#anyways i am GOING to draw my new oc today. perhaps i might even share this drawing

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i’ll never be over the irreparable damage rainbowdash did to my g/t art. i used to draw tinies in jars willy nilly. jars are just aesthetically banging. but now you cannot mention anything being in a jar without someone going “JUST LIKE RAINBOWDASH” ITS NOT ABOUT RAINBOWDASH ITS NEVER ABOUT RAINBOWDASH LEAVE ME ALONEEEE

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Together - Part 2

Warnings: NSFW,  smut, language

Pairings: Harald/OC, Harald/OC/Halfdan, Halfdan/OC

Summary: Harald doesn’t mind sharing.

Tags: @oddsnendsfanfics 

Harald sat on the bed, propped up by pillows watching Yasmin unbraid her hair. It was intricate and it was taking her a while, but he liked watching the way her hair fell in waves around her shoulders.

“Earlier, when Halfdan came in,” he paused, continuing when her eyes met his in the mirror, “I didn’t mind him...looking...at you.”

Yasmin averted her gaze, continuing her task.

“Did you?” He ventured.

He had to know, he had to ask. Ever since their wedding night Halfdan had been up his ass about asking Yasmin to spend the night as the three of them. Harald didn’t mind, but he didn’t yet know Yasmin well enough to know if she would...or not.

“He can’t keep coming in here unannounced,” she said haughtily, “I know you love him, but he oversteps boundaries sometimes.” She pulled a slight face of annoyance, standing from her chair and running her fingers through her hair relishing the feeling of it being free and out of braids.

“What boundaries?” Harald asked, holding out his hand for her to take as she climbed gracefully onto the big bed laying beside him.

“Spatial boundaries.”

“So, if we invited Halfdan to our chambers, you wouldn’t be...opposed to such a thought?” He pressed lightly. So far, her only concern with the situation was that he came in unannounced and not that he had seen her naked.

“What would the reason for an invitation into the King and Queen’s bed chambers be?”

Harald opened his mouth to speak then decided against his words.

“Harald?” Yasmin leant up on her elbow, looking down at her husband.

“Perhaps we could extend an invitation to ... share our bed?” Harald spoke slowly.

“Halfdan has his own bed he doesn’t need to-” She stopped abruptly when a thought dawned on her. “Do you mean that you want me to - and your - Halfdan and I to-”.

“Only if you want to. To be honest, he just wants to watch.”

Yasmin’s mouth and eyes went wide. She turned to get off the bed and picked up her blue jacquard dressing gown.

“Where are you going?” He asked. He thought it was going well but, apparently not.

“To my personal chambers. And the door will be locked. All night. To King and countrymen.”

The wooden door shook with the force it was closed with. Perhaps that could’ve gone better.

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Yasmin didn’t sleep very well that night, and when sleep finally did take hold of her she slept late into the afternoon. It gave Harald a chance to recall the events of the evening to Halfdan over breakfast.

“Well, she didn’t say no,” Halfdan concluded.

Harald frowned. “Have you not been listening?”

“You don’t need to listen to a woman, brother. They say one thing and mean another anyway.”

“Oh, really? You’re giving me advice about women?”

A thrall approached their table and asked, “The Queen has not yet risen, would you like for me to wake her?”

“By Odin’s balls no, do not wake her. She will have the temperment of a bear!” Harald dismissed the slave.

“Maybe I should talk to her,” Halfdan offered.

Harald’s eyes bulged. “For the love of the Gods, please don’t.”

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“I don’t need you to walk with me,” Yasmin huffed throwing the fox fur around her neck.

“It doesn’t matter what you want or need - Harald told me to watch you so that is what I am doing.”

“Fine, but stay at least five paces behind me. I know you don’t believe in personal space but I do.”

Halfdan followed Yasmin five paces behind around the market. She picked out fruits and materials for new dresses, and he waited for her. Suddenly he walked out in front of her, holding a hand out for her to stop. There was a large puddle in the mud in front of her. Halfdan found a plank of wood nearby and laid across the puddle, like a bridge. He took her hand as she stepped on the plank, lifting her skirt so that it didn’t get wet or dirty as she walked across. On the other side, her hand squeezed his.

“Thank you. That was kind.”

He shushed her fiercely. “Do not call me that. I have a reputation to uphold.”

His face held a look of seriousness but his eyes held the same glint of mischievousness that she saw in her husband. She nodded her head, her own face mirroring his look of playful seriousness. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having him by her side after all.

Halfdan’s eyes went to something behind her, over her shoulder, but before she could turn round to see what it was he had pushed her out the way. She fell onto her side, in the mud. She looked up at him from her space on the ground about to yell at him when she saw the reason for his actions.

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Yasmin immediately took a bath on her return to the Great Hall. She was covered in mud and speckled with a man’s blood. She was getting undressed when the door burst open and out of instinct she covered her chest, although she was not yet fully undressed and still had a thin undergarment on.

“My Queen, my beloved, are you hurt?” Harald asked, hands hovering over her like he was afraid to touch her incase she was hurt. The door shut behind him and - surprise - there was Halfdan, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the door.

Halfdan rolled his eyes. “I told him you were unharmed.”

“I know what you said I need to hear it from her own lips,” Harald snapped back over his shoulder. “Are you well?” He gently cupped Yasmin’s  chin and rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip, his face painted with worry and a little anger at the thought of someone attempting to take the life of someone he loved so much.

“I am not harmed,” she reassured him, hands going to his shoulders and squeezing the tense muscles there. She pressed her lips to his, forgetting that Halfdan was there. He kissed her back softly, hand moving to cup her face and the backs of his knuckles brushed away some of the blood that had splattered on her cheek. He looked into her eyes searching for a sign she was lying, and saw her eyes flick to his younger brother. He kissed her more passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and moving to kiss her neck below her ear.

“Is he watching?” he whispered in between kisses. She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as his hand went to massage the soft flesh of her breast.

Halfdan opened the door, taking his leave.

“Wait,” Yasmin called to him, and he turned to her. She pulled away from Harald and placed a kiss on Halfdan’s cheek.

“Thank you, again”

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After Yasmin was sure the blood and mud had been cleansed from her body she dried and dressed herself, and went to the bed chambers she shared with Harald. There was no light or sound from the room and she knocked lightly, pressing an ear to the door to see if he had retired early. Peeking inside the room she saw the furs made up and untouched - he wasn’t there. The corridors to the main hall were empty of even thralls. Yasmin let out a long sigh, when she heard the rumble of male voices from further down the corridor.

She made her way to the very last room where a flickering light came from underneath the wooden door. She wasn’t aware the room even existed. Putting her ear to the door she heard Harald and Halfdan’s voices in conversation.

Harald noticed the light from the corridor flicker, drawing his attention. He straightened up, Halfdan on the other side of the table began to draw his sword. At a knock on the door Halfdan sheathed his sword.

“Enter,” Harald called, hoping and not wanting it to be Yasmin at the same time. He had ordered the thralls to bed and extra guards around the Great Hall to stop anyone from creeping around the corridors who still might have an agenda to kill his Queen.

Yasmin stopped at the threshold. “Apologies, I thought you were alone,” she lied, eyes flicking to Halfdan who acknowledged her presence but then turned to face forward, at some sort of parchment of paper on the small table in front of him.

“What is it that you need?” Harald asked, very formally.

“I wished to speak with you.”

“I am otherwise engaged at the moment. We shall talk later,” he easily dismissed her, turning as well to the parchment on the table.

Yasmin wasn’t sure of the reason why he was acting so formally around her. He wasn’t acting like her husband. He didn’t even act this way when they attended formal meetings at the Great Hall.

“I wanted to continue our discussion from yesterday evening,” she carried on. His eyes turned to her and she flicked her eyes to his brother, wondering if he would understand her meaning.

“We shall talk later, my Queen,” his voice softened. “Please, retire to bed and don’t wait for me. You will be safe.”

Yasmin stilled for a few seconds then left wordlessly, the sound of the door slamming echoing down the corridor followed by her quick footsteps.

“I get the impression she doesn’t like being told what to do all that much,” Halfdan muttered.

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Yasmin retired to bed, her movements angry and rushed as she muttered to herself. Surely whatever they had been discussing was not important? It couldn’t be anything to do with Council as they were the only ones in the room, the rest of Harald’s advisors were nowhere to be seen.

Yasmin awoke to the sounds of Harald entering the room and discarding his clothing. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he mumbled softly, and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Can we talk now?” Her voice was husky from sleep.

“It is late. Can it wait till morning?” He asked sliding under the furs next to her.

“No,” she huffed crossing her arms.

“It is late,” he countered, placing one arm behind his head.

“And who’s fault is that? What are you doing so late when nobody is even here? I know you weren’t discussing political matters because it was just you and Halfdan. Where’re your advisors?”

Harald sat upright in bed, his blue eyes looking grey as the moonlight became the only light in the room. “Do you not understand what happened - what could have happened today? An attempt was made on your life and if Halfdan hadn’t accompanied you to -” He stopped abruptly, hands going to his head, raking his fingers through his unbound hair. “The thralls have retired early and there are extra guards outside, I’ve sent my advisors away and it’s just me and my brother because he is the only one I completely trust.”

“Oh. Well, I would like to be informed next time.”

“I thought you had retired, I assumed you’d be tired from the day,” Harald placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder, his beard tickling her skin.

“I am fine.”

He laid another soft kiss on her shoulder, “I see that,” his mouth trailed kisses up her neck, sucking on the sensitive spot there. Damn him for knowing her weaknesses. His arm went around her waist and he bought her on top of him as he laid on his back. Yasmin steadied herself with her hands on his broad chest, fingers tracing the blue green swirls that looked black in the dark. She ground her sex against him. He always slept naked, she was only covered in a thin chemise nightgown. He reached down to pull her dress off her, and then laid back with his arms crossed under his head, smirking up at her.

“Oh? Just going to lay there are we?”

“Your King’s had a long day, my Queen,” he pouted.

“Long?” She teased, rubbing herself all along his growing erection.

“Very,” he smiled.

“And hard?” She leant back pushing her breasts forward, gyrating her hips and coating him with her growing wetness.

“Oh, so very hard, my love.”

She tilted her hips forward so her wet folds just enveloped just his head.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lifting his hips and moving his hands to her thighs. She raised herself, using her hands against his chest for leverage and sank onto his length in one go.

“Fuck!” He repeated, holding her hands on his chest as she rotated her hips in a circle, making him hit every inch of her walls. Yasmin moved her hips forward and backwards before the pressure of her growing orgasm coiled inside her and had her bouncing up and down on Harald’s length. His hands went to her hips, pulling her down and thrusting his hips up so that he went deeper inside her still.

Her hands fisted her own hair as she called out to the Gods and to her King. He felt her flutter around him but she didn’t stop. He watched her breasts bounce with her movements as he shot his load inside her. She slowed down, smiling at him as she felt him explode within her, his seed dripping from her, all over his cock. Yasmin pulled him from within her, and collapsed on his chest, pressing her ear to his heart and hearing how fast it was beating. His arms wrapped around her pinning her to him, and he placed a tender kiss to her temple.

“What did you want to discuss?” Harald asked.

“Oh, right, yes that. Well, I was thinking. I know that you said you didn’t mind if your brother....watched. And I was taken aback at first but...Well I wouldn’t mind either. If he watched. Just watched.”