But this sorting does not stop these children from changing their decision or their characteristics later. There are two excellent examples of this in the Slytherin House. Regulus Black became a Death Eater and made many poor choices in his youth. But he later decided that he had been wrong and he died trying to correct his mistake. Tell me, does that not sound like something a Gryffindor would do? Another is of course Severus Snape, the bravest man that Harry Potter ever knew. And he was a proud Slytherin. His choices in his youth also could have derailed his life, but he had a good heart that even he didn’t realize was there. He fought and died for the son of the woman that he loved unrequitedly. Again, this level of bravery and loyalty is that of a Gryffindor. The sorting can capture much of these young wizards’ and witches’ essential characteristics, but it cannot, however, account for the nature of their hearts and the change that can be wrought in them.

5. Peter Pettigrew v.s. Neville Longbottom

There are two characters that are completely vital to the story that are incredibly undervalued. These two mirror each other in a curious way, as do their choices. Peter Pettigrew and Neville Longbottom had very similar beginnings. A small, round boy with no particular talents with friends much greater than himself. Who chose Gryffindor House because it was what he aspired to be. This description perfectly fits both of them. Like Harry and Voldemort, what made the difference was not what they were given, but what they did with it. Their choices showed who the truly were. Peter’s case is much sadder than Neville’s. He made many wrong choices. He more fear in his heart and lust for power than Neville did. The reason that Neville didn’t given in was because of his parents. Even though they couldn’t raise him anymore after their torture, they still had a great impact on his life. Voldemort himself offered for Neville to join him, but he vehemently denied him, because of his parents.

Peter always like to be next to the greats (such as James, Sirius and Remus) because he knew that he wasn’t one. When Voldemort’s rise began, he saw it the same way. He was beyond selfish and he gave up the lives of his friends to the favor of his new great. Neville always knew that he wasn’t great, but he aspired to be. He worked incredibly hard to try and make his parents proud. He knew that he had to be good and try to save as many lives as possible because of the lives that were as good as lost. Both of these boys were put in Gryffindor because they asked, although neither embodied the qualities that Godric prized. And one of them grew into a true Gryffindor and other waned into nothing.

Peter Pettigrew was important because he brought Voldemort back and allowed Harry to escape the Malfoy’s Manor. Neville could have been the prophecy child and he raised an army and slew Nagini. Both of these boys choices made them into what they were; although they could have turned out very differently. The one that lusted after fame died in ambiguity, the one who just wanted to be brave lived on as a hero.

*Primary + Secondary = Name

Gryffindor+Ravenclaw= Gryffinclaw

Gryffindor+Hufflepuff= Gryffinpuff

Gryffindor+Slytherin= Gryfferin

Ravenclaw+Gryffindor= Ravendor

Ravenclaw+Hufflepuff= Ravenpuff

Ravenclaw+Slytherin= Raverin

Hufflepuff+Gryffindor= Huffledor

Hufflepuff+Ravenclaw= Huffleclaw

Hufflepuff+Slytherin= Hufflerin

Slytherin+Gryffindor= Slytherdor

Slytherin+Ravenclaw= Slytherclaw

Slytherin+Hufflepuff= Slytherpuff

(If you were wondering, I’m a Gryffinclaw. Comment down below which of these houses you identify with.)

#harry potter #black hermione #neville longbottom #house elves #hogwarts houses #gryffinclaw #headcanon

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