#aslaug ic.

[sanctificetur]

aslaug was visiting the unseelie, a fairy court, at a fairy revel. it was quite different to her home in gotaland, more dirty.

the fire embers flicker in the air, as she watches the campfire… she brushes her hair from her face with her hand a little, a bit stressed.

she sees kieran and cardan talk, getting quite well along with each other. kieran was wearing a navy blue sailor cap ( a white star with golden wings symbolising ) and staring and discussing with cardan about his moth.

she knew cardan in elfhame, way back in his childhood. he thinking her a troll woman, although she was merely a witch. she had told interesting stories to him, of magic and wonder to soothe him to sleep.

cardan remembered one story about a boy with a wicked heart, thinking she may have been alluding to him, and that a heart of stone can be warmed.

later on, athelstan appears at the revel, she recognising him, glad he had come back from wessex. he had been at the waterfall with ragnar moments before, to spend time with him.

aslaug was ruffling the braided yellow fur of ivar ( plaited around golden flowing hair ) ; he had been reincarnated as a cat 🐈 . and she looks up, smiling at him. remembering how he had once seen her cradling ivar gently to her chest.

‘ he has a sweet temperament, ‘ he says, concern lining his forehead slight at seeing the scratches on aslaug’s arm, yet relieved ivar was just breathing — noticing his bandaged paw 🐾.

‘ he does, ‘ she says, kissing his forehead.

[dazed-poltergeist]

Was that a dream?

Pairing: (Vikings) Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, intended to be romantic

Warnings: None 🫶

Summary: After the first snowfall in Kattegat, you and the sons of Ragnar manage to take time out of your day to have a snowball fight.

Add. Notes: Hello there, I am participating in @vikingsevents 's Winter Solstice Event with the prompt "Snow!" The story is taking place before Ragnar's return is season 4. Also, I will start referring to the reader with 'You,' 'Y/N,' and 'they' terms by default. Looking forward to the holidays!

Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

It had snowed a lot the night before. The few dismayed people who were unprepared for the snowfall had to work arduously the next day. While these people were working their arses off, Hvitserk was sitting in the great hall in front of a fire with Sigurd, Aslaug, and a few other people unfamiliar to the third oldest.

"I've lost track of time. Has the snow come early this year?" Aslaug quickly responded to Hvitserk's question; "No, in fact, it has come late this year. It was and still is cold as it usually is during this time of the year, though." Hvitserk contemplated on what to do with that information, until Björn and Ubbe came inside with wood for the fire.

The two eldest threw the wood into the pile of other burning materials, and Ubbe half-jokingly asked Björn, Hvitserk, and Sigurd if they wanted to go near Floki's place to play in the snow. The brothers complained about the cold but still accepted; every single one of them plotted to snow-sneak-attack the others.

The brothers thought for a second if they should find Ivar and Y/N to bring them along. Aslaug was the one to answer that, telling them that they should, for it would be unfair to leave the two out from the fun. The inconvenience of Ivar's brittle bones didn't come to mind to any of the Ragnarssons, so they listened to her with an objection from Sigurd and went looking for Ivar and Y/N.

Ivar and Y/N were sitting at the docks, wondering what happens to all of the fish trapped under the ice. Hvitserk was the first one to notice the two of you and scared the life out of you both by yelling 'fish' from behind. Ivar barked at Hvitserk on how he almost would've pulled out his dagger and stabbed him. The rest of the brothers ignored what Ivar said and offered you and him to go out of Kattegat to play in the snow.

Ivar scoffed at the offer, claiming that it was childish and that he wouldn't be able to do much in the snow anyway because of his disability. The other Ragnarssons remembered his problem at that very moment, and all they could say was that they won't take him with them if he doesn't want to come.

Then they turned to you, hoping that at least you will join them. You accepted the silly offer, but you felt guilty for leaving Ivar alone. You told the brittle-boned man that the two of you will continue the conversation after you return with the brothers. Sigurd blew a raspberry at Ivar as you were walking away with the rest of the Ragnarssons.

When you arrived at the place where you intended to play with the snow, it was midday and the sun was still covered by the clouds, making the sky look white and grey at the same time. The area was surrounded by pine trees and bushes covered in snow, along with piles of more snow. It was the perfect place to have a snowball fight.

Since you nor the brothers had done such childish things in years, you simply stood there for a brief while, trying to figure out what you should do now that you were there.

You were the first one to get moving; you ran to one of the snow piles and grabbed a handful of snow to form a snowball. You chose Björn as your first victim. You threw the snowball at him, and it hit him right on his forehead.

You and the rest of the brothers scattered in a laughing fit, because Björn's face was red and covered in snow. None of you were going to wait for him to throw the next snowball. Ubbe was the next one to throw, this time the victim being Sigurd's shoulder. The latter let out a yelp of surprise from the cold snowball as his clothes absorbed the snowball's water.

Björn pulled out two snowballs and sent one in your direction and the other in Hvitserk's. He, fortunately, missed on your part, but Hvitserk wasn't as lucky. Oh dismayed was he, for the snowball hit the nape of his neck and slipped under his clothes right after. The snowball fight went on in such a state for a brief while, until most of the brothers were soaked from the melting snow.

Ubbe and you were the last ones standing and decided to temporarily stop to escort the rest of the Ragnarssons to Floki's home. The boat builder along with Helga were excited to see them, for they hadn't visited in quite a while. As you and Ubbe left to continue, you saw Floki taking out blankets for the shivering brothers as Helga was finishing soup that she was making when they arrived.

Ubbe and you hurriedly ran back to the 'snow arena' so you could finish the snowball fight and join his brothers in Floki's and Helga's cabin. You and the second eldest went to separate piles of snow and both of you started forming snowballs and throwing them at each other with your red-from-the-cold hands.

Once Ubbe ran out of snowballs, he began sprinting in your direction. Mild panic took over you, and you barely moved from your spot until Ubbe tackled you to the snow-covered ground, laughing in the process.

Yours and Ubbe's faces were cold from the climate around you, but yours turned hot from how close Ubbe and you physically were. He seemed to have words on the tip of his tongue, the kind that you were not certain if you wanted to hear.

He properly wrapped his arms around you. The snow below you was seeping through your clothing and you felt the snow's cold in your bones, but you didn't want to ask Ubbe to let go of you. You were waiting for him to say the collection of words he appeared to have the urge to tell you.

When he finally said something which probably was what he wanted to say, you almost missed what he had said. He had, barely above a whisper, told you "I love you."

You were frozen in place, unsure if you should respond in the same manner. Ubbe in return moved a bit up, so Ubbe's and yours noses almost touched. He lightly tilted his face upwards and gave a soft peck on your nose. Both of you grinned like the happiest, the most innocent children the world could see.

[^Pun intended]

The snowball fight was still ongoing, apparently. Ubbe grabbed a fistful of snow from the ground next to you and showed it into your hair, before saying "I win." You could only respond with "Let's head back to everyone else before my flesh becomes one with the snow."

Ubbe helped your soaked self up from the ground and the two of you started going back to Floki's warm house as fast as you could before the cold earth would reclaim you both.

Before you knew it, you were sitting with most of the Ragnarssons around a fire made by Floki. You had finally dried up and now we're eating a small portion of hot stew made by Helga. Ubbe was sitting next to you, having a conversation with Hvitserk on the topic of women.

Sigurd got up from his place and mentioned going back to Kattegat to have dinner with Aslaug in the great hall. You and the others had agreed and now were giving the furs and leftover stew back to your hosts before saying goodbye to them.

Yours and Ivar's conversation on how the world worked continued after the dinner in the great hall. Ubbe wasn't listening anymore for a while now, sleeping on your side with his head on your shoulder. Currently, you were pondering on the structure of stars with the cripple.

"What do you think the stars are made of?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready to answer that question. Whatever the Sun is made of, I suppose."

"Everybody can say that, but what do you think?"

"Lightning. The heat of the Sun. Perhaps even ice, since all of them seem blue."

You were fortunate to sit near the door taking you outside because Ivar was trying to point at one of the stars in the night sky. You didn't want to wake up Ubbe by moving away from him.

"See that star over there? It's a red star. What is that made of, then?"

"Who knows? I think it's made of the high heat and fire from Muspelheim."

Soon enough, you and Ivar became too tired to carry on your conversation. It was time to wake up Ubbe against your will; there was no way you were going to carry him to his room. He was a bit clumsy in his dazed state, but you managed to escort him back to his bed. You whispered a response to his confession from earlier, and quietly left his room.

Ubbe woke up the next morning confused, trying to recall how he got to his room when he thought he fell asleep next to you in the great hall. For a brief moment, he thought that everything that happened yesterday was a dream. But then Aslaug knocked on his door and came inside, and asked him about how the snowball fight with his brothers went. He simply told her that they had fun, but they spent half of the time drying up in Floki's cabin. He left out the detail in which he confessed to you; she didn't need to know that.

Ohhh I liked writing this. I used to live in an area where it snowed a lot in the winter season. But now, I've moved and live in a place where the last time it snowed was 40 years ago. I miss snow tbh :[

-Eero, Dec 2022

[ragnarlagertha442]

Ice Maiden saison 6 épisode 7

Un regard en arrière…

C’est l’histoire de Lagertha, et l’impact de sa vie et de sa mort récente sur ceux de Kattegat et des environs est à l’origine de cet épisode de réflexion. Le lien entre la mère et le fils est bien établi alors que Bjorn sent physiquement que quelque chose ne va pas à la maison alors que le premier plan montre le corps de Lagertha allongé paisiblement dans la neige, un précurseur ironique du chaos qui suivra sûrement. Et tandis que le récit a mis l'accent sur les illusions visuelles de Hvitserk, même Ubbe aperçoit The Seer qui nous rappelle que la mort de Ragnar était destinée à entraîner une calamité et qu'un fils de Ragnar tuerait Lagertha. Même si cela peut paraître énigmatique à Ubbe, la déclaration du Voyant selon laquelle le tueur de Lagertha « était Ivar mais ce n’était pas Ivar » est parfaitement logique pour les téléspectateurs et le dirigera sans aucun doute vers Hvitserk.

Maintenant que Bjorn est de retour à Kattegat, lui et Ubbe doivent non seulement faire face à la perspective d'une détérioration rapide de l'état mental de leur jeune frère, mais, une fois qu'ils auront examiné les faits, décider comment gérer la participation de Hvitserk au meurtre accidentel de Lagertha. Les quatre fils de Ragnar et Aslaug ont toujours entretenu une relation difficile avec Lagertha, et que ce soit par peur de Bjorn ou par respect pour son statut de bouclier, Hvitserk et Ubbe reculent généralement chaque fois qu'elle est impliquée. Ubbe reconnaît que Lagertha a tué sa mère, mais cela ne l'empêche pas de veiller à ce qu'elle mérite un enterrement à la hauteur de sa position. Face à la perspective que Hvitserk ait pu, à toutes fins pratiques, venger le meurtre de leur mère, Ubbe sait qu'il devra répondre à Bjorn qui a mis en place une lutte acharnée émotionnelle pour l'aîné d'Aslaug.

Et bien qu’il y ait certainement beaucoup de problèmes personnels à résoudre une fois que les hommes de Lothbrok se réuniront, ce sont la cérémonie funéraire et les événements qui y ont conduit qui dominent « The Ice Maiden ». Naturellement, Ubbe regrette d'avoir empêché Torvi d'aller à Lagertha même si elle n'aurait probablement rien pu faire pour empêcher la mort déchirante de Hali, mais c'est son annonce qui donne le ton de l'épisode. « Ce doivent être des funérailles magnifiques ; plus grand que tout dans la mémoire de notre peuple. Autant le décès de Ragnar a modifié le paysage politique et spirituel, autant la mort de Lagertha porte un coup dur à une communauté qui se remet encore du temps d’Ivar sur le trône.

Comme pour toutes les cérémonies vikings importantes, un sacrifice significatif aux dieux fait partie de l'histoire, mais ici, l'acte prend encore plus d'importance lorsque Gunnhild demande un volontaire volontaire pour accompagner Lagertha au Valhalla. Même s'il n'y a jamais vraiment eu de doute sur la façon dont Lagertha est perçue par son entourage, l'émotion suscitée par la scène au cours de laquelle chaque femme présente dans la pièce lève la main en tant que volontaire sacrificielle en dit long sur la reine de Kattegat et son importance en tant que rôle. modèle et figure héroïque. On ne sait pas vraiment s’il s’agit simplement de Torvi pris dans l’émotion du moment, mais lorsque la mère enceinte informe la foule que « j’y vais », nous sommes tous les deux momentanément abasourdis puis étrangement réconfortés.

Malgré le spectacle visuel du bateau funéraire incendié puis traîné sur la rivière gelée par un groupe de demoiselles-boucliers, c'est la réaction de Bjorn qui donne le ton aux événements à venir. "Rien ne sera plus jamais pareil", dit-il à Ubbe, mais reconnaît qu'il vengera la mort de sa mère juste avant que son corps ne sombre dans l'eau au milieu des images des Valkyries prêtes à l'accompagner au Valhalla. Et si cela ne suffit pas à faire couler les émotions, le plan final émouvant réunit enfin Ragnar et Lagertha lorsque leurs images apparaissent comme des sculptures de sable qui s'estompent rapidement et se dispersent dans les airs. À moins de ramener Travis Fimmel pour une brève apparition, nous devrons simplement nous contenter de savoir qu’ils sont ensemble parmi les dieux.

[ofprevioustimes]

i was going to make a tier list but that’d be too much effort so i divided my wlw muses in categories

canonically lesbian:

max (black sails/upcoming) mariana lawton (gentleman jack/upcoming) lesbian as per my hc: cassandra of troy (greek myth/upcoming) canonically bi: charlotte wells (harlots/primary) lagertha (vikings/voice test) aslaug (vikings/voice test) eleanor guthrie (black sails/primary) cersei lannister [closeted/secretive] (a song of ice and fire/voice test) daenerys targaryen (a song of ice and fire/voice test) beth harmon (the queen’s gambit/voice test) megan draper (mad men/voice test)

bi as per my hc: helen of sparta (greek myth/main muse) hermione of sparta (greek myth/primary) leda of sparta (greek myth/tertiary) siggy (vikings/voice test) torvi (vikings/voice test) gunnhild (vikings/voice test) miranda barlow (black sails/tertiary) madi scott (black sails/tertiary) ada shelby (peaky blinders/secondary) grace burgess (peaky blinders/tertiary) tatiana petrovna (peaky blinders/voice test/by request) gina gray (peaky blinders/voice test/by request) brida (the last kingdom/voice test) iseult (the last kingdom/voice test) gisela (the last kingdom/voice test) skade (the last kingdom/voice test) stiorra (the last kingdom/voice test) eadith (the last kingdom/voice test) milady de winter (the musketeers/voice test) ninon de larroque (the musketeers/voice test) sara howard (the alienist/voice test) lucrezia borgia (the borgias/voice test) giulia farnese (the borgias/voice test) asha greyjoy (a song of ice and fire/voice test) myrcella baratheon (a song of ice and fire/voice test) and since i don’t like making my muses straight let me divide them as: a. muses who think they’re straight but could be convinced otherwise henriette d’angleterre (versailles/primary) athénaïs de montespan (versailles/tertiary) judith (vikings/voice test) elsewith (vikings/voice test) betty draper (mad men/voice test) joan holloway (mad men/voice test) trudy campbell (mad men/voice test) aethelflaed (the last kingdom/voice test) anne of austria (the musketeers/tertiary) constance bonacieux (the musketeers/voice test) sybil crawley (downton abbey/tertiary) rose aldridge (downton abbey/voice test) b. muses that i can’t categorize yet because i haven’t developed them yet vanozza dei cattenei (the borgias/voice test/by request) caterina sforza (the borgias/voice test/by request) contessina de medici (medici/voice test) lucrezia donati (medici/voice test) clarice orsini (medici/voice test) c. muses who i can only see paired with their canon male partner, at present and susceptible to change, who knows? catelyn stark (a song of ice and fire/voice test) cora crawley (downton abbey/voice test)

It's pride month, gimme wlw ships you cowards

[melodicwitchlight]

ivar would like anywhere between 1 & 5 hugs from his mother. thank u

she ruffles ivar’s cat 🐈 fur, wanting to comfort him. he had accidentally gotten rather violently injured by paw 🐾 when strolling around their backyard with high walls ;; goodness, if it wasn’t high, he could crawl right to the road!!

sharp claws zig zag scratches all across her arms, eliciting pain, but not one to abhor.

she bandages his paw, and once more carefully embraces him, mindful not to press hard on the injury, for that would fuel his anger, not soothe.

@foretoldchaos

[phenomenal1500]

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings

Chapter 13: A Long Time No See

For Chapter 12: I Don't Need You click here

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"I know Bjorn. Hello, Bjorn." Bjorn didn't seem to like the woman as he watched me while rolling his eyes. Bjorn and I became pretty close the moment at the temple and I had taught him much with a sword before I stayed behind with Rollo and Borg so he didn't mind to show how he thought about Aslaug.

"You must have had a tiring journey. Come and eat."

"Thank you. You're very kind. I knew you would be." We were escorted towards the feast and I was afraid how this triangle would end.

~~~

It has been 4 years since Princess Aslaug arrived and it didn't seem that delightful for Lagertha and Bjorn. They had left after Ragnar made his choice between the two women and honestly, I had no idea why he choice Princess Aslaug. I always had a liking towards Lagertha more because she was stronger and more friendly, but hell it wasn't my choice to make. In the meantime of Ragnar growing more in love with Alsaug, Rollo rather filled his days with becoming drunk and freezing himself until he was almost dead. I almost felt pity for him, but most of the time I reminded myself that it was his choice to turn his back on his real people, besides, he still had someone that looked after him to keep him alive.

It was time for Rollo to grow the hell up and create a better life with Siggy, because I felt like he was ignoring her. Walking down the busy streets, even though it was already dark, I noticed the news that Jarl Borg and King Horik had joined us in Kattegat so I immediately walked inside the building they had to be in. Pushing the fabric away from the entrance I could see all my friends dancing and drinking. Laughing to myself, I grabbed a cup from one of the already drunk men and drank from it while dropping myself next to Ragnar. It seemed that maybe Rollo did grow up and had took a seat.

There was no denial in the fact that there was an big tension between the two brothers and I was planning to break it by giving the blue eyed one a elbow in the rib cage to get his attention.

"Ahh... Njorun!" He groaned in pain, but a delightful tone was also hearable in his voice when his eyes lit up a bit. "You are late!"

"Maybe because I didn't know any of this was planned..." I narrowed my eyes and stared right through Ragnar.

"Ahh, yes... sorry, you seemed busy when I had sent the message so I thought, why not let you do your thing." I furrowed my eyebrows and let my mind trail back to the afternoon, the time I was shooting for fun in the already snowy forest to be exact. "Your bow skills are still impressive by the way."

"Much obliged." I tried to show some friendliness by and flashed a smile his way, but he quickly turned his head around to deadly stare at King Horik.

"I have also slain dragons.. just like your father. Unfortunately, like most men, the dragons were only inside my head-..." I hadn't understood much from the conversation, but knew Ragnar became a bit annoyed so he started to talk to one of the King's sons.

"How old are you, Ari?" The young man looked shocked up and swallowed a bit, not believing Ragnar was talking to him.

"Seventeen. Nearly eighteen."

"Will this be your first raid?"

"Yes. I can't wait to prove myself in battle." The son sighed, probably disappointed that he would raid for the first time on this old' age. "I want my father to be proud of me."

"I have a son about your age." Ragnar spoke through his teeth while he narrowed his eyes.

"Where is he? I would like to meet him." The young son cut him off and Ragnar rolled his eyes before staring at me. One way or another there would come a day that Ragnar would stop feel guilty for letting Bjorn and Lagertha go, but that time wouldn't come any time soon if I looked inside his sad eyes.

"I do not know where he is. That is by his choice. I should never have mentioned him. Drink." Both men laughed at one another before taking the cup in their hands to take a big sip out of it, but I knew Ragnar was faking it all. The smile, the happiness, the fame. He hated it all. He had loser everything because of it. His daughter, his former wife, his son. Meanwhile I was overthinking everything, I noticed Ragnar and Horik whisper and I managed to listen with them.

"I have made a decision. I do not wish Jarl Borg to raid with us." Ragnar couldn't take his eyes of the king, mad and confused about the decision.

"But we had an agreement. Why not?"

"Why do you not want your brother beside you? Because you don't trust him enough. It is the same for me with Jarl Borg. I cannot bring myself to trust him completely. You must inform him of our decision." I had dug my nails into my flesh leaving half moon prints in my skin after hearing the betrayer talk and unconsciously I slammed my bleeding hands onto the table which made everybody look up to me before I took my leaving.

[the-everwanderer]

💭💭 - one for Neeka and one for Nyloree!

Neeka and Aslaug

“Oh you look good, really loving that hair” scanning the woman over a chuckle passed the Vieras lips “oh you’re definitely a woman who doesn’t take anyone’s shit, I like that” a devilish smile crossed their face “now girl tell me, where did you get those boots?”

Nyloree and Aslaug

“I wounder if she’ll ever come to tea again?” the Viera thought to themselves “and hell, if she wont come willingly there are other ways to make people come” excitably giggling to themselves the Viera began to tap their feet “oh but if she does come, I will have to show her something new!!”

Thank you for the ask!!!

Send 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours

[shieldmciden]

         As someone who’s writing for Lags’ voice since 2017, I can assure you that she is not a one dimensional character. she has so many layers, & the show sometimes makes it difficult to understand her intentions. she is fickle, & is a very complex character despite the first sight & feelings you could have watching the show. I’m divergent because Hirst can suck my biggest toe with his cliffhangers & actions that don’t make any sense. 

but God, I love Lagertha so freaking much. SKOL ! 

[deleriumofyou]

Post 3 gifs that represent your OC

Tagged by @grime-viol

I think this set says a lot.

Mmm tagging @wardsarefunctioning, @buttsonthebeach, @eveninglottie, and @empresstress13 if any of you or anyone else at all wants to join in!

[melodicwitchlight]

seerprincess liked for a starter

It had not been long since his return to Kattegat, but in that short span, it had felt like an age with all that occurred in quick succession. With King Horik and his kinsmen gone, Ragnar himself took the crown which left much of Kattegat in the midst of change. What it all meant for Athelstan was that any chances of seeking out the new Queen to see how she was faring were rare ones indeed.  He sought her out one early morning, seeing her with babe in hand, Ivar, and dared not break this moment between mother and child, instead watching quietly from the doorway until he found an appropriate moment to come in, a greeting on his lips and warmth in his expression. “He seems to have a sweeter temperament than the others at this age.” it’s said quietly, to match the quiet morning hour and the silence in the room.

[jcyfulmess]

starter call.  @ofprevioustimes​​ from Lags to Aslaug

       Kattegat was a place of home, but that never felt like their old farm either. It was different, but she felt at peace nonetheless when she was here. However the lands always brought back many memories, and the reason why she had to leave. Hedeby was nothing she liked truly. She got used to it, and killed her husband to inherit the lands for Bjørn, but it wasn’t really a place she enjoyed being as much as Kattegat. 

Staring in front of her by the seashore, ships were wobbling with the moves of wind, but the cold breeze came to caress the warrior’s cheeks. The presence by her side as more felt than seen, her lips twitched upwards without a glance.     “ Did you start liking this place ? ”

[ravnbrann]

Excuse me?

Alright, fine. Well. It’s over, that’s nice, I’m going to go drink now.

[alicedopey]

In your eyes

( gif credits to @honestsycrets​ )

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Modern AU, angst, tiny bit of fluff

Pairing: Hvitserk X  Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2232 (definitely not a drabble this one...gosh, I really suck at this)

A/N: It is another request for 500 followers celebration. This one is from @maggiescarborough​ Enjoy, honey !

Hvitserk immediately understood he had fucked up and hurt you in the worst possible way. He could see it. It was not in the way you clenched your fists, or the way your jaw tightened and your lower lip trembled, or how cold your voice sounded when the words “It was a dare?! I was a dare?!” fell from your lips. No, it wasn’t all of that.

It was in your eyes, your beautiful eyes that usually depicted love, understanding, tenderness and a little bit of mischief and in which he could only read pain, disappointment and anger right now.

He wanted to say something, anything but no sound came out of his mouth. Truth be told, Hvitserk was aware there was nothing he could say that would make the situation better. So, he just kept staring into your eyes where he could almost see your heart break.

That’s the moment he heard it. A snicker. He turned his eyes away from you and spotted Oleg, a mocking smirk on his lips. Hviterk felt his blood boiling in anger. He did not think twice and pounced on him with a growl. He wanted to hurt him, he had to, so he punched and kicked restlessly. He did not hear Ivar cheering and Sigurd shouting at his brother that he was an idiot, he did not hear his mother screaming him to stop, he did not even feel Ubbe trying to break the fight nor when he finally managed to do it, slammed him against the nearest wall and ordered him to calm down. The only thing he noticed though was that the chair you were sitting down was empty and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Stay still!”

Hvitserk hissed and flinched away from his mother as she was puttingsome ice on his swollen eye.

“It hurts!” He whined liked a child.

Aslaug sighed, irritated. “I hope it hurts! I thought you were done with this kind of behavior after you graduated from high school. You are not seventeen anymore, young man.” She pushed the washcloth full of ice harshly against his bruised face. Hvitserk winced but did not protest. “Treating our guest like that…”

“He deserved it.” Her son cut her off sharply and snarled. “He hurt Y/N.”

“He hurt Y/N?” Aslaugh let out another sigh but this time, she seemed quite upset. “Oh Hvitserk, I never thought I would say that of you but you are clearly your father’s son.” Her eyes watered. “I wish he would have passed on something else than his poor way to treat women.”

Hvitserk’s rage was soon replaced by guilt. “Mother…”

The sound of Ivar’s crutch on the floor made him stop talking. Aslaug just sighed sadly once again and instructed Hvitserk to hold the washcloth against his eye. “I’ll leave you boys alone…”

She stood up gracefully and left the room, not without stroking Ivar’s cheek before. The youngest Ragnarsson glared at his brother.

“I hope you are happy. You just hurt Mother’s feelings.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hurt Mother, I hurt Y/N.” He replied harshly. “It seems like I’ve been hurting everyone lately.”

Ivar let himself fall in the chair opposite Hvitserk. “I’m glad you finally acknowledged your mistakes. About damn time!”

Seeing his brother’s jaw tick, Ivar groaned but tried to soften his tone. “Listen, you screwed up. All you have to do is apologize and make up for it. Buy some flowers or some shit like that. I mean, the girl has been infatuated with you since day one, she will forgive you eventually.”

“Of course, Ivar. Act like you have some experience in that area.”

It was Ivar’s jaw that ticked this time. Hvitserk knew it was unfair to attack him that way when he was clearly just trying to help but his little brother had no right to give some advice after the whole Freydis debacle. He was also aware Ivar would beat the shit out of him after what he said but it’s not like Hvitserk could not suffer one or two more blows in the face.

Against all odds, he just heard him take a few deep calming breaths before addressing him again.

“I have enough experience to know you can trust her and that you are in deep shit if you lose this woman. Y/N has been your anchor since you’ve met. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure you’ve been in love with her since day one as well but were too oblivious and obsessed with all those bimbos around you to notice it.”

It pained Hvitserk to admit it but Ivar was right. You changed his life the moment you came into it. At first, he had acknowledged your love…or his, for that matter. There was a high possibility he was not ready for a deep meaningful love story in high school but he wanted you to be a part of his life so he opted for friendship…and everything was just fine the way it was until that fucker came along.

“Your little friend ruined everything. Should have killed him.” Hvitserk replied bitterly.

Ivar rolled his eyes. “First of all, he is not a friend but a future business partner and you might have ruined any collaboration. Second of all…” he added in a higher tone when he saw his brother was about to intervene. “Oleg is an ass but you chose to fall into his trap and to pursue her the way you did. Nobody forced you, Hvitserk. You hurt her, nobody else otherwise, she would still be here to tend to your bruises.”

Hvitserk looked away and scoffed, too proud to admit his little brother was right once again. Ivar stood up with a groan. “Beg on your knees with those puppy eyes of yours or whatever must be done to win her back. Should be a piece of cake for you, huh?”

Piece of cake. Easier said than done. For a week, he tried to reach you but you blocked his number, his email and even his different accounts on social networks. Then, he went to your place and when you finally agreed to open the door, Hvitserk wished you did not.

You looked so tired and defeated, your eyes were red and puffy from crying and probably the lack of sleep. The thing that broke his heart though was your own heartbreak he could still read in your Y/E/C orbs he loved to watch so much. There was so much pain and knowing he was the one who had inflicted it upon you was unbearable.

“I…I can’t see you right now, Hvitserk.” You voice was so small, his heart clenched in his chest and he did everything he could to prevent himself from hugging you fiercely. “I need to process some things but I’ll get back to you when I am ready, okay?”

Your voice was firm this time. Hvitserk just nodded and left.

It lasted a month. A month during which he suffered Ivar’s sneers, his mother’s scolding and above all, your silence. But he waited patiently because he knew you would come, you promised and you always kept your promises. In the meantime, he could brood in his bedroom like a grounded teenage boy.

“Hvitserk, you have a visit.”

His mother’s tone sounded lighter somehow so he turned his eyes away from his computer screen with hope in his heart.

He was not disappointed. Here you were, standing next to this smiling mother. You seemed still tired but determined and he gulped, almost scared when his mother closed the door and left the two of you alone. He had rehearsed the words a thousand times in his head but now, it felt like they were refusing to get out. What if you refused to believe him? What if you just came to break up with him?  What if…?

“I’ve always loved you.” You said softly.

Hvitserk tried to reply or to move but his feet felt as frozen as his tongue. Besides, he sensed you wanted to let some things out of your chest so he let you. He owed you that, at least.

“I saw you and it just…clicked. Never thought love at first sight could happen but here I was, fifteen years old and it struck me. I also realized very quickly that it was some unrequited love but truth be told, I did not care as long as I could be with you. So, I took what you would give me: friendship. I trusted you and you trusted me, we really bonded and I loved it. I felt so powerful, above them all, those pretty girls who got your attention because I knew we shared something special, something…they would never get. They would share your bed and be gone but I…you would always keep me around. You treated me differently, you never lied to me, never mistreated me just like you could do with them. I really thought I was as special to you as you were to me.”

“You were, you are special to me!” Hvitserk intervened almost desperately. He could not let you say such things, he had to explain how wrong you were but the look you gave him made him stop.

“No, I’m not. Our relationship is based on a dare, Hvitserk and you treated me just like you treated all of them and that’s what hurts the most. I have never been special or important to you but you…you are my world.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and it broke his heart even more.

“You’ve always been important to me.” He tried to come closer but stopped when you urgently stepped back and leaned on the door.

Confused, he furiously ran his hands though his hair, trying to find the right words to explain what went through his head when he made that decision. “I…I just…that bastard assumed he could get you and make you forget about everyone else. When he saw how mad I was, he dared me to seduce you before him and I accepted because I couldn’t stand that idea of him near you even if it was just to talk.”

Hvitserk throat tightened and his own eyes filled with tears. “I’m not saying it was the right choice but it was the only one I could consider on the moment.

“That was the worst choice, if you ask me.” Tears were rolling downs your cheeks by now and you furiously wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. “It’s obvious he was just messing with you and even if he truly wanted to do it, you could have just told me like a real good friend who doesn’t want to see his friend get hurt would. But you chose your pride instead. You wanted to prove him you were better than him, never mind that our friendship of ten years got ruined in the process.”

“I did it because I love you.” Hvitserk shouted and you were so surprised at his outburst that you didn’t see he had taken a few steps towards you.

“I…I love you.” He repeated gently as he stared at you. “In fact, I believe I always have. I fell in love with you instantly but I was too scared and maybe too young to admit my feelings for you. I know you probably don’t believe me right now but I valued our friendship just as much as I value our relationship right now. It’s just that I…I took you for granted, I screwed up. I hurt you, not that bastard, I did and because of that, I’m probably going to lose you.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek and he suddenly looked away, ashamed and heartbroken. He inhaled sharply when he heard you come near me and the moment he felt your soft hands on his face, he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re not going to lose me. I did not come here to break up with you. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself but also telling you how I felt after what I happened. But I love you, ‘Serk.” Hearing you using his nickname made his heart beat a little bit faster but he still refused to look up so you cupped his head and gently made your eyes meet.

“You hurt me though. A lot. And I think we will need some time to go back to what we were.”

“Everything you want.” He grabbed your hands to kiss them fervently. “Ask me anything and I’ll do it.”

“Just don’t hurt me again.” You almost begged.

Hvitserk drew you even closer. “I won’t. I swear I won’t. You’re so important to me. You are my world too, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too, ‘Serk.”

Your eyes met again and Hvitserk knew. There was no doubt he had hurt you and he would have to prove himself to you again to win your trust back. But he had some hope your couple would make it somehow. He could see it. It was not in your shy smile or the way you let him kiss you and kissed him back. No, he knew there was still some hope in that little gleam of light in your eyes and that was the only thing he needed to feel alive again.  

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings + modern food

A/N: first of all, I am SO honored to be ur first choice for your first request.

Second of all, disclaimer, I do not hate ppl with lactose intolerance, it’s just very funny to me when my brother knowingly consumes sth with excessive amounts of milk and then sprints to the toilet five minutes after finishing his food

Third of all, this was so fun to write and also i've been hoarding this imagine like some goblin creature bc i was so excited to post it. had to do it early after reading heart of winter (we need more bragi)

Tagged: @alicedopey, @bragisrunes (message/comment if you want to be added to any taglist)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Here are some foods I think you could achieve in 800 AD in Kattegat:

Pizza, if there are tomatoes from the Mediterranean

Italian noodles (I think you could defo manage Alfredo sauce and chicken, and noodles are just flour + water + egg maybe)

Some steak with sauteed onions and all that other good shii

Maybe, possibly, if the trade gods are feeling generous, soup dumplings and other Chinese foods (the biggest problem here would be the spices and the rice, since a lot of Chinese food has pretty simple ingredients)

Sashimi

Tuscan salmon (again the Mediterranean ppl have to pull up with them tomatoes)

Ice cream if it’s snowing for long enough and you have Tupperware to bury your fruits with you

Hummus if the middle eastern ppl pull up to Kattegat with Tahini and chickpeas

Things you could definitely not achieve (I am saying this having done 0 research):

Smoothies (blender)

Choco/vanilla ice cream

Anything vanilla/chocolate flavored

Sushi (nori + rice)

Several tier cakes

Anything involving huge (or any) amounts of refined sugar, food coloring or artificial flavours

Anything that has to be tempered or cooled down at an exact temperature

Anything that requires an airfryer, thermomix or other fancy cooking utensils I can’t afford  (rn)

Anything fried (how temperature? How so much oil? Maybe if u go to the blacksmith ig)

Mexican food (cries in guacamole and fajitas)

Ragnar

Very suspicious but tries it

You made Linguine Alfredo for the whole fam (Ragnar+Lagertha+Bjorn+Gyda+Athelstan)

Is lactose intolerant

Major L lol

Bjorn laughs when he comes back after one hour of shitting

Lagertha

Appreciates the Alfredo

Does not appreciate shitting husband

When Ragnar declares that it’s worth the risk

She declares the toilet (i think? maybe a hole in the ground?) is worth cleaning

Regardless, she asks you to teach her how to make pasta

Makes very good viking pasta afterwards

Bjorn (as a child bc I stanned him back then :’) )

Stans you for making his dad violently shit

Also stans pasta alfredo

Asks you to cook more, and promises to set the table for you

When your making spaghetti Bolognese, he hands you cream and asks you to sneak it in

You almost do

Gyda

She’s shyer about talking to you, but asks you to make more modern foods

Will help you get the ingredients and cook

If you use a fish she caught for cooking, she’ll cry with happiness

Is the most capable in making modern foods

Fascinated by ice cream

Makes Bjorn taste test everything she cooks before serving

He does it under one condition: trigger Ragnar’s lactose intolerance

Athelstan

Also very skeptical

Loves stuff that’s a fusion between modern and old

Suspicious of your cooking after the Alfredo-incident

He would love Tuscan salmon though

And soup dumplings

Why? It’s a form of bread + soup + warm. That’s why.

tagging @demon-of-the-ancient-world here for obvious reasons

Aslaug

Big fan of Chinese food

She tried modern food to prove to Ragnar that she would not loose control over her bowels bc of a large amount of cream

When she finds out about chopsticks it’s over for you

She eats everything with chopsticks

Thinks it’s more elegant than anything else

Defo a utensils gal

Ubbe

Grew up with the infamous story of the Alfredo incident (we’re going with that timeline in his case too, but not for the other characters)

Regardless, he’s ready to sacrifice his dignity to try something new

Very not lactose intolerant, and rubs it in Ragnar’s face

Loves a medium raw steak

Asks you to cook for him, but you’ll be able to teach him instead

Hvitserk

You give him pizza as a surprise

Looses his shit (not like Ragnar, in a more metaphorical sense here)

Making bread with toppings and baking it and eating it warm? Genius, why didn’t he think of that.

I just know he would gobble up that spicy salami pizza

Is okay with simpler toppings too

Loves everything you make for him, creates scary fusions

Sigurd

Skeptical. Extremely

He likes bean stew and boiled chicken

But not for long

Sucker for spicy foods

Also likes dumplings a lot

Will take them with him in the steamer for a picknick date

Ivar

Can absolutely NOT eat spicy food

Which Sigurd so laughs about

Eats slightly seasoned curry while tears are streaming down his face (manly tears)

Does not take milk to numb it down

You know those wontons with the spicy sauce that are hella good?

Yeah, he loves them without the sauce.

Clocks Sigurd in the jaw when he pours the sauce over Ivar’s not spicy ones

Heahmund

Idk if this is my hc or just personal distaste for this man and his weird ass voice showing through

Cannot handle spicy food (more homoerotic bonding ground for him and ivar yay!)

Does not like modern food (loser)

Secretly is lactose intolerant

Would probably die from a whiff of peanuts

Sticks to boiled chicken and beans (no salt!!!)

Alfred

Didn’t he go to the Vatican or something?

Got a taste for them Italian dishes

Idk if they already had pasta but that’s not the point

Alfred is a man of the world (at least at the dinner table)

Eats everything and anything you make

Yes, he sends hvitserk on a diplomatic mission to find new food

But only bc hvitserk begged him

Would shake his ass in front of his entire court for the mysterious loaded nachos you’ve described to him

Judith

Supports everything Alfred does

Tries his food with him

Oh man, if Sigurd and Judith ever met, they would have a spice eating contest

It delights her to mix two seeds of pepper into the food and watch some lord have a nervous breakdown

Could eat ghost pepper raw

As long as it burns her mouth, it’s good

Knows about the Alfredo incident in said timeline and uses it as a political weapon against the Vikings

[melodicwitchlight]

“This is such a dirty place,” she says crossly in a prim manner, in visitation to this person’s home or place they were both in attendance to of some event you can decide. “my house in gotaland was proper maintained by me. but my birth home in hlymdales, not as much…” as it was not super essential to heimir (whom taken her in after death of her parents) ;; mirroring kattegat.

she then gives a loud scream 🙀 at the animal that jumped right at her, tracking dirt across her clothes.

“ahhh!!!”

open. reincarnation. modern.

[phenomenal1500]

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings

Chapter 12: I Don't Need You

For Chapter 11: Insomnia click here

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Rollo, the murderer of my friend, threw him to the side and that was the moment Ragnar stepped in front of his brother, immediately the whole crowd became silent when Rollo wasn't able to kill his blood brother and hesitated in surrendering to him. Surrounded by us and Jarl Borg's warriors he fell to his knees before throwing his weapon on the ground, just like he did to Arne, my friend. He didn't even have the courage to look up at us as I marched towards the circle too, groaning in pain, the pain he gave me. Psychical and mental. He had hurt me every way possible. My guardian, now my torturer.

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"We have grown weary of the slaughter of our young men. So Jarl Borg, I offer you one third of the profits from the disputed lands. Unless you continue to dispute my claim to it." Horik calmly stated to the murderer of our friends and family and I wasn't exactly hoping this had happened. We all fought because there was no agreement last time and now suddenly he wants to offer it again after starting an unnecessary war.

"I would rather go back fighting, than receive such scant justice." Horik couldn't believe what he had heard and slowly rose to his feet while Ragnar kept his head lowered to the ground.

"So, you will not accept my fair offer?" Horik unbelievably questioned the blond man.

"No." Ragnar sighed before slowly standing up as well, walking towards the two stubborn men.

"Why do we continue looking inwards? WHY?!!" Ragnar's voice echoed through the valley we were in as his voice grew louder. "WHY DO WE FIGHT EACH OTHER ABOUT THIS PIECE OR THAT PIECE OF LAND? Why are we not looking outwards.   I have already found a passage west. We, we have seen rich and arable land over there. And there must be more. We must stop this. If we raided together, we would not need to fight amongst ourselves. We would not need to kill any more of our young folk. But instead, offer them land, land that they can farm." Ragnar stated strongly and I smiled slightly.

"My mind tends the same way as Ragnar's. It is my intention to join with him and sail west. What do you say, Jarl Borg?"

"Yes, I will raid with you, and so I accept your offer."

The man hugged each other the way we made pacts and finally Rollo was brave enough to look up and face his brother as Ragnar approached him. "Not that you'd care, brother, but your niece, Gyda, is dead. Time to go home." Ragnar spit the words out like it was poison and Rollo's eyes secretly bottled up with tears as I myself became sad over the fact Gyda, Ragnar's sweet daughter, had passed away as well.

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"HE IS WITHOUT HONOR!!" A man shouted while the crowd was clamoring. I had seated myself onto one of the smooth, big rocks and closed my eyes to take a deep breath as I spotted Rollo being dragged onto the hill of judgement. Bjorn seemed to care a lot, as did I, but Rollo had, like everybody said, betrayed us. He tried to lock gazes with me, but I glared away, jerking my head back to the Law Giver.

"People, as your Law Giver I have been asked to determine the fate of this man. This man chose to fight with our enemies, chose to fight against his brother." A man, again, interrupted the wise one, but the Law Giver continued, not minding him being interrupted. "He killed many of our sons, brothers, fathers. What hope is there for him?" Everybody scream at Rollo, yelling he had no defense which was true. "This man deserves to die. We all know that! But, I have decided to spare him. I have taken the advice of the gods. If they had wanted him dead, he would have died in battle. But they spared him."

I shook my head, I was relieved, but furious as well about the gods sparing him. Though, perhaps the gods saw the good in him behind the poison, perhaps he was given a second change to do better than he did before.

"He came forward and threw himself upon the mercy of his brother. He behaved in an interesting and unexpected way, and therefore, I conclude that the gods have made their own judgment, which I cannot overturn. I therefore order this man be set free." Closing my eyes, I heard the people angrily yelling and shouting, even begging to kill him, but the gods and the Law Giver had spoken to us.

~~~

"Lagertha, Princess Aslaug. Princess Aslaug, Lagertha." I stood at the left of Ragnar, staring at the woman who had been seated on the opposite side at Jarl Borg's place while dinning awhile ago. Ragnar seemed to enjoy both women as I knew this would never be excepted by Lagertha, which I could understand. Nobody ever liked to be set aside so easily when another one acts like they are better.

"I know who it is, Ragnar." She calmly spoke up while glaring at Aslaug's stomach before taking a step towards her. "Princess, welcome to Kattegat."

"Thank you, Lagertha."

"This is our son, Bjorn."

"I know Bjorn. Hello, Bjorn." Bjorn didn't seem to like the woman as he watched me while rolling his eyes. Bjorn and I became pretty close the moment at the temple and I had taught him much with a sword before I stayed behind with Rollo and Borg so he didn't mind to show how he thought about Aslaug.

"You must have had a tiring journey. Come and eat."

"Thank you. You're very kind. I knew you would be." We were escorted towards the feast and I was afraid how this triangle would end.