#Vikings Moodboard

[lady-0f-the-wood]

[nanahachikyuu]

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink (Colors by Halsey)

[flare-queen]

Ivar the boneless, His observing gaze is killer.

[nothingtolosebutweight]

VEILD THE POLE

Folks, are you ready for a lil smutty story about Ubbe and Hvitserk 😏? If so, I have the perfect one for you, from none other than the talented hapaxlegomena on AO3 / @cerberusian on Tumblr

This is the second (and last) entry for the @vikingsbigbang that I've had the honor of providing art for, and it was a nice change to do something for characters other than my two favs. Staring at Ubbe for hours didn't do me any harm, or at least I hope so 😏.

I also hope I can elicit a little grin from some of you when you spot the somewhat hidden main character in one of the pictures 🍑. I at least grinned the whole time while editing it.

The Story:

Summary: He thought he was dreaming when Ubbe came in. Ubbe had no reason to be here, except that Hvitserk wanted him here; so he must be a figment of Hvitserk's imagination. Warnings: Sibling Incest, Anal Sex, Angry Sex

The Art:

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A big thanks also to @underragingwaves and @therealvikingstrash for hosting this event again. It was a fun ride to participate ♥♥

[naturally-recklessly]

LEIF ERIKSSON ❝ 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦,      𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. ❞

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[heavenlymorals]

Two more Bloodborne themed moodboards for two of my other Viking faves~

All photos are from pinterest. Click for better quality.

[freddie-foxs]

A little present for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie because I know how much you love this guy.

[thecabinsixwitch]

how to train your dragon aesthetics: 1/?

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

🐉 🔧 📜 🔥

“They're not what we think they are. We don't have to kill them.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒆𝒕

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: mentions of blood sacrifice.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You see, hear and know things that others do not. 

・Some may say they are abilities or powers, but it’s something that you were born with. 

・Your ‘powers’ made you an outsider. People were afraid of you. Of your truth. At times your mouth spoke before your mind could think, and what came out wasn’t desired by those who had heard

・For many years you wished it away. You ignored your senses and tried to be like others

・But for the life of you ... you couldn’t. 

・Vikings are a spiritual people, and the elders were much more open to your thoughts than the younger people (they thought they knew everything, whereas as you get older, you realise there’s a lot you don’t know.)

・So you had never fit in with others your age. And that made you miss out on a lot of experiences. 

・It saddened you and your family tried to make up for it as much as possible.

・Because even though your father was an odd man, your abilities didn't come from him nor his line. It came from your mother's mother and so on. It always skipped a generation. No one knew why.

・But you relied on your family for a lot, and they too relied on you. You took great solace in the fact that you always had a home. People to go to.

・As you aged, you became even more powerful. So much so, that The Seer had asked Bjorn to go out and find you - to ask your family if you would like to be mentored by the old man

・Bjorn was hesitant, since he was now rising in ranks, becoming more of a leader himself. 

・However, the Seer had seen something. And Ragnar’s firstborn had to be the one to fetch you. 

・The ride took a few hours, yet you knew exactly who was coming.

・When the sound of hooves approached, you opened the cottage door and gave the lone man a warm damp cloth to freshen himself up and when he followed you inside, he saw that there was a feast waiting.

"We thought you would be hungry," your mother called. Her braided hair a tad messy from all the flittering about she'd been doing for hours. Trying to make your home as inviting as possible.

"Oh, thank you," Bjorn said with a genuine smile and wiped the snow from his clothes.

・Your mind made life both amazing, and horrid. You could be five steps ahead of everyone else, but then they all look like you're out of your mind.

・Bjorn ate with you and your family, getting to know them with grace and diplomacy.

・This was to be your last family dinner for a long long while. Your mother, and younger sisters had lit every candle in the house, arranging them specifically to honour the gods.

・There were even offerings that you and your father had brought in this morning. And you had seen two black ravens following you the whole while.

・The blood from the rabbit sat in a bowl on the altar. Each of the family had been blessed, by you. They had given you the honours of blessing the household as well. Leaving your mark on the home.

・Bjorn sat opposite you, a fingerprint of blood on his forehead. He was exactly as you had envisioned.

'Handsome' you thought, and then came the thoughts that were not your own, 'tough, adventurous, wants to explore.'

・It was one of the things that you were gifted with... You had only been around him for less than 30 minutes and you knew what type of man Bjorn was already.

・It's why many of the townsfolk don't like you.

・Even though they come to you for help, they want to be told certain things. But you hate to lie. And if these people wanted the truth - that's exactly what you gave them.

"So, Bjorn, have you received any word from your father?" Your own father asked, one of his large hands clutched around the wooden spoon.

"Ah well, here and there," he replied in his low gruff voice.

"I have always loved the stories about your father. Ragnar will be remembered throughout history!" You cringed at the obvious love your father had for Ragnar...

・After dinner, your parents kissed you, with tears in their eyes and your younger sister squeezed you tight.

"I'll see you again soon," you mumbled into her hair as you leaned down, hugging her back.

"You promise?" She said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Yes, I have already seen it." Well, you could stomach to lie to those you care about.

・Bjorn thanked your family and strapped your bag to the horse, while you had one last moment with your family.

・Releasing them, you walked out the front door, from the home that you grew up in, felt safe in. And you stepped into your future.

[lady-0f-the-wood]

[dancingwithfoxes]

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ✶ 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓

➜ for Thor⚡️if shared elsewhere please credit.

[flare-queen]

Ragnar and Lagertha moodboard.

[nothingtolosebutweight]

A cry echoed through the dark forest, loud and full of despair. The little boy, whom his father had laid on the icy ground only a few minutes before, was afraid. He longed for his mother, the source of his warmth and safety. But she didn't come to hug him close to her chest and soothe him in a gentle voice, and so he continued to scream as loud as his fragile lungs allowed him to.

His voice, filled with pain and anguish, reached neither his beloved mother nor his remorse-stricken father, but Odin could not ignore the wailing cries. He knew that this little boy was special, carrying a major duty imposed by fate, and that he had to be protected.

Odin orders Fenrir, as a kind of punishment, to take care of the weak human child, and so the mighty wolf goes off with his pack to take care of him.

Ivar, as his mother was still able to name him, grows up in the pack, along with other mystical and godlike figures who all take care that he lacks nothing despite his handicap and grows up to be a reasonably strong teenager.

In the meantime, the Christian plague continues to move across the country, spreading and infecting even Ragnar, who has become king in the meantime. The gods are furious, fearing their downfall, and so one day a war breaks out.

A war between gods and mankind.

A war in which Ivar first encounters his own kind, whom he loves to slaughter, driven by the gods' upbringing and indoctrination, until one day he learns the truth about his parents and he faces his brothers on the battlefield.

[moodboard-d]

[tryingtoremembermyname]

« i wish i wasn’t so angry all the time. »

[paganpillar]

Devotional Moodboard: Freyja