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Title: The Alliance

Summary: Princess (Y/N)'s hunt has finally come, and Ivar has more than a country to explore.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

A/N: I know I haven't been uploading and I'm sorry, I've been working and this story in particular requires a LOT of research (like literally so much). That said please enjoy this chapter, remember if its bold that means it is spoken in the foreign language. This chapter does include a hunting scene so trigger warning if it applies.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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The celebration of Princess (Y/N)’s homecoming was indeed an event that would be talked about in Tunisia for months, and the Norse travelers would never forget it. The beach, the dancing, the music, the food that was served was all breathtaking and bordering comfortably on the edge of overwhelming.

It was only when the feast was entirely eaten and the performers were physically unable to continue that everyone agreed to retreat to their own homes to rest.

Ivar found himself on the back of his father, he couldn’t fathom hauling his weight on his crutches after he had exhausted all his energy during the festivities. However; it seemed Ragnar had reserved just enough energy to help his youngest son to the palace.

He even carried Ivar’s crutches in his arms as Ivar clung to his back, and Ivar saw how his father’s grip on them left his knuckles pale white.

‘You do not like my crutches.’ he said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of them as they lagged behind the royal party on the way back to the castle.

‘I do not like them.’ Ragnar confessed casually.

‘Why?’

‘You do not need them, Ivar; you move slower with them. I can tell it exhausts you and you break more bones by standing upright.’

‘I haven’t bro-’

‘You have.’ Ragnar interrupted the lie, his voice suddenly stern.

‘I am not your mother, I don’t need to see and hear you crying to know when you have pushed your body too far for its limitations. Every time I tried to hold you for the first year of your life I broke a bone in my rough handling.’

At his father’s confession Ivar was left speechless; how many times had his mother drunkenly rambled that as a babe Ivar cried whenever Ragnar picked him up? Of course Ivar had not known why he did this, he was too young, all he knew was his mother was telling the truth about it. Aslaug’s drunken complaining made up a large amount of Ivar’s childhood and sometimes her drunkenness made her dramatize the events but this was one of the few that never changed; Ragnar never spoke of it in front of him.

Not once in all his life.

‘Even the night I left you in the woods, it was your right ankle, it cracked as I tried to swaddle you. I hadn’t intended to leave you that night, I was just trying to hold you and I couldn’t do even that without hurting you.’ Ragnar continued.

‘You must not be used to the palm wine these Tunisians serve, mead has never made you drunk enough to tell me this before.’ Ivar tried weakly to joke.

He hadn’t been prepared to hear this, he had long ago come to accept that he would die without ever having had this conversation with his father.

‘I must not be.’ his father let out a humorless breath of laughter.

‘How do you know when I break a bone? Is it the blue in my eyes?’ Ivar asked.

‘No, son; it is not your eyes, it’s your nose.’

‘My nose?’

‘It scrunches up in a wince whenever a bone breaks, even as a baby before the cries could fall from your lips your nose would give you away. I also know because whenever I see you break a bone I feel it.’ his father confessed.

‘I feel the same sickness rise up in my throat, the same guilt. My guiltiness led me to abandon you, my guilt kept me from loving you. Guilt over how you were born, guilt that my impatience and disregard to your mother’s warning cost you your health.’

Ivar did not need any elaborations on what his father was referencing.

“His mother said he would be a monster.”

“Not even ten and already a killer.”

“There is something not human in him, I just know it.”

“She wasn’t even pregnant yet and she knew he’d be vile and twisted.”

“He even slithers around like the great serpent, he will bring Ragnarok to us all!”

Phrases like these were whispered around him all his life; his mother’s prophecy that if Ragnar had her too soon she would birth him a monster.

‘I do not blame you, or mother, I am not angry with you father. I never have been… I never could be. I-’ Ivar felt like he was physically choking on the words he was trying to say.

It was the first time he’d ever said them out loud before.

‘I love you Father, even if you broke my bones holding me I never wanted you to put me down.’ he said pressing his face into his father’s shoulder, and let Ragnar feel the tears soak into the fabric of his tunic.

‘You do not have to blame me, I will even allow you to be foolish enough to forgive me, but son, I will never forgive myself for the way I treated you. You and your brothers are one of the very few things that keep me in Midgard, and I do not deserve the love and respect you all show me. I have wronged you all, in unforgivable ways.’

‘I have never heard you admit to being wrong.’ Ivar said around the lump that had formed in his throat as he at last got a hold of his emotions.

‘Do not get used to it, it will never happen again and I will deny it if you tell any other living thing.’ his father said, his voice once again becoming lighthearted.

Their emotional conversation had ended, and he knew that neither he nor his father would ever mention it again. Not to each other or to anyone else.

Not even the Princess would hear of this, he would keep this moment selfishly to himself for the rest of his life.

A comfortable silence fell over the two men and lasted until they were finally in the palace, where Ragnar placed his son down and placed the crutches down, sending them a distasteful glance.

Ivar looked over at the others and saw that they were still raving over the festivities and their eagerness for sleep and he looked back to his father.

‘I know I do not need them, father, but I do want them. I want to stand tall among other men, I'm tired of looking up at those I know are beneath me.’ he whispered as he pulled himself up on his crutches.

‘I will not use them forever, I will improve them��and myself.’ he promised.

Ragnar sighed and placed a sudden, unexpected kiss on Ivar’s temple and whispered into his ear in confidence.

‘You will be a man to be feared one day, Ivar the Boneless. Your broken body will never be able to contain your mind and violence.’

With those last words Ragnar went back to the group and he along with Aslaug retired to their chambers.

His brothers and the Tunisians all quickly followed suit, and gave quick and polite goodbyes before going their own ways as well.

‘Let us also retire. I am absolutely exhausted.’ (Y/N) said and indeed she looked like her will alone was keeping her upright.

‘Yes, I’m sure that kind of dancing used up all your energy.’ Ivar agreed and soon they began their journey to their newly shared chamber.

‘I enjoyed dancing to your heart beat. It beats in alignment with my own.’ she remarked as they entered.

Inside they were met with their respective servants who must have brought in their things before joining the feast, as all their things were now properly in place in the chamber.

To Ivar’s surprise and delight the princess sent them both away.

Occasionally on the journey the princess would feel very affectionate and would like to undress Ivar herself; it was another thing he came to rely on while they shared space on the ship.

He would always eagerly offer to undress her in return, she would graciously accept and they would lie in each other’s arms as they slept through the night.

Tonight, however, she was more slow in removing his tunic than she usually did and he could tell by the distanced look in her eye as her hands moved that her mind was not truly in this moment.

‘I will not be at your side when you wake my love.’ she said as she discarded the clothing.

‘How long will your hunt last?’

‘As long as it takes, after the hunt is complete I will be taken to the Skinner's hut to fashion the cloak alone. Every three days a hunting party will be sent after me, if I were to forfeit, they would escort me back safely. In which case I will have failed, and we would not have the blessing of the Great and Many.’

‘Then we would not marry.’ Ivar concluded.

A pregnant silence set in over the two of them as they undressed and remained even as they lay in each other's arms.

‘Can I make a request for my cloak?’ Ivar said at last.

‘Of course.’

‘Something warm. I will want to wear it often and the weather back home is not as nice as this.’ he said with a smile.

He hoped she understood what he was saying between his words; prayed she understood that he had confidence she would succeed and they would marry.

Ivar only needed to meet her watering eyes to know she did understand him, and more than anything else she needed his confidence in her.

‘I’ve trained since the day Sven left with his party, and I am even bold enough to call myself a warrior, but I have never hunted alone.’ she confessed.

‘I had never known true combat until our Matrimonial Fight.’ Ivar returned.

He was surprised that she looked so surprised.

‘Are you trying to console me?’ the princess accused.

‘I am being truthful. Sure on occasion my brothers include me in a bit of roughhousing, or I may even initiate a scuffle but they are never actually aiming to overtake me. Our fights are never true.’ Ivar replied.

‘I knew when I fought with you there would be no holding back on your part, you fought me as an equal and you hit where it hurt.’

The princess’s accusing eyes softened before she hid her face in his chest.

‘I did apologize. ‘ she yawned sleepily.

‘Nothing to forgive, I loved it. I loved fighting you, watching how skilled you are, seeing that look in your eyes as you look for a new place to aim. And if you hunt as well as you fight I imagine I won’t be waiting a full week.’ Ivar encouraged.

Ivar whispered soft assurances and praises until he heard her soft snores, and even still he kept silently praising her, hoping that his Gods would hear his love for her and give her protection.

As he himself finally fell into slumber he even hoped the Great and Many would watch over her as well.

When Ivar woke up he had known (Y/N) wouldn’t be there, but he was still disappointed by her absence.

A small pebble was suddenly thrown into the room, noisily hitting the floor.

‘I am awake, Trya.’ Ivar sighed as he sat up to see his thrall entering the princess’s chamber holding a Tunisian shield.

‘My Prince, did you not sleep well? Should I call for the healers?’ the woman asked, the concern for his legs showing on her face.

‘My legs are no worse than I can handle, and my sleep was sound.’ he assured her as she began to dress him.

‘You have gotten used to her being there.’ Trya realized, but immediately she went red with embarrassment at her impulsive speaking.

‘I’m sorry Prince Ivar.’ she said quickly.

‘No need to apologize when you are right, if anything I should apologize in advance for my bad mood while she is away.’

‘If I may say, I think she will return sooner than you think and with a noble animal fur just for you. In the meantime there is a beautiful village to explore and such wonderful people to meet.’ Trya offered.

Ivar knew the old woman was simply trying to cheer him up, and she was even right; but he found little comfort in her words as he left the room on his crutches.

Just as he began to wonder where he should go without (Y/N) to guide him through the unfamiliar palace, one of her servants, Kya, rounded a corner and approached him.

‘Meal before.’ she mumbled in broken Norse.

‘We are in your homeland, no need to speak a foreign language for my sake.’ he said in perfect Derja.

The girl let out a sigh of relief and began speaking in her mother language.

‘It is time for first meal, I will take you to the great hall .’ she said, her tone very confident and proper in her own dialect, before leading him through the labyrinth of halls.

Ivar was led into a large room where both royal families were sitting on the floor in a circle, all of them eating some type of bread and dipping it into something steaming hot from their bowls.

‘Ivar you must try this porridge, their spices are so flavorful.’ Hvitserk said as Ivar lowered himself down as gracefully as he could.

‘I must agree, we will definitely be trading a great deal of spices in the near future.’ Ragnar agreed, his own bowl nearly empty before Ivar had even received his portion.

The flavor of the porridge was very strong and delicious, and the bread was more grainy than the bread back home.

‘It is delicious.’ Ivar complimented as he ate with a bit more vigor.

After all, he had a long journey on the ship and had drank far too much at the feast.

‘I’m sure if my future daughter in law were here she would be flattered.’ Aslaug said, surprising everyone.

‘(Y/N) made this meal?’ Ivar asked, truly questioning how his mother knew this.

His mother sat aside her now empty bowl and looked at him in earnest, as she always had. As if she hadn’t ignored him from the moment he decided to sail here.

‘I was unable to sleep through your father’s snoring so I had a servant show me around the palace. The princess was in the kitchens, helping the cooks as they prepared her rations and first meal. We had a talk.’ the Norse Queen answered.

Ivar sent a look to his brothers, who looked equally as stunned, even his father had wide eyes.

Every word she just said went against everything they knew about their mother. Aslaug was often so drunk she could sleep through the harshest winter storm, she despised watching thralls work, and in all their lives they had never seen her set foot in any kitchen.

It hadn’t been a convenient coincidence, Ivar was certain his mother had snuck out of bed in the wee hours to speak to (Y/N) privately before her departure.

However, if anyone was waiting on Aslaug to explain her conversation with the princess, they were disappointed when she went back to her wine in silence.

‘Well then, what will you all like to do today?’ King Akashi asked the Norse royals.

‘We would like to walk through your markets. Your daughter tells us it was her most important duty as a child. The concept is both foreign and intriguing to all of us, plus we are eager to see in person the beautiful kingdom that raised our new princess.’ Ragnar replied.

‘Excellent, I shall give them a tour.’ Prince Ayo beamed as he stood excitedly.

‘Sit down.’ the queen said in a quiet but stern tone, the kind that came only from mothers and queens; and considering that she was both, her tone was truly powerful.

The child prince sighed in his defeat and sat back down on the floor.

‘You are not old enough yet my son, and you are not far enough along in your studies to walk the village and converse with the people. Until then you will spend your day with your tutors.’ the king said, seeing the upset on his son’s face.

‘I will send a servant to escort you through the markets, she will meet you at the castle gate.’

‘If I may.’ Ivar spoke up, politely asking to speak directly to the royal family, something (Y/N) had informed him was considered extremely polite.

The queen looked at him with a raised eyebrow before nodding her approval.

‘As my father has said, we are all eager to see your markets and kingdom today, but may I join the young prince with his tutors tomorrow?’

Now the queen was downright studying him, her gaze alone making the cripple straighten up his posture.

‘You wish to study here?’ she asked.

‘I have a great thirst for knowledge, like our All Father Odin, who traded his eye for it. It seems I already traded my legs at birth.’Ivar smiled charmingly, making a humorous face at the prince, who let out a small breath of laughter.

The queen smiled, seemingly against her better judgment.

‘Yes you may join the lessons tomorrow, I will have Bintu accompany you both to the library together tomorrow. She seems to want to get acquainted with you better.’ Queen Aza agreed.

‘Are you close with Bintu as well?’ Sigurd asked.

‘Of course, I personally chose Bintu to protect my daughter. She was my closest friend as a girl, had I ever chosen to propose a Matrimonial Fight she would be my instructor.’

‘I must say, while there are so many fascinating customs in your country, the one that fascinates me the most is your approach to your inferiors.’ Aslaug confessed.

‘No no no. I have no inferiors, my Queen Sister. I am Queen and I am the highest authority, but there isn’t one subject in all my kingdom that is inferior to me. Do you know how most commoners address queens in this country?’ the Tunisian Queen questioned.

When none of the Norse answered she smiled to herself.

‘Queen Mother; that is how I am addressed by every single one of my subjects. Queen to show me their respect, and Mother to show their love. Of course now the title is more than fitting.’ she explained, rubbing the roundness of her belly.

‘I may not know you well, Queen Sister, but I feel that the title was well earned. For I have never seen so many happy commoners, and I have certainly never met a young woman more amazing than your daughter. Truly you are Queen Mother, if I may, I’d like to accompany you today. I have been a Queen almost as long as I have been a Mother, but I am not blind to my shortcomings. I would like to learn from you, Queen Aza.’ Aslaug requested, her eyes never leaving the other woman’s.

At this Ragnar had to cover his mouth to silence his own gasp; Ivar was happy they were already sitting on the floor, had they been in chairs he is certain his brothers would have all fallen out of them in shock.

Years and years, all their lives, they all sat watching their mother drink away her affections and love for anyone other than Ivar. They had stopped expecting her love before they had even gotten their armrings. They never in their wildest dreams thought she cared enough to notice their disappointment in her as a mother.

Ivar looked over at his brothers and surely enough each of them had different expressions of shock.

Ubbe looked as if he simply couldn’t process what he’d heard, Hvitserk had dropped the grainy bread into his nearly empty bowl, Sigurd was wide eyed and his face was becoming red.

‘I would love your company, Queen Aslaug. In fact, I am quite done with first meal. I will await you in the throne room. I will send for Kya to accompany the rest of you through the markets.’ Aza said before holding out her hand to her husband.

King Akashi, who had been silently eating the last of his own meal while observing his guest, set aside his empty bowl and helped the queen rise to her feet.

The Tunisians bid their farewells, instructed a servant girl to give them a tour of the markets and departed.

As soon as the retreating footsteps could no longer be heard all eyes fell on Queen Aslaug, who had met their eyes confidently.

‘Do not look so stunned, have you not all wished for a better mother? A better woman to sit beside your great father on the throne? As I have no intention of losing my status, I must improve; at least that is the advice I was given.’ she said in Norse.

‘Why did you seek her out? You have been spiteful to all of us since the fight; you ignored us all nearly completely since she suggested sailing here.’ Ubbe asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

The hint of accusation was still noticed by his mother.

‘I had no ill intention, my son, I only meant to see her before she left for her hunt. A servant led me to the kitchens and there she was gathering her rations, we spoke and she left.’

‘What did you say to her?’ Ivar asked, not bothering to hide his suspicion.

‘She spoke to me, and I saw what about her you love. She is intelligent, wise and almost annoyingly well spoken. Though she hasn’t seen one of your fits yet, Ivar, I’m sure she will be able to control even your rage.’

The princes all looked between each other, wondering if the others believed a word of this; even Ragnar had been studying his wife to see if there were any visible signs of deception.

‘Mother, she is going on a hunt, alone, I don’t even know what kind of animals they have here. I need you to tell me with conviction that you did not upset her before she left to do something so dangerous.’ he was pleading with his mother.

Aslaug stood from the floor and looked around at her family.

‘I do not know why I sought her out, I don’t know what I wanted to say to her. I know what she said to me. That she can see the weeds of hate growing in all of your eyes when you look my way. That your frowns deepen when I speak to you directly no matter what I say…and now I can see how right she was.’ Aslaug said with a truly hurt expression painting her face.

‘You think I would be so spiteful to try and sabotage her hunt Ivar? Even you? It seems I have been far worse a mother than I thought.’ she said, her voice beginning to shake as her eyes misted.

Before Ivar had a chance to let the guilt take hold of his heart fully his mother had turned and left the rest of them to their now unappealing bowls of porridge.

The room was quiet, everyone needed to digest more than the food; Aslaug’s words had left a bitter taste in their mouths.

‘Do you believe her?’ Hvitserk asked.

‘Of course not, she has been wretched since she birthed us, that doesn’t change after one talk.’ Sigurd dismissed with irritation.

‘She seemed upset, maybe she does regret the way she raised us.’ Ubbe said in her defense.

‘How could you think so, Ubbe? What raising did we get from her? It was while she was meant to be raising us that you and Hvitserk fell through ice and nearly died. In her “care” Bjorn lost his first daughter! The only time the truth comes out of her mouth is when she knows it will hurt.’ Sigurd spat angrily.

‘She is your mother, Sigurd. You owe her your life and respect.’ Ragnar said, a hint of a warning in his tone.

The circle was tense now, despite the fragility of their marriage Aslaug was still Ragnar’s wife and not many Viking men allow their wives to be insulted in their presence.

‘I had no say in who my mother was Father, did I? Even still you are right, I owe her respect…just as she owes us her love, but unfortunately for her I no longer want it.’ Sigurd replied just as stubborn as he had been as a child as he stood up.

‘I will wait at the gate for the escort.’ he said formally before leaving.

Ivar watched Sigurd in a mixture of annoyance and understanding, no one could deny that Sigurd had been the most hurt by Aslaug’s neglect growing up. He was always the one to interrupt their chess games to ask if they could have a walk all together, and he was always turned away.

‘I know your mother was…is a hard woman to understand and that it was hard growing up when I would sail away, but I know her. For better or worse I can read that woman’s heart like fresh carved runes, and I think she is being genuine. Now if you excuse me, I believe I need to have a private conversation with my son.’ Ragnar sighed tiredly before he followed Sigurd.

‘What do you think, Ivar?’ Ubbe asked his youngest brother.

‘I think…my betrothed did speak with her, and I think the conversation went more or less the same way she says it does. What I don’t know is if she is accepting that conversation as a friendly warning or a threat.’

‘You think she would sabotage (Y/N)’s hunt?’ Hvitserk asked in shock.

‘At first I will admit I did think her capable of it, but in my heart I know that isn’t like her. I know I should have no say in it seeing how she doted on me, but she has never gone out of her way to hurt any one of us. I don’t think she ever would.’ Ivar answered honestly.

‘He is right, Mother never cared enough to be cruel to us, sure she poured love onto Ivar, but Ivar is going to marry. Who will be there for her to pour on to? Ragnar?’ Ubbe said strategically, as if he were discussing a battle in a war room, not his own mother.

‘So she wants our love now that Ivar has his own woman.’ Hvitserk realized.

The room fell into one last long silence before Hvitserk noisily slurped down the very last of porridge in his bowl and stood up.

‘Well,I’m flattered to finally be worth her affections, however, what she does will have no true effect on me, but I will not discourage her efforts.’ The middle son declared before he too left.

‘What about you Ubbe? Do you still long for Mother’s love?’ Ivar asked.

‘You know, I remember the day we fell through the ice.’ Ubbe said, surprising Ivar.

Neither Ubbe or Hvitserk ever spoke about that terrible day, no matter how strategically he and Sigurd asked about it growing up; and they had asked quite often back then.

‘We had followed mother and Harbard, because why not, it was too cold for fishing obviously and we were too young to hunt back then. They went into a hut and we went to get a closer look but there was a noise…a calling so inviting and pleasant it carried us away.’

Ivar didn’t want to reply and pull his brother out of his sharing mood so he just listened and let Ubbe speak freely. He had never seen his eldest brother look so lost in his own mind while talking before, it seemed as if he was doing more than remembering. He was there all over again, a small boy out exploring with his brother on a winter's day.

‘It promised such fun and we were so excited we didn’t realize how far we had walked, but we did notice when the snowy grass became ice beneath our feet, but the call assured us and on we walked further out on the ice. Siggy, do you remember her?’ Ubbe asked.

‘Of course, Rollo’s wife.’ Ivar provided.

‘She was a kind woman to us, mother often left us in her care and she had seen us on the lake, she tried to call out for us but what was her small far away voice to a call only we could hear? A call that must have been from the Gods? She chased after us but it was too late, the ice cracked and the call stopped as soon as we fell into the freezing water.’

Ubbe seemed to not even see Ivar sitting across from him anymore, he was lost in the memory of coldness.

‘The water was so much colder than the ice had been, or at least that’s how it felt, cold all over my body, cold water in the lungs. In that cold do you know what I thought, Ivar?’

Ivar shook his head no, and waited eagerly for the answer.

‘I want my mother.’ Ubbe said softly, leaning in closer, as if this was his most precious secret.

‘I wanted to feel the warmth of her embrace and for her to whisper soothing words into my ear to assure me I would not be forced out of Midgard so soon. I even thought maybe she’d heard my silent cries and rescued us, but it was only Siggy pulling us out of the ice. Harbard was there, and she managed to give us to him before her own life was taken by that cold water. After Harbard had brought us to Mother she asked him to heal us and once he had she sent us off to bed for rest…without ever touching us.’

Ivar, who of course saw that his mother showed him more love than his brothers, was stunned by just how cold the woman had truly been to her other children.

As Ivar chewed over his rapid change in family dynamics his bride to be was walking vast dry hunting grounds.

She was brought some comfort in the fact she wasn’t in completely new territory. She had gone on at least a dozen hunts in this area. Of course those hunts had been with full hunting parties of at least ten.

Hunting in large groups was a common practice throughout the world because the simple fact was that there is power in numbers. More hunters mean more game can be caught, and the hunters had a stronger sense of security knowing that there would be more people able to watch their blind spots in case of predator attacks.

More than that, for (Y/N) at least, hunting in a group simply made the experience of hunting much more pleasant. She remembers talking with the others as they walked for hours to the waterhole where most game favored to drink and bathe.

Now she was alone and could not afford any such pleasantries. She had to keep her ears and eyes sharp, there was no one there to assist her in spotting anything that may be lying in wait.

Another benefit of hunting parties, she had come to understand quickly, was that it entailed more provisions. She had a large canteen of water that weighed heavily on her hip, but she knew it would be all she had until she reached the water hole.

And that was a half day’s journey and as heavy as it felt the canteen only had so much water inside. So she ignored the dryness of her mouth, resigned not to drink until the sun was fully in the sky.

Along with her water canteen she had a variety of tools and rope to make shelter, her father’s blade, an ax, twenty ready made arrows to go with the bow she carried by hand and a fortnight's worth of food in the pack she had on her back. One fortnight’s worth of food.

One fortnight worth of food.

One fortnight, that is two weeks.

Two weeks is fourteen days.

She repeated these things mentally every mile or so, she was determined to keep track of the time. If she allowed herself to lose her senses she could find herself out here alone with nothing to eat, no water and no choice but to wait for the rescue party.

No. Even if it did come to that she would refuse to return, and that would mean staying not only to hunt for a beast but also hunting to survive.

The thought of scavenging for berries in the dry lands was almost as discouraging as the thought of wasting arrows on smaller prey before finding her true target.

Whatever that target may be; she thought guiltily.

She had promised Ivar a grand cloak worthy of his Gods but she had no idea what that even meant yet alone what animal she would hunt. Luckily the water hole would be sure to have a variety of beasts to choose from.

After what she guessed had been four hours the sun was finally shining at its highest point in the sky. She took the canteen from her side and took a singular large swallow of cool water before closing it off again, but she held the container to her forehead to feel the coolness of the water inside.

It had to be at least noon now, that meant about six more hours until she was at the water hole, but that would mean arriving at by nightfall and that wasn’t wise. She would have to stop and make her shelter for the night.

A large cluster of boulders and a tiny cluster of palm oil trees in the distance told her she had in fact remembered the path from her previous hunts.

The rocks were where her hunting party usually sought shelter. The formation of the boulders created a sort of rocky valley and with wood and leaves from the trees a roof and walls can be fashioned.

(Y/N) took special care in looking around for any signs of a predator before she removed her pack and dug out some dried biltong and a piece of plantain bread.

She kept alert as she ate quickly, wanting to make sure she didn’t stay here long enough to be found by any thing, but she also wanted to savor the chewiness of the antelope meat, and the bread was so filling on her empty stomach it felt as warm as an embrace.

Once the last of the bread had been eaten (Y/N) picked up her pack again and continued on, still chewing the last bite of biltong, trying to extend the longevity of its flavor and the mere illusion of eating. After she had finally resigned to swallow the over chewed meat she again took a single drink from her canteen, this time only a sip as it was less about true thirst and more a desire to wash down her brief meal.

The further she walked the more she thought over her plans for when she reached the boulders.

First she would find the best spot in between the rocks that required the least amount of material to fortify. Then she would go and gather the wood and palm leaves to make the roofing and walls, after that she would go again to the trees for firewood to keep her warm once night fell.

She tried not to get too comfortable or confident but so far she was pleased with her progress. She had yet to come across so much as an antelope so far and if there were no prey animals near her that meant the chances of predators were much lower.

Of course that also meant if she did encounter a hungry meat eater it would probably be extremely eager to eat the first thing it found.

With that in mind she kept her grip firm on her bow as she pushed on.

It was when she was only about an hour away from her destination that she heard a rustling in the grass behind her that was too isolated and sudden to have been wind.

With an alarming quickness she pulled an arrow from her pack and raised her bow, aiming at the direction of the noise.

It was quiet again, but she was certain she’d heard something and she wasn’t going to turn around or move on until she found and killed whatever had made that sound.

She focused her gaze and scanned through the tall yellow grass for anything out of place. She kept a special look out for spots and stripes; this was big cat territory.

A final second of quiet passed before finally the grass rustled again, and this time she had seen exactly where the grass moved.

Without hesitation she released the arrow and several things seemed to happen all at once to her.

Of course things had happened one at a time, and they happened in this exact order.

First; the arrow flew like lightning into the tall grass, second; a loud pitiful roar cut through the air, and thirdly a lion had leapt out of its hiding place.

With no small amount of fear and an even larger amount of alarm the princess readied another arrow and began back stepping, she knew better than to turn her back to this beast.

Now that it was out of the tallest grass she could see it was a truly pathetic thing. Its mane was shaggy and matted, several scabby bald patches that had been licked raw from over grooming littered his back legs and it was so unsightly thin even in her panic she could see its protruding rib cage.

Her arrow stuck out of its left front leg in a vulgar way as it tried weakly to chase her down, but already her fear was subsiding.

Even as she backed away to put distance between her and the lion so that she could have a clear clean shot, (Y/N) could see that the arrow wasn’t the only thing slowing down her attacker.

Yes it limped on its injured front leg, but it made a huffing whimpering noise every time his right hind leg hit the ground. Clearly something had tussled with this frail thing before she had and it seemed that unknown creature had done her a great kindness.

Once she was confident in the distance between them she released the second arrow and watched it land true as it sunk into the lion's skull and the weak body fell into the dirt with a soft thud.

A final breath escaped its mouth and sent up a small cloud in the dry dirt it now laid lifelessly upon.

With the beast taken down she found herself breathing hard, her adrenaline still racing as she approached it.

Up close she could better inspect it to see if this had been it, if this could be THE beast.

However, no amount of optimism could allow her to overlook the matted shabby dark mane, the many bald patches she could see in the lion’s coat or the clearly visible bites they exposed.

No, this wouldn’t even be worth skinning, not for her husband's cloak, but still leaving it here was not an option, it would attract scavengers and most of those were pack animals. So she took out her ax and made quick work of dismembering the lion and then did her best to wrap the remains in the blanket she intended to sleep under.

It was too heavy to lift alone so she attached the sack to a rope and dragged it the rest of the way to the boulders. By the time she had reached her destination her legs and arms were more sore than they had ever been in all her years of training, but she didn't stop to rest.

Just as she had planned she found a small rectangular spot that was perfectly spaced between two boulders that stood twice as high as she did. There she sat the lion sack before she went to fetch the wood and palm leaves. The sun would be setting soon and she would not be out in the open with a fresh kill at her side when it happened.

She chopped and dragged long branches for one hour, then she fashioned two walls about one foot taller than herself using rope to tie the branches together, tying the leaves together to keep out the wind. She installed her walls by burying the branches in the dirt making sure they were firmly planted. The roof was easier to make since she had to leave a spot open for smoke to escape.

Finally, just as she had tied the last bit of rope securing the roof to the walls the sun was beginning to set. She made her final trip to the grove of trees for firewood and quickly returned to her newly built shelter.

Her fire was burning strong as the sun set, but she did not lay down, she sat beside the fire watching the flames as she thought one thing over and over.

What beast was worthy of Ivar the Boneless?

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When The Time Arrives. Part 16 Of “When He’s Not Around” series.

 you are sure all of kattegat can hear your screams, the pain was unbearable, your head was thrown back against the pillows ivar had provided for you.

ivar runs his hand over your forehead, clearing it of the hair that was stuck to your damp skin.

there was even more blood coming from you.

ivar pulls your skirts up past your hips to aid torvi. he had moved from your back to your side, in case torvi was in need.

ivar looks up as the door opens, and hvitserk appears.

he feels anger as his older brother stands by the door, his arms crossed as he just stares at ivar.

not even concerned for you, the woman who could possible be carrying his child. 

ivar’s eyes were torn from hvitserk as you released yet another pain filled scream.

“no, no, no.” torvi chants, grabbing at your blood covered thighs.

“what? what is it?” ivar asks, his heart aching for his love who had her hands around his.

“the baby is moving back, she has to keep pushing”.

“she can’t! she’s bleeding to death!” ivar says shakily, and finally, he sees the panic in hvitserk’s eyes.

he finally sees the blood.......

you look at ivar, eye lids drooping.

“i-ivar.......” you whisper, before your eyes close and your head falls back.

“NO!” ivar roars, crawling closer and holding you to his chest.

“stay with me, stay with me!” ivar cries in anguish, trying to wake you.

ivar sobs, tears falling from his eyes, his heart feels as if it could burst from the amount of pain.

his love, his (y/n).......

his tear filled eyes catch the knife by torvi’s side.

“torvi!” ivar shouts, gaining torvi’s attention as she stares in shock at the floor drenched in blood.

“the knife! now!”.

torvi shakily grabs the knife and hurriedly swipes it across your lower abdomen.

you awake with a scream, gripping ivar tighter than before.

ivar closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours.

the sound.......the horrid sound.......

and then, nothing.

ivar hesitantly raises his head, his wet eyes struggling to stay open.

torvi sits back, cuddling something small and bloody to her chest.

“h-hvitserk, help me stitch her” torvi stutters, her blood hand pointing to the table in front of her.

hvitserk does as she says, sitting on his knees in front of you, a dazed look in his eyes.

you are breathing shallowly, your eyes glazing over.

“you did it, you did it, love” ivar whispers, his tears falling from his eyes as he kisses your head.

you don’t react, your still shaking from the pain your body had just endured.

and that’s when ivar hears it.

a cry, a small little cry coming from ahead of him.

ivar looks up, seeing torvi cleaning the small child in her arms.

torvi shifts herself closer to ivar, and ivar feels his breath hitch.

it looks just like.......

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[marvelsviking]

Odd Sense (2)

Ivar x OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Back again. I posted this a few days ago but wasn’t happy with it so I revised some parts and added more. Hope you guys enjoy! AND THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! <3

As the plans to help Ivar and his brothers get home was coming together, Ivar was becoming more and more impressed but also a little peeved in a way as he watched you translate. A princess. The fucking princess of a country he and his brothers just so happened to wash up on. A princess that knew his language. A princess that had healed him, his brothers, his crew AND the rest of the kingdom. A fucking princess. If the gods had wanted him to meet his soulmate in another country, they could have sent a gentler sign to him. Instead, Thor had to throw his ass to her like a rock.

The way she held herself with grace but the scars on her hands told a different story. Of course, there’s something more to her. She’s a fucking princess AND a healer and when Ivar compared the obvious differences between Laya and what Ivar assumed to be her sister, he couldn’t help but have a strange gut feeling. Laya by title is a princess but she wasn’t necessarily treated by one. She stood by her father like a servant and her clothing didn’t scream “princess” like her sisters’ did as she sat in a chair next to the King.

There was something more to her. Something more complicated than Ivar could ever imagine and he just had to find out what it was. That’s where the intriguing factor came in. The peeved off factor was how the bitch sitting next to the King wouldn’t stop sneering at Laya and the way Ivar was staring at her. It was almost like she saw Laya as filth. Almost like how his father used to look at him but less-

“Ivar, what do you think?” Ubbe halted his thoughts and his eyes tore away from your face to the display in front of him on the massive stone table. Four miniature ships on a map that showed the land they currently occupied and the vast sea with surrounding countries. The plan was to have the ships take them to their original destination with Ivar’s remaining men and enough of King Abassi’s men to go through with the raid and come back and give a certain percentage of treasure to King Abassi as a thank you for his men and the ships to go back home to Kattegatt. The plan was straight forward and brilliant the only problem is that his brothers and the King couldn’t decide on how much treasure they should give away and with Ivar being the King of Kattegatt, it was his turn to debate with the King.

Ivar tapped his fingers on the table a couple times to front like he had been thinking the entire time and made eye contact with Abassi for the first time since this discussion started.

“Five trunks of gold,” Ivar spoke to the King and then turned his attention back to Laya. She blinked at him for a  quick moment, mouth slightly agape at the deal that was just spoken to her before translating them to her father. As soon as “Five trunks” where translated, her father raised a hand to stop her, not breaking his gaze off Ivar.

“Unacceptable for the number of my men that might die under your command.” He spoke with a clenched jaw. Ivar stopped himself from exhaling heavily and smiled.

“ Deal.”

“Ivar. Are you sure about this?” Ubbe whispered in his younger brothers’ ear. Ivar nodded and locked eyes with the King in front of him once again.

“Half of our gold. It is only fair, no? We are taking half of his men and his ships.” His smiled widened as the King whispered into Laya’s ear and then dropped when she looked back at him with concerned eyes.  She then stood straight and took a breath before speaking.

“My father wonders if you are planning to trick him so he would like to have a safety in place while you go on your raid.” She spoke with her head high, but he could tell that she was slightly worried about the response Ivar might give.

 “And what safety would that be, princess?” He leaned forward and placed his chin in his hands, looking up at her.

Laya turned to her father and translated. Whatever her father said back to her, her sister was not having it as she shoots up out of her chair and yelled down at her father while pointing to Laya. Her head lowered in apparent shame as her sister continues to yell at her.

King Abassi stood up and slammed his palm down on the marble table and Laya’s eyes filled with shock. The other princess slowly sat down with a scowl on her lips as the King used his deep voice to scold her. When he was done, he signaled for Laya to translate to Ivar and his brothers.

 “M-My father says that one of you must stay here and my sister, Princess Aja, will go with you in order to ensure that you will return with the remainder of his men and his ships, as well as keeping true to the promise of half of the gold raided.” This time her voice came out shaky and her eyes were glossy with tears threatening to spill over. Whatever this Princess Aja had said to his sweet Laya, it had clearly hurt her.

“Why her?”

“My sister is next in line for the throne, therefore, she is valuable to the Kingdom. My father assumes that your brothers are valuable to you too. If my sister ends up dead by your hands, the same happens to the brother that stays by ours.”

“What if I want you instead?” Ivar dared. King Abassi was smarter than he thought, no doubt about that, but Ivar wouldn’t be caught dead with someone who came off as prissy as Aja in his care. The princess would surely end up dead, Laya wouldn’t.

“M-Me? I’m just the Kingdoms’ Healer.” Laya stuttered with wide eyes. Ivar smiled at her while shaking his head.

“You are also a princess. You did introduce yourself as such, didn’t you? Also, if I’m trading in one of my brothers who mean so much to me for someone, I would appreciate if it was someone whose presence would be welcomed. No offense but your sister is not fit to be around my men and you did help heal my brothers and I as well as the remainder of my men. They will be honored to be in your presence.”

“Yes, well… I-“ She let out a sigh. “Would you like me to leave out the part about my sister?”

“If you wish, my dear.” Ivar leaned back in his chair as Laya blinked a few times at the nickname before she translated to her father the new offer. It took a lot more back and forth but the King agreed for Laya to go with Ivar and that the decision of which brother will stay in Monstraya will be revealed the day they go off on their raid.

Ivar didn’t like the smirk that sullied Aja’s face when the deal was made. The obvious fact that she wished her sister nothing but ill will made him sick to his stomach. In a way, it reminded him of Sigurd.

Ivar asked Laya to escort him to his room and journey was mostly silent until all of the questions he had held in flew out from his mouth.

“What kind of princess becomes a healer? How do you speak my language? And why does your sister hate you so much?” His brow deeply furrowed as these question confused him more now that he had said them aloud.

She let out a soft laugh that made his heart skip a beat. Her eyes went to the white stone ceiling as her lips pursed and released a soft sigh.

“By title, I am a princess but by blood I am illegitimate so I do not carry the full status. That gave me the opportunity to do as I pleased with some limitations and my mother inspired me to become a healer. My sister hates me because of the freedom I have and her mother raised her to see me as dirty blood and I told you how I speak your language. Last night.” She stood in front of Ivar and looked over him.

“Last night is very foggy,” Ivar admitted. He wouldn’t say it out loud but the only thing he clearly remembered from last night was Laya’s face and voice.

“Must have been the medicine I gave you then. I’ll lower the amount I give you so that you can sleep well and keep your memory.” She mused as she continued to lead him to his room.

Once they reached Ivar’s room, she helped him into his bed and left to retrieve the meds. After Ivar finished it, she changed his bandages again and he requested that Laya stay by his side until he fell asleep saying that a healer should be sure that their patient sleeps soundly before going off duty.

She stayed with him until she was sure that he was in a deep enough sleep. She told her self that it was because Ivar was her patient but she couldn’t help but feel something warm, something peaceful, something… a bit unsettling and just like Ivar, she couldn’t figure out what it was about him.

She wasn’t an idiot though. She saw the way Ivar dotted on her during the meeting, felt him staring at her the entire time and saw how wide his lips spread when her father agreed to have her go with them instead of her sister. She just hoped that the current infatuation Ivar has with her would prevent him from hurting her and that her fathers love for her was strong enough for him not to risk her life while she was away.

Laya wasn’t a manipulative person like Aja, but if that’s who she had to stay alive, then so be it.

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[ivarsshieldmadien]

Ragnarsson’s Breakfast Orders

Bjorn:

Bjorn likes a big breakfast!

Lots of bacon, sausage and ham.

Fried eggs...not scrambled, not an omelet but fried!!!!

Bjorn loves carbs so, he wants all the French toast, pancakes and pastries that you have to offer.

“Babe! Where is the honey for my pastries?”

Ubbe:

Ubbe is the most health conscience of the boys.

Ubbe used to think about food like it was sustenance that filled a void, until he met you. Now he loves and appreciates food.

He wants something light, healthy and has enough protein to sustain himself til lunch, after training.

Avacodo toast with smoked salmon or an egg on top does the trick.

“Love, could you use those pickled onions this time on my avocado toast?”

Hvitserk:

Hvitserk’s favorite meal of the day is breakfast.

“There is so many choices to choose from. Who am I kidding, I’m not choosing, I want to eat it all.”

Hvitserk’s favorite pairings are chicken and waffles & steak and eggs!

Y’all bought a bigger kitchen table just for him and the amount of plates that pile up for at his meals.

“How did I get blessed with such a good woman that takes care of me so well?”

Ivar:

Ivar doesn’t want breakfast to heavy.

Something he can grab and eat quickly is best for him.

He enjoys breakfast sandwiches.

Bagel or English muffin, bacon or ham, eggs and cheese or avo.

“I don’t want my egg runny today. Ubbe made fun of me when the yolk dropped on my armor yesterday.”

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[ivarswickedqueen]

Fever drabble III

Hey guys, I am slowly going back to writing so I decided to start with shorter things. Here is a little drabble for my Fever Series - you can read the whole thing in my masterlist My writing is kind of rusty, so I am sorry if this sucks... 

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Warning: smut, NSFW Word account: 1258 Paring: Alex x reader, Marco x reader Tags: @akamaiden @missrobyn81 @starfox-92 @kikuthestrange@heathen-whore @cbouvier23@kerouacsroad@ivars-snowflake @alicedopey @mblaqgi@gwilson937@steadypiepsychicflower @perfectus-in-morte @minarawr @vikingsandetc@proudcoiler88@ilvebeenabad @titty-teetee @ivarsshieldmadien@kuollut-talven@ivarsrideordie @atequila @lol-haha-joke @applesaucers @ethereallysimple@itharley@kaani14sc @itsgreatperson @captstefanbrandt@isabellarose5150, @florenceivy, @mockinghijack,  @93generation@lisinfleur, @ivarslittlebadgirl, @tephi101, @holydream@youcancallmeladyjoker@tgrrose @naaladareia @ivarsshieldmadien @laketaj24 @wishbone-witch

You knew that coming to this party was a mistake, but you couldn’t say no to Marco’s puppy eyes and Alex’s pouting, especially when the three of you were in the shower together when they asked you to go with them. You regretted it from the very beginning. Ida wasn’t here, Marco was scrolling through his phone all night and Alex was fooling around with Georgia again. You knew and Alex told you many times, that they are just friends and there is nothing going on between them, but it still made you jealous. Georgia was sitting on his lap, and he was playfully biting her neck, making her giggle like a school girl. You rolled your eyes and shifted on your chair. You looked around and saw Sophie leaning into Marco, sticking her tongue out, almost licking his face. “Are you kidding me?” you muttered when Jordan sat next to you. “Calm down Y/N. She does that all the time, she is harmless,” he winked at you and you frowned. “How can you not be jealous?” you asked him curiously. “And don’t say that it’s because you are Vikings!” you warned him when you saw the mischief in his eyes. “You are no fun, Y/N,” Jordan pouted. “I am funny, I just don’t like it, when someone is about to lick my man! Or when someone is constantly sitting on him and touching him,” you added grumpily and tried to ignore Georgia, who was laughing at something what Alex said. “Your problem is that you are greedy, Y/N!” Jordan said. “What? I am not greedy!” you defended yourself. “Yes you are, you have them both wrapped around your finger. And you are really jealous person!” he chuckled darkly.  “I am not jealous!!” you shouted and it caught the attention of your boys. “Jordan, stop harassing Y/N!” Alex shouted from the other corner of the room. “We are just talking, right Y/N?” he said, his piercing blue eyes staring into your soul. You scoffed and rather went to sit between Marco and Sophie. “Are you OK, kitten?” Marco whispered into your ear and you nodded. You suddenly squealed when Sophie licked your ear-shell. “What the hell?” you yelped in surprise. “She licked my ear Marco!” you said and sat little bit closer to him. “She does that everytime, when she is drunk,” Marco shrugged and kept scrolling through his phone. “Isn’t she cute Marco?” Sophie laughed and pinched your cheeks. “Help,” you said quietly, but Marco was clearly enjoying your discomfort and watched Sophie kissing your forehead sloppily. Your eyes found Alex and you mouthed “help” and he casually walked to the table, taking you by your hand and lead you to that secluded place when he sat with Georgia earlier. “Are you having fun, Y/N?” asked you Georgia, who came out of nowhere and kissed your cheeks. You nodded and she walked happily to the bar for another shot. “Can they stop touching me and kissing me?” you whined and Alex chuckled.

“What’s up, baby girl? You don’t like little girl on girl action?” he teased you and sit on the couch with you, with his arm around your shoulder. “No, it’s not like that, but I don’t like it, when girls I barely know are touching me,” you complained. “So you want to tell me, that you wouldn’t mind kissing and touching a female friend of yours?”he smirked devilishly. “No, I kind of made out with my best friend back at Uni,” you blushed wildly at that memory. “Marco, come here man, you need to hear this,” Alex called Marco who just walked by you. “There is no need to tell him Alex,” you said, suddenly feeling shy, hiding your face into Alex’s shirt. “What is that kitten? Tell me!” Marco demanded and Alex  gently forced you to look at Marco. “I just said that I made out with my friend when I was at Uni,” you repeated. “She made out with a friend who happened to be a girl,” Alex added with sinister smirk. “I kind of have to say, that I like the idea about you making out with another girl,” Marco smirked and you felt the tips of his fingers on your thigh. “Not here, Marco!” you hissed and smiled politely at Alex Ludwig, who just walked inside the bar with his girlfriend Kristy. “Hey Alex, give me my coat, Y/N is cold,” Marco said loudly and Alex handed him his light brown coat, Marco covered your lap with it and Alex smirked, knowing what is Marco up to. “OK Y/N, you don’t feel comfortable around Sophie or Gee, so tell me, which one of our lovely female colleagues would you let to kiss you?” Alex smirked and you felt his fingers on your other thigh. Marco was already reaching your panties, rubbing your clit with the tips of his long fingers.   “I don’t know,” you tried to avoid the answer and squeaked when Alex rip of your panties. “It was in my way,” he said like it was no big deal. “And stop avoiding the question,” Marco growled into your ear and slipped two fingers inside your already soaked pussy. “Yes, baby girl, we need to know,” Alex added and his fingers found your clit. “Why d-do y-you need to k-know,” you stuttered when their fingers found an alternating rhythm.  You were close in seconds and they knew it. “Tell us kitten,” Marco whispered, watching your face intently, loving to see your face when you were about to cum. “Tell us or we won’t let you cum,” Alex threatened and you knew that he was serious. And you knew that you are about to spend the whole weekend with them and he would probably deny you your orgasm for the whole weekend. “It’s… It’s Kat. She is pretty, kind, funny and she is always so nice to me. I feel comfortable around her,” you finally admitted and Marco started pumping his fingers deeper and harder into you while Alex increased the pressure on your clit. You came hard, hiding your face into Marco’s neck. “Look at the mess you made,” Marco smirked and licked his fingers clean. “You are a messy girl, Y/N,” Alex scolded you playfully and let you lick his fingers clean, making sure that no one is watching you. “So tell me Marco, when is Kat coming to Dublin?” Alex asked his best friend with shit eating grin. “I believe tomorrow Alex,” Marco answered and bit his lip. “You guys won’t tell her, right?” you asked in panic. You never knew what to expect from them. “Don’t worry Y/N. We can’t tell her, because if we will ever see you two kissing each other, we would have to join you and I'm not sure what would Kat say about it,” Alex said and winked at you. “What would I say about what?” you froze and looked right into Kat’s warm eyes. “It’s surprise,” Alex said quickly and Kat nodded, not really convinced if he's telling the truth.

[fanfics4all]

Protection: Part 9

Request: Yes / No

Request are open but ONLY if they’re Halloween<3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Male!Reader

Word count: 793

Warnings: Just fluff

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: After being raped by the Ghoulies Sweet Pea helps you through it.

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Sweet Pea’s POV

They wanted to keep Y/N at the hospital to keep an eye on her. After a couple of days her and the kids could come home. We put the babies in a car seat, Fangs and Toni also helped us get them home. The doctor said Y/N should take it easy for a few weeks, so I recruited Fangs and Toni tel help us out and they were more than happy to do it. They were so happy that they could spend more time with the babies, actually everyone came by to help out even though I only asked Toni and Fangs. Turns out everyone was jealous that they were seeing the future Serpents, and they just wanted to spoil the little guys.

“Sweets I can walk!” Y/N said and I placed her down on our couch.

“The doctor said to take it easy, so you’re gonna take it easy.” I said and Scarlett started crying. Y/N tried to get up but I pushed her down.

“I’ve got her.” I said and went to go get her. By the time I got in their room Sebastian was crying as well.

“What with all the fussing guys?” I asked and picked up Scarlett.

“What’s wrong with my little Princess?” I asked gently bouncing her.

“They might be hungry.” I heard Y/N say and turned around.

“What are you doing up?” I asked her as she walked over to us.

“They’re both crying, you can’t take care of them by yourself.” She said picking up Sebastian.

“Shhhh, don’t cry my little baby boy.” She said to him and his crying already started dying down.

“Yeah, I think it’s feeding time for these two.” She said and sat down in the rocking chair that we put in their room. She took her right boob out and held him up to her. He immediately started eating.

“Come, give her to me.” She said trying to take her other breast out.

“Let me help you.” I said and pulled out her right boob. She held her arm in place then Scarlett in her arms. She smarted rocking them while they ate and looked down at them with a smile. She started humming and I smiled watching her, she looked so happy.

“What are you humming?” I asked quietly.

“I See The Light, that song from Tangled. I thought I would be a good song to hum to them and they really like it.” She said quietly and I chuckled shaking my head.

“You and your Disney.” I said and she smiled up at me.

“Everyone wants us to go to the Wyrm, they’re throwing us a party so everyone can meet the kids, now that they’ve been home for two months.” I said and she looked up at me again.

“A party?” She asked and I nodded.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want-”

“No, what time?” She asked.

“2:30.” I answer and she looked at the clock.

“That’s in an hour!” She said shocked.

“Hey, relax babe, no one will care if we’re late.” I said placing a hand on her shoulder. She sighed and nodded.

“Okay, after I feed them we can get them dressed and go.” She said looking down at them.

“No, I’ll get them dressed. You are going to get dressed and take care of yourself, okay?” I said and she nodded.

“Fine…” She said and I kissed her head. She finished feeding them and then I took our kids from her. I put each of them in a onesie that Cheryl and Toni got them and they looked so adorable.

“Babe? Are you ready?” I asked holding our two little angels.

“Yeah, just a minute!” She called. She walked out and she was dressed in a cute summer dress, sandals, a pair of turquoise earrings, and she had a bag hung across her body. She had a dark but natural looking lip on and a neutral eyeshadow.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” I said looking at her in awe.

“I look like I just gave birth to two kids.” She said with a laugh and opened the door for me.

“Yeah, and you look beautiful.” I said putting the kids in the truck. I grabbed Y/N by the waist and gave her a big kiss.

“Come on Sweets, we gotta go.” She said with a giggle.

“But I don’t wanna share you with anyone.” I groaned and she giggled again.

“I’m sure they’ll be all over the babies and you’ll have me all to yourself.” She said and I smiled.

“Well, let’s go then!” I said and got in the driver’s seat. Y/N laughed and then got in after me.

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[laketaj24]

Le Trio Mortel Ch. 2

This is a collaboration fic with @grungyblonde and the lovely @ivarsshieldmadien. I literally just stole the taglist from the previous post! If you would like to be removed or added please let us know! 

Warnings: A little violence 

Prologue

Chapter 1

Louis.

I stare at the man before me, remove the skinny jeans, the ball cap and there was my Louis. I shuffle from behind the small table clasping my hands together waiting for them to state their reason for being here. I clear my throat. “Are you here for a tour perhaps?” I smile. Melli keeps taking deep breaths circling the thick sideburn one like he was fresh meat, while Marie was starstruck gazing at the strong jaw man like he was god.

He steps forward. “I mean do you have food?” Melli smiles and literally leaps from the ground with a slight clap and a giggle. He raises an eyebrow to her.

“I can make you something, and then we can give you a tour.” She places her hands on his shoulders pushing I’m through the house.

Marie’s nervous, it’s a first for her for certain. She steps forward clearing her throat. “Maybe you were drawn here by the garden out back. I’m told it has that affect on people?”

He looks mesmerized. He would follow her to hell if that’s where she lead him. “Sure.”

Louis.

“So uh…” the doppelganger says looking around. “Should I head out to the garden or better yet, do you have a line?”

A line?

“Of coke?” He smiles tapping the edge of his nose. “I usually don’t do this but when in Rome.”

He was in New Orleans? Louis’ face fades from my mind and I stare at him. “Uh, I was in the process of crushing herbs. Did you know that sage is said to cleanse the soul?”

“And rid the place of ghost.” He adds with an assured head shake and a point.

I scoff. Ghosts. “Where are you from?” I ask.

“Kattegat, my brother booked this trip dragging us here because of a fucking urge, he’s a weirdo. But I got a free trip and it’s not so bad. Have you been to Bourbon Street? Man, you can score some good shit there.”

“So I’ve heard.” His incessant talking irritated me. I start back crushing my herbs and the idea pops into my head.

I hand the blonde the tea. I mixed with herbs that will knock him down for some hours. “Here you are.” I smile. “Darling.”

“I’m not really a tea guy.”

“I beg your pardon handsome, it’s rude to deny the hosts refreshments.”

“It’s just it’s 86 degrees out and you gave me tea.” He pushes it across the table and I feel my anger rising as he slides the little device out and starts to tap the fluorescent screen.

“Would you like some ice?”

He shifts agitated and impatiently. “Have you seen my brothers?” Avoiding my question completely.

“Drink.” I pause and smile removing the edge from my voice. “The tea and I’ll go find them.”

“Look lady, I’m not thir-.”

My hand reacts before I can smacking him of the head with tea kettle. He for certain wasn’t my Louis. Rude mongrel. He falls slump to his side unconscious and I find myself cackling. “The fun begins now handsome.” I smirk.

 I will never forget that Saturday in June. The air was thick and muggy but the crowd was light. They only threw these Quadroon Balls once every six months. I pin my hair in a bun fixing the corset on my dress hoping that Jeanne was dressed and ready to walk out of the door.

The streets were busy. Jeanne and I navigate out of our homes down to Bourbon street, the ballroom was already booming with people, energy and a surge of conversation. WE enter, separating at the door. I’d never been one for crowds so I found myself flush against the wall watching the dances, admiring the men as they feasted their eyes upon the woman in their visions and staked their claim.

Jeanne was swept off her feet as soon as she hit the floor by Monsieur Raphael Broduer, he was a lanky gentleman, thick curly hair and a smile that charmed even the most stone faced woman. Jeanette stood no chance.

“Bonjou.” The deep voice says behind me. I turn to him and I stare. There has never been a man before that literally took my breath away. None but Louis.

“Bonswa.” I chuckle.

“It is rather late,” he responds in his sweet charming manner, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes were alight. “Have you attended such things?”

“I have twice.” I smile.

“Bel fanm tankou ou?” A beautiful woman like you.

My heart flutters at his small attempts to flirt with me. “How many have attended mesye?”

“Three.”

My face teams with heat as I replicate his attempt. “You nonm bel tankou ou?” A handsome man like you.

He chuckles and steps closer. “Well, we should both be the remedy to the problems at hand, may I have this dance?”

I could still hear the violins start and feel the thud of my heart trying to break free from my chest as he took my hand. We started the first dance following the directions of the dance, stepping forward and then back and then to the side of one another, but his eyes never left me and neither did that smile. That smile could stop wars, heal the sick and woo me to a life I never thought was possible.

We never touched that night, other than our hands and a stern handshake once he walked me to my front steps. We never touched but I remember every single aspect of it, every breath, every step even the moments of silence.

  He lay in my bed moaning grabbing at his blonde hair. I sat at the edge of the bed and noticed him waking. I face him and every look I’m praying for the Gentleman Louis to reveal himself, but there was nothing of him in this scoundrel. I was not a fan of the new age of dating. Tinder? POF? How about a conversation and a kiss on the first date? How about asking my father for permission to wed, not ourting me using acronyms. What in the hell was DTF?

He wakes clawing at the manacles on his ankles, I kept them for good measure. “Look woman, I’m not going to hit you because I don’t do that shit. But you better let me up, or I swear my brother, Ivar, who doesn’t have too much gall will deck you?”

“I have no time for your flagrant display of entitlement.” I pause and lift my hand and he stills. Those blue eyes widen, and I have him hooked. *** “I call upon the gods to summon and manifest a desire for me in him.” His breath is taken away. “Remove the disdain, fill him with lust, respect and undying love for me.” He falls back on the bed once again unconscious and I smile knowing that when he rises again he will be 100% mine and ignoramus free.

The hour passes quickly and he stirs to life immediately rubbing his hand down the side of my arm. “Miss Charlot.” He hums peppering kisses down my neck.

“Ubbe, you should go get changed, my love. We have places to be.”

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[angryschnauzer]

Fall For You - Halloween Writing Challenge Masterlist

A huge thank you to everyone that took part in this awesome challenge! There’s lots of smutty and fluffy/romantic fics here, any late entries will be added once links are sent to me! A big thank you also to @feelmyroarrrr for attempting to help me keep track of things, which must be a bit like herding squirrels in nut season.

Full list under the cut

Buffy Bucky - @sherrybaby14 All Caps - @angryschnauzerwrites Steve - @lokikingofasgardslover713

Hannibal Dr Strange - @curator-at-large Supernatural Thor + Steve Rogers - @kittenofdoomage Bucky - @atequila True Blood Thor + Steve Rogers - @allaboardthereadingrailroad

Thor - @acreativelydifferentlove

Ghost Whisperer

Steve & Sam - @ksgeekgirl

X-files Stucky - @averyrogers83 Stranger Things Loki -  @nildesperanddum The Walking Dead

Stucky - @helplessly-nonstop

Once Upon A Time Loki - @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian Lucifer Loki - @geminiloveca

Teen wolf Bucky Barnes - @petitemistletoes Movies: Hocus Pocus Loki - @fionarhiannon Practical Magic Stucky - @docharleythegeekqueen Bucky - @nerdgirljen Halloween Stucky - @youngmoneymilla Nightmare On Elm Street Bucky Barnes - @meleedamage The Covenant Bucky Barnes - @kandomeresbitch Scream The Avengers - @uonlyget1-blog Interview With The Vampire Stucky - @mss4msu Thorki - @hellomissmabel Ghostbusters Team Cap - @marvelforeverfanfic Harry Potter Steve Rogers - @cappletini/@whiskeybucky Tony Stark - @lildove Rocky Horror Picture Show All Caps - @siren-kitten-his​ Bucky - @hotmenandotherdistractions The sixth sense Loki - @dangertoozmanykids101

[akamaiden]

Griffenholm Confessionals: The Insane Party

Need to catch up? Do it here.

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long for posting this. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, knife play, blood kink, etc. Nothing triggering, I hope. 

Words: 1,395.

“There you go, drink it,” Mia said.

“What's this?” Aurora asked picking the cup from Mia's hands.

“Don't you trust me, sweet Aurora?” Mia asked pouting, caressing Aurora's waist.

No. Aurora thought, but this girl was the closest to a friend that she ever had.

“Yes, I do but-”

“Just open your mouth and drink this,” Mia commanded interrupting Aurora.

“Okay,” Aurora said concluding that was pointless discussing with Mia.

She looked to the cup, still thinking about her mother's words: Don't you ever accept any cup from anyone, okay? If you want to drink something, serve yourself a cup.

Sorry mom, she thought and took a sip from the cup. It was sour, bitter and cold. But it wasn't that bad, she could get used to the taste.

“This is beer?” Aurora asked.

“Yes, baby!” Mia said smiling.

“I can get used to it,” Aurora said sounding more confident that she really was.

“Hell yes, that's my girl,” Mia said. “Come, I know that Hvitty will love to see you,” she said guiding Aurora to "their" room.

Hvitserk was laying on the bed while he was smoking.

“Oh I see now why you took so long, princess,” he said licking his lips when he saw Aurora.

“I saved our sweet girl from the boredom outside this door,” Mia said while she come closer to Hvitserk crawling on the bed.

Aurora gulped loudly watching Mia's moves, she was wearing a really short skirt, what allowed Aurora to see her small lace panties.

“See something you like, Aurora?” Hvitserk asked.

“I-i...” Aurora stuttered. What she could say? That she was admiring Mia's body? She would never say that out loud.

“What are you guys talking about?” Mia said blowing the smoke.

“Nothing,” Aurora said quickly.

“She was looking to your ass, princess,” Hvitserk said slapping playfully Mia's ass.

“Come here, sit with us,” Mia said.

Aurora move uncertain about what would happen next but she sat on the bed anyways, she made sure to sit carefully to not show them that she wasn't wearing any panties.

“So you were really looking at my body, baby girl?” Mia asked running her long red nails through Aurora's arms. “Or should I say my ass?” Mia continued.

Mia's words and her delicated touch were enough to make Aurora's skin crawl.

“I'm sorry,” Aurora confessed lowly.

“No need to be sorry, we're all friends, right?” Mia said touching Aurora's thighs, feeling her soft skin.

“Right,” Aurora said with a trembling voice.

“I think I defeated all of you hungry wolves,” Mia said to Hvitserk.

“What?” Aurora asked without understanding a thing.

“Shhh,” Mia said silencing the girl, putting one of her fingers on Aurora's plump pinky lips.

“We'll have so much fun together, my sweet girl,” Mia said, now face to face to Aurora.

“I can't wait for it,” Aurora said totally lost in the beautiful green eyes that Mia had.

Mia guided her hands to Aurora's waist, caressing her lightly.

“You're so beautiful,” Mia said caressing Aurora's face, her eyebrows, her cheek bone, her chin, her nose, and when she finally reached for her lips, the door was open.

“I hate to spoil the fun, but I need to talk to Aurora,” Ivar said.

“You've got to be kidding me, Ivar!” Mia said angrily.

“Sorry,” he said shrugging. He almost dragged Aurora out of the room without saying a word.

“Hey, I don't even know you! What exactly do you have to talk to me?” Aurora said trying to get rid from his grip in her wrist.

But Ivar just ignored her and guided her to the same room where he was before, the same room where he had sex with Kelly, Kate, whatever was her name and where he killed her.

He will kill me. He knows I saw the whole thing and now he brought me here to kill me, just like he did to her. Aurora thought.

“So you definitely like watching me, right?” he said.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know you,” she said.

“Do you think you can make me a fool?” he said.

“No, I would never think such a thing,” Aurora said quickly.

“Then stop lying,” he said while he guided her to the couch.

“I didn't want to... I-i am sorry,” Aurora said lowering her head, blushing lightly.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She looked at Ivar immediately. He came even closer to her and started caressing her chin.

“So to obedient, just like a little lamb. A lamb surrounded by hungry wolves,” he said touching her plump lips.

Aurora closed her eyes feeling the goosebumps running through her whole body.

“What should I do to you?” he whispered next to her ear.

“Don't kill me, please,” she begged.

“Kill you?” he laughed. “Why do such a thing when we can have some fun together, hm?” he said and reached for the same knife that he used to kill Kate.

Aurora's heart hammer her chest so damn loud that she's sure that Ivar is hearing as well.

“Please,” she cried.

He brought the knife to her face, traced form her cheek bone until the corner of her lips, marking her with the fresh blood, and then he simply licked her clean.

When his tongue was on the corner of her lips, he couldn't avoid and brought the knife back again. He wet her lips with blood and then started licked her lips, surprising her.

“Ivar,” she said with a trembling voice.

“Stay still,” he said and continued to licking her lips clean.

Once he was done, he bit her bottom lip earning a low moan from her that made him groan.

Desperate for more, she guided her hands to his neck, locking him in place when she pressured her lips on his own.

He pulled her even closer, holding her by her waist, while he pressed the knife on her throat.

It was a kinky, dirty and filthy kiss. Their tongues danced around for what seemed an eternity before he started sucking her tongue into his mouth, making her a moaning mess.

Aurora climbed up his lap and with her shaking hands, she started scratching the back of his neck.

He groaned on her mouth and his free hand started roaming over her body, pinched her nipples through the clothes, and when he reached for her ass he broke the kiss noticing that she wasn't wearing any panties.

“Did I do something wrong?” she almost cried.

“No, little lamb, relax. I'm just wondering if you left your panties in your room,” he said smirking and squeezing her ass.

“Oh, this... Actually, my panties is on your brother's pocket,” she said blushing.

Ivar dropped the knife immediately, he couldn't believe that any of his brothers made their way to her panties faster than him.

“I know that this sounds strange but, Ubbe caught me here and I-i...” she blushed wildly incapable of saying that she was touching herself and that was why Ubbe had her panties.

“Say it,” he said caressing her cheek.

“I was touching myself while I looked at you and that girl,” she said hiding her face in her hands.

“Ubbe came and took you out of here, right?” he asked gently taking her hands on his, kissing her knuckles.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“I guess you're not that innocent then, little lamb,” he said while he was caressing her thighs. “Can I touch you?” he asked already caressing her inner thighs.

“Yes,” she didn't think twice before answering.

He smiled and started rubbing her slick folds. “So wet for me,” he said.

“Ivar,” she moaned his name in anticipation.

“Shh, I'll take care of you,” he said reaching her swollen nub, circling it slowly.

“God,” she moaned throwing her head back.

And then the door opened and Ubbe came closer to them, interrupting them.

“I suppose you're not missing this, right?” he said catching their attention.

Aurora blushed wildly seeing Ubbe spinning her panties on his finger. She quickly made her way to Ubbe picking her panties and wearing it once again. Too ashamed to continue there, she simply ran away looking for Mia.

“I was so close to win this bet, you really had to came?” Ivar said grumpily.

“Where's the fun if it's that easy brother?” Ubbe said playing with Ivar's hair.

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[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: The One He Chose

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: After all this time has Ivar finally caught his wife's trail?

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Anyone working under the delusion that Ivar would accept the fact that his wife had escaped him eventually learned that would not be the case.

His men had stopped their violent search of Kattegat, just as he had promised Bjorn, but he was still searching for her.

Even as the months went on to become nearly a full year.

(Y/N) had been missing for ten months, one week and four days, Ivar was keeping count of his lonely nights. Despite how the people talked he had not let Freydis warm his bed in his wife’s absence.

Instead he spent most of his days and nights in his war room, looking over all the maps of other cities and villages that Kattegat traded with the most. He was furious at the fact that there had been no news from any of his informants, and his relationship with his brothers did little to comfort him.

Bjorn was, as he expected, furious at his sending off warriors to such vital trading cities. He had shouted himself nearly blue when he’d arrived at Ivar’s estate; of course he let the King do his whining and even allowed him to smash his war table in his tantrum, because to him none of it mattered.

His ships had sailed, his warriors deployed and there was nothing to be done about it; not by Bjorn or even himself. Hvitserk, like he always had, chose to remain neutral in the argument. Ubbe was clearly on Bjorn’s side, but unlike Bjorn, Ubbe seemed to understand why he had acted so hastily even if he disapproved of the actions.

Currently Ubbe was the only one of his brothers who had friendly conversations with him, and Ivar would never be able to express how much he appreciated the company in these hard months.

‘Still no news?’ Ubbe asked as they both sat on the beach and watched a merchant ship approach.

‘Nearly a hundred spies and no good news.’ Ivar sighed.

‘No good news?’ the eldest questioned.

‘My spies reported at last that they had a difficult time keeping track of (Y/N) in my time away, she would leave town alone around midday…and would not return home until nearly sunset.’ Ivar confessed, laying back in the sand and covering his eyes.

Ubbe felt his heart begin to beat faster, but he was not sure how much information Ivar truly had on the subject they were discussing.

‘You think she had an affair?’

‘I do not know, that is what tortures me brother. Not knowing things has always angered me, and now it seems I know less than ever. I don’t know if she was unfaithful, I don’t know where she is; all I know is she isn’t here.’

Ubbe had such conflicting feelings battling in his chest as he watched a few easy to miss tears roll down his brother's face. He was relieved to not have been discovered as (Y/N)’s lover, but still he was upset to see his brother in pain and know he was at least partially responsible for it.

‘If you think she was unfaithful why continue the search? Let go of your devotions and remarry, you have no obligations to her.’

'Why would I ever think such a thing?' Ivar asked, his anger visibly raising.

‘I will not let go, Ubbe.’ Ivar said as he sat back up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

‘Not of her, not my marriage and not my anger. I will find her and she will answer every question I have.’

‘But what if you don’t find her? So far it has been nearly a year and you have had no progression in your search. It pains me to see you destroying yourself and your reputation for one woman you can replace so easily.’

Ivar looked over at his brother incredulously.

‘She can’t be replaced, not by Freydis or any woman in this world. She feared me Ubbe, do you understand that? From the day we stepped into that insignificant Christian kingdom, she looked at an army and still she feared me the most out of them.’

‘Ivar, every woman you have spoken to fears you. It would be impossible to find a woman in Kattegat you did not terrify.’

‘I know that, but how many of them would be brave enough to marry someone as vicious as me? How many would make that sacrifice? She could have stayed quiet and let any of those women be dragged away, but she stepped forward. Those Christian men offered her up like a lamb for sacrifice and still she wanted them to live, and was even smart enough to know how to play my mind games.’ Ivar explained.

‘How could I replace a woman like that, a woman that brave, who fears a filthy cripple like me?’

Ubbe sighed and stood up, looking out at the sea and saw that the ship was nearly at the docks, but he decided he could offer his younger brother some advice.

‘You shouldn’t want her to fear you, Ivar. How can anyone love what they fear?’

Ivar looked taken aback, as if he’d never considered not terrifying his wife, but instead of responding he turned his focus over to the ship crew that was unloading the boat.

‘I don’t see how he thought he was secretive?’ one of the men said casually as he helped to dock the ship.

‘He’s young, he’s never smuggled a damn thing and it shows,’

Ivar’s ears perked up upon hearing this conversation and he quickly called the two merchants over; abandoning his own chat with Ubbe.

The two men looked over at the princes curiously; as they had not been aware of the chaotic search for the Christian nun that had occurred while they were at sea.

‘Prince Ivar, Prince Ubbe.’ one of them greeted and the other nodded in agreement.

‘I’m happy that the Gods brought you all back to us, I would like to treat your crew to a small feast on my estate in the next fortnight.’ Ivar said cheerily.

Ubbe quickly understood the game Ivar was playing and he decided he wanted no part in it at all.

He bid his brother a less than polite goodbye and left the two men to Ivar’s manipulation.

A feast for a simple unimportant ship crew was unheard of, especially a feast given by a prince. It would have been considered a great sign of disrespect to decline his hospitality.

The two men thanked Ivar for his unwarranted kindness and went to let the others know that they would all, along with their families, be expected at the youngest Prince’s estate.

Ivar watched the ship crew discuss their surprising treat and he pulled himself up onto his crutches and began to walk back to the markets.

As he limped along his way he subtly motioned for one of his spies, a thrall working outside of the butcher’s stand, to walk along side him.

Obediently the man followed the wordless order and matched Ivar’s pace.

‘Everyone under my purse is to watch the men on the merchant ship that just docked. Every man is to be followed for the next fortnight. I will expect daily reports if anyone fails to report even one hour of their actions I will have them hung.’ Ivar said strictly not looking at the man at all.

As he had wished, his warning went a long way in getting the results he wanted. He received reports in the crewmens’ every action, he’d even gotten reports describing their trips into the woods to relieve themselves.

Still no news of his wife or of what the two men suspected a crew mate of smuggling, but Ivar was sure that this was the right ship.

He had discovered the ship had sailed off the morning after (Y/N) had vanished.

Ivar tasked his thralls with preparing for the feast and he was impressed with how well they had performed.

By the night his feast was set to happen he had large tables sat outside under a cloudless starlit sky and there were heaps of fine dishes and mead as well as wine from England.

The crewmen were all in awe of the extravagant show of hospitality and everyone gave him their thanks in person.

Ivar mingled among them and was pleased that the news of his wife's disappearance had become common knowledge to all of the men.

‘May I speak with you Prince Ivar?’ one of the men asked as he approached the high table.

Ivar was quick to recognize the man as one of the men he’d spoken to on the beach.

‘Of course come with me.’

With a great amount of control Ivar calmly led the man into his home away from the festivities.

‘What would you like to discuss?’ the prince asked.

‘Forgive my intruding, but I have heard of your wife’s disappearance, and I- I think I have some information to give.’ I asked.

This was what Ivar had planned; to give the crew such a grand feast that at least one man would be grateful enough to betray one another.

‘Please, I would owe you an unimaginable debt if you could help me find my wife.’ Ivar said cunningly.

‘I can’t be sure if it was your wife, all I know is that Amund had someone in that crate. We more experienced in smuggling saw him speaking with it, sliding his rations into it even.’ the old man said.

‘A crate?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes, big crate, it could easily fit one person, maybe even two.’

‘Two?’ Ivar said, feeling his grip on his crutch tighten in his anger.

She’d had an affair and ran off with some nobody; she’d decided weeks locked in a crate with another man was better than the rest of her life with him.

‘You said this man’s name was…?’ Ivar questioned, struggling to keep his anger hidden.

‘Amund, strong boy; he went ahead of the rest of us and the first thing off the boat was the crate.’

Ivar took in all this information, trying to piece together what all this implied and he determined he needed more to work with.

‘Tell me, what happened after the merchandise was unloaded. Did he hide the crate?’

‘No, the crate was in the assigned room when we all brought in the rest, still nailed shut too. The Earl granted us his hospitality to rest after our journey.’

Again Ivar was silent, trying very hard to picture in his mind what could have happened. If (Y/N) was in the crate and this Amund was the one responsible for getting her out why did he leave it sealed?

‘Big enough for two…’ he mused, thinking that if there was a man strong enough inside with her he could break out of the crate with her then she could have escaped with him.

‘Was this crate ever damaged, or moved?’ he asked the crewman.’

‘No, at least not to my knowledge, but the journey had been harder on my body than usual in my advanced age. When the Earl offered us rest I rested, but I did hear rumors.’ the man continued.

‘Rumors?’

‘The merchants spoke of one of our crewmen walking into the Great Hall carrying an unconscious woman. I never saw her, but she was the topic of much gossip while we restocked the ship.’

‘Did anyone on your ship see this woman, even a glimpse of her?’

‘I can not say with certainty, I can only say that Amund smuggled someone out of Kattegat.’

The anger for the old man’s lack of knowledge was red hot and only cooled by his relief of finally having a lead.

Thank you for telling what you could, please enjoy the feast with your family. It is a celebration in the honor of you and all traders like you, what would our world look like without brave men like you all.’ the prince complimented as he dismissed the man.

As soon as the man was out of earshot Freydis, silent as death, immerged from the shadows of the dim lit room.

‘Spread the word, I want this man, Amund identified, and followed. He shouldn’t be able to sneeze without me knowing when and where.’ Ivar ordered, his voice much harder than it had been mere seconds ago.

‘For how long?’

‘As long as it takes for him to let down his guard and let the information slip.’

While Ivar’s spies began to focus on Amund, all the way in Denmark, (Y/N) was adapted into her new life.

In the first week of her new life as a thrall she quickly realized two things.

The first was that the life of a nun and the life of a thrall was eerily similar in many regards. An older, more hardened and experienced woman would assign tasks to her and then would judge if the task was completed correctly and met her standards. If she did well she would be given another, often more challenging task, but if it did not meet Hilda’s standards there was punishment.

It was a rare occasion when (Y/N) was on the receiving end of Hilda’s wrath, which was why her punishments always seemed so harsh in comparison to the other girls.

The second thing was that, even despite the hatred the head thrall clearly had for her, she greatly preferred the life of a thrall over the life she had fled from.

Sure the shed the thralls all shared was cold and hardly much of a shelter at all but she slept fine knowing she wouldn’t wake up to Ivar’s rage.

And even better she found other Christians among the women she now shared status with.

It felt as if she had been welcomed into a new church, even if it had only been a small circle consisting of three women of various ages.

There was Kendra, the youngest being only around nineteen who had been captured and sold from York. Dawn was in her mid thirties and was a cook, she had never said where she was from originally, just that she had been only thirteen when she became the old cook’s apprentice. Finally there was Megan who was closer to (Y/N)’s age being twenty four, she was originally from Essex.

After two years of hiding her faith from her tyrannical husband, praying amongst others was euphoric. Holding hands in prayer was what she looked forward to most when she awoke at first light.

Every morning she would be awakened by Hilda whacking a wooden stick against the walls of the shed from outside before the doors of the shed were thrown open.

‘Get up! Work to be done!’ she boomed unnecessarily.

It was common knowledge that anyone still laying down by the time the doors opened would not only be promptly hit with the stick but they also would get no first meal.

The term meal was used loosely, it was only gr Rx bone broth and uncooked crops or, if they were so lucky, scraps from feasts.

Today’s meal was bone broth and carrots, after receiving her portion (Y/N) went to the corner with her small group and they shared a brief prayer over your meal before eating quickly.

‘What is your chore list today Kendra?’ she asked the youngest.

‘Caring for the Earl’s stock.’ was the answer she was given.

‘Be sure you give the chickens enough, the last few we’ve cooked were more feathers than meat.’ Dawn sighed.

‘I will be…preparing for a visitor.’ Megan said quietly, hardly touching her small meal.

At this all of them went silent.

Megan was often used as a cleaning girl around the great hall, but on the rare occasion that the Earl had important company she was a bed warmer.

It was a truly horrible fate for any woman but it seemed to be an especially cruel task for a Christian.

Every night before Hilda came in to order everyone to sleep they all joined hands in a silent prayer, but even still it was obvious Megan only prayed for God’s mercy and forgiveness.

(Y/N) reached out and took Megan’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘God knows your heart and he knows your mind and spirit. He knows what sins you choose to commit and he knows the sins done against you. He will always forgive your sins and in time he will punish those who have sinned you.’ she encouraged.

Megan held onto the hand that she had been offered. Of course all the women of this small congregation were close, but Megan had such a strong connection and admiration for (Y/N).

The lie that Amund had told the Earl was widely believed and widely discussed in the markets. Meaning it was well known that (Y/N) was a runaway bed warmer herself.

It was for this reason that Megan looked at (Y/N) such wonder and great respect. In her unknowing eyes (Y/N) had done the impossible; escaped a lifetime of being nothing but a common whore for Pagans.

‘Hurry up you dogs! There's work to be done and if even one task isn’t completed then no one eats tonight!’ Hilda’s voice boomed.

Realizing that she hadn’t been focusing on her already cooling broth (Y/N) quickly drank the remaining liquid in the wooden bowl and stuck her carrots into her skirts.

Hopefully she would get a moment to sneak away and eat them before nightfall, if not then she would give it away to a beggar.

They all arose and set out to their assigned work locations.

Hilda sent a glare of pure malice at (Y/N) as she passed her on the way out of the shed.

‘If I hear so much as a word against you from the healers I’ll have you flogged.’ the old haggish woman warned.

‘Yes Hilda.’ (Y/N) replied, the air of respect and responsibility in her tone before she went on.

She had been assigned as a healer’s apprentice due to her telling the Earl she had some experience in that field of work.

Her days were spent gathering herbs and roots, mixing and brewing, occasionally there will be a person who is injured or falls so ill they need physical care and when that happens she would be the one to give them care. She would clean them, try to close up or disinfect their wounds and feed them remedies.

Today when she entered the healer’s hut she was met with the now familiar scent of living rotting flesh.

‘Girl.’ the healer, an old ragged woman named Skadi, called to her from the table where she was laying out her supplies.

‘Who is it?’ the thrall asked as she approached.

‘One of the Earl’s blacksmiths; got his foolish self cut and didn’t think to clean the sore.’

‘Infection, can it be treated?’

‘No, but he’ll survive.’ Skadi said sadly as she placed her necessary materials on a tray.

There were ropes to tie off the blood flow and restrain him, a leather strap to keep the man from biting off or swallowing his tongue, and a red hot ax in order to both remove the limb and cauterize the wound.

You hated doing this but it was necessary, the hut stunk with infection but it didn’t smell of death quite yet.

The man was older, maybe forty but clearly he’d lived a hard life to reach that age. He was quiet but his chest was heaving as if he had been fighting for each breath. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was turned away from his rotting hand.

It truly was disgusting to see a hand that mangled. The wound was still open, but no longer bleeding leaving an open gash caked in blackened blood and crusted puss.

She went about tying him down, making sure to be extra precise when restraining the arm that would soon be handless.

This was how she spent her days, in the hut with the sick and injured. It was a far cry from her old life in Kattegat. She was no longer a prince’s wife that was tended to by a full staff of thralls. Now she was herself thrall and she was called upon to do hard, truly hard, work and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaving the hut for the day (Y/N) found herself exhausted but hopeful that the man would be ok once he was rested.

As she made her way back to the shed she chomped on the carrots she had stored away from breakfast, thankful to have them at least in case someone really didn’t finish their chores and no one was given dinner tonight.

It was as she finished her last carrot that something compelled her to look over at the beach as she neared the shed.

There was a ship, of course there was a ship at the beach; where else would a ship be if not at sea. That wasn’t what made her stop in her tracks, it was undoubtedly a Kattegat ship.

By no means was (Y/N) an expert on such things but after two years she could single out Floki’s handiwork from any other boat builder.

Those sails, the dragon figurehead…that was not a merchant ship.

With her heart racing she hurried into the shed and huddled into the corner where she slept, but she did not lay down.

She just sat with her hands fiddling with the threads of her skirts, as she thought back to the morning conversation she’d had.

A visitor, an important enough visitor to be offered a bed warmer.

How had she not thought to ask who this visitor was? She prayed with all her heart that it wasn’t Ivar, but there was no way to be sure.

No, Ivar couldn’t know which boat you snuck onto, even if he did he wouldn’t just devote himself to hunting you.

At least not personally.

Ivar was a prince of a wealthy kingdom, as well as a respected warlord in his own right. What man would dare to disobey him if he ordered them to find you.

Everything was hitting her all at once.

She would have to leave tonight…run until she made it to the next town.

With what? No food, supplies or weapons to protect yourself? This wasn’t like the cold journey to Floki’s that last night. This would be a three day trip by foot. Not to mention it was no longer winter. It was spring and roads would be busy and therefore dangerous. A woman in rags traveling alone was little more than an invitation for a rapist on his way.

It wasn’t ideal by any means but it was either risk the dangers of the road or stay and be turned over to Ivar by whatever man Ivar had sent after her.

‘(Y/N), you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ Kendra said as she sat beside her.

‘Not to be dramatic, but it feels as if I have.’

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When She’s Real. Part 17 Of “When He’s Not Around” series.

it looks just like.......

him. it looks just like him.

ivar releases a choked breath, a smile alighting his face.

torvi smiles, handing ivar the small baby, so he may clean it and cut away the feeding cord.

ivar leans down, biting away at the cord and throwing it to the floor, cuddling the child close to his chest.

he takes the rag from torvi’s hand and starts cleaning the blood from the child.

he blinks his tears away, smiling blissfully at the baby.

“she’s beautiful” you weakly call out, making ivar remember what was happening.

the harsh reality of it all.

ivar’s eyes drift from your hooded ones, to all the blood covering the floor.

“oh, love” ivar croakes, holding the baby girl close to him as he moves closer to you.

hvitserk was shaking lightly as he finished stitching you up.

“we need water and wrappings” torvi says, grabbing hvitserk by his shoulder and moving him with her out the door.

hvitserk pauses by the door, his eyes flickering from the baby girl, to you, his once beloved wife who lay dying on the cold wood floor.

“congratulations” hvitserk says softly, sound.......genuine.

you slowly look from your child to hvitserk, giving him a smile.

“thank you”.

he nods, slowly leaving with torvi to gather supplies.

ivar looks to you with hurt as you moan with pain.

“i am sor-”.

“don’t. do not apologize. do not be sorry for this beautiful child you blessed me with” you say, cutting him off.

ivar wipes his tears away, motioning to all the blood.

“look what i did to you” ivar whispers.

“this is not your fault, ivar” you say, and just as you do, the little girl in ivar’s arms makes a sound of content.

the two lovers look to the baby, and smile, their hearts aching with love and adoration.

“we have to n-name her” you whisper, feeling your body become colder and shakier.

“what shall we call you, little one?” ivar cooes, making you smile.

it was ivar’s, no doubt. his eyes, his chin, his.......everything.

but, she had your nose, your cheeks, your lips.

she was utterly beautiful.

every moment of you and ivar together flashes through your mind, every laugh and smile, embrace and kiss. it’s all coming back.

the sight of ivar, holding your child, was the last sight you saw before your eyes closed.

ivar smiles at his daughter, throwing the dirty cloth away as he finishes cleaning her.

he looks to you, and his smile fades, his panic is risen.

“(y/n)?” he asks, your name quivering on his lips.

“(Y/N!” ivar shouts in panic. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!”.

but no one came.

ivar grabs the closest blanket untouched by blood and places it on the floor, laying the baby down.

“no, cmon, please!” ivar cries, placing both hands on her cheeks, lightly tapping.

“please, love. please don’t leave me” ivar sobs, leaning in and pressing his mouth to hers, trying to breathe her back to life, back to him.

“i love you”.

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Le Trio Mortel

This is for readers 18+ 

This is a spooky awesome collab I am doing with @grungyblonde and @laketaj24 I love these girls and I love this fic!! I hope everyone enjoys this and if you haven't read the prologue yet, read it HERE 

1821 New Orleans

A chill of relief shot through my body when the younger looking, undead woman handed me my grimoire, “I thought it was lost forever.”  I said, looking back to the pale woman, her cheeks were sunk in and she was so thin she didn’t look like much of a threat. She seemed relived and excited as she raises to sit on her knees and said, “My name is Melisandre D’Amour. And I seek refuge and revenge against the vampire coven of New Orleans.”

“Melisandre come sit with me. It seems we have a lot to discuss.” I said, reaching out a hand to help her off the ground. Her hands were ice cold, “first, you need to feed.” I look over my shoulder, “Leandro.” Leandro sauntered over to Meli, “take off your shirt.” He obeyed and waited for my word, “kneel.” His brown skin glistened in the candlelight and I run a sharp nail up his toned, muscular back. When I got to the top of his head I yanked it back exposing his neck to her. Meli looks up with a mixture of emotions in her eyes, “go on, you need to eat,” she opens her mouth revealing her fangs and she, hastily, clamps down on his neck. I think to myself, she must be new at this because this girl was a messy eater. She was done in seconds and Leandro’s limp body fell to the floor. I waved a hand, and someone dragged his heavy lifeless body away. “Thank you.” Meli said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I nodded in response.

“Tell me Meli, how did you come to possess my grimoire?” I asked running my fingers over the cover of my sacred book as she began her story.

“My father was an affluent aristocrat in France and he moved me and my mother to New Orleans a few months ago to flee from the war. One night, I was at a party with my parents when, none other than, Count Saint Germaine came up to my father and asked for my hand in marriage. My father refused, he thought I should make my own decision on who I wanted to marry. After that, everything was kind of a blur. The Count moved so fast, there was blood everywhere and I looked around and everyone was dead, including my mother and father. The Count took me to, some kind of, cellar and asked me if I would be his wife. I spit in his face.”

I let out a scuff, I like this girl, she is feisty, I thought to myself.  She continued, “He turned me shorty after I refused him, and he chained me up. I knew my soul left me and I could feel my body changing into something else, something different. All I could think about was my hunger. He starved me and kept me chained like that for days, weeks, I honestly don’t know. He thought he would wear me down, make me bend to his will. I remember the darkness of the cellar. The longer I was down there the more my eyes adapted too little to no light, to the point that candle light would make me squint. My hearing was so sensitive, when the Count would bring someone into the room, I could close my eyes and hear their thick, rich blood pumping through their veins, and it was all I could think about. So, one day I over heard the Count talking to someone about you Marie.”

My eyebrows shot up, revealing how intrigued I was at her story, “Yes, go on.” I said, encouraging her to continue. “He spoke of a very powerful spell book that he possessed and a soul he trapped, away from you. On the night I escaped, I knew I had to find you and return this to you.” She said reaching out and touching the book. “Marie, you are the only person that can help me inflict the pain and suffering the coven deserves. I pledge my undying loyalty to you Marie Laveau.” Meli finishes.

I leaned forward and reached out my hand and touched her cold, pale cheek, “They took someone very dear to me too.” Her eyes grew, “The soul they are keeping trapped is my lover. They killed the love of my life like an animal in front of me and they are keeping his soul from me. I need it back for when a strong and righteous vessel comes along his soul will enter and we will be reunited.” I nodded and said, “I will grant you protection and I will help you avenge your family’s demise.”

 Present day, New Orleans

Ragnarssons POV

He gripped her golden tan skin hard pulling her against him. She was hot and wet around his aching cock. Her moans were melodic and so fucking sexy, “Ugh I-I’m gonna…” Ivar woke up, panting in a cold sweat, to Hvitserk snoring in the room across the hall.

***

He had the same recurring dream about the woman every night for a month. It is what caused Ivar to talk his brothers, which wasn’t very hard, into flying to New Orleans. He didn’t know why it had to be New Orleans, it was like something was calling him there. His brothers loved the idea right away and they were pumped to party on Bourbon Street. Ubbe had been on his phone most of the flight over researching the best tittie bars and drive thru daquiri shops, Ubbe was always on that damn phone and it was his younger brother’s biggest pet peeves. Hvitserk on the other hand, hasn’t stopped talking about all the amazing food he was ready to eat. Right when they got off the plane and headed to their Air B&B, Hvitserk made Ubbe pull over so he could run into Café du Monde to get some beignets. That boy was always eating something.

Ivar attempted to go back to sleep and it wasn’t happening, so he sat up and pulled out his laptop and started looking at cool things to do in New Orleans. He was scrolling through a list of haunted ghost tours and the computer jumped to a page for St. Louis Cemetery. A chilling whisper drifted across Ivar’s ear, like someone was right there next to him, “come. Come to me,” it said.

***

The sun’s up and Ivar is sitting at the kitchen bar drinking a glass of water when Hvitserk walks in, “Ivar, check this shit out. Ubbe, come on man show him.” Hvitty says motioning his oldest brother to come over, “show him the picture on Insta.” Ubbe held up his phone and there was a picture of a huge bloody mary with an entire fried chicken sticking out of it. “We are going right now.” Hvitserk said excited.

After a delicious breakfast the boys started walking down a street by the French Quarter. Hvitserk, was trailing behind Ivar with Ubbe and was already discussing what he was going to have for lunch, “I definitely want some fried catfish, some etouffee, oh and I gotta have some gumbo.” Hvitserk continued to spout off any dish that was remotely southern while Ubbe was face deep in his phone, looking for Odin knows what. Ivar turned down an alley way and his brothers, not paying attention to where he was leading them, followed him. “Come to me.” He heard the cool whisper again. Next thing he knew, they were all standing in front of a blood red door. “Ivar, where are we?” Ubbe asked, finally looking up from his phone. “I don’t think this is where the brewery tour is.” Hvitserk said. Ivar didn’t even knock, he just, pushed the door open and saw her, the woman from his dreams.

Marie’s POV

Before the door opened I knew he was there. I turn in my chair slowly and stop when I saw his familiar piercing blue eyes. He looks just like my soul mate from so long ago. All three men in front of me were gorgeous. They all resemble each other so it is easy to assume they are brothers.

“Tu es revenu vers moi.” I say under my breath. I turn to my right and Charlot has stopped grinding herbs in her mortar and pestle, she is distracted. Of the three men, her eyes were scanning the toned body of the oldest brother.

My gaze turns back towards the three men in front of us when Melisandre slides out of the shadows behind them. She feed recently, and I know she can control herself around them but it’s a matter of if she wants too. She hovers behind the tall one with his hair tied in a bun, “mmm this one smells delicious.” She says making the man jump and turn to look at her quickly.

“Bonjou, what is it I can do for any of you today?” I ask already knowing their answers. Still studying his uncanny resemblance to my lover, he answers honestly, “ugh I really don’t know. Something drew me here, like something was calling me.” I let a smirk slide across my face. I am the reason he is here. I cast a simple spell, so I could find an ancestor of my lover Baron, and here he is, standing in front of me staring with those same crystal blue eyes. “what are your names?” I ask and each of the brothers rattle off their names like roll call, “I’m Ubbe.” Says the older one, “I’m Hvitserk.” Says the one with, I think the kids are calling it, a man bun. “And I’m Ivar.” My blue-eyed lover says. He is perfect, and I knew in this moment he is the vessel I had been searching for, for so many years.

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Fever - part 14

Hi guys, I am alive, just busy. I wanted to give you a little drabble for Fever, but, as always I got kind of carried away, so I decided to call it a new chapter. 

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Paring: Alex x Reader x Marco

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You were sitting on the couch and you were extremely bored. You wanted to do something with Marco and Alex today, but they said they want to watch a football, to be more specific – Danish derby. You rolled your eyes and sighed in annoyance. It was Sunday afternoon and you wanted to do something more exciting than watch 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes. You tried your best to change their mind, but they were really stubborn, especially Marco. He wore his FC Brondby shirt and to be honest, he looked absolutely delicious in it. You tried to seduce him couple times, but he kept ignoring you and watched the game intently. You sighed and started reading a book, sitting between them, your head on Alex’s shoulder. Alex played with your hair, but his eyes were glued to the TV screen.

“Come on guys, this is boring!” you tried again, but they kept ignoring you. You figured out, that trying to talk with Marco is pointless, so you started bothering Alex.

“Alex please, talk to me,” you said and scratched his leg with your nails lightly.

“Not now, babe!” Alex hushed you and you groaned.

“Fuck!!” Marco shouted and you saw that the other team scored a goal. Great, they will be extremely grumpy after the game, you sighed again and tried to read that annoying book you borrowed from your coworker. You thought that they will talk to you in the half time, but they discussed the first half and you felt like you are invisible. You could walk around them naked and they probably won’t notice. You kept reading your boring book when Brondby finally scored a goal. They both cheered loudly and you raised your eyebrow. They were like a little kids. Alex yelled something in Danish and Marco grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. He caught you by surprise and before you had a chance to react, his attention was on the TV again. You threw away the book and watched the game with more interest now, silently rooting for the Brondby team to score again, wanting another kiss from Marco. Next time you won’t let him go so easily. But unfortunately it was the other team, who scored again. Marco threw his head back, and put on his best bitch face. Truth to be told, he looked so god damn hot, when he was pissed. He made himself comfortable on the couch and spread his legs wide. You gulped and tried your best to avoid looking at him. He didn’t notice your hungry look, but Alex did and soon you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“Don’t you know that staring is rude, Y/N?” he asked and chuckled.

“Shut up,” you blushed and hit his shoulder.

“You want him, don’t you?” he provoked you again and you felt your cheeks turning red.

“Too bad, that he keeps ignoring his naughty little kitten,” Alex continued and you started squirming.

“And you would love to ride his dick like there's no tomorrow,” Alex kept teasing you.

“Didn’t you want to watch the game?” you asked him with hoarse voice.

“This is much more interesting at this moment, babe,” he giggled and you wanted to smack him over the head.  

“It’s so obvious that you desperately want to crawl between his legs and suck him real good,” Alex’s words and the sight of Marco already made you wet.

“Alex!!” You whined quietly.

“What’s up, babe?” he smirked.

“Stop it!” you begged him, but he was ruthless.

“I don’t think so. I bet you are already wet for him” he teased you again.

“Why don't you find out for yourself?” you snapped at him.

“Hmm, I won’t touch you right now, babe. You look so hot, when you are this desperate,” he smirked wickedly and bit the top of your earlobe playfully.

“You are terrible person, Alex,” you whimpered and studied Marco’s focused face. He looked so serious and yet so delicious. Alex was right, you wanted him and you wanted him bad.

“Noooo,” Alex suddenly shouted when the other team scored their third goal. You carefully looked at Marco and he didn’t react at all, he stared at the screen and then rolled over the couch and disappeared in his bedroom. You felt sorry for him, he seemed really sad and disappointed. You stood up, ready to follow him, but Alex stopped you.

“Let him be, Y/N. He is in really bad mood right now,” Alex warned you, but you didn’t listen to him and followed Marco inside his bedroom. You found him sitting on his bed, with his head in hands. You stopped next to him and caressed his hair hesitantly.

“I am so sorry that your team is losing, Marco,” you said quietly. He didn’t reply but he pulled you closer to him. You stood between his legs, slowly caressing the top of his head. He buried his head into your belly and sighed deeply. That moment lasted for a while, and you didn’t know what to do to make him feel better. You took his head in your hands and kissed his lips softly.

“Please don’t be sad, I hate to see you like this,” you begged him and he gave you a tiny smile.

“Come on Marco, I want to see that beautiful smile of yours,” you encouraged him and he smiled softly at you.

“See, that’s my boy,” you smiled back and caressed his cheek gently.

“Thank you, kitten, this was what I needed,” he finally said something and your heart flattered.

“Anytime, baby. There is no need to be sad over some stupid football game,” you said without thinking and his eyes turned dark in seconds. His reaction was quick and before you knew it, your back hit the bed.

“What did you say, kitten?” he growled and you shivered. You have never seen Marco so pissed and you kind of enjoyed that.

“I am so sorry,” you tried, but he wasn’t listening to you.

“Do you think that I didn’t notice how you were looking at me the whole evening?” he growled and you gulped.

“Do you think that I didn’t notice your hungry looks? It was so distracting, I couldn’t really focus on the game. So kitten, I think that it’s actually your fault that they are losing,” he said and you looked at him in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious, Marco,” you protested but he silenced you with rough kiss.

“I think I have to punish you, kitten,” Marco growled again and you felt the goose bumps forming on your skin. Marco quickly got rid of your clothes and started kissing your naked body teasingly slowly.

“Fuck Marco, you said you will punish me!” you protested and he smirked against your skin.

“Yes I did, kitten. Going at it slowly is the worst punishment for you,” he said and slowly circled your nipple with his tongue.

“Marco, please!” you begged but he ignored you. He was avoiding your nipples for a very long time, driving you insane. You were nearly crying, when he finally flicked his tongue over your sensitive nipple. His tongue was dancing on your erected buds, earning deep moans from your lips. He teased you with his teeth and you were moaning his name quietly, gripping his hair into your fist, trying to pull him closer to your chest, make him suck your nipples, but he only laughed and kept teasing you. You hummed when you felt his hand sliding down your body to your soaking wet pussy. He kissed his way to your ear.

”I love to make you this wet, kitten,” he purred into your ear and touched your clit lightly.

“Marco, please!” you begged him, twisting your hand into his yellow shirt.

“What do you want, kitten?” he smirked and kissed the side of your neck, while his fingers ghosted over your cunt.

“I need your long fingers inside me, Marco, please,” you whined shamelessly, begging him with your eyes.

“Is that what you want, kitten?” he chuckled and rubbed your clit gently.

“Yes” you moaned loudly, biting your lip, looking deep into his green eyes.

“I am not sure if you want it enough, Y/N,” he teased you and nibbled at your bottom lip playfully.

“Please, Marco! I was thinking about your fingers in my pussy the whole afternoon,” you admitted and enjoyed the satisfied look on his face.

“Is that true, kitten? Is that what you were whispering about with Alex earlier?” he asked and slowly slid his two fingers inside you.

“Not exactly,” you admitted.

“So what were you talking about?” he asked curiously.

“We were talking about how much I want your cock,” you said and he stopped fingering you and you whined.

“I think that I should give you what you want from me, kitten,” Marco said with lust clouded voice. He already forgot about your punishment. All he wanted was to be inside you as quick as possible.

He pulled down his black shorts, revealing his already hard cock. You wanted to touch him, but he smacked your hands away, no touching tonight, kitten, I have to punish you after all, he smirked and filled you slowly.

“Fuck, Marco!” you moaned deeply and enjoyed the feeling of being filled by his thick cock. Marco started moving slowly, rocking his hips in and out of you. His lips found your nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers.

“This feel so good, Marco babe. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you begged him, scared that he won’t let you cum. But it was not his intention. He kept thrusting into you, his hand was suddenly on your neck, choking you lightly, making you roll your eyes in pure pleasure. He kept his slow pace, slowly bringing you to a powerful orgasm. You felt your belly tightening and you were so close. Marco started pushing faster and faster and you felt your walls pulsing around his cock, bringing him closer to his own release. You came hard, moaning his name, breathing heavily, pulling him down for a loving kiss. He followed you quickly, kissing you back passionately. When you finally pulled apart you saw Alex leaning against the door frame.

“It ended 3:1,” he said to Marco and winked at you.

“Well, Marco just scored too. Do you want to equal the score?” you said and licked your lips seductively.

“So, are you telling me, that I have to score three times now?” he laughed already taking off his shirt, jumping on the bed to join you in another eventful Sunday for the three of you.

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Protection: Part 5

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1137

Warnings: Talk of rape

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: After being raped by the Ghoulies Sweet Pea helps you through it.

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Sweet Pea’s POV

It’s been months since Y/N told me she was pregnant and since I kicked her out… The Serpents wouldn’t talk to me anymore and FPp took my jacket. He said if he ever saw my face at the Wyrm again he’d beat the hell out of me. I lost all my friends, hell my family! I lost my world…

I wanted to get her back but I fucked up big time. Nothing I could do would make up what I said or did. I just wanted to hold her… I wanted to take care of her and her child. I wanted it to be our child. I’m so stupid! How could I say it wasn’t a child!? She’s so caring, of course she’d want to keep it…

Y/N’s POV

I was now eight months pregnant and as promised I let Cheryl throw a party. Her and Toni decorated the Wyrm for the baby shower. They had a table in front of the stage, perfectly in the middle. Half the table was pink and said girl while the other half was blue and said boy. There were pink sweets on the girls side and blue sweets on the boys side. Each half of the bar was decorated for each gender. When you walked in you had to vote on what each twins gender was. So far most of the Serpents wanted two little boys while the girls wanted two little girls, a few of my friends voted on one of each. Of course there needed to be alcohol so Veronica suggested a mimosa bar. They set it up on the bar and it was kind of funny seeing a tough biker gang drinking mimosas.

It was a great party and everyone was having a great time but I still just wanted Sweet Pea to talk through those doors… I invited him without anyone else knowing and I really hoped he’d come because I still loved him. I was sitting in a chair opening gifts when the doors opened. Everyone looked up and there he was, the love of my life. My face lit up and tears distorted my vision.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Cheryl growled getting up and walking over with her arms crossed.

“Um… I was invited…” He said standing there awkwardly.

“No you weren’t.” Toni said getting up and stood next to her girlfriend. The rest of the Serpents got up and followed the two girls.

“Get out of here you asshole!” My brother growled.

“Enough!” I shouted standing up and walking over to the group.

“I invited him.” I said and everyone looked at me shocked.

“You invited him? Why?” Jughead asked. Instead of answering him I grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand and walked outside with him.

“Before you hit me or yell at me or whatever can I please say something?” He asked once we were outside. I nodded and waited for him to speak.

“I am so, so, so, sorry about what I said. I’m an asshole and I shouldn’t have said the child wasn’t a child, or that it wasn’t yours, or that you shouldn’t keep it because it’s from a rape. I should have known you’d want to keep it, you’re the most caring person in the world and you’ve always wanted to be a mother…” He said with a sigh.

“I know you won’t let me back in your life but I miss you so much…You’re my world and I just want you back. I want to take care of this child, I want to be apart of this. I love you and I’ll love this child, I promise you.” He said with tears in his eyes. I gently placed my hand on his arm and he looked down at me. I smiled at him and placed my lips on his.

“I’m not totally forgiving you but god did I miss you.” I said once I pulled away. He looked at me shocked but placed his hands on my waist.

“Sweets, I love you and I want you to be part of this life. That’s all I ever wanted…” I said and a few tears fell from my eyes.

“I’ll take care of you and this child.” He said and gently placed a hand on my large belly.

“I’ll do everything I can to make up for what an asshole I am.” He said and kissed my head.

“Let’s go enjoy the party.” I said with a smiled and grabbed his hand. The two of us walked in and everyone gave him an angry look.

“Calm down everyone, everything is fine.” I said with a smile.

“What!? You’re just forgiving him? Just like that?” Fangs asked.

“He’s not entirely forgiven but I want Sweet Pea in my life.” I answered and they all just looked at me.

“Look, I love him and if you can accept that I want him in my life and my child’s life then the two of us can leave.” I said and everyone sighed but nodded. We sat down and finished opening gifts then it was time to revel the genders. Betty and Jughead had gotten a heart shaped blue and pink pinata. Toni and Cheryl filled it the colored candies. FP set it up in the middle of the bar, they moved all the tables and stuff out of the way and handed me a bat to hit it with. Everyone had their phones out ready to record it and see who was right. I was getting ready to hit it when I saw Sweet Pea standing off to the side awkwardly.

“Hold on a sec.” I said and then walked over to him, he looked at me and I smiled up at him.

“Come here.” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the pinata with me. I handed him the bat and a few people groaned, aka Cheryl. Sweet Pea looked at me confused and I just smiled.

“Go on, don’t keep everyone waiting.” I said and he gave me a small smile. He still didn’t realize it was twins so this was going to be a great surprise for him. He took the bat and smashed it into the pinata a few times. Pink and blue fell from the heart and everyone cheered. Sweet Pea dropped the bat and looked at me.

“What?” He asked shocked.

“I’m having twins, a boy and a girl.” I said with a huge smile.

“Wait, twins?” he asked with wide eyes. I nodded and he picked me up twirling me around.

“Careful!” I laughed and he put me down.

“Right…sorry.” He said putting me down and scratched the back of his neck.

“We’re having twins?” He asked nervously. I nodded with a smile.

“We’re having twins.”

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Griffenholm Confessionals: Ubbe: The Teacher’s Pet

A/N: This a part of a collaborative work featuring myself, @ivarsshieldmadien, @akamaiden and @ivarswickedqueen!!! There are other parts!!!  I tagged everyone on ivarssheildmaidens list lol and added a few but our list are close to the same minus a few. 

The Story of Hvitserk and Mia- @ivarsshieldmadien Griffenholm Confessionals: Ivar - @ivarswickedqueen Head Cannons: Everyone lol  Warnings: SMUT. 

Every class had their perks, English had Samantha with the wide hips and cute smile. She knew every line of Shakespeare and every word of Great Gatsby, which sounded even better coming from her when she was beneath Ubbe. Their Thursday night study sessions had saved him Junior year. In Algebraic Statistics there was Lena, she knew every formula to solve any equation and even the perfect angle to make him cum in two seconds. Griffenholm definitely had it’s perks last year, but not this year. This year Lena changed schools and she wasn’t there to save him from shit he couldn’t figure out.

“And chi squared is,” The teacher pauses. “Mr. Lothbrok!”

“Fuck me.” Ubbe mumbled as he sat up in his desk. “Mrs. Fitzpatrick, you have a question for me?”

“Define Chi Squared?”

“I can’t.” He smiles. “I really want to, but I haven’t had the chance to actually read my math book this year. Ivar burnt it.” He blushed winking at the girl smiling ahead of him. “And it has seriously put a hurting on me learning wise this year.”

“That is unfortunate, how about you stay after class this afternoon and copy the entire chapter into that binder you have there and next time you will be able to answer the question. No excuses will be tolerated this year. Not even from a Lothbrok.” She warned pulling her glasses to the tip of her slender nose and then back to dry erase board. She’d had Bjorn and he wasn’t a trouble maker like these last ones that had come through the school. She’d dodged a bullet not getting Ivar and Hvitserk, Ubbe perhaps was the most tolerable out of the intolerable. But he was even an ass.

Ubbe said nothing looking down at his phone texting his brothers.

Ubbe: Can’t meet right after class, detention.

His phone vibrates repetitively and he’s sure it’s Ivar, he never could send just one message. The class is dismissed, and he checks his messages.

Ivar: Just Fucking LEAVE.

Hvitserk: I’m with Mia anyway.

Ivar: You two fucking suck.

Ivar: And sincerely Fuck you both

Ivar: And who the fuck moved my guns?

Ivar: Stay out of my shit.

Fitzpatrick is calm walking around the classroom retrieving a book from underneath the counter she unintentionally revealing her thick legs, honey in color and a unearthing temptation. Ubbe watches her as she bends over whipping her hair over her shoulder. He groans and adjust himself in his underwear. Maybe math wouldn’t be that horrid this year after all.

She stands and his eyes lock onto the blank page. “You are to read this chapter an try to grasp a clear understanding of what is going on in this class. Don’t you think about your future Ubbe?”

“I’m certain that I have no worries.” He shrugs opening the book.

“Why are you certain about this Mr. Lothbrok? You have a failing grading in this class. I won’t pass you because I’m scared of you or your brothers. You will have to earn everything you want in this class room. Is that understood?”

Ubbe doesn’t speak standing from his desk walking over to the door to pull down the blinds. “Why aren’t you scared of me exactly?” He says leaning against the white board.

She moves across the classroom towards him. The anger bleeds in her long strides and he’s een more sure when her finger digs into his chest. “Young man, I see nothing here worth being scared of, you are an intimidator. You canno-,” Ubbe’s hand cups her face and she looks taken back. “What are you doing?”

“Wondering why the fuck you’re so angry?” He smirks leaning in to kiss her. Fitzpatrick moves at first but his firm hold on her head. His lips crash into hers and they part allowing his tongue to flick against hers and her groans from the struggle of his hold turn into moans of pleasure. Her hands land on the desk as she stumbles backwards and Ubbe lifts her up on the desk and spreads her legs. “Do you think you\’ve earned the right to come Ms. Fitzpatrick?” He whispers.

“This is wrong.”

“Yeah, and so was that answer.” He smiles pushing his hands up her legs noticing she has no underwear on. Ubbe steps back. “You fucking temptress you.” He grins. “You’ve been walking around here waiting for me for how long?” Before she can protest he slips is fingers into her and watches as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Oh, you’re fucking beautiful.” He thrusts his fingers slow and then speeds up and admires her hands gripping the desk for balance. Right when he can hear her breath slow, toes curl and walls clench around him he withdraws. “I’m not sure you’ve earned that Ms. Fitzpatrick.”

She whimpers from the feeling of emptiness and her legs lock around him. “Ubbe Lothbrok.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you want?”

“At least a C so I can get out of this place?” His lips ghost her neck and then his fingers reenter her soaking pussy. “Tell me yes.” He pleas. His hands grip her thighs and his belt buckle clangs against the desk. She positions herself for him. “You haven’t answered me.” His voice is low lustrous as he strokes himself from hilt to tip. “I can do all of this myself, to your fucking picture better yet in front of you while you ache for me?” Ubbe pauses. “Is that what you want?” She says nothing and he strokes himself a few more times and releases a groan that sends her eyes to him. Ubbe is thick and longer than she expected. “Speak up.”

“I’ll do it.” She rushes. “Whatever you want, fuck me?”

He lifts her from the desk and sits back in her chair. “You’re the teacher aren’t you?” He flourishes himself guiding her to take charge and she does. She positions herself over him and lowers down. “Oh fuck me, Fitzpatrick you’re so fucking tight.” He watches her slowly begin to rock and completely takes charge fucking up into her with long, hard strides.

“Oh god.” She says gripping his shoulders to keep her balance. “Harder.”

“You sure about that, baby…” He leans up gripping her hair and pulling her face so that her eyes are hooked on him. “Looks like your struggling taking it?” Her hand connects with his face and he grins as if the pain aided to his arousal. “Oh fuck, do that again.” Ubbe grips her hips slamming her down onto him. Fitzpatrick screams and he laughs. “You better calm down.”

She bites down on his shoulder muffling her screams and then she comes, her legs shake and eyes roll as his name flows off of her tongue. Ubbe moves quickly, fucking her with her chest flush against his until he’s near his climax and he slows down.

“I would really be the teacher’s pet if you had my child don’t you think?” He grunts pounding into her. “Fitzpatrick with a Lothbrok baby.” She tries to lift herself and he pulls her back down spilling into her. “Don’t run now.” He said with his final thrust.

“Ms. Fitzpatrick! I have a que-, oh fuck.” The door opens and she scrambles off of him fixing her dress. The student runs out of the classroom and she shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about Alfred.” Ubbe says fixing himself. “Worry about next Thursday and how you should leave the panties home then too.”

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