#alfed vikings/reader

[gardenflowerswriting]

“Run away with me”

A\n: I did not realize how many people liked Alfred. If you requested one with Alfred, know I’m getting to it, but I think majority of my requests are for Alfred. This was a request from someone and an anon had a similar one, so I merged them, enjoy! If there’s any mistakes, sorry. Gif by: aelfred

21. Run away with me

41. It doesn't really matter to me

96. I shouldn't be in love with you

You sat at a large table, the same boy who ate with you everyday sat across from you, you'd watch him take bites of the food he would bring to you in your room. You hadn't even spoken to him, he just seemed to gain this new routine in the past 3 days. You set the fork down and sat on your hands, "why do you do this?" You asked.

You saw his head come up from the plate, "do what?"

You titled your head, seeing his features shine in the light, "eat with me. . . give me my own room, not harm me?"

He sat back, shrugging, "my father needs you."

You laughed, "me? I hold no value, I'm just a warrior."

You could see him bite the inside of his cheek, "they say the Ragnar brothers are fond of you."

You choked on your drink, "who?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. . . but, if you are here, I promise that you are safe, and no one will harm you."

"Well, it doesn't really matter to me."

His brows moved together, "what?"

"The fact I'm safe. If you have not noticed, I am of different religion, beliefs, standards then any man in the nearest mile," you placed your cup down, "if I will be killed in the hands of Christians, so be it. Valhalla awaits for me."

You saw his eyes drift from the table to you, "what is your name?"

"Y/N, and you?"

He smiled, "Alfred. . . Prince of Wessex," your eyes widened. You sat with the prince, and gave him every reason you should be dead. He shook his head, "you don't need to worry. I'm the one who said you should have your own room."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "I don't think it would be humane to kill you, it was not you who said we must fight, you only fought because you were told to."

"It that how you feel?"

He stood up, "I feel that some battles are more pointless then the rest, but we must still fight them." You watched as he lifted your plate on top of yours, "I would just suggest you ask who you talk to before you give them reasons on why you should die," a smile spread across your face as he walked away.

"I like you.

He looked back, "Why?"

You titled your head, admiring all the things you didn't before, "you remind me of my brother," you laughed, "he's such a smartass."

He tipped his head, "only to the ones I like."

You awaited each time he would come, he even gave you a new dress on one of his visits. Each time you heard a knock on the door, your heart skipped with the thought of seeing his pale face and dark eyes sucking you into one of the many stories he told you. "No, no how is that possible?"

You laughed, "what?"

 "How could your mother bare you, then maybe a month later fight in battle?"

You smiled, taking a grape in your mouth, "she was determined. . .I loved watching her."

He leaned back in his chair, "Don't you still see her?"

You shook your head, picking up your cup, "my mother, she-she died."

His face dropped as you drank from the cup, "oh, oh god I'm sorry."

You pulled it away from your mouth, shaking your head, "no, she lived the best possible life she could have," you smiled down to the red liquid at the thought of her, "she was a shield maiden, but then met my father, they had 5 kids then she got sick. . . it was like Hel swooped her off her feet."

"Is your father still alive?"

You looked up, "Yes, but he's probably farming while my brothers are fighting."

 "Do you miss them."

You shrugged, "missing someone is what seems to be apart of life. Most people will go to war if they miss someone enough." He laughed to himself, "what?"

He shook his head, "nothing."

You sat forward, "no, what is it?" You could see him biting his nail, reluctant to tell you what he was think. You stood up and walked behind his chair, slowly, you scratched his scalp, "what is it?"

You moved yourself so you faced him, he placed his hand on your cheek, "I shouldn't be in love with you," it was almost as though he said it to himself.

You eyes widened, "what?"

He looked away from you, "no, no it is stupid."

You adjusted yourself, kneeing in front of his legs, "Alfred, what did you say?"

"No, y/n, you can just forget it."

"But. . What if I said I loved you to."

 It was almost as though he sparked up, "really?"

You smiled, standing up, “well. . . I don’t know.”

He stood up in-front of you, almost jumping, “Y/N, run away with me.”

You took a few steps back, “pardon?” You whisper,

He took your hands, “we can go. . be together and not worry about anyone else.” Your eyes scanned every part of him, “please.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

a/n: okay now this actually is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE post that I’ve ever done ... I was literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this ...

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SFW🌿

Wanda is such a sweet partner. She has so much love and she just needs a person to give her love to. What better idea than to have two people to love?

Nat felt hesitant at first. But got more comfortable with the idea when she saw you and Wanda interacting. 

You have Mummy issues? They’re healed. They’re gone.

Wanda is the type of person to call you out of the blue, even when you’re at work.   “I just wanted to hear your voice!”

Whereas if Nat called you out of the blue, you’d start to panic

The amount of support and encouragement in this relationship is out of this world. 

Whenever you have a bad day, there is always someone ready to make it better

You guys have favourite tv shows and movies that someone will put on randomly, even if no one is watching it. All three of you agree that it’s for comfort; background noise is a must in the household. These are: → Gavin & Stacey: a british tv show that Nat originally thought was ridiculous but now you all do the accents → Modern Family: Wanda LOVES this show, she likes the family dynamics and that they’re always there for one another → Peaky Blinders: This is Nat’s favourite, she loves Tommy Shelby. There are certain aspects of the show that she can connect with → Vikings: all three of you like this show! Especially Lagertha; all of you have a crush on her.  → Elf: yes, Wanda knows it’s a Christmas movie, but when she first saw it, she couldn’t stop. So Nat had to put a ban on it unless it’s near Christmas (which Wanda said was November 1st) → Mamma Mia: All three of you know the words to EVERY ABBA song. Once Yelena slept over and you had the movie playing and she became OBSESSED.  → Every single Harry Potter movie: Wanda sees herself as a Hufflepuff (is actually a Slytherin), Nat knows and accepts she’s a Slytherin → Practical Magic: comes on during the start of Autumn/Fall and stays playing until the 1st of November

Wanda is an amazing cook, especially when it comes to baking. She usually makes a different sweet at the beginning of the week. 

You literally don’t have to lock your house up because you’re protected by the two most formidable women on the planet 

Nat’s love language is acts of service and secretly words of affirmation. She absolutely DIES whenever you say “I’m proud of you” or “You did a great job!”

And Nat is always the one to fix tires, lightbulbs and get rid of spiders

You might think that Nat would be against living in a cottage, but she absolutely adores it. It was your idea, and Wanda fell in love with it

There are many pets in your household, Nat felt like they were liabilities at first. She wasn’t used to a breathing thing continuously dependent on her

Wanda was a tad unsure as well, but she folded almost instantly 

Your pets are:  Trix: the newest addition to the family, she’s a little black kitten who is absolute chaos. She runs up and down the hallways, doing those weird little cat stances. It makes all three of you laugh. Malachi (nicknamed Mal): An Irish wolfhound who had been at the pound for years and was about to be put down Alf: grumpy ol’ fluffy cat who likes to sleep in the sun all day every day. funnily enough, his favourite human is Nat. 

Alf bit Sam Wilson when he came to visit and he was so offended because usually animals LOVE him. 

There are so many panic buttons around the house in case it becomes a target 

Yes, you guys have your own rooms. But they’re basically where you keep your belongings. 

Nat works a lot at night, so it’s usually you and Wanda at home by yourselves. When it’s bedtime, you sleep together

Nat’s pet names for you are: ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘honey’

Wanda’s pet name for you is: ‘moja ljubav’ meaning ‘my love’. It’s in Serbian which is the official language in Sokovia, where she grew up.

Wanda hums a lot, it’s usually a lullaby from her childhood. It calms her down, especially when she’s worked up

Nat and Wanda like to slow dance in the kitchen. Wanda’s head gently leaning on Nat’s chest, their arms wound tightly around each other. The pots and pans on the stove completely forgotten. 

Yelena visits often! She loves Wanda’s cooking, talking with you, and getting to see her big sister. You always beg her to sleep over, and most of the time, she does!

Wanda’s love language is physical touch and quality time. She loves when you kiss her face; peppering small kisses over her nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead.

When Sam comes to visit, he usually brings Bucky and although he starts off as moody, he soon comes to love staying over. He and Nat have a lot in common and chat about their pasts. 

Wanda does your and Nat’s nails. She begs Nat to let her do pink but never wins 

As a joke you bought everyone matching pajamas, and although it was very funny, you all wear them unironically

Wanda uses her powers for a lot of things, and you absolutely love it. It’s so handy! If something breaks, Wanda can fix it, if you’re out and guys are harassing you, she has the ability to LITERALLY CONTROL THEIR MINDS. 

Nat is the least likely to hold grudges, then you, then Wanda...

You’ve all decided that you want to travel the world together. Nat may not appear as excited as you and Wanda (she’s already traveled the world, but that was for missions.)

Wanda wants to go to Disneyland. Can you imagine Nat and Wanda with the mickey ears on?!

Theme Song: 

Gimme All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Moon (Nat) x Sun (You) x Eclipse (Wanda)

  ✧ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (this goes for everyone)

  ✧ The Impulsive (Wanda) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Nat)

[honestsycrets]

A Woman, Not a Demon

❛ pairing | king alfred x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | sick of the reader, bjorn hands her down to alfed-- who has yet to prove himself to bjorn.

❛  warnings | verbal arguments, whipping, bad!alfred, dark!alfred, dark!bjorn, dark!reader, slavery, hatesex, angry words, verbal abuse, beating, 

❛ sy’s notes | i wrote this fic a while ago but i just didn’t have the balls to post it until right now with coaxing. i was in a mood just last week and wrote this then. 

He buries the Bishop Heahmund. He buries his memories of his father with them. Cold in the ground, his memories disassociate from him as he walks past through the halls his grandfather once walked. He steps into his throne room and finds that there stands Bjorn, the back of his blond head unmistakable.

“Bjorn Ironside,” he calls.

Bjorn shifts, tugging with him a smaller body. The candlelight reflects off of the smaller one, outlines more delicate features. A girl. No-- Alfred comes to a stop at the base of the stairs. A woman.

“Who is she?” Alfred sways to a stop, his hands folded carefully in front of himself.

“This is (Y/N) Flokisdottir.”

Alfred looks her over. It means nothing to him.

“Does that mean something to you?” Alfred asks.

“It means she is the daughter of a certain boatbuilder,” Bjorn says cryptidly. “You’ll keep her.”

Alfred trudges up the steps. The usual Alfred-- the one that was careful about Bjorn, might have quivered. The Alfred that has lost so much in such a short span of years grasps the dirty woman by the straps of a sheening silk dress, yanking you upright. You fight back, slamming your head into his with a wet crack. Alfred staggers, catching himself on a step. His eyes widen bright and wide, the whites of his eye visible. For your effort, you fell down the stairs.

“That woman! She’s a-- a--”

“Demon?” Bjorn finishes, stepping down the steps and hauling you back up to your feet. He grips the fine collar of Alfred’s clean tunic and rushes him up to his feat. You stand on your bare toes, blood coursing down your eyebrow over fluttering, bloody lashes.

“A demon,” Alfred affirms, glancing over the strap that has migrated off your shoulder. The bud of your nipple is visible, causing him to stir a bit. A frisson of concern over the guards watching washes over him then leaves. They are outside the door. Bjorn leans in, lingering there. Ubbe has taught him many things. Alfred is in no way afraid of Bjorn Ironside, but its not so simple.

“No, not a demon. She’s a woman. One that knows you’re a weak man.” Bjorn releases her, eyes flickering over Alfred’s dress. He could never imagine putting on a frock. A frock of fear. In his eyes, he might have seen a flash of pity. Bjorn releases him. “As do I.”

Bjorn starts for the door, confusing Alfred whole heartedly. You shift onto your knees, getting your bearings to stand upright. He stares off Bjorn yanks the door open. Stop, the word caught in his throat. It’s too slow. Bjorn shuts the door behind him. It leaves him lost, scanning the stony ground in confusion. He steps away, looking to the letters marking his grandfather’s grave, a sodden body below.

ECBERT

“He’s right,” you say, twisting your wrists in rope with no give. “You are weak.”

Alfred turns back to you, blood dry on your eyelashes. The ground is hard on your knees, even with this simple but lavish dress. Alfred looks back to you, the symbol of everything he’s lost. A beautiful Norsewoman. The picture of beauty for your people. Long hair, a trim body meant to murder like the best of your men.

“You’re held down by stupid ideologies, Christian.”

The spite on your tongue. He’s heard it before-- not from anyone here. He’s heard it from the tales of the Norsemen that his mother told him of. Floki, the boatbuilder. That was it-- the boatbuilder.

“Just like your stupid father, traveling about anguished for his gay love of Ragnar and his stupid devotional love for his god.”

Alfred turns, walking up to you in a great and quick stride. His voice is darkly smooth, running over you as if you were bathing in dark wine. You meet his eyes, threatening him to continue.

“What did you say?” His lips curl when he’s mad. You notice something. Despite the hardness of his face, his eyes almost glisten.

“Are you going to cry?”

Alfred fists the silk, yanking it off of your body as if it really meant something to you. Modesty. A Christian trait. A Viking one? Perhaps, Alfred debates it momentarily. Your warm breath pulls over his face. A rictus of a smile that is all teeth widens, foully speaking.

“I said-- you’re a bitch.”

It breaks the remnants of his patience. As sick as he was, as kind as he could be; both flew out the window when he dug his hand into a handful of your hair, dragging you across the floor to his throne. Your teeth gnash, grabbing onto the arm of the throne.

Alfred turns to find the item of his interest. It’s a whip-- you make note when it cracks upon your back, causing you to grip the arm a little harder. It tears down into muscle, leaving long cracking welts up your back. Another blow to your back leaves you breathless, struggling back the urge to scream. No Norsewoman screamed. At least, not for a forigner.

“Had enough?” Alfred yells in a bout of his rage.

“Are we punishing in holy numbers? Is there some Saxon mysticism?” You say back to him, looking over. A wild, loose pleasure filling your face when Alfred comes close. His palm is flat over your throat, pulling you back against his chest. That’s quite enough of your tongue, you think Alfred’s had enough. He drags a ripped piece of cloth around your head, tying with a force none too gentle.

A shuffle of fabric behind you reminds you of your sex. The king forces you to bend over his throne, prickling you in excitement when the head of his cock nudges your hold. It’s been a while. Your hands grasp the arm, moaning into the cloth when none too gently, and with way more oil than was needed, Alfred slams his cock into your cunt. It burns.

Alfred forms a ponytail from your hair, pumping his hips forward. Your breath swipes away, pleasure beating you with every slam. Your hands cling onto the throne, raunchy slaps of skin filtering through the heavy wooden door.

“Mmph!”

“Shut up,” Alfred says, the words distant and strange on his tongue. Alfred yanks your hair back, just for the hell of it. It causes your cunt to squeeze his long, earnest stroke. His hips judder, shallow and quick. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry subjected to this feeling. The way that Alfred brought you pleasure, being bent over and taken raw, oh-- he might have thought it to be a punishment. But from the way you cling to his cock, he knows it isn’t.

“You,” the king says, leaning back as far as his tip. He lurches forward, your ass jiggling against his hips. Your legs shake. Incredible-- Alfred thinks. For all his efforts, the beating-- the whip. It seems to have made you soak in pleasure. The filth is dripping down over his curling pubic hair, soaking him down. You’ve cum over him.

“This is a game to you.” the king makes note. “You’re a jokester.”

The sound of slaps in the room hasten. Waves of pleasure build upon him, building up and threatening to overflow. Your body thrums when the king makes a pleasured cry that almost sounds too effeminate off his lips. He draws out of you, dropping to sit in his throne.

“Come, whore,” he calls out to you.

You crawl as obediently as you can over to him. He makes no other command, wondering what you might do. Your lips center on his sac, suckling wet juices off of them. He’s soaked in his taste of you, his balls heavy with the need. Alfred beats his fist over his cock, until he’s certain he is moments away.

“Sit on me.” He pants, holding back. You crawl up his body as best as you are able. The king grasps your hips, holding you steady and thrusts forward back into your hole. On the throne, he makes short and shallow thrusts, pumping into your cunt with such force that you shout in pleasure, losing yourself in the moment. Alfred yanks you back, faltering in his thrusts to fill you. You yank up, wanting nothing to do with his seed-- but he pushes you back down and forces you full of his seed.

Alfred lays back, the rage burnt out in his stomach. Your back is still bleeding over his shirt, your cunt dripping and still stuffed with his Saxon cum.

“Gotten it out of your system?” You ask.

“Yes,” he pants. “Yes.”

“Good,” you return. “Now get out of my pussy, that hurt.”

Alfred pushes your hips up, obeying and setting you back onto his thigh. Yes, he laughs to himself. You were something much more than a demon. Much worse. You were a heathen woman.

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[directionlessbuthappy]

Haunting Kindness

Ivar x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Warnings: abuse, angst

Taglist: @ivarslittlebadgirl @funfettiqueen18 @steadypiepsychicflower  @cbouvier23 @holydream @fireismysaftey @funmadnessandbadassvikings@attorneyl @tephi101

“My father is buried in the mountains west of here along the brook of Helvegan.”

Ivar bumped his crutch into you while you walked. You hadn't realized how much you slowed down.

"Are you alright y/n?" Ivar mumbled to you, his little shadow.

"Yes...yes I'm fine."

Aslaug said her sons would be the one to check for Alf's grave, but you insisted they would not find it without your help. Reluctantly the queen allowed you to travel with Ivar and Hvitserk while Ubbe and Sigurd remained back in Kattegat. They would keep a careful watch on your mother Ingrod in case she tried to leave Kattegat before facing judgement.

Hvitserk was the spearhead of your little journey; you walked a few feet behind him, and Ivar perhaps a foot or two behind you. The trek was taking hours. It would take longer with Ivar's legs. You all prepared to stay the night at the foot of the mountain if need be, but you hoped there would be enough daylight to get back in one day.

The foot of that mountain would deliver nightmares unto you. You were sure.

Hvitserk pressed on but you asked him to stop every hour or so. It was obvious to you when Ivar was in pain. He never said a word since he preferred being tough; a viking who complained was hardly a viking. He wanted to be strong. You respected his reason and would ask Hvitserk to stop on multiple occasions over your faked menstrual cramps.

Sitting on a large rock, Ivar huffed dryly through his nose and mouth.

"Your eyes..." you whispered. Ivar seemed to dart his gaze away from you.

"They...do that."

"When you're in pain?"

"When I'm soon to break a bone."

It was your turn to grimace, but you did not look away. He was the one in pain.

"I shouldn't have made you do this," you sighed. "If I'd stayed in Kattegat, so would you."

"Yes but how many days would it have taken Hvitserk and Ubbe to find your father's unmarked grave? By the time they returned, your mother would have been executed, and you'd already have one of my sons."

Fiercely blushing, you covered your cheeks with your hands. Ivar was finally looking at you, smiling even wider at how embarassed you were. His expression changed and he seemed suddenly...worried.

"You...do know what my mother will do if its found Alf is indeed dead, right?"

"I know," you said. In truth you did not want to condemn your mother to death. But it was up to the gods, and whatever happened to her, her judgement came. If Hel chose her, you had little to do with that...she damned herself. "Perhaps she will be merciful."

"After all the years Ingrod beat you? My mother can say whatever she wants...I will not be merciful to any degree.”

You looked at him without an inkling of doubt or amusement. "You would have me marry my mother's killer?"

It was Ivar's turn to look embarrassed. You reached out and took his hand that laid on one of his legs; his flinched away quickly, but settled when you reached for it again. Not many tried twice.

"I love you, Ivar. Not just for saving me...but for loving me. Respecting me. That is why I ask you continue to respect me, and do not kill her if the queen has pity."

Ivar was quiet again. In this, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and remained nose to nose with him.

"If it pleases you," Ivar sighed, relenting. You kissed him fully, savoring it for the blink. Then in the next, Hvitserk gave a whistle, and you were walking again.

The three of you reached the base of the mountain two hours later. The sky was a paling blue. Mist crawled over the summit of the moutain and a bone chilling dampness was in the air. You'd been letting Hvitserk lead until you heard it. The brookside trickling and tinkering against rocks.

"We're here," you exclaimed softly. Hvitserk started slowing down; the path you three had been following dissolved about a half hour behind you, but he knew where to go to get to the brook. Now it was up to you.

You set forth through the mossy rock formations and skinny trees. The crows would caw occasionally in the distance. Hvitserk and Ivar grew nervous. The both of them had been to the brook before, but Helvegan was an eerie place. The foot of the mountain was unsettling in that it had no animals. No squirrels or birds came here much. Only crows, and occasionally deer would travel through. But none stayed.

After walking and following the treeline like you had three times before, you found it. Alongside the brook, behind a large tree log, held a slightly odd hilltop of pressed earth. Flowers and greenery covered the ground, but the line of risen dirt was obvious.

"This is him."

[robertmcangusgroup]

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Saturday 14th October 2017

Good Morning Gentle Reader….  Up early this morning, no particular reason, just woke early, so Bella will get the benefit of a longer walk, not going to be a beach day as the weather is cloudy, with patches of sunshine, 28c so I am sure the small scattering of tourists will attempt to get on the beach… reached for my glasses before I went out this morning.. old habits die hard… I guess…

NORTH YORKSHIRE'S THE BLACK SWAN 'BEST RESTAURANT IN WORLD'…. A village pub has been named the best restaurant in the world in an international poll based on customer reviews. The Black Swan in Oldstead, North Yorkshire, beat Heston Blumenthal's The Fat Duck and Raymond Blanc's Le Manoir. TripAdvisor said it was the first time a British restaurant had won the title since the awards began in 2012. Blanc's Belmond Le Manoir Aux Quat'Saisons in Great Milton, Oxfordshire, came second. The travel website said the winner was selected based on the millions of reviews and opinions collected on the site over a 12-month period.

WHY DID VIKINGS HAVE 'ALLAH' EMBROIDERED INTO FUNERAL CLOTHES?.... Researchers in Sweden have found Arabic characters woven into burial costumes from Viking boat graves. The discovery raises new questions about the influence of Islam in Scandinavia, They were kept in storage for more than 100 years, dismissed as typical examples of Viking Age funeral clothes. But a new investigation into the garments - found in 9th and 10th Century graves - has thrown up groundbreaking insights into contact between the Viking and Muslim worlds. Patterns woven with silk and silver thread have been found to spell the words "Allah" and "Ali". The breakthrough was made by textile archaeologist Annika Larsson of Uppsala University while re-examining the remnants of burial costumes from male and female boat and chamber graves originally excavated in Birka and Gamla Uppsala in Sweden in the late 19th and mid-20th centuries. She became interested in the forgotten fragments after realising the material had come from central Asia, Persia and China. Larsson says the tiny geometric designs - no more than 1.5cm (0.6in) high - resembled nothing she had come across in Scandinavia before. "I couldn't quite make sense of them and then I remembered where I had seen similar designs - in Spain, on Moorish textiles." 

AUSTRALIA JET AND NAVY DATA STOLEN IN 'EXTENSIVE' HACK…. Sensitive information about Australia's defence programmes has been stolen in an "extensive" cyber hack. About 30GB of data was compromised in the hack on a government contractor, including details about new fighter planes and navy vessels. The data was commercially sensitive but not classified, the government said. It did not know if a state was involved. Australian cyber security officials dubbed the mystery hacker "Alf", after a character on TV soap Home and Away. The breach began in July last year, but the Australian Signals Directorate (ASD) was not alerted until November. The hacker's identity is not known. "It could be one of a number of different actors," Defence Industry Minister Christopher Pyne told the Australian Broadcasting Corp on Thursday. "It could be a state actor, [or] a non-state actor. It could be someone who was working for another company." Mr Pyne said he had been assured the theft was not a risk to national security.

INDIA SUPREME COURT RULES SEX WITH CHILD BRIDE IS RAPE…. India's Supreme Court has struck down a legal clause that permits men to have sex with their underage wives. The clause, which was part of India's law on rape, said intercourse between a man and his wife was permissible as long as she was over 15 years of age. The legal age of consent and marriage in India is 18 but marital rape is not considered an offence. The verdict has been hailed by women's rights activists but correspondents say the order will be difficult to enforce. The judgement said that girls under 18 would be able to charge their husbands with rape, as long as they complained within one year of being forced to have sexual relations. "This is a landmark judgement that corrects a historical wrong against girls. How could marriage be used as a criterion to discriminate against girls?" Vikram Srivastava, the founder of Independent Thought, one of the main petitioners in the case, told the BBC. However, the BBC's Geeta Pandey in Delhi says that while welcome, the order will be difficult to implement in a country where child marriage is still rampant.

CARA DELEVINGNE JOINS HARVEY WEINSTEIN ACCUSERS…. Cara Delevingne is the latest actress to come forward with allegations about sexual advances from movie mogul Harvey Weinstein. The British model and actress issued a statement in which she said Weinstein had made advances to her in a hotel room, in the presence of another woman, after they had discussed a film role. A string of actresses have come forward over the last week to accuse the movie mogul of sexual harassment or assault. Together, the claims build up a picture of one of the most powerful men in the industry exerting pressure on younger women at the start of their careers, often in hotel rooms and offices. He has admitted his behaviour has "caused a lot of pain" but has described many of the allegations against him as "patently false". His spokesperson has said "any allegations of non-consensual sex are unequivocally denied" and there were "never any acts of retaliation" against women who turned him down.

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, Saturday morning… …

Our Tulips today are for all those that have sent messages to me, welcoming me back....

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Saturday 14th October 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus

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Your Highness VII

A/N: this is short, but I have already written so many future chapters, I just need to write like the middle parts😂 of dear lord help me. Gif: bonniebirdgifscentre | enjoy!

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You got dressed, the silk rubbing against your body made you feel like a true queen. Why did they treat you like this? Only a few weeks ago, you were the biggest threat that walked their halls, now you were to be their queen with the finest jewels and fabrics at your disposal. A knock on you door interrupted your tying of the strings on your dress, "who is it?"

You could hear the door creek open a little, "Alfred."

You smiled, "Come on," he shuffled forward a little, "can you please tie this?"

"Yea," you could feel his hands take the long strips away from yours, "they are to have a dinner for the success with the Vikings."

You hitched your breath, a dinner? "I don't think I will attend."

You could feel his hands leave the back of your dress and snake around your waist, his head leaning against your shoulder, "they wish to hold it for you." For you? They should be holding it for the lives that were taken, celebrate them in hopes some will reach Valhalla, even then, most will end up in Hel. You hands rested on top of his, "How are you?"

You could feel the heavy tears forming in your eyes, "watch your people die by your own doing and tell me how you feel," you whisper, staring straight as flashbacks of the screams and blood fill your eyes.

The wetness, the spit falling down your hair. It made you wanna scrub your skin clean of the memories, but if would never fully be clean, no matter how hard you try. "Y/N," he turned you to face him, but all you wanted to do was fall to the ground.

You felt weak, to heavy to even hold yourself up, you tucked your head in his neck, letting out sobs, "I let them die Alfred, they pleaded with me even spit on me, and I just let it happen," you could feel his hands wrap around you, "I had to watch children, children," you whisper into his ear.

"Y/N," you could hear the sympathy in his words, "it is alright, we will be fine."

"No, no we won't, everyone says that, but it won't be fine, we won't be fine!"

He pulled away from you, lowering to caress your head in his hands, "why don't we skip the dinner."

You looked to the ground, "you cannot do that, you are the king."

He made you look at him, "and you are to be my queen. We can just talk or sleep," you smiled, which caused him to paint one on himself. "Is that alright?" You nodded your head, "okay, Come on," he tugged your body towards the bed, moving the furs to help you get comfortable, then he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

After a while of silence, you broke it, "my brothers will wage a war on Wessex when they hear about this."

"About what?"

You swallowed hard, "the killings, our marriage, me converting."

He's fingers drew pictures on your skin, "let them," he almost mumbled it, "you are all I need and I'm willing to wait years if that is what it will take to see you happily reign by my side."

You smiled, turning your body up to look at him, "thank you."

Though you said thanks, did all your prayers to their god, and was taught every rule in their books, when you were alone, you found yourself breaking. You took deep breath's, sitting in your tub. You tried holding the tears in, but they wanted to force themselves out. You leaned your head against the wood, why? Why was this happening to you? You could feel your face scrunch, trying to force the heavy droplets of water out from your eyes. No, this was not you. You turned back up, breath, you're more than this. You hid your pain from anyone that wished to talk, Alfred was the worst. You found yourself fighting about the little things, questioning why you were even here. "I don't believe we should hold the wedding so soon, we must wait, till their civil war has died down and their will be no repercussions."

Alfred's back was turned to you, "Y/N, they have already called for a day. We cannot hold it off because of their war, they are pagans." That word, it hurt your head to hear. You were once a pagan, so why must he speak so ill of them. You grabbed your cloak, hearing him sigh, "where are you going?"

"To visit a friend," you tightened it, looking at him with annoyance, "do not forget your fiancé was a pagan." You slammed the door behind you, what were you doing? You wished you could turn back around, run to him and apologize and kiss him, but the damage was done. Tomorrow would be a new day, but you mustn't tamper with what God had in store for you now.

"You have come to visit!" You glared to Cace as she jumped when she heard the door creak opened, "ooh! Let me guess," she could see the despair on your face, "you husband doesn't preform for you?"

You glared her down, "Cace! Shut up!"

She sat back, "fine, but what have you done with our people?" Your eyes went to the floor, "you killed them! I knew you would!" She smiled, her smile almost sadistic, "was it fun?"

"No, it wasn't fun," you muttered.

"But you are here, so it gave you some satisfaction."

You bent down against the wall, pushing your head into your hands, "please just be quiet." In truth, you only went down there for quietness, knowing Alfred wouldn't even think about visiting a women who tried to kill him. You could feel the tears forming again, "Erica is still alive."

Her eyes widened, "Erica? Where is she?"

You closed your eyes tight, trying to rid yourself of the memories. You took a deep breath, facing to look at her again, "in a cell, down the hall from you."

You could see her questions appear, "well, do-does she know why she's here?" You couldn't answer that, you hadn't even talked to her since you forced her here. You should have killed her, let her die instead of rotting in a place she doesn't wish to be.

You stood from your spot, "I have to go." Before Cace could respond, you found yourself in front of the doors of Erik's room. Oh god, what were you doing? This isn't right, she shouldn't be here. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open, "Erika?"

You must have woken her from her sleep, because you could hear the chain suddenly rattle with the new voice within the room. "Y/N?"

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Your highness VI

A/N: I wanted to write another chapter for cheater, but I’m really on a roll with your highness right now and I’m also almost Done with VII so, it may be posted tonight. I have no schedule for my writing times, or post times *nervous laughter* Gif: annethearcher Enjoy! Also this is a little sad

Warnings: character deaths

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You felt like you were going to throw up. You sat on a horse with your armor, well not your armor, the armor Alfred had made for you. If was tight against your sleek body, almost caging you in when it was locked in place. You tightened the reins, wrapping them around your hand as a nervous tick somewhat. You would tighten them until there was close to no more rope was left, then let go. You told Alfred you must do this alone, your people couldn’t see him and you together, they couldn’t know. When you reached the small divot in the land, you smiled. You could see your friends, they were sharpening axes, weaving clothing, talking. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, they didn’t have the Gods sitting on their shoulders, watching their moves every minute, mocking them for their choices. You turned your head when a familiar voice rang through your ears, “Y/N!”

You smiled when you saw Erica, she was nice, but you never really got to talk to her as a child. When you went into Lagatha’s care, that was when you finally met her.

You sighed, jumping down from the side of your horse, “Erica,” she wrapped her arms around your neck, holding you in a tight hug.

She looked at the two soldiers who stood behind you, “did you do it?” She whispered into your ear.

You pulled away, “not yet.”

She tried looking behind you, “where is Cace?”

You gave a small smile, “she is with the king,” it wasn’t a lie. She was with the king, just not in the same place.

She pulled in closer again, “don’t let her take your place, I know how much this means to you and Lagatha.”

You nodded, “Erica, we-we,” you could feel you palms getting wet, “Erica, the king, he has changed his view on welcoming you all here.”

Her face sagged, “what? What are you talking about Y/N?”

You wanted to tell her, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t tell her you were about to slaughter all the people around you. “Erica, I have requested you stay in the castle with me.”

“Oh,” she could see your eyes becoming glossy, lowering to match with your distant eyes, “Y/N, really what is going on?”

You shook you head, taking a deep breathe, “nothing,” you brushed her hair away, “I have just missed you I suppose,” she smiled. After a while, you turned back to one of the guards, “take her to the castle.”

He nodded his head, grabbing her wrist a little to hard causing her to release a whine. I glared to him, but he was already gone, the other approached my side, “Your Highness, the archers request your go.”

You admired the people laughing, why couldn’t you just say no? Not let this happen, not let your people be murdered I front of you. You sighed, turning your head so you could still see them, “tell them they may release fire.”

He nodded his head, letting the others see. You turned back to jump onto your horse, watching as a man gripped his throat and a women screamed. “Den!” The women yelled, searching around to see who the shot came from, but in a flash, she was laying on him, with an arrow to her side.

“We are being attacked!” One man yelled, you could see them grabbing for their shields and swords, forming a circle of protection. You watched as another arrow hit the side of the man giving orders, this time though, the arrow had a flame lit at the head of it.

You watched them fall and scatter, the hardest was the children, their sweet faces shriveled in pain and fear. How did Rollo do this? He was even the one doing the killing, he took his sword and killed them on his own. If he did it, you will to. You jumped off your horse, approaching a group of men and women, “hold your fire!” You shouted.

You could see the relief on their faces, “it is the Princess Y/N! Bend your knees!”

You smiled a little trying to be calm, knowing their relief would only be met with fear, “please, get up off the ground,” you lifted one of the girls closest to you.

“What is going on? Did you kill him? Is that why you are here?”

He had so many questions, to many, “please, you must allow for your children to come with me, it will be best that way.”

His face moved from happiness to confusion, “what are you talking about.”

You went to speak again, but another women stepped forward, “she’s one of them! See her armor, it’s the kings markings!”

“No I-”

“Ay, she came to kill us!”

You shook your head frantically, “no, please listen.”

“Our children will stay with us,” you watched as they pushed their own flesh and blood closer to them, why wouldn’t they want freedom for their own children?

“It will be easier if you release-”

Your sentence was interrupted but the feeling of warm wetness fall down you hair, you turned to see someone had spit on you, spit? Because you were offering their children a safe passage? “May the gods shame you Y/N Lothbrok, your father and mother would have disgraced you for this.”

You tried pressing you anger back, this was not what was meant to happen, this was not how this was supposed to be going. You turned to the women, drawing your sword, “you believe my father would have cared?” She looked scared, you knew she couldn’t fight, she was a mother, not shield maiden, “fight me and if you win, you leave. May the gods shame me in doing so.” She looked too scared, not knowing what to say, “no? . . Then I don’t recommend you provoke a war you know you will not win.”

“Aye, but she’ll still kill us,” another chimed in from the back.

You stepped away, taking a deep breath, you were meant to be here, be in Wessex. You were meant to be here, meant to be with Alfred. God wished you to come here, not the other gods. It was you destiny to be here, not Lagatha’s killing pet. “Archers!” You could hear them draw their bows, “aim!”

“Please!” A different women stepped forward, “please princess Y/N! You do not need to kill us, we will not tell, please!” You could almost see the tears in her eyes from where you stood.

You stepped away, walking to your horse, “coward! Cannot even kill us herself!”

When you finally sat on the horse, you gave a straight face. You were not a coward, you were doing this for love, for a life other than killings. If you had to watch them die in order to have a life you wanted, this was a mere shred of sadness, “shoot!”

You looked to the ground, trying to drain the screams of the mothers holding their children, the husbands trying to stop the blood from leaving their wives side, the siblings who had to stand and form a shield in order to protect one another. Who was this? This was not you, you would never turn on your people, so why are you now? You moved your horse to turn back to the castle, taking a deep breath trying to gain your composer, trying not to cry in front of these Christian. This was not who you were, but the damage was done, you could never go back from this, even if you begged the gods. It wasn’t long before you saw Alfred standing talking to someone, you couldn’t tell if it was Judith or another women, but when his eyes matched with yours, he quickly walked to you, “y/n, are you alright?”

He could see the look on your face, it wasn’t happiness, no it was far from it. You were in shock and fear at the same time. You didn’t think you would really let that happen, and now, you can never return home, never return to your brothers. Your brothers, you forgot about them, people only talked about your parents disgracing you, but what of Bjorn, or Ivar, Ivar would be the worse. He would kill Alfred, he would think it was Alfred who was at fault for you becoming Christian. You slid down from your horse, and when Alfred’s hands tried to wrap around you in a hug, you ducked down, “please,” you spoke quietly, trying to not have everyone see you block the Kings touches, “not now,” you walked past him, all you wanted to do was drown in your tears that wouldn’t come out.

You asked for a bath to be made, so you could sit in your pitiful puddle before having to see people cheer and scream for your choice. Did they not know you were hurt? Did they just think becoming a Christian was the a blink of an eye move? All things take time, and maybe on the outside you looked like their future Christian Queen, but on the inside, your heart fought with your mind for control of your decisions. On the inside, you were still the Viking princess who fought with Lagatha everyday, till her hands bled from gripping her sword so hard. You closed your eyes, holding your breath as you pushed your head under the water, trying to push back everything that had happened, trying to bring the sunny days with Lagatha back, the times you laughed with your brothers back, when your friends really talked to you with happiness, not fear stricken in their eyes. You laughed at the thought, your friends, friends you would never get back. . . Erica.

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Your Highness Masterlist

Summary: sent on a quest by Lagertha, the reader must question everything she was accustomed to. Traveling to Wessex as a daughter of a Viking may be hard, but as the daughter of Ragnar Lothrbok, everyone will question your willingness to change.

Warnings: character deaths in later chapters (VI. .)

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