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Vikings Writing Prompts

Trigger Warning:

Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.

If anything mentioned above triggers you. Please remove yourself and continue with your day. Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Vice versa, as the mind can affect the body in equal measure.

Prompts for either imagines, headcanons, one-shots, anything you possibly desire. As long as it is clearly stated as to what character you want it written for. Otherwise I will not be able to satisfy the particular itch you might or might not want itched and scratched.

Characters from the Vikings Show that I am willing to write for as follows:

Male Characters

Rollo Lothbrok

Ívar Ragnarsson

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Athelstan

Hálfdanr Hálfdansson

Haraldr Hálfdansson

Female Characters:

Lagertha Lothbrok

Aslaug Sigurdsdottir

Personal Note: I would also preface that I will not write things that trigger me. Things like Cheating and Affairs. At least not in incredible detail as it will harm and hurt my mental health in the long run. And if you respect my mental health, you will respect my personal boundaries as well.

If you would like to peruse my previous works in the past feel free to do so. I will not prevent nor shame those who would want to read them.

Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.

Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

Prompts

Listed below are prompts to choose from if you want to make a specific request for a specific character. First list being SFW and the second one being NSFW underneath the cut.

SFW - Dialogue Prompts

"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. As much you might dispute that fact."

"You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them. Communication is important."

"Let me eat my feelings in peace and quiet. Otherwise we are going to have many, many, many problems."

"I know I can't go I'm the one getting nearly all the time."

"I don't trust anyone who would place value of one child above another. Regardless of what someone else may or may not have said."

"For a mother you play favourites quite a bit."

"Depends on what you consider to be fair."

"Aim better! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

"You are not my problem. You are theirs. I plan to keep it that way. So neither begging nor pleading to me will not work."

Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts

"I am well enough to fight. I am well enough to move around do things myself. Do not coddle me as I were a child and I will not do the same to you."

"I was in exile, I did not abandon anybody, least of all my brother."

"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

NSFW - Dialogue Prompts

[TBD]

Vikings Headcanons - Link

Food for the heart and soul - Halfdan the Black x Female Reader - Link

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link

Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link

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her loss their gain 2/2

part 1

Shows: Vikings and X-men

Ivar ragnarsson x female mutant reader

Requested by: no one

Warning this contains: ooc ivar, canon divergance

You look over the village, your home,after the fiasco that happened nearly a whole year ago word spread that Thor had a chosen, a woman, and that she had lived here.

Many men came for your hand in marriage, others to see the feats of the chosen and a fair few for shelter, you turned the men away with threats, the ones who wanted to see your powers the villagers wrote them off and for the ones seeking shelter, you always helped them, finding them work and a home.

You were walking through the village one day when one of the newer people came running to you, panting, “my lady, there’s men at the entrance, they said they wanted to see the chosen” shaking your head you reply “give them the decoy”, the village had come up with multiple plans for the annoyances that come to the village, including one where they get a different person to pretend to be the chosen.

“They didn't believe it my lady, one of the men said he was there that day” sighing heavily, you were getting pretty annoyed by the pedestal these people put you on, but nonetheless you square your shoulders, took a deep breath and headed to the gates.

‘Its him’ you recognised him, it had been near a year, but you knew those eyes, the blue-grey that seemed to brighten as he saw you, ‘he's standing’ you notice, you also notice metal pieces on his leg that seem to be holding him up ‘ahh prosthetics’.

You stood in front of the gates to the village, protectively, waiting for them to speak.

The man walked towards you slowly before bending the knee “greetings chosen, my name is ivar ragnarsson, son of ragnar lothbrok and aslaug Sigurdsdottir, i come with a proposal”  

“You were there that day, the day i revealed myself” you spoke, “yes chosen” the man, no ivar, looked up at you, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he caught your eyes, though his face and body language showed he was still guarded, you couldn't help yourself, you reached your hand out slowly, mesmerised, his eyes followed the movement but not making any move to stop you.

“You were different then, but your eyes” you spoke “your eyes hold the same fire, the same…. beauty” you spoke the last word in english, though you think he can speak english as the tips of his ears turn run at the word, you remove your hand though reluctant, you knew you had to get this over with “what is your proposal ivar” you asked him.

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You look over your kingdom, the place you will raise your children, where you were married to your husband, where you, under the tree you were married, confessed to being from the future and where your husband excepted you and your love

Your husband, Ivar ragnarsson, the day he came to you, on his knees for help in his revenge, hell even the day you looked at him in his beautiful eyes, you knew you would say yes to anything.

“Lost in thought, my queen” you heard his voice behind you, letting a smile blossom on your lips “always, my king” you replied, before spinning around right into his arms, your lips meeting, in greetings.

“And how are you my little prince” Ivar leant down to your growing belly, “or princess” you reminded him, making him huff in amusement “yes or princess” he agreed before standing again and kissing your lips again, holding you he says “i hope they get your hair”, “and i hope they get your eyes” you reply leaning on his chest, Ivar laughs before saying “you have always loved my eyes”

“that i have my king“

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Too Close-Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader One Shot

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Masterlist

Summary: After a long, tedious battle, (Y/N) finds herself beside her injured friend instead of her beloved Ivar. He sees this, having been in a panic, and gets angry.

Characters: Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/F/N)= Your friend’s name

Warnings: Tad bit sexual

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My face was caked with sweat and blood, as it was dry it had began to stick to my face, hair and body. But none of that mattered because we won, we had won this battle! This had been the longest I had ever fought in. There was no doubt in my mind that we wouldn’t win. My husband’s battle tactics were smart, people were starting to listen to him now.

Everyone had returned to camp, desperately seeking for their friends and family. I too was searching for Ivar, not seeing his chariot or horse anywhere.

“(Y/N)!” Ubbe’s voice called me.

I whipped around, pulling him into my embrace.“Thank god you are alright. Have you seen your youngest brother?”

He smiled.“Ivar is fine, he is surrounded by his adoring fans.”

I laughed.“I need to see…”

My words trailed away as I spotted a dear friend of mine being carried by two men into camp. Rushing over to him, I followed the men as they took him to the healer.

“(Y/F/N), what happened?!” I exclaimed as they laid him down on the bed.

He groaned.“One of the enemy, they got me at the last minute.”

I knelt beside him, clutching onto his hand.“You’re going to be ok, they’ll heal you.” The healer started to remove his armour, revealing the wound. On the left side of his torso was a huge, bloody mess. Until it was cleaned, you couldn’t tell what his actual injury was; however, it needed to be cleaned soon, otherwise the infection would kill him.

“Just focus on me ok? You still have more battles to go to before you leave for Valhalla. Remember, we said we would always fight together.” I tried not to cry.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N). You must go to your husband, Ivar will be worried for you.”

“He can wait. He’ll be busy with his admirers, I’m sure a few women will distract him.”

The healer started to clean the wound, (Y/F/N) gripping my hand so tight that I thought it would break. But I braved through it for him, seeing that this was just adding to the pain. I tried to keep his mind off it.

“How have your braids not moved? My hair looks like a bird’s nest compared to yours.”

I think he wanted to laugh.“Well, one of us has to look good.”

“You’ll have to grab the woman who did this, it’s not easy to be a princess, someone will have to braid my hair.”

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to find another wench to do it. That girl is mine.”

(Y/F/N) let out a yell as the healer applied ointment. I cringed, trying to keep myself together for him. I prayed to all the gods that he would recover, that no nasty infection would come to curse him. He had fought for them, they should reward him with good health.

“I got really worried when I lost you and Ivar. I know we can get split up but this was the most intense battle I had been in.”

(Y/F/N) squeezed my hand in reassurance.“You can’t lose me. I’m too good a fighter.” Still cocky when close to death. Genuinly smiling, we kept talking as the healer did her work. He would let out a yelp or loud growl if the pain got really bad. The woman worked quickly, needing to attend to other men and women beside her sisters.

“(Y/N), come here.” a demanding voice came from just outside the tent.

I shared a sympathetic look with (Y/F/N), kissing the back of his hand before rushing outside. As I went to throw my arm around my husband, Ivar was already crawling away to our tent. He was mad. I knew I should have seen her but (Y/F/N) needed me. He wouldn’t see it that way. Ivar had a jealous temper, sometimes it made me feel loved, Ivar still wanted me; other times I felt like a possession, a toy if you will. Slumping my shoulders, I hurried my pace, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer.

Walking into the tent, my husband was sitting on the edge of the bed. He too was still covered in mud and blood, his armour still tightly fitted onto him.

“Ivar-”

“It is good to finally see you wife.” he started, clearly pissed off.“For a moment, I thought you were dead.”

It was times like these that I had to tread carefully.“I’m sorry. (Y/F/N) was in pain, I got caught up in the moment.”

“And what if I was hurt? Would you come see me?”

“I asked Ubbe, he said you were fine.”

“No I was not. For you see, my wife was not by my side. Whilst I was not able to celebrate, thinking that my wife may be lying dead in the field, it turned out she had fucked off with another man.”

I stormed up to him, getting right in his face.“You know how close we are. He needed someone. If you were hurt, I would be with you on a heartbeat.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! Ivar, I’m sorry. I know I should have come to you first. But now you’re being ridiculous.”

His hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in As he pulled me towards him. As I straddled him, I couldn’t help but think of all the possibilities that could come from this; one stood out in my mind.

“You are a princess now. You’re my princess. One day you’ll be a queen.” he leaned his head into my neck, his breath fanning my skin.“So maybe, you should start thinking about your actions. People may start to talk.”

Our eyes met.“Stop playing games Ivar.”

“Why? I thought you had grown to like them.” he smirked.

“Maybe we should play one of my games.” I pushed on his torso, making him lie on his back.

“Oh? And what does that involve?”

“Just us, no clothes, and a lot of noise.”

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The Viking King and the Pancakes (Ivar x reader)

A/N: Modern AU but not exactly Modern!Ivar, you’ll see. 

This is not the second part of Pancakes in Bed again? But if you haven't read it, it would be better to read it first. Here 

Thanks to @inforapound​, without whom I couldn’t do anything 💖 And thanks to @ivaraddict​ for this precious gif 💖

Summary: the reader wakes up and finds out that she is not alone in bed. When she realizes who is lying next to her, the shock is even greater. 

Warnings: None besides my wacky ideas ; shaggy dog story. Ah yes, swearings too. 

Words: 2136

Lazily opening your eyes, you startle when the sound of snoring wakes you completely.

Snoring?? How could this be?? You have been sleeping alone for… for… weeks? Months? So long that you actually aren’t sure… It could even be years…  

Immediately you are wide awake and screaming as you realize that a man is lying next to you. In your bed! Under your sheets! A wave of panic hits you. What did you do last night? Had you been drinking? Eating mushrooms?

Where did he come from? How did he get there? And more importantly, who is he?? And… did you have…? Oh, no, no, no, no! Looking under the sheets, you see that you are still wearing your pajamas. Phew!!

Releasing a loud sigh of relief, you hear the stranger growl as he shifts in the bed. Looking at him carefully, you are frightened – there's a man you don't know anything about in your bed! – and also fascinated – from what you can see, his muscles are… impressive…

It's highly inappropriate, but you are drooling.

Move a little more so I can see your face, you urge him silently.

It worked! Rolling onto his side, the man slowly faces you and…

FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!

"By the gods, who are you?"

From his thick accent you know he's not fluent in English. But you still understand. Which is good, as your knowledge of Old Norse is limited to "Du kan ikke drepe meg!" Although, thinking about it, telling him he can't kill you might not be totally stupid.

"I..I.." You pathetically babble. Fuck. Fuck! You must be dreaming, right? You pinch your arm, bite the inside of your cheek and end up slapping yourself in front of a dumbfounded Iv… No! It can't be him! It can? Noooo! Fuck, even after five slaps, he's still there.

"I'm Y/N," you finally say and are rewarded with a puzzled look.

"Strange name."

A man of few words, no doubt about it. Rolling your eyes, you sigh. Maybe you like it better when he doesn't say anything.

"And you?" Your question is somehow rhetorical as you already know who he is. But you need to hear it, clearly, from him.

"Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok and Aslaug Sigurdsdottir, king of Kattegat and leader of the great heathen army."

It sounds like he's reciting his service record.

Wow, wow, wow! The guy is slightly showing off, isn't he? You'd like to put him down and hesitate to remind him that unless you're mistaken, Bjorn overthrew him and he's not really king anymore. But it doesn't seem particularly wise, so you choose to keep quiet.

Not him.

"Are you my new slave? A gift from Ubbe, my silly brother, as a sign of his repentance and total allegiance?"

A slave??? You are in my fucking house, man!! And in my bed!!!

Six months later

You hurry up, eager to get home, looking forward to finding your man, Ivar the Boneless; the ruthless king. The bloodthirsty, fierce, cruel Viking. Your lover. Your Ivar.

Pushing back the door with your foot, you hastily lock it behind.

"Ivar?"

Not getting an answer, you put down your bag and take off your shoes before walking through the apartment. Putting your phone on the kitchen table, you inhale deeply, enjoying the delicious smell of a lamb stew that has certainly been simmering for hours.

Eventually, you find your great warrior asleep on the couch, the old wheelchair you unearthed in a second-hand shop right next to him. Smiling, you take your time, admiring his features. His facial structure, so perfect. He's astonishing, breathtaking. Painfully handsome.

He belongs perfectly in your living room and simultaneously seems completely out of place. You can't help but smile seeing the contrast of his hairstyle – "Never without my braids, woman!" – and his outfit, sweatpants and white T-shirt.

"Hi, my love!" Blinking, he almost purrs as you kiss his forehead.

Using his powerful arms to draw you close, he flashes you a broad grin as you carefully straddle him. With modern drugs working wonders, you taught him to rate his pain on a scale of one to ten and he's rarely over two. Yet, you haven't found a way to prevent him from breaking a bone at the drop of a hat.

"My queen!"

Your laughter fills the room. No matter how much you tell him you are not the queen of anything, he seems hell-bent on it so you let him, amused and surely flattered to be loved by a real king.

"Dinner is almost ready." You shiver as he kisses your temple, your cheek and eventually your neck. "And then…,” his voice is suddenly hoarse, "… you and I will make love."

Six months earlier

"Tell me again??"

The frightening Viking glares at you, threateningly, driving your heart rate crazy. Fortunately, you confirmed he came unarmed in your bed and then you took care, before inviting him to sit at the kitchen table, to lock up all the knives and sharp or pointed tools.

"I say…,” ashamed, you know you're blushing, "… that I have called the gods, yours as well as the Christian god."

"And for what purpose?" His piercing blue eyes are scanning you, his features harsh.

"I….” Your voice is shaky. "I have already told you."

Before you realize what's going on, his hand is on your throat, and he's squeezing. The little bastard!

"I said," he roars, "For. What. Purpose?"

Freaking out, it's hard for you to breathe and you can hardly speak, your face red, your eyes bulging and begging him for air.

His eyes demanding an answer, he barely releases his grip. You're sure he won't hesitate to strangle you if you don't say anything.

"I have… I begged the gods because I wanted… I wanted you in… my bed… Well, not you…" Suddenly your words are rushing out. "I wanted the other Ivar, the Ivar of the TV show, this TV show that you don't know but in which you play the lead role. And yes, I'm aware that you don't know what a TV show is, I'll explain later, but that's it, it's you I wanted, that's why I called the gods and I don't know why but apparently it seems they heard me."

Ivar's hand doesn't move but he doesn't squeeze anymore, allowing you to breathe freely. You can see a slight change in his eyes, and his face softens.

"You… You wanted me in your bed? …..Why?"

Suddenly, there's no longer a frightening warrior in front of you but the terrified little boy from the eleventh episode of season four. His huge, wide eyes screaming all his insecurities. You are dying to tell him that Margrethe is nothing more than a stupid girl who did everything wrong. After all, you'd only be telling the truth!

But because he's unpredictable and because you don't know him well, you choose to say something more simple. "Because you are extremely attractive.”

Pleased by your words, he puffs his chest, flashing you a cocky grin. "And what did you want to do in bed with me?"

His rapid mood swings are fascinating, even more impressive in real life than on TV. Weighing the pros and cons, you eventually decide to be honest. "I wanted to have sex with you.”

Six months later

"I'll take care of everything, just go chill."

Nodding gratefully, you watch Ivar, who's setting the table while stirring the stew and keeping an eye on the cooking pasta. Smiling, you can't help but assess the progress made.  

In six months, Ivar had become a perfect househusband.

Neither you nor he were able to explain by what miracle, sorry, by what magic, the word miracle made your proud pagan throw up, had him get there. But you didn't complain.

Neither did he – he who confessed that the last thing he remembered was fleeing Kattegat, alone, abandoned by all, hiding in the back of a stinking cattle cart.

Of course, you had to teach him everything and at first, it hadn't been easy. But he quickly got his bearings, at least in your apartment. Outside was harder. He was afraid of everything. Too much noise, too many colors, too many stimuli all the time.

That's why he spent most of his time inside. Running errands was terribly worrisome for him. Eating out too. At most, you forced him to go out sometimes late at night to get fresh air, and three weeks ago you managed to take him to the mountains. He loved it.

On a daily basis, you two didn't get out much, but you didn't mind. In your home, your cocoon, you were able to forget more and more that Ivar was more than a thousand years old. Forget that he was a character from history books as well as one of your favorite TV show. And the fucking fictive guy you've been fantasizing about for months!

He had adapted quickly enough to modern technologies, had discovered running water with delight and had been fascinated, almost mesmerized, by the Internet. It was so he could use it, he asked you to teach him how to read.

Learning in record time, you realized that the show had some truth: Ivar was certainly a brilliant and intelligent person.

Since he could read, he'd devoured every book he could find. He read all your books, even burning one that described the point of view of a Saxon monk during the Lindisfarne raid. The best thing about this interest was that he was always looking for new recipes on the web. "Helga would have been crazy with such a tool!", he told you after explaining that it was Floki's wife who had secretly taught him how to cook.

"Take your seat, my queen.”

Wheeling towards you, Ivar hands you a glass of wine. "For you." You thank him and then you both raise your glasses before clinking them. "Enjoy your meal!"

Bringing your fork to your mouth – Ivar, your stubborn Viking, still eats everything with a spoon – your eyes shoot wide as you let the flavors spread through your mouth. Once again, his meal is excellent, a true feast for the palate.

"Ivar!" Talking with a full mouth, you're slightly ashamed but know he won't hold it against you. "It's simply a pure wonder! Exquisite and perfect!"

Smiling proudly, your Viking king is sincerely happy. He doesn't need much. What he told to that bitch Freydis was the truth: all he wanted was to be loved. And in truth, he doesn't care about being king. For the first time in his life, he can be himself. With you. And that's enough for him.

"I'm glad you like it." Waving his spoon in front of you, he furrows his brows. "Are you working tomorrow?"

You can't hide the small smile curling the corner of your mouth up.  Ivar still has trouble with some concepts. "No, my love, tomorrow is Sunday. I never work on Sundays." Seeing that his face lights up, you know he has an idea in mind. "Why?"

"Nothing… I was just thinking… I could try to prepare… pancakes. And we could eat them in bed."

You are sure you've never mentioned pancakes and wonder when he heard about them. But whatever, you're in. "That's a great idea! I'm sure you'll do well."

Now, Ivar's biting his lower lip suggestively and you wonder what he’s up to.

Putting his spoon on the edge of his plate, he wheels towards you. "I'll prepare toast, eggs, and bacon too."

You can't help but feel aroused by his hoarse voice, even if it's ridiculous. Who would have thought that breakfast could be a turn on?

Wait. Wait. Fucking wait. Pancakes. Toast. Eggs. Bacon. Seriously???

"Why?!" You startle, slightly distressed. "I mean, what are you talking about? Why are you talking about that? Why do… Why do you want to eat that tomorrow? I mean, exactly that?" You know you're pathetic, but Ivar only smiles at you lovingly.

"Because I want to.” Stroking your breast, he leans forward and his mouth meet yours, giving you shivers. "And once I've eaten all this…,” backing up just enough to look you in the eye, his hand brushes your crotch, making you shutter, "… I'll enjoy my dessert."

Standing, you take a few steps back, panic setting in while you try to put the puzzle together. Your heartbeat becomes frantic when you eventually understand what it means. What he means.

"Ivar… You…?" Blushing, a lump forms in your throat, you can’t speak anymore.

Nodding at you, again and again, a broad smile on his face and his gaze almost naughty, he’s obviously having fun. Fucking pompous asshole!

"Yes, my queen. I found your Tumblr blog. And I read your fanfictions."

OH!! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

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I Am One Of You-Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader Part 2

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Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: The Ragnarsson’s grow curious about the three new people travelling home with them. They don’t recall any memories and want to know more about them.

Characters: Ragnarsson’s x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence

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The ships were docked in the sand, all of them being filled with the riches and treasures the vikings stole. Askel, Davyn and I stood back, watching as they prepared themselves to go home, see their family. We were family, we were back with Floki now; but what would happen when we got back to Kattegat? There were only vague memories of that place, it has surely changed by now. What about the people? It must have been a close community, how likely was it that they were going to accept us?

“Come on (Y/N),” Askel nudged me,“you haven’t smiled once today.”

I wrapped the cloak around me tighter.“I want to be happy. I do but….this feels strange.”

“It’s just because we’ve been locked up for a majority of our lives.” Davyn out his arm around my shoulder.“Being free is going to be a weird experience.

It wasn’t long before the men and women were boarding the ships, making themselves comfortable for the long journey. Floki frantically waved us over, standing beside a ship. We made our way over, realising that we were being watched by mostly everyone.

"Hurry, hurry, your home awaits.” He grinned.

I was suddenly lifted by him, my frail body was easy to lift. My feet were suddenly wrapped up in my cloak, causing me to lose balance; before I could topple face first into the boat, Hvitserk caught me, lifting me again. He set me on the floor, a small smile exchanged between us. But as soon as I could stand upright, I pushed his hands off of me, not wanting them on me; I was still uncomfortable around men I didn’t know. Ignoring his confused face, I scurried to a space away from everyone, curling up as I sat down. Askel and Davyn sat either side of me, looking around at the others as well as I.

The boats were pushed out into the sea. It was calm for now, I feared for later on though, I had heard stories from eavesdropping that the sea could be a cruel monster. Men were rowing, putting all of their strength into it; others were either resting or speaking to one another. I remained silent, plagued with the thoughts of our new future. What were we to become when we arrived there?

“Do you ever not look pained? It isn’t a very good look for a young woman.” Ivar smirked. He was trying to get under my skin.

I turned my head away and ignored him.

His hand was slowly inching his way towards me.“Though I don’t suppose that will matter once a man snatches you up. It’s not like anyone will care about your past-”

I grabbed his hand, digging my nails into his skin.“I suggest if you want to keep your hand, you will keep it away from me.” I snapped.

He snatched his hand back, becoming angry.“How dare you touch me like that! I am a prince, I could have you killed!”

“Shut up Ivar.” Hvitserk kicked him.

“You are supposed to be on my side.”

The eldest, Ubbe, also spoke.“You’re acting like a child. I’d do as she says, she looks like she’s about to throw you overboard.”

The brothers laughed. I couldn’t help give a small smile too.

Ivar growled.“Laugh all you want. But we do not now these people. We may have grown up with them, though who are they really?”

“You could just ask us. You may get some answers then.” Askel glared at Ivar.

“Ok then, what happened to your mothers?”

“They died, killed when our village was raided. Floki is my mother’s brother, we were taken to him when that happened.”

“That’s it? That is your story?”

“Sorry it’s not exhilarating enough for you.” Davyn scoffed.

“What about all of this?” Sigurd asked.“How did you end up in a different country?”

We looked at each other, not really sure of the actual story.“We only know we were taken.”

“No one ever told you anything? You didn’t hear anything from the people who ‘took’ you?”

“No.”

“Stop asking them all these questions! They don’t have to answer you!” Floki snapped.

All of them were quiet after that. But it made me think about it even more. I had never asked these questions. It happened so early on in my life, I couldn’t remember a lot of it. All that came to mind was being snatched from Floki’s home in the middle of the night and sailed across the sea. It was a simple raid from the English. That’s all it could be.

Days later we arrived back in Kattegat; well what I assumed was Kattegat after seeing the excited faces. We hadn’t arrived at the village, we were on a lake, hiding what used to be my home. As we went against the stream, Floki suddenly bounced up, almost losing his balance before leaning over the side.

“Get us closer to the shore!” he demanded.

“Floki, why would we do that? We’re almost home-”

“Just do it! I need to get the children to my home, it’s right there!” He was starting to stress.

“Sit down old man,” Harald grinned, pushing his shoulders to make him sit back down,“the people are going ti greet us with gratitude, you wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Confused by his antics, I watched Floki closely for the remainder of the journey. He seemed anxious, on the edge. Why had he wanted us to get off the boat so quickly?

Finally, we docked at Kattegat, the crowds of family and friends filling the space. Husbands and wives embraced lovingly, parents swooping up their children into their arms; it was a heartwarming sight, something I wouldn’t experience.

Floki lifted me out of the boat again, just as he did when putting me in. I felt like a child in his arms; I probably weighed the same as a child too. The crowds were extremely big, too claustrophobic and frightening to me. Floki kept a form hand on me, not wanting to lose me, not again. I let him drag me through the small spaces. However, our uncle seemed to be steering us away from the town, from everyone. The boys noticed this odd behaviour too, but went along with it. It didn’t matter though, I wanted to be home as soon as possible.

The erupt of cheers and shouting deafened me. I had to make sure I kept watch of Floki, or I could get easily swept up. But as I tried to keep my focus on him, I spotted a familiar figure on their knees, tied up and beaten. My eyes widened in rage, anger flaring as the adrenaline rushed through me.

Breaking away from my family, I pushed as hard as I could through the crowd. They were probably calling after me, even if they were, I wouldn’t be able to hear them. There was a clearing around him, people mocking and shouting crude words at the man before him. Screaming out, I ran as fast as I could at him, using all of my strength to kick him in the stomach. The people cheered, albeit as I fell over. Regaining my balance, I swung my fist into his face, blood splattering out of it. He cried out in pain both times. Bruises, cuts and dry blood covered his body, obviously already receiving a good beating. I didn’t care. I needed to do this.

“STOP!” an authoritative voice called out above the crowd. Everyone went silent immediately.“What is going on?”

A tall, slim woman emerged, wearing fine clothing. She looked around the scene before me. I bowed my head, knowing she had power but also not wanting to face her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walking toward me, stopping a few feet away.

“Why were you beating this man?” she demanded to know.

“I….he was my captor, in England. He beat me, starved me….raped me.” I choked out.

She hesitated.“I am sorry that he did those things to you. But it is not your right to do this, not now, he has been brought here for a reason.”

“I-I’m sorry-”

A hand clamped onto the back of my dress, pulling me away from the situation. It was Floki, trying to get back into the crowd.

“Floki, you know this woman?” she called out.

“Aslaug, it is so good to see you. But I must return home, see Helga.” he smiled, rushing his words.

“Floki, you’re hurting me!” I exclaimed.

“Wait, Floki, I must speak with you. Bring the girl with you.” she looked worried, I had no clue why.

Floki sighed, almost looking like he wanted to run away. Slumping his shoulders, he guided us to what looked like a great hall. I thought as soon as I stepped foot into the ground of Kattegat, the memories would come flooding back. It saddened me that I couldn’t, I needed to, I had to get rid of the old memories.

Aslaug sat on her throne, her sons standing either side of her, except Ivar who was on a stool. Askel, Davyn, Floki and I stood in front of her, waiting for her to speak.

“You think I do not know who these people are. Do you take me for a fool?” she spat.

Floki tried to remain calm.“Aslaug, they’re my family-”

“How dare you bring them back here, after all this time!”

Everyone except Aslaug and Floki had confused looks on their faces. Why was she speaking of us this way? What had happened?

“Especially her!” she aimed her anger at me, making me jump at her tone of voice.

“I couldn’t leave them there! They are like my own children!”

“Her mother brought terror to her people and ours. I won’t have them stand before me.”

“You won’t take them away from me again!” he was shouting at the top of his voice.

“Yes, I will. They are to be taken to the prison cells whilst I decide what to do with them.”

My mind had gone into overdrive. Why were we being locked up again? We had just broke free! Who was this woman and why did she hate us so?

“Uncle, what is happening?!” Askel hissed as a guard grabbed him.

“I will get you out, I promise!” he said, clinging onto my hands as my nails dug into him.

“Floki! Please don’t let them take me! I CAN’T BE LOCKED UP AGAIN!”

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You Look At Me Differently-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson Part 5

(A/N: I can’t believe I’m writing another part, I’m really a pushover 😁 I have really enjoyed writing this and I love the story, I’m so happy everyone else enjoyed it too.)

Masterlist

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

Summary: Requested by @ocheewa (who actually suggested two ideas): ‘Ubbe gets depressed and begins to neglect himself. It hurts her, because she secretly never stopped loving him and wants to help him and forgive him? Yeah I know, Ivar is going to be sad, but she and Ubbe belonged together since the first part 1.’

Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: It’s gonna be sad, angry

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I sighed into my pillow as I tossed and turned. Ivar wasn’t home yet, I actually had no idea where he was. It didn’t bother me as I knew he could look after himself. But sometimes it just got a bit lonely, even when we were together. Ivar was such a lovely husband, I really couldn’t have asked for a better man to be with….well except one. After arguing with Ubbe I really regretted it. I could have at least been friends with him, instead I had to act up in the moment.

My mind knew that this thing with Ubbe had been bad and I think it tried to convince me that Ivar was much better for me. In a way, he was. Ubbe has me heartbroken and confused, but a part of me wanted to find out why it all happened now. If he had said any of this before he was married, I would have ran to him in a second. Why did he have to do this now? Ivar looked after me, I couldn’t betray him like this. How would he act if I did? Everyone knew what he did when he lost his temper, I did not want to be on the receiving end of that.

A knock on the door startled me. Ivar wouldn’t knock, he would just barge in. Grabbing my knife, I tiptoed out of the bedroom and to the front door, cautious of making any noise.

“(Y/N), it’s just me.” Hvitserk identified himself.

Relieved, I opened the door, letting him inside.“You scared me, I had no idea who was coming here this late at night.”

“Is Ubbe here?” he asked.

I was surprised by his demanding tone.“No, of course not. Why would he come here?”

He glanced at me before charging through the house, knocking things over that could possibly hide someone. I shouted for him to stop but he kept on breaking everything he laid his hands on. Once Hvitserk was done trashing the kitchen, he dashed to the bedroom and did the same thing. My yells were useless at this point, physical force had to be taken. Grabbing the back of his clothes I tried to pull him away, only to be shoved back onto the floor. As I groaned from the pain, I opened my eyes, only to see Ivar at the door. His face showed burning anger, nostrils flaring as a growl emitted from his throat. Turning onto my front, I was now eye level with him.

“Ivar, just calm down. Let him explain first.” I said in a low voice, not wanting to push a wrong button.

“I come back home, expecting my wife to be waiting for me in my bed; instead I find her on the floor as my brother ransacks everything I own.” Ivar stated in a low toned voice.

“I have good reason to be here. I’m looking for Ubbe.” Hvitserk said a little out of breath.

“Well you can go home now, Hvitserk. I haven’t seen Ubbe for two days now.” Ivar crawled through the room, shoving the broken things aside.

I stood up.“Neither have I.”

“You know it’s because of you that he has changed. He is no longer the caring brother we grew up with.”

“Hvitserk, I don’t want to fall out with you. But we can’t help you with any of this, we are the last people he would come to.”

“Maybe Ivar, not you though.”

“And what is that supposed to mean? (Y/N) made it clear to our brother that she wanted nothing to do with him.” Ivar interrupted as he climbed onto the bed.

“You obviously don’t know your wife very well. I’m sorry for ruining your house, I just miss him.”

Before I could say something comforting, Ivar dismissed him.“Goodnight Hvitserk.”

We were silent as we waited for Hvitserk to leave. The door slammed shut behind him. Still, nothing was said between us and I bent down to pick up the mess my brother-in-law made.

“Leave it.” Ivar ordered.

Too tired and confused to argue, I did as I was told and climbed in next to Ivar, who was still sat on top of the covers and leaning against the headboard.

“What did he mean by all of that?” Ivar asked me.

I was facing away from him.“I am as puzzled as you are. Do not ask me stupid questions Ivar, you know I would not betray you.”

“Do I?” he mumbled.

I looked up at him.“Excuse me?”

“I may be a cripple but I am not blind. I know you’re still in love with Ubbe. You married me because you had no other choice.”

“Ivar-”

His body suddenly twisted towards me, pinning me down.“This isn’t fair! It isn’t fair for any of us! He fucked you over, yet you still have feelings for him.” His hands shot to my neck, squeezing it but not enough to cut off air supply.

“I-Ivar,” I trembled,“that’s in the past-”

He shook me violently.“STOP LYING TO ME!”

Ivar’s shaking caused me to fall off the bed, hitting the floor for the second time that night. I didn’t give him a chance to grab me, bolting out of the house as fast as I could. I had thought that after growing up with Ivar and seeing his outbursts up front, that I would be able to deal with them. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Just in my nightdress and bare feet, I ran far away from my home, finding myself going towards the house the prince’s owned at the edge of the woods. I hadn’t realised this until I was right outside. Gasping for air, I stopped moving for a moment, hating the fact that I was on my own. Just as my hand reached the door, someone else’s hand touched my shoulder. I screamed, turning around the punch them in the face but my fist was caught by their hand.

“(Y/N), calm down.” it was Ubbe.

I snatched my hand back, barging into the small house. This was all I needed. Why were the gods testing me?

“What are you doing here? Where is Ivar?” he asked me.

“I…we had an argument.”

“You look freezing, and you’re dirty. Sit down.” He handed me his due cloak, grabbing a bowl of water and a cloth.

Still a little dazed from all that had happened, I followed his instructions, watching him carefully. He knelt down in front of me, dipping the cloth in the water, cleaning my feet. I shivered at the cold water but also let out an uncontrollable giggle.

He looked up, smiling a little.“Still ticklish?”

I shyly nodded.

He carried on washing my feet of the dirt. The fire crackling was the only sound though it was relaxing. I was so thrown off by all of this; I was letting him do this, we were speaking to each other. Hadn’t I told him to stay away from me?

“Thank you.” I muttered out as he finished.

“I can guess what you two were arguing about.” he said, sitting opposite to me.

I sighed.

“He is still worried that I will take you away from him.”

“Will you?” I sounded like I was begging.

His eyes widened a little at my words.“Are you asking me to?”

“I-I don’t know. I get headaches from just thinking about all of this.”

“What is it that troubles you?”

I changed the subject.“Why have you been pushing everyone away? Is it because of our argument?”

He narrowed his eyes at me.“Yes it is. You crushed my heart.”

“Now you know what it feels like.”

“Now is not the time for bitterness.” he snapped

I scoffed, shaking my head.“Here we go again, in exactly the same spot as last time. You realise this is all your fault right?”

“My fault?!”

“Yes. If you were a more noble man instead of sticking your dick into any woman we might have avoided this situation.”

“Margrethe was more than sex at first-”

“Don’t kid yourself Ubbe. She was a slave girl, she had to do what you said otherwise she would be punished.”

He stayed silent.

“I love you Ubbe. You’ve always been there for me, inseparable since I first came here. Why did you have to throw that all away by fucking a random slave?”

Ubbe shot up from his seat.“Why can’t I just have you both?! Men share their wives all the time, why should it make a difference?!”

I started to shout.“Because I am a princess, not some white wife who gets tired of her husband in bed! I have some dignity left in me.”

“Margrethe was fine with it-”

“Margrethe is beneath me. The only reason she is free is because of you, and even you said you were tired of her.”

He just kept staring at me.

“Ubbe, I want to love Ivar, I really do. I think a part of me does but because I have known him for so long. You…I think I’ve loved you for so long that my heart has decided to mask the pain you have caused me, telling me to ignore it.”

Ubbe was surprised by my answer, taking long strides towards me before we were inches apart. I looked up at him, a headache forming due to everything that had just happened. First Hvitserk comes storming into my home, Ivar gets mad and attacks me, and now this. As he leaned his head down to mine, his hands wrapping around my waist, it suddenly clicked in my mind that this is what I wanted. Yes, a small part of my heart loved Ivar and all that he had done for me, however this was stronger.

I rushed things and kissed him first. The negative thoughts left me for now. I had waited too long for rhis. Our hands roamed each other as the kids deepened, stumbling into the table behind us. As we caught our breaths, we just stared at each other.

“Ubbe, this is so terribly wrong.” I gasped out.

“It is. It’s wrong that we have been separated for so long.”

“No, I mean-”

He kissed me again.“I knew what you meant. But I will not hear of it.”

“Ubbe, they won’t let us he a divorce.”

“My mother is in charge, I will convince her.”

“We don’t have a good excuse.”

“We love each other-”

“That won’t work! What about Ivar and Margrethe? This…this isn’t-”

“This isn’t right, I know. But you know that we can’t be apart now. Not now that we have finally made amends.”

I sighed, clasping onto his hands.“Ubbe, how are we going to get through this?”

He squeezed them.“Together, because we love each other.” he wanted for a reply.“Right?”

I looked into his eyes again, smiling.“Right.”

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I Am One Of You-Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader Part 1

(A/N: I decided to make another series for Vikings, really not sure how long this one will be 😄 This won’t follow the plot of the series.)

Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Whilst the sons of Ragnar are raiding England, they find three of their people trapped, who they thought were dead.

Characters: Bjorn Lothbrok x Reader, Floki x Reader, Harald Finehair x Reader (eventually Hvitserk Ragnarrson x Reader)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: None

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My hands gripped at the bars of the window, pulling myself up to peek out. I could hear faint noises of fighting. I slipped down, weak from not receiving food for so long. It was dark in my cell, the only source of light came from the torches outside as I had no window. Trying my best to uphold my body weight, I pulled on the bars again, this time seeing men barging through the corridor.

“HELP!” I screamed.“Please get me out of here!”

One of them stopped at my door, looking straight into my eyes. He was older than me, his eyes were a beautiful blue and he had a long beard with a single braid on his head whilst the rest was bald. For some reason he seemed familiar to me. From the looks of his clothing I could tell he was Viking, he was just like me.

“How do you speak our language?” he demanded to know.

“I come from where you are from. I lived in a trading village called Kattegat. Please believe me, I need to get out of here!” As soon as I finished my sentence, he was using his axe to break down the door. I stood back, shielding myself from any bits that came flying off. With a final kick, it broke off the hinges, a squeal escaping my lips. He gestured for me to follow and somehow found the energy to run after him.

“Wait! I need to free my friends, they’re down here too!” I exclaimed.

He stopped.“How many of them are there?”

“Only two, and I know where they are.”

He was hesitant with his decision. In the end he did as I asked, instructing me to locate them. We ran further the dungeons, the distant sounds of fighting becoming more faint. I could still hear the warning bells though.

“Askel, Davyn, are you there?” I called into the cells.

“(Y/N)! What’s happening?” Askel asked, looking out of his cell.

“No time to explain. Move.” my rescuer pushed me out of the way before knocking down the doors again.

As they were both freed, we all embraced. It was only brief as we had to escape. The boys could see that the rescuer was a viking too, they knew that they had come to pillage this place. We were all ecstatic at this thought. We too were viking, It was lucky that they were out own people.

It was daytime outside when we escaped the dungeons. The three of us shielded our eyes, only used to the darkness below. As we adjusted, I could hear a victorious scream from a crowd of people. Daring to open my eyes, I could feel the man pulling on my arm towards the crowd of vikings. There were dead bodies strewn across the place, blood staining the ground. There was no remorse in me though, these people were awful, so full of themselves and their one God.

“Bjorn! Who are these people? Slaves? I thought we weren’t taking anyone back with us?” a man with long, brown hair and tattoos all over his face asked.

The man, who I now knew as Bjorn replied.“No, they say they are from Kattegat.”

“And you believed them?”

“They were prisoners.”

“Does not mean they are telling the truth.”

Askel interrupted the conversation, never afraid to speak his mind.“We were raised there as children. After all of our mothers died, my uncle took us in. His name is Floki, I know not if he is still alive.”

The dark haired man laughed.“Floki? Are you serious?”

We nodded, not knowing what was so funny. After he finished laughing, he gestured for us to follow him. The crowd parted to let us through, wondering why they had kept us alive. As we stepped out of the town gates into the woods, there were more men and women. Further along there was a chariot with a man in it, align with four men standing around it, one of them looking older than the others.

“Floki!” the brown haired man called out.

No, it couldn’t be. He was here?! He was here and we would finally be reunited. As he turned around I could not believe my eyes, frozen in place due to shock. Floki looked older though still the same. His crazy eyes and painted markings made him recognisable.

“Children.” he muttered, mostly to himself before bursting into laughter.

“I take it you recognise them?” Bjorn said.

“Of course I do!” he ran to us, pulling us into his arms, squeezing us tightly.“Askel, Davyn, (Y/N), you’re all so big now!”

Askel and Davyn were smiling whereas I was crying. I was happy but so upset about everything we had been through. As the boys pulled away, I clung onto Floki, not wanting to let go in case I was imagining everything. He calmed down, rubbing my back in a comforting way.

“They hurt you didn’t they?” he whispered to me and all I could do was nod.

“They are coming with us, they are my family.” Floki announced.

The three of us stayed close together as we followed the group of vikings to their campsite. Floki was further ahead with the leaders which seemed to be Bjorn and the four younger men from before. I wouldn’t let go of Askel and Davyn’s hands, gripping onto them tightly. This seemed so surreal. After all these years, we were finally rescued, but why now?

Reaching the campsite, Floki found us, bringing us to where his tent was set up. He had many people say around him which made me nervous, I didn’t have much interaction which anyone for a while now. He told us to sitm, someone handing us bowls of food, something we didn’t have for weeks.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” the young man who was sat in the chariot asked.

“Sorry, we’re just wary of our food.” Davyn explained.

“What he means to say is that when we were actually fed, they gave us shit.” Askel said, tucking in.

I copied, my body relishing over the soup. It was so good, though I’m sure a mouldy piece of bread would taste great at this moment. Our good was gone within minutes, hungry for more. We were granted seconds, seeing as we hadn’t eaten for so long. The others talked amongst themselves as we feasted.

Floki sighed.“What happened to you? After they took you?”

“They used us as slaves when we were children, trying to convert us to their religion. Of course we wouldn’t which resulted in a lot of punishments.” I explained.

The boys looked at me worryingly, knowing that those men back there were not holy.

I continued.“We would do as we were told at first. It was only last year we were imprisoned. We had tried to escape, once we were caught they decided they were going to kill us. But one lady was able to save us.”

“She was the wife of the Sheriff, for some reason she felt for us and convinced her husband to keep us alive, make us repent for our sins.” Askel finished.

“We would send messages to each other, that’s how I knew where their cells were and that they were still alive.”

“Well you’ve certainly been through a lot."The young man stated, though he was smirking.

"Ivar.” Floki warned him.

“What?”

“I know you’re going to say something which you will come to regret when you find my fist in your face.”

Ivar held up his hands mockingly, going back to his food. It was silent until Floki spoke again.

“You all used to play together.” He waved his hand to all of us.“Ubbe, you would play with the boys, Hvitserk was always with (Y/N), he never left her side. Sigurd and Ivar would have been too young to remember, though they joined in too.”

We awkwardly looked at each other, not really knowing what to say. I had just escaped from my prison and this was what we’re talking about. Floki was probably trying to make us forget our prison, think more about home.

“Eat up, you’ll need your strength for our journey tomorrow.”

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You Look At Me Differently-Ivar Ragbarsson x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson Part 3

(GIF credit to owner)

Masterlist

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 4/ Part 5

(A/N: So it was requested that I make another part to this, sort of like a spin off. There were some messages about this too and I was going to leave it but I decided to go ahead with it cause I wanted to see how things turned out too.)

Summary: Requested by @erinireland: ‘Okay, I know you said the recent ubbe imagine would be two part, but I was wondering if you could write an imagine of the wedding between Ivar and the reader?’

Characters: Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader, Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Arguments, sadness, swearing, but mostly fluff

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“Ivar, aim higher.” I giggled out.

The pair of us were at the training grounds yet again. It was the one place we could find peace from everyone else.

“That’s a little harsh to say to a cripple isn’t it?” he smirked up at me Before shooting his arrow straight into the already dead deer’s eye.

“So, has Ubbe spoken to you?”

A frown appeared on his face instead, an eyebrow quirking up.“No, why would you ask that?”

“Because of what’s happening. I mean, he’s your brother and I’m going to be your wife. We’ll be family.”

“Who cares what he thinks? You’ll be my wife and there’s nothing he can do about it.” It had all been a comforting joke at the beginning. Aslaug had either heard Ivar or come up with the idea herself; Ivar and I were to marry in the next week. It had been announced a few days after Ubbe was married. It was all very sudden but as I had said before, Ivar was special to me. If course it would be a little weird to be married to him at first but there was no doubt we could fall into some sort of love along the way. Hvitserk had been the only brother who was happy for us; Ubbe and I had not even spoke to each other, and of course Sigurd was spiteful that his crippled brother was being married before him.

The market place was busy as we arrived back. We easily travelled through the crowds as they parted for us, or rather Ivar. It was no secret that everyone was scared of him, those who weren’t were idiots. Ivar was ruthless, he could kill without hesitation. Maybe it was because I had grown up with him that I wasn’t as terrified as those around us but I was not stupid, I knew not to anger him. It was rare for him to be angry with me though.

We entered the main hall, Ivar’s brothers sitting in their chairs as they drank mead. Their heads all turned to me, Hvitserk and Sigurd smiling at us whereas Ubbe slouched down in his seat further with his feet up on the table. As we neared them, I saw her, the slave girl….well she was no longer a slave girl.

“Come join us you two!” Hvitserk called, pouring us two cups.

Ivar dragged himself into his chair, not hesitating to pull me down into his lap before grabbing out cups. We all cheered, clinking our cups together. Ivar’s hand gripped my waist, his eyes glaring into Ubbe’s. Margrethe looked uncomfortable in her chair, knowing the problem she has caused. Luckily Ivar, Hvitserk and Sigurd broke the silence with their conversation though Ubbe and Margrethe were not getting involved. I looked over to see him already looking in my direction. Margrethe was trying to grab his attention but e seemed to be having none of it. Huh, what a lovely marriage.

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My hands shook as I stood beside Ivar on our wedding day. I was filled with mixed emotions; happiness, nerves, curiosity all resided in me. I had prayed to the gods that this marriage would work I’m out favour, that we would learn to love each other and have a happy future together. All of our friends and family stood behind us, watching as we exchanged vows and then the rings. As we both said 'I do’ I realised that we would have to kiss. I would have lied if I said we hadn’t practiced this before.

It was a relief when the celebrations came. There were heaps of food, huge crowds of people and thankfully alcohol. Ivar had me on his lap again, hands roaming a little too much. All night he had showered me in compliments, causing me to blush The entire time. This was what it was supposed to feel like when someone cared about you. The two Ragnarsson’s not married were flirting with whatever moved, their mother in deep conversation with my father. When he had heard that Ubbe had decided to marry a slave girl, he was enraged. He did not care which prince I married, he was happy that I had Ivar but he did not like the level of betrayal shown by the eldest son.

“Wife, you are tense, what is on your mind?” Ivar asked.

I laughed as I rolled my eyes.“You enjoy calling me that don’t you?”

He smiled too.“I’m not going to stop saying it.”

We laughed.“Nothing is really bothering me, it’s just….I never expected this in my future.”

“Being married to me, instead of Ubbe?”

I instantly took his face in my hands, feeling guilty for what I had implied.“Don’t you ever think I didn’t want this! Yes, we both know I had some sort of affection for Ubbe but now I realised that it was just a childish thought. We’re married now, nothing will change that.” I kissed him, trying to prove my point.

Later on Ivar let me leave him for a moment to see our guests. I had danced for an hour with my friends, the alcohol finally settling in. I could feel someone watching me, though this time it wasn’t Ivar. My instincts led me to look in the direction of the door, Ubbe leaning against it with his arms crossed. His gaze was harsh before he pushed himself of the wall and walked outside. For some reason my mind knew he wanted to talk.

“This better be quick. It is my wedding night after all.” I huffed as I met him outside. It was just the two of us. “It won’t be much of a wedding night will it? You have heard the rumours about my little brother and women?”

“Your whore of a wife started those 'rumours’, they have done nothing but hurt Ivar. Who’s to say she isn’t lying?”

He stormed up to me, our faces inches apart.“Don’t you dare call Margrethe that!”

“Well that’s what she is isn’t she? How does it feel to be married to a woman who has slept with your brothers, along with most of the men in this village?”

His breaths were getting heavier.

“And to think, if I had married you, I would have to be shared between you and Hvitserk.”

“He loves her too.”

“No, he loves her cunt, just like you do. Is there actually a point to this 'conversation’ or are you Just trying to ruin my night?”

He sighed.“I did not want to argue. My brother has not made it easy for us to make amends.”

“Neither have I.”

“I hurt you, and for that I am sorry. We are family now, I want us united again. My brothers and I will go raiding together and I cannot risk us losing our battles. Also, I want to be a proper family, including you.”

“Yes you did hurt me. I loved to Ubbe, you crushed me. The way you spoke to me after was horrible, it was as if I was your worst enemy! You have to understand I’m not going to forgive you quickly. It’s going to take time and Ivar will be the same.”

He just nodded. I took that as my cue to leave. That wasn’t the best conversation to have with him and it could have ended a lot better. But I needed to say all of that, I wanted him to feel hurt. Before entering the hall again, I made sure that a smile was on my face, acting like nothing happened. I headed straight towards Ivar, his eyes trained on me the whole time. I smirked as I sat on his lap, taking his mead from him and gulping down the rest of it.

“Is everything ok, wife?”

“It will be, husband.”

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I Am Not Small-Halfdan x Reader One Shot

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Summary: Whilst raising alongside his brother, Halfdan finds a small house on the edge of the pillaged village. What he finds inside is very unexpected.

Characters: Halfdan x Reader, Herald Finehair x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence

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We heard them before we saw them. The loud roars of men out for blood, banging their weapons together to cause fear. My village was unprepared. These vikings were ruthless, cutting down everything in their path just as they were raised to do. My home was away from everyone, but I had as little time as they did. Before I could run away, shadows were making their way towards me.

I swore under my breath, trying to work out a plan. If I ran now they would spot me and kill me; on the other hand, if I stayed here they would spot me and kill me. It wasn’t like I didn’t know how to fight, I was actually very good. However, from the looks of these men, they were skilled too. Groaning, I gathered my bag with my essentials, grabbed a bow and my sword before sneaking out. They hadn’t noticed me yet. It was all going well until an arrow flew past ever so close to me.

Taking my own bow in hand, I whipped around to face whoever was there, seeing two men running towards me. I easily shot them down, continuing to run away. I didn’t look back. Nothing could be heard from them, though that didn’t mean I was safe. There were stories from other villages about the pillagers, they never stayed, just took anything valuable and killed some people. My thoughts went to my people. How many were left? Had they taken any as slaves?

Taking a deep breath, I slowed down to a halt, wondering how far I should go. I wasn’t sure how many there were out there. They may be in the next village too. Making a hard decision, I decided to stay put and wait, see if they left and if they didn’t….I would face That problem when it came. Suddenly I felt a sword poke my back. How had I not heard anyone sneak up on me?!

“What’s a small thing like you doing with those weapons and all alone?” a voice spoke from behind me.

I tried to stay as still as I could, still panting from running.“I am not small.”

He chuckled, putting more pressure with the sword into my back.“Do not fool yourself woman. I do not want to kill you. You will come back with me, be my slave.”

I started to debate this. Go with this man and perhaps stay alive or risk fighting him, either killing him or ending up dead.

“Why are you not moving?” he asked, lowering the sword and walking around me.

I looked up at him, finally getting a glimpse at what my attack looked like. Half of his hair was covering a side of his face that was covered in a tattoo and a long beard. His clothes were too fine for him to be a normal warrior, he had to be of a high ranking. His sword then pointed to my neck.

“Nothing to say?” he smirked.

I didn’t answer. Instead whipping out my sword, I pushed his away, catching him off guard. He was quick to block my attacks, I was right about them being good fighters. We fought for a few minutes before he overpowered me, shoving me to the ground and disarming me. I was quick to take off my now from my body, grabbing an arrow and firing. I shot his thigh, a loud cry coming from him, giving me just enough time to get back onto my feet. But this man was not weak. He ripped out the arrow easily, charging at me. Again he had the upper hand, grabbing into my bow and fighting over it. I managed to kick his now injured thigh, making him kneel down and let go of the now. Whacking him over the head with it, another now was about to enter his brain when a man shouted for me to stop.

I didn’t look away from my target, keeping the now in place and a foot on the man. He was not getting away from me any time soon.

“Stop! Do not harm my brother!” his deep voice demanded.

I was able to look up briefly at the man speaking. He too was in fine clothing, his long black hair in a braid along with a tattoo and beard just like his brother. Four other men stood behind him. There was no way I could take these guys on.

“Let me go and I won’t hurt him, any of you. I’ll leave and not say a word of this.” I yelled out sternly.

The brother smiled.“I’m afraid I cannot do that.”

I pulled the bow back further.“Why not?”

“Because I want you to come back with us.” the men looked confused.

“And why would I do that? I am not going to be your slave.”

“You would not be a slave, rather, a shieldmaiden.”

I was surprised by his words.“I repeat my words, why would I do that? And how could you secure such a place?”

He and his men chuckled, included the man who attacked me.“You must not know who I am.”

“No I do not, now start giving me proper answers before I put an arrow through your brothers skull!”

He stood a little taller.“I am King Harald Finehair.”

My eyes widened as I realised who I was threatening.

“Because I am king, I can ensure that you will be safe with us, and make you one of our shieldmaidens. As for why you should come with us, well, you haven’t got a choice. Either come with us, or we kill you.”

This wasn’t up for debate. Although these people had destroyed my home, I couldn’t give up my life. With a sad heart, I backed off the king’s brother, scoffing as he held out his hand, expecting me to help. Reluctantly I helped him to his feet, not liking the words he next said to me.

“I hope to not lose you on our journey back home, small one.”

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You Look At Me Differently-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader Part 1

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Summary: (Y/N) is a princess who saw her kingdom be destroyed at a very young age. Her father decided that she would be safe growing up with their allies in Kattegat alongside the young princes. Now much older, they face the responsibilities of adulthood, including marriage.

Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, Ragnarsson’s x Reader (platonic), Aslaug Sigurdsdottir x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Swearing

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“Ivar, just ignore your brother.” I scolded for the millionth time that day.

As usual Sigurd and Ivar were at each other’s throats, not literally this time, and it was I who always had to calm them down.

“Yes Ivar, listen to (Y/N). You always do what she says.” Sigurd teased.

“You as well Sigurd! Both of you just shut up and get on with your training.”

They stared each other down before going their separate ways; Ivar practicing his axe throwing as Sigurd battled with his other brother Hvitserk. Sighing, I picked up my recently forgotten bow, wanting to return to my own training.

“You’ve always been able to settle their arguments. You’ll have to teach me your ways.” I heard Ubbe say, turning to face him.

I had grown up very closely to these boys. My kingdom was attacked, almost destroyed when I was very young, my father deciding that it would be in my best interests to grow up somewhere that was not in ruins. Our neighbouring village was Kattegat, a very strong, noble and popular place. We were good friends with them so it was no surprise that they took me in. Father attended to his own kingdom, trying to fix all of the problems whilst I led a happy life here. He would come visit me whenever he could, never forgetting me. Aslaug became the mother I never had, treating me as her own though always reminding me that the boys were never my brothers, a strange thing to keep in enforcing, even to this day.

“Must be the charm of a woman.” I giggled as I approached him.

“Must be.” he smirked, pulling on the string of his bow.

I watched as he released the arrow, flying straight into the dead deer’s eye. Ubbe and I had always been close, perhaps because we were near each other in age and were more responsible overthis brothers. I was glad that I didn’t have to look at him as a brother; all of the boys had grown to be handsome men but Ubbe was special to me. Although I missed my home I could never imagine myself living anywhere else besides Kattegat.

“Did you hear what mother said this morning?” Hvitserk asked as he and Sigurd took a break from training.

Everyone shook their heads.

“She wants us all at dinner tonight, says that she has an important announcement.”

“Do you know what it is?” Ivar questioned, casually twirling the ace in his hand.

“If it was so important she could have told us earlier.” Ubbe suddenly snapped.

I was surprised by his tone of voice.“What’s wrong with you?”

Sigurd chuckled.“He’s got a scheduled fucking with his woman tonight.”

“Sneaking off again Ubbe?” Hvitserk smirked.

“Woman? What woman?” I was confused.

“This woman we are talking about has a name, Magrethe.” Ubbe pointed out.

“She is a slave girl, it does not matter if she has a name or not.” Ivar sneered.

“Well then perhaps I should free her.” Ubbe mocked, preparing his bow again.

Hvitserk sighed comicly.“Well I am sorry brother, Magrethe will have to wait another day.”

The conversation ended there. Jealousy started to encircle my mind. I always knew nothing would happen between us, even though we were taught to never think of each other as blood related, he probably saw me as a sister. The way he spoke about her, his tone of voice, it seemed as if he cared, she wasn’t just a woman he was sleeping with.

I tried to not talk in spite.“You never told me about her.”

Ubbe furrowed his eyebrows.“And why would I tell you?”

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Dinner arrived sooner than expected. I had left training early, claiming that I wanted to start preparing for that night. I had sat in a bath tub for over an hour, letting my fingers wrinkle as I thought about Ubbe fucking a slave girl. He had suggested freeing her, was he serious? He wasn’t in love with her was he? I had never seen this girl before but I bet that she was beautiful and charming. I may have been a princess but that didn’t matter to Ubbe.

After bathing for longer than needs be, my servant helped me to dress and braided my hair. She commented on how quiet I was, not my usual talkative self, though I made up the excuse that I was tired from the training. She didn’t question me further.

Surprisingly I was the second one to arrive to the table. Hvitserk was usually following behind his mother, he loved food too much. Aslaug greeted my with a hug along with a kiss to the cheek, nothing out of the ordinary. We dabbled in small talk, waiting for the others. She seemed overly cheery and I wondered if this has anything to do with this announcement. I remember when Ragnar was here, she was happier than now. Once he abandoned her and his sons, she fell into a depressive state until I came along; maybe I was the change she needed, something to focus on.

Ivar was next to join, Hvitserk and Sigurd a few minutes after. Ubbe was no where to be found and I feared that he was with that slave girl. It must have only been ten or so minutes later that he came, looking flustered with some of his clothing not on properly. It wasn’t hard to guess where he had previously been.

Although everyone was anxious to know what Aslaug has to say, no one questioned her. She was waiting till the end of our dinner, acting normal throughout. We all tried to forget, thinking it was a regular meal. Ubbe was unusually quiet, not participating in any conversation. I saw the way his hair was touseled, some recent love marks peeking out from under his collar. It broke my heart a little. It was when the servants took away our last plates did Aslaug speak up.

“I wanted us all together tonight as I have something very important to say.” she started, grabbing everyone’s attention.“You are all coming to the age where you should either already be married or start to think about it. And sometimes, marriage is not just about binding two hearts together but two kingdoms.”

Where was she going with this?

She was smiling ear to ear.“Which is why (Y/N)’s father and I have decided that she and Ubbe will be married.”

There was complete silence at the table. No one was drinking, moving and it was as if no one was breathing. I didn’t dare look at Ubbe, there was no telling how he would react. My mouth was agape, unsure of how to react. Yes, I thought that I was falling for Ubbe but this was a whole other thing; this was marriage!

“No.” was all I heard from him.

“No? Ubbe you cannot disagree, it is arranged.” his mother argued.

His words were stern.“I will not marry (Y/N), I am in love with someone else.”

That hurt.

“You do not have to love her. Marriage isn’t all about that.” she shrugged.

That hurt too.

“Do neither of us have a say? Are we not allowed to speak for ourselves?”

“Not in this desicion.”

Ubbe leapt to his feet causing the chair to fly back. He stormed out of the room, throwing his cup angrily at the wall. I flinched at this, still in shock. No words were spoken for a couple of minutes until I excused myself. This was too much. It was no surprise to me that Ubbe was in love with another, but hearing those words made it seem all too real. As I picked up my skirts to run away from all this, I spotted two figures embracing in an alleyway. It was obvious who they were, Ubbe and that slave girl, trying to work out what they were going to do. I had been staring for too long as they both noticed me.

She was beautiful. She had long, platinum blonde hair, her face was small and dainty with soft features with a slim figure. If she was dressed in finer clothes you wouldn’t have guessed she was a slave. I couldn’t bare to look any longer, rushing away from them.

It had been hours since Aslaug told us of the engagement. I had fled to the cabin owned by the prince’s just outside of Kattegat, wanting to be away from everyone. My heart had ached and my eyes were aching from the floods of tears spilling out. He didn’t want me, I couldn’t have him. He would rather run away with a slave girl. As I tried to take control over my emotions, the door rattled open, causing me to jump from my seat in front of the fire.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Ubbe stated as he walked in.

I ignored him, sitting back down. I had lost the blanket previously wrapped around me after being startled but before I could pick it up again, Ubbe beat me to it. It was like he had stung me, I tried to not flinch. He sat beside me, pulling his furs closer.

“You did not need to be so harsh with your words.” I mumbled.

“I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. But I had to say them.” he answered, not looking at me.

I scoffed, but caring about manners anymore.“She’s a slave girl that has probably slept with most of the men here. Why do you want her?”

Ubbe whipped his head around to face me.“That is not true! Do not speak of her in that way.”

“I will speak however I want, it’s not like I’ll have a husband anytime soon to keep me in my place.”

Ubbe kept his eyes on me for a moment before looking back at the fire. Reaching over to the table, I took the jug of ale, pouring myself a large cup; I chugged it back, knowing that the memories would come back when dawn broke but for now they could disappear.

“Don’t do that. Please don’t resort to that.” Ubbe quietly begged.

“I want you to leave.” I demanded as I stood.

“This is my cabin. You leave.”

“I am not going back. Not yet, I’ll be humiliated.”

“Is that all you care about? Don’t you want to find someone you love to settle with?”

What an ironic question. How was I supposed to answer that? Ubbe would never accept the proposal, he would either find a way around it or end up running away with the girl. Wait, this was Ubbe, son of Ragnar, he couldn’t leave, he wouldn’t. But there was no doubt that he wouldn’t look at me the way I wanted him to.

“You don’t understand. You’re a man, you won’t have the pitiful stares thrown at you as you walk the streets.”

“People will understand-”

I raised my voice.“Exactly! They’ll see how a slave girl overthrew a princess and think that I am not fit to receive love from someone who has the same ranking as me.”

“I cannot change how I feel.”

“Neither can I Ubbe!” I collapsed onto the bed.“Neither can I.”

“(Y/N), you do not mean…”

I turned on my side so I wouldn’t have to look at him.“Yes Ubbe, I care about you. And not as a sister or a friend, much more than that. I was was stupid to believe that we could be anything.” I was expecting him to say something, something along the lines of a rejection. Instead I was met with the sound of the door slamming shut again. Ubbe had left, Ubbe was leaving me.

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You Look At Me Differently-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader Part 2

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Summary: After finding out that they are engaged to each other, best friends (Y/N) and Ubbe find that this has put a massive strain on their relationship. Ubbe is adamant that he wants to marry Margrethe instead but he cannot have his way.

Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, Ragnarssons x Reader (platonic), Aslaug Sigurdsdottir x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Some swearing, arguing

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Dawn was breaking as I entered Kattegat. Light spread across the village, casting away the shadows of the night; if only it could cast away my pain. It was still cold, I hugged the shawl tighter around me. After Ubbe had left in the night, I had cried myself to sleep, my dress and the position I was laying in making it a very uncomfortable night. Thankfully no one was out yet, I was trying to make my way to my room without anyone seeing me.

“Sneaking back in? And where were you last night?” I heard Ivar’s voice coming from the blacksmith’s stall. He was sharpening his axe.

I ignored him, something I usually didn’t do. Although Ubbe and I were probably the closest of the group, Ivar had a soft spot in my heart. His brothers constantly teased him about being a cripple, something he couldn’t help. Even though I could not speak about everything with him, we were still good friends.

I heard is body crawl towards me.“You are ignoring me. What is wrong?”

“It is none of your concern.”

“This is about your engagement, isn’t it? I thought you would be happy.”

“That’s the problem, I’m the only one who is glad about it.”

“Do not be jealous or worry about Margrethe, she is just a slave girl, a casual fuck. Ubbe will forget about her.”

“I thought he would but he proved me wrong last night. I honestly don’t know what to do.”

“He has to do this, mother said so.”

“She may be in charge of Kattegat but she does not control his heart! I may as well runaway to avoid the embarrassment.”

He grabbed the end of my skirts, stopping me due to his upper body strength. Ivar’s face looked very angry.“Listen to me, Ubbe is an idiot! He does not understand that this isn’t just about him or you, it’s about uniting two kingdoms so that we may defeat any enemies that come our way.” His grip loosened, a smirk now on his face.“Besides, if he still refuses, you can just marry me.”

I tried not to but I gave into my laughter. He never showed kindness around others, only to me and his mother. We heard some people coming out of their houses, getting ready for the day ahead.

“Go, you look like you need to rest.” he suggested before going back to the blacksmith’s.

It was rare that Ivar was so sympathetic. As he left me by myself, I scurried towards my room, avoiding people and their confused gazes. They would never usually see the princess out at this time. Finally reaching home, a genuine smile started to stretch on my face until I heard his voice.

“(Y/N), I thought you weren’t returning so soon?” he nonchalantly said, crossing his arms and leaning against my door.

“Please Ubbe, let me pass.” I begged, about to cry by just seeing him.

He shrugged, standing up straight. My hand had only just turned the door handle when he harshly whispered in my ear.

“Just know that I will find a way around this.”

I was in shock as he walked away. Ubbe had never acted like this. If course he had expressed his dissatisfaction but this was just cruel now, he knew it was hurting me. Escaping to my room at long last, I threw myself on the bed, curling up and clutching the pillow as some sort of comfort. This was too much. I was going to try and be strong but I didn’t think I could anymore. How was I supposed to marry him if he was to act like this?

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A few days passed after that, Ubbe had not said anything about the marriage. Everyone was surprised by this, there was no more talk of not going through with this. I had not talked to anyone, or at least talked a lot ever since the announcement. Aslaug knew of my discomfort with it all but wouldn’t call it off. My father was to arriveI next week for the ceremony, a big event I was very scared about.

Ubbe’s brothers were trying to help me through all this. They saw how their oldest sibling was acting and were as confused as I was. I had decided to escape from the wedding planning, walking down to the small river within the woods to get some peace. Sitting beside it and spreading my skirts around me, I took a deep breath. Wedding planning was stressful in itself, having to do it all with someone who now despised you was even harder. The soothing sounds of the running water along with the occasional noise from animals inhabiting the area calmed me down. My eyes remained closed for a while until I heard someone approaching; subtly reaching into my boot, I pulled out a knife, preparing myself from an attack. It was too noisy to be an animal, it had to be human. I heard it behind me, I whipped around, slitting a knee and making the person fall to the floor. They let out a cry of pain before I knew who they were.

“Ubbe! Ubbe, I’m so sorry.” I panicked as I saw him clutching one of his knees, though I had not cause major damage.

“It’s alright, it’s just a scratch.” he hissed.

I backed away from him.“Sorry.” I sat back down in my previous spot. There was no telling what he was going to say so there was no point trying to make conversation. I waited for him to say something horrible to knock me down or go on about how gorgeous Margrethe was looking today. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sit beside me, also taking in the view.

“Such a lovely place to relax.” he commented.

I nodded.

“Do you find yourself here often?”

“Sometimes.” I mumbled.

“Please speak to me.”

“Why should I after all the things you said to me?”

“We are soon to be married.”

“Not according to you. Go fuck Magrethe’s brains out, if she even has one.”

I could see him tense at that.“I have come to a realisation.”

“No, what you’ve come to realise is that you cannot get out of this. We’re stuck in matrimony whether you like it or not.” I stood up, smoothing down my skirts.

Ubbe leapt up too, stopping me from going anywhere.“Yes we are both in this meaning we need to come to a compromise-”

I scoffed.“A compromise?! Let me guess, you want Margrethe as a mistress? Unlikely!”

“What would it matter if she was!? You heard my mother, we font have to love each other!”

“No, no, no, that’s the point I’ve been trying to make! I confessed to you not so long ago and you left….just left me to wallow in sadness at the thought of someone not loving me back.”

“Someone will love you.”

“And why can’t that be you? You don’t see it do you?” I decided to test him.“Be truthful, do you love Margrethe?”

His eyes widened, a if he had gone mad.“You already know the answer to that.”

“That’s what I thought.” I stated before barging past him

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Here I was again, training with the princes. As always they were bickering over something stupid, acting like children. Why was I here?

Because there was no more need for wedding planning.

Pulling my bow back, I let go of it, watching the arrow drive into the centre of the target. There were four other arrows surrounding it, I hadn’t missed yet. This should have made me happy, I was getting better. Before I could even look away, Hvitserk and Sigurd’s voices got louder, trying to outboast each other because each thought they were the best warrior. I had had enough.

“SHUT UP THE PAIR OF YOU!” I screamed, throwing my bow harshly to the floor.

They were both startled by my sudden tantrum, I had been so quiet over the past week. Ivar also froze, looking between us all.

“Day in and day out it’s just arguments between all of you. You’re the sons of Ragnar, you should be united and strong, not acting like children fighting over a toy!” my voice was still loud though not like before.

They hated to be told off, especially from me. They found it humiliating, especially when it was in public. But I could see Sigurd’s anger rise too.

“Just because the wedding was called off doesn’t mean you have to take out your anger on us.” he knew that it would cut deep.

Before I could say anything back or storm away, an axe flew straight past Sigurd, missing his nose by a few inches, hitting the tree beside him. Even more furious, Sigurd looked to his baby brother who was dragging himself to us. Hvitserk knew to stay out of this, slightly backing away.

Ivar sat next to my feet.“How dare you say such things to (Y/N). You, Sigurd, even said last night that our older brother was an idiot. He has thrown away a perfect wife and a chance to unite two kingdoms. He cannot think straight with that slave girl waving her tits in his face.”

Sigurd lowered his head.

“It is our brother who is in the wrong, not her. Apologise.”

I could see he was slightly enjoying this a bit too much but I wasn’t going to stop him.

“I am sorry (Y/N), truly. Our brother should be marrying you.”

I sighed.“It’s alright.”

They went back to fighting each other, wanting to get away from the awkward silence left afterwards. I smiled down at Ivar.

“Thanks again. You always know how to make me happy.”

He looked up with a smirk soon with a twinkle in his eyes.“Anything for you. Looks like you’ll be marrying me after all.”

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The Funny Foreigners-Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader One Shot

(A/N: WOOHOO! ANOTHER REQUEST! I’m so glad you guys are asking for stuff, I love hearing other people’s ideas. Keep them coming! 🙆)

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Summary: This was requested by anonymous: ‘Can you do a Ragnar request plz where ur a princess in England and he comes over with his army to England (rolla, flokia). He meets the king cause they’re making an alliance, then him and his army meet the princess. He takes a liking to her because she’s cheeky, likes riding her horse and sneaking off into the woods, and goes into the woods in secret to practice her shooting with her bow. Then the king and Ragnar make a deal that she has to marry him and she finds out when it’s announced at the feast.’ I hope you enjoy it!

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/LN)= Your last name (Y/F/N)= Your father’s name

Characters: Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff. Also this is a big long.

Another A/N: I’m going to use quotation marks instead of speech marks when the characters are supposed to be speaking Old Norse.

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I sat at the window in one of the towers of my family castle, looking out across the land. A huge army was heading our way though not to battle. Vikings were here in England now, raiding and claiming land. When I first heard of this, I was petrified; they were known for their victories in battles. But my family were lucky, we had a history with the pagans, a good one too. Hopefully that would be useful.

My great-grandfather befriended one of the vikings rulers, making an alliance. Since then we had relied on that to keep us safe from them but there seemed to be a problem now. I prayed everyday that my father would fix this.

The vikings were going to take the whole day to get here. Why waste the day watching them? Jumping from the window ledge, I made my way out of the castle and sneaked towards the stables. Along the way I watched my people, all of them looking nervous at the thought of Vikings coming to negotiate; we had forewarned them so that no fighting would commence. As I entered the stables, my horse made a noise of greeting, nudging my body with his head.

“Shh, father doesn’t know I’m here, as usual.” I whispered, starting to saddle him up. Under his blanket was my bow and some arrows, hidden from the rest of the world.

I had gotten so used to this now. Father didn’t mind if I went out riding, as long as I had a chaperone. But that was so boring, how was I supposed to gallop through the forests and explore new parts with someone on my tail? Due to doing this most of the time, I knew how to get to the forest without anyone spotting me and once again I had achieved this. My horse was very strong, he was faster than all the others causing the wind to increase and make me feel like I was flying.

We stopped as I got deeper in, the training space our guards used coming into view. Smiling to myself, I hopped off, tied him up before cheerfully walking to the targets. From a young age I had always been interested in fighting though no one would show me. However whenever my uncle visited, he would sneak with me into the woods, going behind my father’s back to train me; we could only cover archery though. Over the years I had improved immensely but no one would see that.

Just as I shot the first arrow near the bullseye, I heard crowds of people and horses. That must be the vikings. They travelled fast. Running towards the noise, I wanted to see if I could see them. Looking out, I could just about spot them coming over the hills. My heart started to beat faster with excitement. Although my father would not let me learn how to fight or go anywhere by myself, he taught me about the pagans, they were just fascinating.

Throughout training, I kept on checking the progress of the vikings and how close they were. When I decided that they were almost here, I made my way back, smiling the whole time. It turned out I underestimated the pagans as they were already there when I got back. Quickly climbing off my horse, I gave him to one of the stable boys before rushing to the front castle steps. Father, his courtiers, guards and the vikings were all there, everyone watching as I ran to them.

“Sorry, sorry, I did not mean to be late.” I could feel the blush form on my face.

“As I was saying, my daughter would not dare to direspect our guests by turning up late.” my father stated, pulling a was out of my hair.

The group of vikings chuckled, diverting my attention to them, or rather, one of them. He stood in front of the group, clearly the leader. His blue eyes were what captured me, he had a strong physique about him too; I loved his hair as well, quite a few of these men were gorgeous.

'Forgive me, I did not mean to disrespect you.’ I spoke their native tongue.

The leader seemed surprised, speaking English.“You speak very good Norse.” His accent was thick.

I smiled.'And so is your English.’ This was only a very small portion of the vikings. Some were guarding the boats, Some were camping outside our walls and this small group was here to negotiate. I learnt that the leader was the great Ragnar Lothbrok I had heard so much about. The rumours were true; he was strong, smart, witty and handsome. My father had announced that there would be a feast tomorrow to honour our guests as well as whatever agreement we came to. Unfortunately I did not speak to any of the vikings again, but Ragnar was in my dreams that night.

The next morning we had guests at breakfast. Ragnar, his brother Rollo, friend Floki and some of his other advisors. I sat next to my father, across from Ragnar, a nice compliment to my breakfast.

Ragnar was the first to speak.“I thank you for your kindess and for letting us stay. We are glad that you want to create an alliance.”

“Of course Ragnar, it is an honour to have you here. We shall discuss this later though, when my daughter is no longer present.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to not scoff. Ragnar spotted this.

“Why can’t your daughter be here? Does she not get a say?”

“She is a woman, they don’t have a say in most things.”

“Well, from where we’re from, women are very, very important. They’re are many shieldmaidens, probably better than most of your men.”

I smiled, looking at him from under my lashes. He smirked back, winking as well.

After breakfast, I was told that I had to attend some lessons, which I would obviously not. As I walked through the corridors, I could hear someone following me. Before I could see who it was, Ragnar turned me around, still smirking like earlier.

“Princess.” He greeted.

'King.’ I said back.

“I do not have a lot of time left in your kingdom. Please, would you show me around your home?”

I really wanted to, ever so, but I knew what others would say.“I do not think that is wise.”

“Why not?” His smirk never faltered.

I did the same, beginning to walk away.“Because it is frowned upon for a man to be left alone with a woman, especially a funny foreigner.”

He caught up to me.“Funny foreigner? So you treat all your guests this way princess?”

“No, only the ones in interested in.”

Of course I showed him around. It would be out of my nature to obey my father’s orders. Ragnar did not seem phased by the looks we were given or the fact he was risking breaking an alliance. It felt risky, and I liked it, it gave me a sense of excitement I hadn’t felt before. All men I had come across before were so boring, always playing by the rules or scared stiff of my father. But not Ragnar.

“And this is where the men train.” we had somehow ended up walking all the way into the forest where I had been earlier. Being with him, it felt as if time didn’t exist.

“Have you ever been here? Trained I mean.” he asked as he inspected the equipment.

For some reason, it felt as if I could trust him.“Only in secret. My uncle trained me in archery for a while but he left. I’m still not very good.”

Ragnar looked at the target where my arrow still was then back to me. Pursing his lips, he gestured for me to go to him. My feet moved before my mind could decide. His hands went to my waist and I slightly gasped at this close contact.

He stood behind me, hands still.“Shh, I’m helping you.” he whispered, shivers going down my spine.

He began to position me the way you would stood whilst shooting. I could feel his body so close to mine, yet at the same time it wasn’t close enough. After he felt that I was in the correct stance, he snaked his arms around mine.

“W-what are you doing?” I stuttered almost silently.

“I’m helping you to shoot better.”

“But there’s no bow…or arrow.”

“We don’t need one.” I loved the feeling of his hands grasping onto mine, mimicing the feeling of aiming. Our heads were touching as we looked at the target.

“Now, fire.” he instructed.

I listened, releasing my breath I had been holding as I did so. God, what was this man doing to me?! After that flustering moment, we carried on walking together. He acted as if nothing had happened but I think I was the quietest I had ever been in my whole life. Ragnar knew he had got me, I bet he was like this with women all the time; I didn’t mind it though.

The feast was finally upon us. As my handmaidens helped me get ready, I decided to wear my most beautiful (somewhat revealing) dress, wanting Ragnar to be amazed when he gazed his eyes on me. This man was amazing. I had barely talked to him and he already had me wrapped around his finger. Now I wanted to do the same to him.

The sound of music but me as I entered the hall as well as the smell of mead and food, and the heat from the mass of people. Out of everyone in that room, my eyes still landed on Ragnar first. It seemed that he had done the same as he made his way over.

“Princess,” he licked his lips as his eyes looked me up and down,“you look ravishing.”

I grabbed some mead, looking elsewhere.'King, might I say you look…less barbaric tonight.’

He chuckled.“Thank you. But I think we both know that you like that about me.”

“Do I? I’m sure there’s a few more things I like.” The flirting was interrupted by my father standing from his throne, holding his hand out for the music to be stopped. Everyone turned to face him, wondering what he would say.

“Friends, family, I thank you for attending this feast. Our friends from across the sea have come to our country, and although they may be enemies of some, they aren’t to us.” he raised his cup to Ragnar who did the same.“My family has been close friends with their people for many years but now I feel that the alliance has to be made stronger. We respect these people, we want to remain close allies. Which is why I have come up for a way that the bond can never be broken.”

“And what would that be my King?” Ragnar asked impatient as he drank more mead.

“For you and my daughter to marry.”

Surprisingly there was an eruption of cheers and applause from my people and the vikings. I was shocked by all this. Me, the princess was going to marry a viking, not some good moraled, boring Christian man! This was such good news, I could have a new, exciting life. Looking up at Ragnar, he was already smiling.

He leaned in close.“Looks like you’ll have to learn a little more than archery, my princess.”

'Then you’ll have to teach me, my King.’

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A Strange Bond-Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader One Shot

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(A/N: This was requested by @aidenwinchester67, I was so happy to get this, I hope it’s what you wanted! If anyone else wants to request something feel free to.)

Summary: ‘Okay. I saw your ubbe thing and I loved it. Angst is my favorite. So. I was wondering if you could write a Ragnar/reader fic where the reader is promised to one of his children (namely Bjorn since he is the oldest) but she’s in love with Ragnar? There aren’t enough ragnar reader fiction.’

Characters: Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader, Bjorn Lothbrok x Reader (acquaintances)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Only if you count cheating as one

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“We are risking this Lothbrok.” I giggled.

“I am king here, you do not need to worry.” He smirked back before capturing me in a kiss yet again.

We were stood by the edge of the forest having escaped the watchful eyes of our peers. This was wrong. We weren’t meant to be together, we were hiding all of this. I was betrothed to his son, Bjorn, we were supposed to unite our kingdoms. However soon as I set eyes on king Ragnar I knew that it could not happen.

I had heard many stories about him and his great triumphs. All knew the name of Lothbrok, how he built himself from a young, boy farmer to a ruler. He had achieved great things, was smart, had wit, wisdom….the list was endless. How be was not married by now was a mystery to me.

Yes there was a bit of an age gap between us, hence why I was supposed to be marrying Bjorn. I did feel bad on his part, Bjorn had agreed to this without any arguments whereas I…well let’s just say I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind to my parents.

“Ragnar,” I caught his attention as I pulled away,“what are we going to do?”

He leaned against the large tree behind him, tightening his embrace around me. We were holding each other whilst laying on the ground. His hand rain through my hair, my braids long gone now.

“I already promised your father that you would marry my son. It may look bad if I take my son’s bride away from him, like I cannot keep my promises; what kind of king would I be?”

I sighed.“Why couldn’t it be you?”

We sneaked back into Kattegat not long after that. No one had noticed our absence. It was always hard to part from each other. We would see each other at meals, wedding planning and general passing by. It wasn’t enough for me. It was like I was addicted; not to his power, not to his name, not to his money, just Ragnar.

“You are quiet again, (Y/N).” Bjorn commented as we sat together in the Great Hall.

“Sorry. Just thinking.”

“Thinking about my father?” he said it so casually.

I stuttered, shocked that he had a feeling I was betraying him.“I-I….what are you talking about, Bjorn?”

“You do not need to lie to me. I know that you two have grown close.”

There was no point in lying anymore.“I’m sorry, Bjorn. It was not my intention to fall in love with your father.”

He smiled at me.“I am not angry with you for I too am in love with someone else.”

I sighed in relief.“That is good. What is she like?”

I could see him start to blush slightly, making me giggle.

“She is a beautiful, strong shieldmaiden. Her name is Thorunn, and I don’t think I have ever felt this way before.”

“It must be love. I hope she makes you happy.”

“And I hope my father makes you happy. Though it shall be a bit strange.”

I laughed.“I guess it will. Do not worry, you don’t have to call me mother.”

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Night had fallen, Ragnar and I were together once again. We were hiding in a cabin just outside of Kattegat, naked under the furs as we held each other. I wrapped myself around him tightly as did he with me. Both of us were silent, still trying to catch our breath from the previous activity.

“I spoke with Bjorn.” I suddenly said.

Ragnar kissed my temple.“About what?”

“About us.”

He sat up slightly.“What? You told him?!”

“Shh, relax,” I kissed his lips,“he already knew. Your son is smart.”

Ragnar hovered over me.“And? What did he day?”

My hand stroked his cheek tenderly.“He is happy for us. It seemed that he was having his own love affair.”

Ragnar’s worried face burst into a smile. He showered me with kisses, tickling me with his beard. He held onto me so tight I thought I would stop breathing. As he pulled away, he turned serious.

“This means I can marry you. No longer will I have to hide my love for you. Everyone will know it, they’ll strive to have a marriage such as ours. We will be married as soon as possible. You will be my queen, rule by my side, give birth to our children who we shall love dearly. The gods will smile down on us too, and when we grow old and die we shall enter the Valhalla happy.”

Tears were forming in my eyes. He was too much. I pulled his face down on mine harshly, kissing him deeply.

“I love you Ragnar Lothbrok. If you are to live up to your words then you have provided me with the most worthiest life anyone could have asked for.”