#and some might not even acknowledge your muse after; because they don't want the attachment

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Hey look I remembered Sunday for once so I'm queuing some stuff-

You're reminder that these muses are open for casual smut interactions even if it might take me a while to reply :nodding:

Tarhos (any verse), Ghost, P.yramid H.ead, The Incubus, D.amien, B.aldwin, and S.armenti.

[hecohansen31]

Hi! Can you please do “No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.” from your Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters with Hvitserk (I know you don't usually write for him so if you don't feel like writing for him I would totally understand) 😊

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I just wanted to say that you are more than welcome to send me anything about other Vikings characters, because although I love (1) idiot, I also love writing for the others, so don’t worry!

I just hope I portrayed him properly!

As always: if you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll rewrite it!

WARNINGS: Mention of Unplanned Pregnancy/ Sexual Innuendos.

Your life as a mother could be hard, sometimes.

Even more when you spent entire days locked away at home, since your husband was busy plotting and planning with his brother.

The disadvantages of having married a prince.

So, when your husband reassured you that he’d take care of the babies, you were glad to be able to escape the house for a bit, feeling it almost closing onto you.

Although you were scared of leaving your children with your husband.

As much as Hvitserk was far more than the dumb dork he might seem to everyone, you were still unsure about leaving your precious children with him, although, after all, he was their father.

But you were their mother.

In the end, still, your husband managed to usher you outside, with one child, Stigr, your older one, attached firmly to his leg, as he waved you ‘goodbye’, and another, Sveinn your newborn, in his arms, held upside down, something that made a chill go down your spine…

… but still you decided to take the road for the market.

Thinking that the faster you parted, the faster you’d be back reunited with them, before any of your children suffered permanent damages.

At the market you met a few friends and even your husband’s brother, the blonde slave he had freed by his side, as he raised an hand to salute you, an arrogant smirk on his face, as you bowed lightly to hide your grimace.

Hvitserk had jumped the boat on Ubbe to join Ivar, something that you wouldn’t have agreed upon, waiting for him at home, pregnant with your first child, but at the same time you couldn’t blame him for it, since he didn’t know that a small family was forming between you.

A family that had pushed him to marry you, as soon as he was back, putting another baby in you.

And you were happy.

Although you could find sometimes your husband dead worried, falling asleep as soon as he had barely came home, something that made you uneasy to let him handle the children, worried that they might annoy him or ruin his well-deserved rest.

You didn’t mind taking care of the children, although you missed the freedom you had had before them.

But when you had been blessed with them, you had already done everything you wanted, so you were more than happy to take on the role of mother.

A battlefield sometimes worse than the ones you had come across when you were still a warrior.

The walk through the market helped clearing your mind and you came back home singing softly, surprised that your small hut hadn’t been set on fire and you were more than curious to know what Hvitserk had kept the children busy with.

He certainly loved playing with them, as soon as he had some free time, but he hadn’t spent an entire afternoon without you by his side.

But apparently he had done better than you had expected and certainly… if the children weren’t injured… you would have considered leaving him more with his ‘beloved boys’.

You were welcomed by soft gurgles and Hvitserk’s ushered voice, and as you moved to the kitchen you found your husband sat on a chair, with Sveinn sat onto the kitchen table, in front of him, and beside them an amazed Stigr, in your husband’s hands.

You observed the scene from a distance, trying to understand what was going on in your kitchen, but soon the gurgles of your smaller child filled the place again, and Hvitserk nodded seriously, as if he was entertaining a true conversation with his son.

“… yeah yeah, I know I also hate being alone without mom” he mumbled, and your heart swell at his honesty “… but she’ll be back, I hope… but she isn’t the fastest at running, believe me”.

You honestly wanted to deck him across the face for that, but smirked lightly at what your older son said later:

“But mom is so strong!” intervened softly Stigr, as Hvitserk turned to him, but kept his steady grip on the smallest of his child.

“I know!” he replied, keeping that serious tone “… before she had you two, she used to be one of the fiercest shieldmaiden, and then… she had you two, my strong warriors, proving to me that she was the strongest woman ever”.

Your relationship with Hvitserk hadn’t started as one of love, but you had found yourself falling in his bed many and many times over again, but once had put enough of his seed in you to make you fall pregnant with him.

And although you hadn’t asked him to take responsibility, you had asked him to acknowledge your son as his not to let him be treated as a bastard, but he had insisted on actually being his father and soon after he had married you, your relationship blossoming in a soft and tender love, a familiar one, that was full of laugh and sweetness.

You had been thoroughly lucky.

And to discover that he talked so sweetly about you with your two sons made you swoon softly.

You made some noise pushing your bags onto the floor, signaling your arrival as Hvitserk turned to you.

Hvitserk quickly moved to raise up but you simply sent him a light smile, before you added softly:

“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them”.

He blushed adorably, realizing you had heard everything he had said.

Although he hadn’t any trouble getting physical with you, Hvitserk still had difficulty talking about his feelings, so you tried not to make him feel more ashamed, as you and Stigr moved to adjust the groceries you had bought, meanwhile Hvitserk moved to calm the small Sveinn who was trying to reach out for you with his chubby hands.

“Mommy is coming, as soon as I finish this” you promised him, blowing him a soft kiss “… did you have fun with your dad, sweetie?”.

“We did!” answered for him Stigr, and Hvitserk smiled softly, trying to shift his embarrassment away from you “… he was talking about how you two met”.

Now it was your turn to blush, at the knowledge that your first meeting with Hvitserk wasn’t exactly proper for children.

“Oh, did he?” you simply mused, as Sveinn finally was able to get ahold of you, as you came to Hvitserk and gently kissed his cheek to thank him for his job, the skin against your mouth heated for embarrassment, meanwhile your younger sons, threaded his soft fingers in your hair.

“… mommy! Can we have sweets after dinner?” quickly changed topic Stigr, catching a glimpse of bread in your bags.

He shared the same hunger of Hvitserk and you hoped that Sveinn wouldn’t inherit it as he grew older or you’d be barely able to leave some food in the food storage.

“Stigr” reprimanded him softly your husband, as he moved to your side “… leave your poor mother alone and get yourself ready for dinner!”.

Leaving you with a smiling Sveinn and Hvitserk

“You did better than I thought” you confessed then as a smart and devious look appeared in Hvitserk’s light eyes.

“… do I get a taste of something sweet for that?” he teased you, his lips moving onto your neck softly and sensually.

But you escaped his grip immediately, sending him a harsh look.

“Wash your hands and wait till your sons are asleep, and then I’ll consider it”.

And you pushed Sveinn back in his awaiting arms, marching out to get dinner, indeed, ready.

But you heard Hvitserk clearly muttering to his small child:

“… did I tell you that sometimes I fear her more than uncle, Ivar?”.

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