#biker hvitserk

[spencerreidlivesrentfreeinmyhead]

Moodboard for something I’m thinking of writing

[geeky-introvert]

That neck tattoo 💀😍

@grungyblonde I had to share it XD

[imaginesmai]

Ubbe-The sweet baker and the bad biker (SOA AU) (2)

The original idea was from @recklesslonelyblond! I will make a third angsty part, because you already know I live for angst. I hope you like it, here is the first part if you haven’t read it yet!

I’m not quiet happy with the first part, so I made a huge gap of time with this one. It’s placed a year later, but everything is explained.

Plot: Ubbe has finally found what he needs, his safe place, his home. His sweet baker.

Warnings: FLUFF.

Ubbe was sitting in the bar, reading the new “demand” that Hale had given to the sons; since the deputy discovered that Ubbe was your friend, he had been giving SAMCRO a hard time. The biker was trying to find something wrong, something that could get them out of the mess. The paper said that the sons had been present on the shooting that happened a few weeks ago outside Charming, where two black guys were found dead. They were involved, of course, yet there was nothing that could place them there. But he couldn’t find something that proved Hale wrong.

-          So, you and the baker. -he heard his mother talking, and he looked up. -What was her name again?

-          Y/N, mum. -Ubbe answered. -And there is no me and Y/N, we’re just friends.

-          Friends who have sleepovers and talk through the phone until late night. -Hvitserk added, who was sitting beside him with the computer. -Just like teenage girls.

-          Does she braid your hair, Ubbe? -teased Tig as he let out a loud laugh. -And does your make up?

-          Why don’t you shut the fuck up, hm? Don’t you have anything better to do?

-          Take care pres, your nails might get scrapped.

Soon, all of the guys were teasing Ubbe about you. It was true that, lately, Ubbe spent a lot of time with you; and that when he came back, he was happier. It had been nearly a year since you came to Charming, and it had not been a day where he didn’t see you. Sure, there were some times where he had to travel away with the club and that shit. But when he came back, he made sure to spend all day with you and with Sully. Ubbe threw one of the pens on his desk to Hvitserk, who was mocking him with Tig; and it hit him in the front, making him fall down. All of them laughed until Aslaug talked again.

-          I want to speak with Ubbe, boys. Alone. -she said with a voice that left no place to argument. They all left, including Hvitserk; she might had been his mother, but even he was scared of her. -As I was saying, you and the baker.

-          Her name is Y/N, mum. -he frowned. -She’s not the baker or another part of your game, she’s Y/N and she’s a person. Who is not related with the club.

-          But she’s related with you. -she raised a brow.

-          Well yes but-

-          Then she’s my business. -Aslaug interrupted. -I couldn’t help but search a little about her.

-          Of course you did. -Ubbe rolled his eyes.

-          She was Jax’s friend. And now, she’s here running the most famous bakery in Charming.

-          There’s nothing wrong with that.

Aslaug was his mother, yet he did not trust her with you. He knew that she would kill for the club; before him, his father, Ragnar, was an important member of the club. The president before Jax. When he was killed, Aslaug stopped trusting people; maybe that was the reason why things were alright in the club then, but Ubbe knew that she could be a danger to you.

-          Oh, no. -she smiled. -What is wrong is that we have received nearly ten demands from Hale in less than a year. The deputy has been a pain the ass lately, since your baker arrived.

-          She has nothing to do with that. -Ubbe scoffed. -Hale has always been a pain in the ass.

-          Yeah, but lately-

-          Y/N is a good person, mum. Hale is her neighbour and is just jealous that I spend so much time with her.

-          If Hale searches deep enough, Ubbe, he will find things against us. -Aslaug got up from her seat and walked towards Ubbe. -And if he does, all of us will be going to jail, just because you got a silly crush on a stupid girl. Is she worthy risking our safety?

-          Stop being so paranoid. -he glared at her, getting angry. -You don’t know her, but Hvitserk does. And he will tell you there is nothing wrong with her. Besides, Hale got nothing on us.

-          Maybe we can change that. -she smirked. -Bring her to Friday’s dinner.

Friday’s dinner at the club were not like an usual dinner. There was alcohol, drugs, croweaters, and a lot of people who were in the bad side of the law. The sons invited other clubs who they had business with, and they created an environment dangerous and dark. Ubbe thought about your kind smile and your innocent eyes, and got angry at her mother for ever suggesting it.

-          This conversation is over. -he said, getting up and walking to grab his vest. -Y/N is not coming over neither you will meet her. She will stay out of the club. And that’s an order from the president.

-          So there is a “you and the baker”. -she let out a soft laugh. -I didn’t know if what the boys said was true, but seeing you all riled up about her is enough. Try not to show that you’re crazy for her, Ubbe.

-          Wh-I’m not! -Ubbe turned around with his vest half-put to see his mother already leaving.

-          Tell her I say hi.

-          How did-

But she already gone. It was not hard to guess where Ubbe was going; everytime he wasn’t at the club, he was at your house or at the bakery. In a way, you were his anchor. He understood why Jax left the club; it was all too much. Too many guns, too much death, and too little peace. Ubbe would have left if it wasn’t for you, the sweet baker who held his heart.

Ubbe jumped on his motorbike after looking at the sky. It would be night shortly, and you probably were at your apartment by then. He had wanted to help you to clean the bakery and then take you home. Sure, you had a van, a new one thanks to Ubbe and Hvitserk. But he enjoyed taking you to work each morning and bringing you back, and he did so whenever he could. On his way to your apartment, as he heard the rumble of the motorbike, he thought about his mother’s words.

It had been a year since you two met, and still, you hadn’t kissed once. He was infatuated with you, that for sure. And sometimes, he swore that you wanted to kiss him too. Like that time when he surprised you on your apartment.

Ubbe had been away for the whole week, fixing some things outside the country. Usually, when he travelled with his brothers, he spent the week getting wasted in a pub and enjoying some croweater’s company. But that Monday’s night or any other day he didn’t touch any girl; he stayed in the motel they rented while their brothers enjoyed the night, thinking about his sweet baker. It was almost mid-night when he decided he couldn’t do it no more. The sons still had to attend to some things there, but if he was fast, he could be back in the morning. Sure, he could have called you, yet your voice wouldn’t be enough that time. With care of not waking up Chibs, who was sleeping besides him, he walked out the door and started his bike.

He drove above the speed limit that night, and when he arrived to your apartment door, he called you.

-          U-Ubbe? -your sleepy voice greeted him, and he almost felt bad.

-          Hey darling. -he smiled. -Did I wake you up?

-          Kind of. -you laughed. -I drifted off on the couch. The movie was too boring without your snarky remarks.

-          Oh, that’s flattering Y/N. That means you miss me?

-          Of- Sully, no, bad girl!

Ubbe heard barking and your muffled voice as he was propping in his bike, watching with a smile how your light was still on. He kept hearing to you trying to fight off Sully as he walked up the stairs. Luckily for him, the main door was open.

-          Sorry, Ubbe. She has heard your voice and gone crazy. -you sighed. -Guess she misses you too.

-          I miss my girls too. How has been the bakery today?

-          Good! Mrs Lowman has told me that her son is getting married, and she was so excited. She wants me to do the wedding cake.

-          That’s amazing darling. -he was then on the first floor, trying to make no noise.

-          And your day? When are you coming back?

-          You know, club things. -Ubbe hated to tell you thing about the sons; not because he didn’t trust you, but because he thought you were better than that.

-          Are you all alright? I’ve made some cookies for Hvitserk for when you come back.

-          Oh, and I don’t get anything?

-          I might or might not made the cake you like so much. -you said. -You know, that one with cream and sprinkles.

-          Y/N, you didn’t have to. -he chuckled. -I know it’s expensive and takes you a lot of time.

By then, he was on the second floor. Ubbe was walking without turning on the light; he knew it made a strange noise and he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. So guiding himself by the wall, he continued walking.

-          Well, I did it. -you laughed. -But I might have to give it to Sully, because it will rot if you don’t come home soon. Come on, when are you coming? I miss you.

-          I miss you too, darling. -he smiled. -The trip is planned until Wednesday, but I will have to go sooner if I want to taste the cake, won’t I?

-          I can do it again, Ubbe, don’t worry. As long as you’re safe, I don’t care how long it takes. -you were going to say something else but Sully’s loud barks interrupted you. -Sully, stop! Come one, the neigh- ow!

He was in front of your door, and he could hear Sully running around the apartment; also, he could hear your voice, from the phone and from inside the door. The dog must have smelt him, because she ran to the door and Ubbe heard her paws on it.

-          God, Ubbe, I will have to hang up. -you said, and that time Ubbe knew you were on the other side of the door, trying to get Sully back. -I don’t know what has gotten into her, she’s crazy.

-          Maybe there is someone outside the door?

-          Who would be -you stopped, and Sully used that hesitation to bark and scratch at the door again. -How do you know she was by the door?

-          What can I say, I can’t just resist a good cake, darling.

As soon as the door opened, Sully greeted him with excited licks and happy barks. He tried to make her lower down a bit, but she was wo excited that she even fell back. One or two neighbours shouted not so kind words, so he had to walk inside and close the door. While the dog circled around him and searched for his hand, Ubbe looked at you. You were in your pyjamas, some sweatpants and a big blue t-shirt. And you were looking at him as if you saw a ghost; you eyes wide and your mouth trying to say something. Just when he thought it hadn’t been a good idea, you jumped into his arms.

Ubbe stumbled a little, but caught you and pulled you close. He had missed how your body fit perfectly with his, how you smelt and, most important, how you would look at him like he was something in that world. You pulled away from his shoulder, yet your legs stood around his waist.

-          Wh-what are- I mean, how did -you interrupted yourself with a laugh. -Why are you here?

-          Most of the guys were out in the pub. -he smiled, noticing how your faces were inches away. -I had a little free time since I didn’t go, so I thought that what I wanted most was to see you.

-          You’ve driven here? -you rose your brows. -Ubbe, it’s the middle of the night! You could have had an accident.

-          Then I would have crawled here, Y/N. -he bumped your nose with his. -Because I missed you a lot.

A little giggle left your lips, and your breath hit Ubbe’s mouth. His eyes went down to your mouth, that was curved into a beautiful smile. And God help him, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to stay with you a whole life, hiding in your apartment where nothing could get you. Without really noticing, both of you got closer until your lips nearly touched. Just when you were ready to close your eyes, the annoying noise of your door made your pull away. Ubbe let you on the ground and pet Sully as you opened the door, revealing a concerned Hale. That night, neither of you slept, and you talked until he had to go in the morning. As he rode away, your face accompanied him in the whole trip

He shook the memory away when he almost crashed with a car, and focused on the road again. By the time he got to your apartment, it was already night time. He jumped two stairs at a time, holding his helmet against his side. When he reached the third floor, he heard Sully barking and your soft voice begging her to lower her barks. He knocked loudly twice, and waited until your bright smile greeted him.

-          Ubbe. -you smiled, moving so he could enter. -I thought you weren’t coming today.

-          Sorry, got held up with some club business. -he threw himself on the couch, petting Sully with one hand while the other was behind his head.

-          Would you like anything else, sir? -you faked a bow. -Are you comfortable enough?

-          I would be more comfortable if you would sit here with me.

-          Let me finish dinner first. Are you staying? Because I was making food for two.

Ubbe smiled, feeling relaxed and free for the first time in his day. It was like he had finally found his home; you were doing dinner for the both of you, a comfortable silence in the apartment with the TV on the background, and Sully on the floor used to Ubbe’s presence. Yeah, the sweet innocent baker was his home.

[panimation]

The Heathen Kid - Vikings

okay so idk what my monkey brain is doing but here is another thing i guess (gif from google)

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I leaned forward, hoping it would make my bike go ten times faster, but sadly I was still stuck at max speed. The bike stalled shortly, making me gasp and my backpack to lift and fall from the jolt. I turned to see how far they were from me, and turned back to the road quickly when I felt another stall. I looked down at the bike, as if I could see something happening, and then looked up to find a trail I could lose them on.

I was an idiot for thinking I could outsmart them. Of course they would know I was watching their house, and obviously they would know if I got into their computers. Dumb fucking move, me, dumb move.

There was dirt spread on the side of the road, signalling a trail, so I hit my front brakes and twisted the bike, front wheel lifting off the ground as I took off again. The wheel spun on the dirt and gravel, my heart beating faster knowing this was not something I had put my bike through, ever. The bike stalled multiple times, lights flashing on and off as I slowed down. “No, don’t do this!” I yelled, pushing it to go faster. It did, taking me around a bend but then couldn’t take anymore. The wheels skidded onto a back road, 

The handlebars locked on me, and the bike shut itself down. I screamed as the bike rolled right into a dense part of the trees, branches scraping the metal before I hit a small mound. It pushed me back onto the side of the road making me scramble to get off the bike before it fell. I was too late. My foot got caught under the exhaust, and I winced. The bike was still a little heavy for me to lift, so I had to push a few times before it budged.

The roaring from the main road scared me back to what was happening. They were nearing and I was going to die.

Slipping my foot out, I stood and tried to lift the bike all the way up. My hands slipped and I stared in disgust. Some liquid was soaking into my gloves. Leaning down to see what was on the side of the seat, I saw gas leaking onto the pavement and dirt, a rock resting underneath the overturned motorized vehicle. I put my hands on my helmet, pacing a few steps away and then back.

“Fuck!”

I stood on the path, breathing heavily for a moment, before I made my decision and ran into the woods leaving my only way out on the ground behind me. The heavy rumbling from the other bikes echoed around me as they neared and neared until I heard engines being cut and voices speaking up. I quickly, ducked behind a clump of small trees and tried to slow my breathing as I slipped a little.

There was low talking for only a few moments before a slow whistle dragged thought the woods. I leaned back against the trees, taking quiet deep breaths. Something was off though. I inhaled through my nose, lifting my head in confusion. I was so far from my bike, why was I still smelling the gasoline? I looked to my hands, wiping them on my jacket, when my eyes caught on to something else. My sore foot was covered in gasoline, after being under the tank when it ruptured.

I held my breath when I saw the small trail of gasoline on the leaves just behind me. I turned my head, following the trail with my eyes before I looked up, staring right into the eyes of one of them.

I jumped back, falling to the ground as a tree root betrayed me. He laughed loudly, taking menacing steps towards me. I rolled over, pushing myself up to run. A foot kicked me back down, knocking the air out of me. His laughter grew as I crawled now, whimpering at the new pain in my back.

He grabbed me by my jacket, turning me onto my back and shoving me harshly into the leaves and twigs. I tried to fight off his hands but he grabbed mine, leaving me nearly defenseless. I grunted, voice showing fear as I struggled to pulled my hands from his tight grip.

“Over here, brothers!” He yelled out, voice deep and boyish. I struggled more, trying to kick him off of me. He laughed again and pinned me down completely, leaving me with no room to do anything. I growled, pushing as hard as I could, but to no avail, as the guy weighed a ton and clearly worked out more than me. My backpack sat uncomfortably under me, things being crushed.

Leaves crunched all around me as the others made their way to where we were, all of them forming a circle of some sort. The guy on top of me lifted himself up, pulling me up by my arms. I yanked myself backwards in attempt to make him let go, but he held a tight grip.

“Just you, runt?”

One of the men stepped towards me, and I tried to reach for my knife, panicking. The guy holding onto my arms twisted my left arm into a painful hold, making me stand on my toes to try and stop the pain while my backpack pushed up against the back of my helmet. The older man smiled, grabbing my knife from the worn down strap it was in. My eyes welled up with tears behind the helmet visor.

The guy twisting my arm pushed harder, making me reach up to try and pull his hand away. “Why in Hel were you at our house?” He asked me, leaning close to my helmet. I shifted my head against my bag, not sure if I should motion to it or not.

The older man stared right at the visor, as if he could see my eyes clearly. “We will find out anyway.” He grabbed my bag and yanked at it, straps sliding past my shoulders. The guy holding my arm let me go briefly, the bag being pulled from my arms, then shoved me to the ground, pinning me down with his foot. I watched in fear as the older man, Ragnar, I had realized in that moment, went through the papers before pulling most of them out.

A smaller plastic bag fell out, hitting the dirt. He dropped the papers and reached in, pulling more of the same bags out and dropping all but one. Food.

“What is this for?” He stomped towards me, a few papers and a bag of food in one hand. He pressed them against my chest and grabbed my jacket roughly. The guy had moved back, letting Ragnar take control.

I held my hands up in surrender, eyes shut tight. “Why did you steal from us?” He continued to jostle me around, the papers crinkling under his hands. As I didn’t answer, he stood up and he turned away frustrated.

“By the gods, father look.”

An older guy stood further from me, holding his phone for Ragnar to take. He scrolled for only a second. “And that was it? That was the only page pulled up?” He asked, handing the phone back and going to pick up the scattered papers:

Grocery orders printed out, and highlighted food items, with the location written next to them.

Both of them looked at me, gears turning.

“Sigurd? You have the bag?” A long blond haired boy moved forward, pulling a small bag from around his neck and rummaging through it. “Light or heavy?” He asked, looking up. Ragnar looked over me, then grabbed my jacket to lift me up. He looked back to the blond boy.

“Light.”

I watched in fear as the boy pulled out a syringe, and advanced towards us. My feet were barely touching the ground, so all I could do was try and kick Ragnar. He only laughed and dropped me, pinning me down and picking up the dagger he had taken from me.

“Have you had your shots yet?” He smiled, tearing the shoulder of my leather jacket with the sharp object and then ripping it further with just his hand. I could feel the muscles of my shoulder straining as I tried hard to push against his grip, and a new cut from the dagger stinging. 

Ragnar pressed his elbow against the bottom of my helmet so I couldn’t move my left side at all, and I tried to grab at him. I held back whimpers of pain as his grip and the pressure of his arm grew. A small prick at my arm made me jump, but I couldn’t see what was happening. I continued to push against Ragnar holding me down, and I tried to kick him again.

“Shhhh, you’ll feel better in a minute.” He spoke quietly to me, leaning closer to my helmet. There was a faint ringing in my ear before it became louder, and it was then when I realized everything felt heavy. I tried to push harder, but my muscles felt limp, and I could feel my body relaxing with every move. “That’s it. Just go to sleep.”

I looked for something close enough to hit him with, my head spinning and my eyes unfocused. My hands searched the leaves and grass, faintly grabbing when I thought something was heavy. Ragnar grabbed my wrist and held it tight, making sure I couldn’t do anything.

I strained to keep my eyes open, breathing in slowly to try to convince myself that I had enough strength to escape still. The sun hit me right in the eyes, leaves in the tall trees blocking it every few seconds. 

“Get the bike.”

“We’re alone?”

“Yeah.���

I could see myself, standing in that damned room, and watching for anybody coming in. However, I was also watching the trees sway as the last of my strength went dormant inside me.

“You know you can’t go.”

“This time, it’s for me, okay?”

“Looks like you’re coming with us runt.”

The last thing I saw was one of the younger men lifting me up and then the back of his boots as I was thrown over his shoulder.

“How do I know you’re coming back?”

“Why would I lie to you?”

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Queens of Odins Eye Chapter 10

An SOA/Vikings Collab with @courtrae89 @imgoldielikehawn @laketaj24

Agent Gray’s POV

“I didn’t have a choice! Brii saw it in a vision when she touched me! They almost fucking killed me!” Hvitserk’s hands were over his head as I pressed my glock into the center of his forehead.

I lowered the gun a little as I laughed in disbelief, “Seriously? Goddamn, all of you are fucked in the head. Brii doesn’t have fucking visions. She might be off her fucking rocker but she’s not fucking psychic.”

“Well she knew exactly what we were planning!”

I rubbed my forehead with my hand looking down at the dirty floor of the abandoned warehouse, still chuckling sarcastically. “God, you’re a fucking idiot,” I said, more to myself than him.

“I touched her and-“

“And there’s a million different reasons why she might have that information. AND THEY ALL LEAD BACK TO YOU BEING AN IDIOT!” I screamed as I threw my arms out.

Hvitserk’s eyes were lost now as he tried to reason with me. “It’s for the best. It never would have worked. They’re off the hook now, they’re not coming for retaliation. We can still leave. It doesn’t matter.”

Idiot. “You fed me false information.”

I kept him at gunpoint as I searched for the cell in his jeans pocket, thrusting it into his chest when I found it.

“Call Ubbe. Tell him you’re in trouble. That I got you and you’re hurt.”

Hvitserk just looked at me, confusion in his eyes. “They’ll know it’s a setup. They’ll know I’m lying.”

“Yeah you’re right.” I said simply, my voice as void of emotions as I was in that moment. And then I lowered my gun to his knee and pulled the trigger.

He let out a blood curdling scream as the bullet shattered his kneecap, falling to the floor instantly. His face was a mixture of shock and unbearable pain as he clutched at the wound, already spilling blood over his hands and onto the floor.

“Now you won’t be lying. Make the call.”

Hvitserk hand was shaking so bad that he could hardly hold the phone so I punched the number in myself and held it at his ear.

“U-ubbe,” he sobbed when the call picked up, “You have to come, s-she shot me! I’m bleeding out man!”

I could hear a muffled voice on the phone and what sounded like shouting.

“That warehouse on 8th,” his words were merely a pitiful whimper now. “Please come, it—“

I snatched the phone from his hand before throwing it on the floor and smashing it with my heel.

“W-what are you going to do?” Hvitserk was curled up on his side, eyes squeezed shut as he drew ragged breaths.

I squatted down until we were face to face and gave him a sweet smile. “Oh I’m not going to do anything.”

I could see the shock register as he opened his eyes and watched two dozen member of the 8, all armed with assault rifles, surround him, ready for the ambush. Ready for war.

I kissed him lightly on the forehead, tasting the sweat beading on his clammy forehead. “Bye Hvit. I’ve got a plane to catch.”

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Vikings Masterlist

(on hiatus)

Writing

Aquarius - Viking Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)

Burnt Toast - Hvitserk/OFC

Cheated Hearts - Ivar/OFC for the Blind Dates Event

Chef Hvitserk (links to the back and forth that started the ficlet to begin with)

I've Got Dreams To Remember - Incubus Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)

Gimme Candy I've Never Had - Halloween Party at the Lothbroks (NSFW)

Lose My Breath - Ubbe/Reader (NSFW)

Movie Night - Ubbe/Reader/Hvitserk (NSFW)

My Queen - Ubbe/OFC (NSFW)

Nail In My Coffin - Supernatural Creature AU with Vampire Ivar, Vampire Hvitserk and Werewolf Ubbe

The Present - Hvitserk/Reader on Christmas Eve (NSFW)

Stars - Ubbe & Hvitserk

Sugar (sparked from a small discussion about Ivar and Hvitserk being upstairs neighbours)

Under the moon, the wolves gather - Werewolf Ubbe/Reader

ONGOING

Stupid Games (featuring Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar) (NSFW) - Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part 1) Chapter Three (Part 2)

Moodboards

The Mythology AU

Assorted Moodboards Part One

Assorted Moodboards Part Two

Incubus Hvitserk

The Greek Mythology AU

Find them here!

Other Moodboards

Biker AU Assorted Moodboards

Rock Band AU with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

Spoil Her Rotten - with a quote from the great story by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Breakfast in bed with Hvitserk

Date night and day with Ubbe for @adrille88

Beach holiday with Ingrid

Hvitserk and Ubbe moodboards for @adrille88

Florist Hvitserk for @adrille88

Painter Ivar for @istorkyou

Incubus Hvitserk for @adrille88

Steampunk Hvitserk for @adrille88

Professor Ubbe for @mrsalwayswrite

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Requests

Rapunzel (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Chef Hvitserk (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as a drag queen (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as a soldier (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as Ken doll (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

The Ragnarssons as strip club owners

Ivar with horses (for @punkrocknpearls just because I wanted to make something for her)

Delinquents Series Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Requests for my 400 Followers Celebration

Hvitserk as a food truck owner and bartender for @quantumlocked310

Ubbe and Torvi

NSFW Ubbe

NSFW Ubbe and Hvitserk

Punk Hvitserk for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Hvitserk as a tattoo artist for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Ivar as a photographer for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Ivar as a carpenter for @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Fairy AU

Challenges

Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s 500 Follower Challenge

Goldilocks and the Three Bears with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

Jack and the Beanstalk with Hvitserk

Rumpelstiltskin with Lagertha

Bambi with Bjorn Ironside

The Frog Prince with Hvitserk

Sinbad the Sailor with Bjorn and Sihtric

The Pied Piper of Hamelin with Ivar

Snow White with Ivar

Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s Hot Summer Challenge

Mediterranean Sea with Ivar

Music festival with Hvitserk, Ubbe and Ivar

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1K Followers Celebration Masterlist

Here's my masterlist with all of the amazing contributions from all these incredible people. A huge thank you to everyone who has participated.

Here's the link to the original post with the rules and prompts -> click me!

Moodboards:

-Futurastic Hvitserk and Ivar AU by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

-Time Traveler Jamie Fraser AU with drabble by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

-Band of Brothers Bikers AU by @tvserie-s-world

-Daredevil/Punisher Pirate AU by @sausagesquirrel

- Ragnarssons in Hogwarts Houses by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

- The Witcher Dystopia AU by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

- The Witcher Rock Band AU by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

- Monster Hunters Ivar and Hvitserk AU by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

- Regency AU Tommy Shelby by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Writings:

- Meet Cute AU with John Shelby by @sophieshelby

- The Light /Peaky Blinders Royalty AU by @runnning-outof-time

-Crescent / Peaky Blinders Supernatural AU by @lilyrachelcassidy

- Fractured and Fallen // TLK/Vikings post-apocalyptic crossover AU by @solinarimoon

- Roommates / modern TLK roommate AU by @emilyhufflepufftlk

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You can request about any of the characters above, or any other masterlists I have (here), always following the Requests Rules. My main blog is @imaginesmai​

💕:Fluff

🎈: Funny

💋: Smut

😭: Angst

⭐: Personal favourite.

🥇: The most popular fic in each category (it might change).

Angst Alphabet

Fluff Alphabet

Prompt List 1

Kink-November

UBBE RAGNARSON

25th of December (1) (2) (MILITARY AU):   😭

When Ubbe’s gone, the only thing you have left is hope. (ON GOING)

Dance Teacher (1):   💕

Ubbe’s Friday is not going as well as he would have liked it. Yet meeting his daughter’s dance teacher is going to change that. (ON GOING)

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)  🎈

Heartbeat AU (1) (2) :   💕 😭

Your heart doesn’t allow you to have a normal life, but it does beat faster when you meet your new doctor. (COMPLETE) 

Imagine 1

Imagine 2

Imagine 3

Imagine 4

⭐  I’m with you:  😭

 Ubbe wants to make peace with the Saxons. He doesn’t care what it takes, but when you decided to follow him in the middle of the night, he’s not so sure anymore. 

⭐ Lagertha’s Daughter (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) :   😭

Lagertha plans on attacking Kattegat, soon, and you, her daughter and Ubbe’s lover, just ask her to make you a promise (COMPLETE) 

My Viking Prince (1) (2) (3) :   💕  💋

You’re Alfred sister, princess Y/N. All your life, you have believed that love is all about pleasing your husband and making him happy or that’s what your mother told you. Now, prince Ubbe is making you see things differently. (COMPLETE)

Once upon a fairy tale: (Preface)

Ubbe Ragnarson knew three things: that he would inherit the throne when his father died, that he should get married soon to assure that throne, and that he hated Y/N Ealhmunding. And those three facts were related. Because your hand had been promised to him since you were young kids, and now it’s time to fulfill that promise.

As princess of king Ecbert Ealhmunding, you also knew three things: that the laws for a kingdom ruler weren’t fair, that your father had done everything he could for you and your future, and that you hated Ubbe Ragnarson. Not only you hated that they had decided your future without you, or that you were expected to leave every braincell behind once you married, but also that the same boy who you had hated since childhood would be your husband.

Every summer, Mercia and Wessex try to make you both fall in love. And they fail.

But this summer is different, because a series of tragic and unfortunate events brings you closer to Ubbe than ever.

You’re no longer mischievous kids pulling pranks on each other, but responsible adults looking for what’s best for your country. And trying to survive in the meantime.

Say that again:  

Ivar has never liked you, Ubbe Christian lover, and he makes that very clear.

⭐ The sweet baker and the bad biker (1) (2) (3) (4) (5): (vikings x SOA crossover)   😭

Ubbe, as the new president of SAMCRO, goes to the new bakery to see who is the owner and if he or she is a threat for Charming. He finds you, a sweet, cute and innocent girl who doesn’t hesitate to make him fall in love (COMPLETE)  

🥇  They learn about periods  🎈

Together:   😭

Sigurd’s death threaten to tear not only your world but your relationship apart. 

What you deserve (1):  😭

Ubbe knows that you’re pregnant with his son or daughter and that he needs to leave Kattegat if he wants to protect you. What he doesn’t know is if you’re going to make it. (ON GOING)

Winner’s prize :  💕 😭

Ubbe has put his life again at risk, but this time there are things in between that makes it different

Your daughter’s first boyfriend  🎈

HVITSERK RAGNARSON

⭐ Angst Alphabet (Tattoo Artist!Hvitserk) (1)  😭

- N for Nothing  😭

- O for Offended  😭

- P for Pressure  😭

- Q for Quake  😭

- R for Rob  😭

- S for Surgery  😭

- T for Time  😭

- X for Xx  😭

Crush AU (1) (2):  💕  💋

Shitty job, shitty life, too much stress. What’s better to solve those problems that your hot, handsome and funny roommate’s brother? (COMPLETE)

⭐  First time being a dad (MODERN AU)

  🎈

Him (MODERN AU):  😭

Hvitserk and you are seeing each other behind your boyfriend’s back, his half-brother Magnus. And leaving the latest isn’t easy.  

His lady:   😭

You’re his lady, he’s your prince. 

Home:   😭

What do you call home when you have lost everything? You come back to Kattegat to fight Ivar, but it’s hard to know that Hvitserk will be there too.  

Imagine 2

NSFW Alphabet  💋

Octopus:  💕

Hvitserk is sick and just wants cuddles. (can be read as the second part of him)  

Rewrite the stars (Song inspired)  💕

Soon to be husband:   😭

Hvitserk’s back from raiding only to find you promised to another man. It’s up to him do something or not about it. 

Taken :  😭

You are taken by the saxons, along with your soon to be husband, Hvitserk. And you do not hesitate in protecting him, not caring about the consequences 

🥇 ⭐  They learn about periods   🎈

They don’t know about us  💕

You know that Kattegat will never approve of your relationship with Hvitserk, not matter how hard you try. But you love him anyway.

⭐  Your daughter’s first boyfriend   🎈

IVAR RAGNARSON

Angst Alphabet  😭

Checkmate:  😭 💕

Ivar hasn’t always been the murderous king we know. There was a spark initiating the fire.   

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)   🎈

Quiet days:  💕 💋

Ivar is in a bad mood and it seems like only you can fix that  

🥇  They learn about periods   🎈

Your daughter’s first boyfriend   🎈

BJORN RAGNARSON

Angst Alphabet  😭

First time being a dad (MODERN AU)

  🎈

Imagine 1

🥇  They learn about periods   🎈

Your daughter’s first boyfriend   🎈

ALFRED

Something that there wasn’t there before (Song inspired)  💕

[imaginesmai]

Ubbe-The Sweet Baker and the Bad Biker (SOA AU) (4)

This will have five parts, I have already finished the last one so I’ll post it as soon as I can! I hope you like it @worldisadirtyplace, I’ve really enjoyed this idea since the begining.

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3

Plot: He’s not ready to lose you yet.

Warnings: talking about Nazis so->  discrimination towards black and jewish people, women; too much violence and bad words. I DO NOT SUPPORT ANY OF THIS THOUGHTS OR ACTIONS; THEY ARE PART OF A BAD CHARACTER

When you were six, you told your mom that you were sick of big cites. Since you were a child you had hated big crowds, noisy people and enormous buildings. You enjoyed better the calm in the villages, the silence and the small houses with chimneys. You cheered the moment where you would start a new life in a quiet place, where no drama could come to you. In that moment, Charming was not that place.

You were right, Ubbe had come. He had finished the problem with the major and, after looking for you in your apartment, he rode towards the bakery. Ubbe knew you were putting a lot of effort in that cake for Mrs Lowman, so he guessed you would be baking while Halfsack was asleep in the chair, wanting to go home. He didn’t expect finding his prospect dead in the floor, his sweet baker crying and shaking while being held by a Nazi, and Mrs Lowman unconscious. There was a second where no one said anything, and when a sob with Ubbe’s name left your bruised lips, all hell broke.

Darby pushed you inside the bakery, making your trip over your own feet and fall over a chair. You received a few kicks as you covered your face, hearing Ubbe shouting profanities and threats towards the men. There were a few shots and you prayed that none of them were directed to your biker. Someone grabbed you by the hair and walked towards the kitchen, where he closed the door; the last thing you got to hear was the roar of more motorbikes.

-          What do we do? -Weston moved from one side from another. -Fuck, you should have thought before hitting her!

-          You were the one threatening her with a fucking oven! -Darby screamed back, not letting go of your hair.

They started arguing in the kitchen of your bakery; a place that had been sacred for you for nearly a year, then had become hell. Darby was talking about killing you before Ubbe broke through that door. Even if the kitchen was isolated from the rest of the bakery, you could still hear gunshot and some screams form there. The majority of them was from Ubbe, who kept calling your name between threats and death wishes. Weston, who got quite scared because of that, wanted to use you as a bait to get out. While they screamed at each other, Darby still held you by your head, pulling at it roughly sometimes.

-          I thought we agreed that the sons were out of reach! -Weston screamed. -Look, we give them the baker back and that’s all.

-          And what image would you give us, hm? You would seem a whiny bitch. -he threw you to the ground only to grip your arm back, making you sob even harder. -Oh God, can you shut up?! I can’t think between all those tears.

-          Let me just-

Before you could understand what Weston was saying, Darby pushed you against the desk where Ubbe had been working and hit your head with it. You fell to your knees feeling the world spinning, and seeing fourth men in front of you. With a hard kick to your chin, the world turned black.

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In all his years in SAMCRO, Ubbe had killed a lot of times. In an arranged shooting, a surprise attack, to protect his family… He had lost count of how many people had died on his hands, but he felt each one of them. It was a weigh he was condemned to carry until the day of his death; it was the responsibility of the club, what made Jax Teller quit. Every life he took away was more than one; it was his or her family, a life full of friends, a job… Those things used to chase him at nights, when the only thing he could do was to drown in alcohol and croweaters until he passed away. Then, you appeared.

He found his sweet baker, a light in his life, and he found again a reason to smile. His sins were not forgiven, but he cope with them by trying to make you happy. For the last two weeks, since you kissed and the problem with Weston happened, he thought about the life he had. He felt closer to Jax than ever, it was the same situation, Jax left because Tara and his son were threatened and he wanted a better life, so did Ubbe. But he also knew that he couldn’t do that. Ubbe couldn’t left the presidency to the old Chibs, who wanted nothing more than to live his last years in peace; to sweet and cheerful Hvitserk, who was his little brother and, deep down, a very good person. So, two days ago, Ubbe Ragnarson decided to stop selling guns and focus only on the porn studio.

It was going well; his mother didn’t talk to him and some of the guys disapproved his choice, but for you it was worthy. Ubbe worked extra hard and was finally achieving it when he saw your crying and trembling form being dragged into your bakery. He didn’t really remember much after that, only a blinding anger. Ubbe was furious, livid. So angry that he didn’t care about the bullet hitting his shoulder or about the lives he was taking away. He was only focused on getting his sweet baker back.

In some moment, more sons joined him. They were always around Charming somewhere, so it was obvious that they would know if a shooting was taking place. What first looked as a loosing situation for Ubbe, quickly turned into a mass of dead white-power supremacist’s bodies. More of them came out of the shop, which seemed to be a rat hole of scum like them. Bullets were shot and a few car’s windows were shattered. The only thing that busied Ubbe’s mind beside you, was the display of your bakery. There were glasses scattered across the floor, some of them incrusted into Ubbe’s elbow; yet he didn’t care.

-          Y/N! -he shouted for the tenth time, watching as the kitchen’s door was closed. -For fuck sake, you better let her go if you don’t want to beg for your life! Y/N?!

-          Does it have back door? -Tig asked as he shot down another man, looking worriedly at Ubbe. -Someway out so they could leave?

-          No, I would have sneaked in before. -Hvitserk smirked by his side. -Go, we’ve got this covered.

-          But-

-          We’ve got this. -Hvitserk smiled at his big brother. -Chibs’ taking Mrs Lowman to the hospital, we can’t do anything with Halfsack.

-          We’ll hold this motherfuckers, don’t worry president. -Tig gave him a swift pat on his shoulder.

With a grateful smile, Ubbe shot two more times and ran inside the bakery. The sons formed a barrier outside so that no man could shot at their president. Inside, everything was quiet. There were a few chairs in the floor and the remains of a bowl stained with blood. Ubbe walked slowly towards the kitchen, hearing muffle voices until he tried to open the door and found it locked. You were there, and some stupid lock was preventing him from hugging you between his arms. If he thought he was angry before, he was wrong.

-          Open the fucking door before I rip it off. -he said in a low grunt, aggressiveness dripping from his voice. -Now!

-          I don’t think you realise how this works, Lothbrok. -Darby said.

-          I know that you’ve got someone really important for me in there. -he punched the door once more. -And that if you don’t give her back now, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your shitty life.

-          Oh, your baker? She’s a cute thing, isn’t it? -Darby laughed. -Is she a good white whore? Because some say she’s always attached to your dic-

-          Shut up! -Ubbe gave a hard kick, making the door vibrate. -If you say one more word about her, I’m going to cut your tongue off.

-          So much threats for a boy who’s locked out. -Weston said. -For all you know, we could be fuck-

Ubbe’s punch to the door was so hard that the men really thought he was going to break it. He felt his breath caught on his throat and the tears on his eyes, and had to get everything in him to stop the sobs. There were a few seconds of silence, where he took a deep breath before talking again.

-          What you do to black men and women? -Ubbe said. -It’ll be paradise compared with what I’m going to do with you.

-          They’re all empty threats. -Weston replied, and Ubbe was glad to hear hesitation in his voice.

Suddenly, a curios fact appeared in Ubbe’s mind. That week he had discovered that the business of pures and cigarettes was not only that; they also sold drugs and guns. They had been selling them for a while, and that’s why the sons wanted to end with them. But he had discovered too that Weston and Darby weren’t best friends. Darby had gone behind Weston’s back and was making his own money, sending guns and drugs to Hispanic people. People who Weston couldn’t stand, so it was his secret. A secret that Ubbe was going to use, not knowing if it would be chaotic or fantastic.

-          Do you think he has your back? -Ubbe asked. -That, if you come out from here alive, he’s going to keep up with you, Weston?

-          What are you talking about?

-          Don’t fucking-

-          He won’t, let me tell you. -Ubbe interrupted Darby. -You think we’re scum because we’re dealing with the niners? Why don’t you ask him about the Mayans, Weston?

-          M-mayans?

-          You don’t know what you’re talking about! -Darby shouted. -Weston, don’t listen to him. He just-

-          That’s why you leave so much? -Weston’s voice was angry.

An argument came up between the two men, and their voices turned into angry screams. While Darby tried to justify himself to Weston, Ubbe was trying to unlock the door. It was blocked with something from inside, but Ubbe used the loud screams to throw his body against the door a few times. Not having heard your voice yet was worrying him to no end, you could be dead for all he knew. Or worse. His sweet baker was locked up in a kitchen with those mad men, and he wasn’t working fast enough. Later, he would feel the hole in his shoulder, the glass on his skin and his bloodied knuckles; in that moment, his only worry was you. He was so focused on his task that he blocked off the conversation for a few minutes. It could have been minutes, second or hours; when he stopped abruptly, the shouts no longer there.

Ubbe could still hear the gunshots behind him, the shouts of the sons and some faucet dripping. But he couldn’t hear Weston and Darby, and while the thought of killing each other should have been recomforting, it wasn’t. He knew something was wrong. First, the smell hit him like a truck. Ubbe didn’t know what it was, just that he had smelt it before; and it wasn’t nice. It was acid, bitter and strong. What made him realise that it was the smell of your oven was the smoke that was coming from under the door. Before he could think anything else, he shouted for his brother.

-          Hvitserk! -he turned around and locked eyes with him. -Hvitserk, need you here! Now!

-          What? -Hvitserk asked out of breath as he reached his side in seconds. He had a gash on his forehead and his leg was bleeding, but he seemed fine. -Y/N?

-          She…she’s behind that door. -Ubbe said. -T-they weren’t letting her go, so I told Weston about Darby’s deal with the Mayans. I-I think something has happened, Hvitserk, there-e is smoke and-

-          Hey, Ubbe. -he put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. -Breath. We’ve almost finished back there, we’re going to take her out, right?

-          Right. -Ubbe whispered.

He had been so focused on getting you out, that he hadn’t thought about the possibility of loosing you. Hvitserk shouted for Tig to come and help, and soon the three men were pushing against the door. Each second more smoke came out from behind the door, and when the guys finally opened it, they could hardly see anything.

Inside the kitchen, Darcy was laying in the floor with his throat open. You had always kept some big knives in the last drawer, in case you needed them for something. Ubbe knew you hated that drawer; in your mind, knives and guns were something horrible. He almost smiled at the memory of you shying away from his gun, while his brother nearly gagged because of the sight. All types of things were scattered around the floor, and the desk where he had been working that morning was stained with blood. Ubbe couldn’t see pass it, so he gripped his gun tighter and walked further into the big kitchen. By then, the smoke was so heavy that Tig and Hvitserk had to get out in order to breath. His brother tried to take him outside, saying it was too dangerous, yet Ubbe pressed his sleeve against his mouth and continued searching. Until he saw him.

Weston was sitting next to the oven, with some nasty bruises and cuts and the big knife in his right hand. Ubbe felt his piercing eyes on him, but he was looking at you. Resting in Weston’s arm was your shaking body. You had just regained consciousness a few minutes ago, to find Darby dead and your kitchen full of smoke. Weston had threated you with the knife, and had made you sit between his legs as both of you waited for death. The sound of hard breaths made you look up, and you saw Ubbe’s beautiful blue eyes looking at you among the smoke, with tears filling them. If it was because of the smoke or because of you, you didn’t know. You were just glad he was there, and another sob left your body. As you tried to move to reach him, the point of the knife poked at your neck.

-          Weston. -Ubbe said. -Weston, this is over. Let her go, you’ve nowhere to go.

-          Nazis weren’t that bad people, you know. -he asked with a sleepy voice, pulling you closer to him. -They used carbon monoxide. Do you know what it is? It’s a gas that make people sleepy. The worst part are the first minutes, because it takes your breath away and it burns your lungs. But then, it’s a peaceful dead.

-          We can take you out. -Ubbe offered, not moving his eyes from the knife. -It’s not late, I’m sure.

-          For Darby it is! -he screamed, making you squeal and cry harder. -You shouldn’t have told me! Now, he’s dead and it’s all your fault!

-          We weren’t the one-

-          Shut up! -Weston put his other arm around your throat, making you lose your air supply.

Ubbe tried to take a step forward, but the sound you make, similar to a wounded animal, made him stop. So he got stuck seeing how you couldn’t breath while Weston ranted about his purpose in life. He told you that, without Darby, the best thing he could do was to kill himself, taking down as many people as possible.

-          You can leave. -he whispered, at the end. -I don’t care, you Lothbrok can leave. But the baker is staying with me.

-          Why? -Ubbe blinked the tears away. -She’s done nothing wrong. Let her go, Y/N is much more innocent that any of us. Please.

-          I kind of enjoy seeing you beg. -Weston let out a dry chuckle after a cough. -It all started because of her. You wouldn’t have said those things about Darcy if she hadn’t been here. So, it’s her fault.

-          I’m the one who said it! -Ubbe screamed. -I’ll stay, I promise. Let Y/N go.

-          Ub-

-          Shut up! -he tightened his grip. -You both sh-

Weston couldn’t finish his sentence because his brains were sprawled in the wall behind him. Some of his blood splashed on your face, but most of it created a painting in the kitchen’s wall. Your scream tore Ubbe away from his mind and ran towards you as you tried to get as far as possible. At first, you didn’t recognise him and tried to get away too, but his caring hands and  soft words made you hug him.

You nested on his chest and shoulder, crying and sobbing against him, breaking his heart without really noticing. He put a hand behind your head and hoisted you up carefully, trying not to lose his balance; the smoke was already making damage on him. Behind him, Hvitserk stood with a covered mouth and kind eyes, gun in hand; helping him to get out of the kitchen. They ran outside and Ubbe found a mass of dead bodies and blood on the ground. David Hale was there too, talking to Tig and asking some questions. As soon as he saw you in Ubbe’s arms, he walked towards him.

-          What the fuck is this? -he frowned. -What has happened here? Y/N? You-

-          Ubbe. -Hvitserk called. -She’s not conscious.

The biker moved you a little so he could see your face, that had rolled to the right side. You had your eyes closed and, if it wasn’t by the hand print on your cheek and the busted lip, he would have though you were asleep in his arms, just like that morning.

-          Hey, I was talking! -Hale said. -What has h-

-          Not now. -Ubbe’s stare made the deputy close his mouth. -We-we should take her to the hospital. The van?

-          I left it at the porn studio. -Hvitserk answered.

-          We can take her on my car. -Hale said, looking right into Ubbe’s eyes. -It will be faster. You should come too.

With a quick nod, Ubbe put you in the backseat on the deputy’s car and climbed behind you. There, as he held you in his arms evaluating the damage, the first tear escaped his eye. David Hale rode towards the hospital with a sobbing biker in the back, that showed him that no man was heartless when it came to the woman they loved.

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[lisinfleur]

Shot List - Marco Ilsø

Universe | Real Life

Unlucky Pairing | Marco Ilsø x Reader Info | A gift for @tephi101​ ⁑ Warnings: Fluffy, sweetness, romance

Universe | Vikings

» Hvitserk Whiteshirt

Universe | Kriger

» Mads Larsen

Warrior Pairing | Mads x Reader Info | Kriger AU, a gift to @honestsycrets and @moonlightsspirit ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST, Major Character Wounded, mentions of murder, blood, violence, and several sequels. +18. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Tribute Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Dark! Hvitserk, Biker! Hvitserk, Criminal AU, Modern Vikings AU, Kriger AU, Crossover requested by @lyanna-the-giantsbane for 5CW5 ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mentions of violence, death, grieving, blood, suicide, and torture. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Brotherhood Pairing | No pair, Mads and reader’s friendship. Info | Fixing plot AU, requested by @rekdreams-fandom and @lyanna-the-giantsbane ⁑ Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, cold-blood murder. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Coming soon!

[survivingthejungle]

masterlist!

updated as of july 13 2019 :-)

gotham

jerome:

never fade away

reader is younger than jerome and he’s taken quite the interest in her, much to her dismay

-  part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7  part 8

in retrospect

reader landed herself in arkham on accident, made a friend, and when she was released, he doesn’t want her to forget him

- part 1 part 2

soft

reader is wrongly incercerated and jerome takes it upon himself to look out for her... and may have become obsessed during the process

untitled

a very clever and very sassy reader often helps out at the gcpd and is there when the maniax come for essen

listen before i go

based off of billie eilish’s song

jervis:

- hypnotist  

reader reminds him of alice, much to her misfortune

vikings:

the lothbroks:

hopeless wanderer

reader finds herself a thousand years in the past—[it doesn’t matter how]—and shenanigans ensue

- part 1 part 2 part 3

hvitserk ragnarson

- dreams and reckless thoughts

hvitserk x oc, tove; slightly based on the musical tuck everlasting

peaky blinders

tommy shelby:

- little lies part 2 part 3

tommy gets new american neighbors. they have a really pretty daughter and suddenly he doesn’t know how to act.

michael gray

- otherside

yall ever see coraline? aka reader finds a hidden door in her attic that takes her to a certain house on watery lane... a hundred years in the past

IT

the gang:

- over my head

she and henry are what some would consider “best friends”; the gang decides to crash at her house one night

patrick:

- i surrender

reader is very much dedicated to her God, and patrick has decided that she ought to be worshipping him instead

- young blood part 2

reader is a cheerleader with a fiery spirit, patrick intends to break it and bend it to his will

- start me up

patrick may or may not be stalking the reader. she may or may not mind all that much.

- quiet

patrick x reader hc where reader rarely speaks more than a few words

vic:

-  slow it down

they’re dating but vic doesn’t really want anyone to know. reader isn’t as bothered as he’d like her to be and gets his soft boy feelings hurt

the lost boys

the vamps:

- eclipse

reader is santa carla’s resident supreme and is sick of a certain [vampire] biker gang causing trouble

- (the full story is on my wattpad! some of the plot has been changed. find it here :-)

once upon a time

felix:

- the stars remain

reader can’t stay on neverland without running the risk of dying, felix is heartbroken

[panimation]

The Heathen Kid: New beginnings - Vikings

 thank u so much you blessed human being @ivarandersen i never usually have someone both reblog and comment on my work so when I saw the notification I started writing right away

I know the ending of the last part was confusing but its kind of like she’s half awake and remembering memories while also being aware of whats happening so yeah

enjoy part two!!

Part One

“How long will you be gone?”

I was stuck to the floor, watching myself pack a backpack with a multitude of things. The small dark room gave me chills, and my eyes welled up with tears when I saw the calendar on the wall. November 17th.

“I don’t think I’m coming back.” My voice was muffled, and almost distorted, as was the other person’s. I tilted my head, eyes squinting when I watched myself swing the bag onto my shoulders. My entire body went stiff as the self I was looking at walked through me, towards the door. 

When I turned to see where ‘I’ was going, I could see another picture overtaking the memory. It was bright, and I was getting dizzy. I felt like I was being moved forward without actually moving my feet, and I fought the urge to pass out as I was slammed back into my own body.

My eyes stared at the back of a car seat while my entire body shivered, cold, as the windows in the car were down. My helmet had been taken off and I could see it sitting on the carpeted floor. As I tried to look around, I could barely lift my head and I could feel that I was only going to be awake for a few more moments. I could feel my hair sticking to my forehead and I could only sweat more, terrified this would be the end of my life.

I sucked in a few quick breaths as my eyes started to shut again, not before I could see one of the men from earlier looking back at me from the passenger seat. 

“Hey, wake up.”

“What?” I croaked, confused and still dizzy. It was quiet, and I was no longer in the back seat of a car, but on a cement floor. I lifted my head a bit, trying to see who was talking. No one.

The voice echoed in my head and become muffled, dying out after a few seconds. The room was empty, and a small air vent rattled quietly. A small light blinked above me, and I recognized it as a small camera, hanging from the ceiling just high enough for me to not be able to reach it. “Hello?” I coughed out, feeling my throat dry out more as I inhaled. I jumped when the something hit the door across the room.

It opened, handle rattling as it was not on the door tight. The boy who first found me in the woods was the first person to walk in, a malevolent smile on his face. I wiped my forehead, watching him come closer to me. “Wait.” I held up a hand as he grabbed my jacket and yanked me up. I tried to pull away and fight him off. “Let me go!” I yelled, coughing when my throat began to get scratchy. 

He grabbed at the back of my neck, forcing me to move towards the door. I reached for the door frame, hands gripping at it but then slipping off when he yanked me in the other direction. One of the taller ones was waiting in the hallway, a gun tucked into his waistband and on display. I eyed the gun, nervous. “Straight to the bathroom, yeah?” He confirmed with the guy holding me, almost towering over me. “Yep.” The one holding me jostled me a little, laughing.

We only had to walk down to the next door to reach the bathroom, and the taller guy stood behind me so I couldn’t go anywhere.

“Guess what, kid? It’s shower time.” The one holding me pushed me into the small bathroom, my knees hitting the tile as I fell. I turned, leaning back against the tub so I could defend myself. He laughed and lunged towards me suddenly, grabbing onto my jacket again. I hit his chest and arms, not knowing how to fight him off. He tore the zipper of my jacket, yanking at the shirt underneath. I screamed, hitting harder while he laughed maniacally.

“Enough messing around, Hvit.” The taller one had stood in the doorway until he decided it was time to go. “Leave her here.” ‘Hvit’ let go almost instantly, smiling at me while he stood up. I moved back, pressing myself against the wall while staring right at him, breathing heavily. “Get cleaned up, kid. You’re gonna be here a while.”

They had left me alone for an hour, with no knock or yelling through the door. I had tied my jacket sleeve to the door handle, then the other sleeve to the towel rack, tightly. They didn’t have a lock on the door and I was not about to have one of them walking in.

There was only simple shampoo and soap in the shower, along with a brush and some hair ties on the counter. I had leaned over the sink and washed my hair in it, not trusting the tub, and not wanting to undress after the Hvit guy had attacked me.

The top of my shirt was soaked by the time I felt I was done cleaning up, water still rolling down my face after I scrubbed the dirt off. Then after staring at myself for a few minutes, I sat down, leaning my back against the wall. I pulled a towel from under the sink and wiped the drops falling from my chin.

“Time’s up! Get dressed or get looked at!” Someone knocked at the door, repeatedly for a good amount of time. I pulled my jacket off of the door handle and untied the sleeves, pulling it over my shoulders just as the door opened. I stepped back, eyes wide. It was the taller guy from earlier. I let out a breath of relief, but still stared up at him, pulling my jacket on the right way.

“Come on, kid. People are waiting.” He grabbed my arm and held a tight grip, leading me down the hallway and up a set of stairs. I tried to control my breathing, still dehydrated and dizzy. We came to a doorway, a big table sitting in the room it adorned. I saw Ragnar sitting in between two women, a small goat standing on the table in front of him. I glanced at the goat, confused.

“Ah, she’s here.” He looked at me with a smile, and the two women looked up from their food. One of them smiled warmly while the other simply stared with cold eyes. “There’s the thief!” I jumped, turning to see Hvit. I moved over a little, knowing that the tall guy holding my arm wouldn’t let me go far.

Ragnar pulled the goat into his arms and started petting it, looking up at me again. “You must be hungry. Sit down.” He told me. I hesitated, not moving, but I was pushed towards a seat and the guy pushed on my shoulders to make me sit down.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t posion it.” Ragnar leaned closer and smirked as he talked, making a lot of eye contact. I took small looks at the food in front of me, feeling myself get hungrier. “Go ahead, take a bite.” He said, gesturing towards the plate. I grabbed a small piece of whatever it was and smelled it. Better than anything I’ve ever eaten. I ate the small piece quickly, worried it would disappear.

“Now, why don’t you tell us why you hacked into our computers, and printed our grocery orders?”

o god it hurts im so glad i finished this i actually want to take my eyes out

[dangerousvikings]

Moodboards

VIKINGS

Ivar the boneless

 Ivar/Freydis aesthetics

Ivar the boneless 1 

Ivar the boneless 2

Ivar / darkness / 1

Ivar / darkness / 2

Royalty  

Dom!Ivar 

Cute but psycho 

Ivar/WOC 

Ivar/latina girl 

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Stargazing 

Ivar texting you and distracting you from work  

Ivar x gypsy girl  read story by @akamaiden “Destiny” 

Ivar x mermaid 

Ivar as Hades

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Romantic date in the woods  

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Buying lingerie with Ivar 

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Biker  read story  The night  by @akamaiden 

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Biker 

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Biker 

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Biker

Heahmund

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Winterfrost 

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[akamaiden]

The Night

A/N: Again if I'm posting this it's because @dangerousvikings 's moodboards are the best I've ever seen. 

Pairing: Biker!Hvitserk x Reader. 

Warnings: Abusive relationship, mentions of violence and blood and smut. 

Words: 1,920.

You were in the bar with your boyfriend. You were bored to say the very least. He didn't use to talk to you while he was drinking, but considering that he drank a way too much, he took you to the bar so you can drive him home safely.

Yes, basically you could do anything for him, except, be his girlfriend. You were used to see him flirting with other girls right in front of you.

But you always forgave him. You loved him and wanted to save your relationship.

I love him and I know he loves me in this weird way to demonstrate, but he loves me. And I'll fight for this relationship, you thought to yourself.

That day was just a common saturday night were you looked at your watch, wishing that the time passed faster.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you heard your boyfriend saying.

You looked at him and saw him caressing the woman's hand and smiling at her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Paul? I'm right here and I'm your girlfriend! Why do you always have to flirt with anyone else in the room but me?” you said.

Anger overflowing your eyes. You tried hard, you tried so hard to save this relationship, but it was because of situations like this that you just felt dumb in insisting on a relationship that was clearly ended.

“First, keep your voice low. Are you crazy?” he asked you, while he grabbed your arm forcefully.

“You're hurting me! Let me go, Paul!” you said.

He never did such a thing with you. That was the moment that he was supposed to ask you for forgiveness and not hurting you like this.

“No, you'll come with me, now!” he growled and took you to a quieter place in the bar.

“You're hurting me,” you cried.

“It's supposed to hurt. Are you crazy? Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” he asked.

“I'm your girlfriend, you asshole!” you said.

And then he roared and you close your eyes. Fine, now you were going home with a busted lip or something. You waited for the punch or whatever it was, but didn't came.

Instead of this, there was another guy slamming Paul against the wall.

“Whoa there! Why don't you pick someone on your size?” the guy asked Paul.

“She's my girlfriend, I was about to teach her a lesson,” Paul asked.

The guy looked at you and studied your expression. “Did he hurt you?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“End of line for you, my friend,” the guy said to Paul and started punching and kicking him.

Paul fell on the floor trying to crawl out of the aggression, but he couldn't.

You looked at the guy waiting for him to stop, but he didn't.

“Stop it,” you said coming closer to them.

The guy looked at you and forced himself to stop. He picked Paul by his clothes, steadying him on his feet.

“Apologize, now,” the guy said.

“You can beat me to death, but I refuse to apologize with that little bitch,” Paul said.

“Fuck you!” you yelled at him. “You're just a stupid guy, you know what? You suck on the bed,” you said.

The mysterious guy smirked hearing your words, but his next moves weren't funny. He pressed a knife against Paul neck and said, “Apologize with her for breathing the same air that she does, now,”

“We know you won't do this,” Paul said.

“Are you sure?” The guy asked pressing harder the knife against Paul's neck, already cutting his skin, making the blood drops start flowing.

“Y/N, please. Tell him to stop,” Paul begged.

“I said fucking apologize,” the guy grunted.

“Y/N, I'm sorry... I-i was stupid, please forgive me,” he said.

“Oh my God... I-i... It's okay,” you said.

But the guy didn't release him.

“If you ever come any close to her, I'll fucking kill you. Understood?” the guy said.

“Yes,” Paul nodded desperately.

“Get the fuck out of my bar,” the guy said kicking Paul in the door's direction.

“Are you okay?” he said putting the knife back on his pocket.

“I... Yes,” you said.

“Come with me,” he said.

You should thank him and went away and no going with a total stranger to God knows where.

But he guided you to a private room anyway. He indicated a fancy couch for you to set in.

“I'm sorry if I scared you,” he said sitting at your side.

“If weren't you I-”

“Don't think about this now,” he said cutting you. “Can I offer you a drink?” he continued.

“A beer would be fine,” you said shyly.

He nodded and picked two bottles.

“I never saw you here before,” he said.

“I just came because of him, I rather stay in home,” you said.

“I see... Well, at least that asshole won't bother you anymore,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said smiling.

“Anytime, Y/N,” he said.

“What's your name?” you asked.

“Hvitserk,” he said.

“What an unusual name my savior has,” you said trying to break the ice.

“Oh no, don't call me like that. It was nothing heroic,” he said.

“How can I thank you? I mean, I'm stuck at this relationship for a long time,” you said.

“You were,” he said.

You were. Two simple words that means the world for you. You were free. Paul wouldn't force you to have sex anymore, he wouldn't choose your clothes, your friendships and etc. You were free.

Before you think coherently again, you almost jump on his lap, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you,” you said against the shell of his ear.

“You're welcome,” he said hugging you back and kissing your neck.

Maybe he didn't have the intention, but this kiss set your body on fire. Goosebumps formed in your skin, your legs were slightly weak and you finally noticed you were too close to him.

“Hvitserk,”

The alarming tone in your voice was clear.

“Sorry,” he said but didn't take his hands away from your hips, where he was drawing circles against your clothed skin.

“I know this is a bad moment but... Can I kiss you?” he asked with puppy eyes.

“This isn't a bad moment, not anymore,” you said.

It was all that he needed to hear before his lips meet yours in an eager kiss.

His plump lips tasted like heaven, so soft and sweet. His eager tongue danced around with yours for a while, teasing, tasting and slowly driving you crazy.

When breath became a necessity, he continued to kiss you, bit this time he kissed your cheeks, chin, jaw and he just stopped when he reached for your mouth, where he gave you open mouthed kisses, earning whimpers and low moans from you.

“God, Hvitserk,” you moaned when he sucked a special spot of your neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” he said lifting his gaze to meet yours.

Dark green eyes met y/c/e in a silent plea. God, those eyes were already your weakness.

“No. Don't stop, please,” you said.

He smiled and pulled you to another kiss while he was managing to take your dress off. He laid you down on the couch and covered your body with his own and you couldn't avoid but smirk when you noticed his hardness pressed against your thighs.

“Already?” you said.

“I guess you must help me with this,” he said.

He didn't need ask twice, your hands quickly found the way to his pants. He was biting your nipples through your bra, making you arch your body.

“Take this off or I'll rip it off,” he said.

“Do it. Don't be gentle,” you said.

This woke up something in him and he reached for his knife again and ripped your bra in a half, finally freeing your nipples that were so desperate for contact.

He took one in his mouth, sucking, biting and licking while his thumb flicked the other one.

You, on the other hand, was stroking his length, spreading the pre cum over his gorgeous cock.

“Hvitserk,” you moaned.

“Hm?” he said with your nipple between his teeth.

“I need you deep inside of me, please,” you said and blushed.

He growled and ripped your panties off, exposing your dripping cunt to him.

“Holy shit, kitten. You're soaking wet for me,” he said teasing your pussy lips with his long fingers.

“Hvitserk, please,” you begged.

“I'm gonna fucking ruin you, kitten,” he said and sank his big and thick cock into you at once.

“Fuck!” you screamed feeling the sudden move.

He lifted your legs and putted on his shoulder, so he could go even deeper into you. You rolled your eyes at the delicious sensation.

“Don't be gentle, remember?” he asked while he stood still.

“Yes,” you said.

After your confirmation he started thrusting into you hard and fast. You were moaning so loud like you never did ever again.

He was watching your reaction attentively, looking for any sign of pain or whatever. Once he was sure that all you felt was pleasure, he snaked one of  his hands to your neck, squeezing it tightly, cutting your breath quickly.

If that was possible you moaned even louder and guided your hands to hold his hand in place. Breathing was hard but you didn't want him to stop. He was smirking devilishly to you while he was thrusting into you so hard and fast. His pace was savage and you were enjoying every second of it.

When he found your g-spot you simply yelled what made him laugh.

“I found it, right?” he asked.

You nodded desperately. “Yeees,” you moaned.

“Will you cum for me, kitten?”

“Yeees,”

“Cum all over my cock then, my sweet little kitten,” he said and growled when he found his release, coating your walls with his cum.

You yelled his name when the most intense orgasm you ever had hit you like a train. You trembled from head to toes, when the jolts of pure ecstasy were passing through your body.

He waited for you to come back from your high giving sweet little kisses on your neck.

“Would you believe me if I said that this wasn't in my plans when I brought you here?” he asked laying down at your side, cuddling with you.

“I'd believe you,” you said.

“If you want I can take you home,” he said caressing your sides with his fingertips.

“I don't want to leave this moment behind, it seems so right,” you said.

“I'm afraid we must leave. I'm hungry, I'll take you to my apartment so I can cook something for us, right?” he said.

“You're too good to be true. What's next? Will you take me in a white horse?” you sassed.

“I'm sorry, all I got it's a Harley Davidson,” he said pouting.

“Sounds perfect to me,” you said kissing him softly.

After he helped you with your clothes, and he dressed his own, you leave his office and you waited for him to talk to some man so you could finally leave.

“Shall we, kitten?” he asked you.

“Can I say no to you?” you asked and tangled your fingers into his, while you two started walking, leaving the bar behind.

“The only ‘no’ I want to hear from you is ‘no, don't stop, please,’” he mocked you.

“Asshole,” you said laughing and pulling him to another kiss at the pale moonlight of that unexpected amazing saturday.

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[grungyblonde]

Queens of Odin’s Eyes Chapter 34

A collab fic with the awesome and badass @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn and @courtrae89

Kimberly’s POV

“You girls ready?!” Court called over her shoulder as she lifted the bouquet in her hands.

“Just throw the damn thing so we can go back to drinking!”

Courtney let out a loud giggle, still riding the waves of elation from tying the knot with Rollo. She quickly threw the bundle of flowers over her shoulder at us, all the unmarried ladies of the wedding. I half heartedly made a move to the bouquet but it was headed far to my right. I watched with amusement as Kia literally ducked to miss the bouquet, causing it to land directly in Brii’s unsuspecting hands.

“Oh shit.” She mumbled under her breath before chucking the flowers at another girl.

“Oh no,” Courtney called as she trotted gracefully over to her, a huge smile on her face. “You caught that. You’re gettin��� marrieeed.”

I could hear several members of Odin’s Eye cheering around us and Kia playfully poked Brii in her side but our friend only made a hard face and grunted. “Yeah, maybe when hell freezes over.”

I quickly spoke up. “Well, I’ve been trying to tell you guys about climate change. Greenhouse gas levels are-“

“Oh shut up Kim,” she cut me off with a roll of her eyes. “I knew we never should have got you to start smoking weed. You’re turning into a damn hippie.”

Before I could come up with a fitting retort I felt an arm snake around my waist and I knew it was Hvitserk before I turned around to face him. His familiar cologne and natural scent flooded my nostrils and I turned around to wrap my arms around his neck, missing him after all the trouble between us the past two days.

We didn’t speak but I felt our friends move away to give us some space and he buried his nose in the side of my hair.

“Missed you,” he said, simply and sweetly.

“You too.”

He pulled back a bit and I could see in his eyes that he wanted to say more. He looked torn for a second but at that moment the DJ started blaring a heavy metal song. Of course. It was still a biker’s wedding after all.

Hvitserk broke into a sheepish grin, the seriousness barely a shadow but still present in his eyes. “Wanna dance?”

————————————

The night wore on and unsurprisingly the festivities got rowdier and rowdier. Hvitserk twirled me around once more as another song came to a close. Both our faces were red and I was ready to leave the dance floor but his hands stilled me before I could walk any further.

“Listen babe. They’re playing our song.”

Sure enough, I could hear Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters starting through the speakers.

So close no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

I smiled up at him as I remembered the first time I had ever heard the song, when he had played it for me on my first date. I clasped my hands up around the back of his neck while he reached for my hips and we started to sway.

“I’m really sorry I was such an ass.” His serious eyes were back. “It just hurt I guess. I thought we told each other everything.”

I could see the earnestness in his look but my heart stung as I responded. “But we don’t tell each other everything. There’s so much stuff you won’t tell me about what you do with the club.”

“Kimberly, you know that’s for your own safety.”

I sighed, not wanting to have this conversation again at one of my best friends wedding reception.

“But you’re right,” he started again. “We shouldn’t have secrets between us. You come first. No matter what. Fuck the club.”

I looked up at him in complete shock. The club was everything to him.

Never opened myself this way

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words I don't just say

And nothing else matters

“What are you talking about?” I whispered.

“What you said, about not wanting to have kids because of all this club mess, I’ve been thinking about that a lot. And you’re right. It would never work. I’m going to get jumped out.” He said it so matter of factly, so confidently.

“Ar-are you serious?” I stuttered as clutched him a little closer. “They’re your whole family. You’ve been around the club pretty much your entire life.”

“No,” he corrected, bringing his forehead to touch mine, his eyes intense. “I want to have a family with you. Not the club.”

Trust I seek and I find in you

Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view

And nothing else matters

“Do you realize how different our life would be? You would have to get a real job, for one,” I teased.

Hvitserk nodded, eyes crinkling at the thought. “I can’t promise I’ll fit in perfectly to the whole suburban thing right off. I might always be a little rough around the edges. And I’ll still ride my Harley and be the same old guy. But all this craziness? I’m done.”

I glance around the reception hall. It was truly a party now. Kia was giving Ivar a lap dance while Brii showed off her glock to Jax. Rollo was carrying A drunk Courtney around on his back while a number of bikers and old ladies cheered. “You really think you can leave all the craziness behind? You won’t miss it.”

“Maybe a little. But it’s not what I want anymore. The club isn’t really there for me, not like you. They never have been. It’s all politics and power games. I’m done.”

Never cared for what they say

Never cared for games they play

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

“When are you going to tell the club?” I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I thought this was Hvitserk’s life and it was never going to change. I thought I had accepted that a long time ago. But the thought of him getting out, of us running away and having a chance at a normal life, sent a wave of excitement and joy through me.

“Soon.”

“They’re not going to be happy.” My mind suddenly jumped to the thought of Hvitserk getting jumped by his own brothers. If they even allowed him to get out. The joy left me as suddenly as it had some. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“No. But it doesn’t matter.”

And nothing else matters

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[laketaj24]

Queens of Odins Eye: Ch 45

Taglist: This is a collab fic with the lovely ladies: @grungyblonde @courtrae89 and @imgoldielikehawn

I keep jumping clutching my stomach. Someone is in this damn house. Jax shakes his head looking out for the cops. “Kia…”

“Jax, you’re helping me! Stop bitching out. I should have brought Hap.” I step on the stone and can see a little more of the house but not enough. I know I can get in this fucking window. I look at my baby bump. I was growing like a fucking inhuman monster. What kind of beast was this in me? Fucking Ivar. This baby was going to come out threatening people and calling me annoying. “give me a boost.”

“No.”

“jax! You’re strong, one boost.”

He growls setting down his phone. “You’re fucking insane.” He lifts me, and I can see a hand. Either they killed each other, or some freaky shit was going on.  

I wiggle down feeling his abs and smiling at him. He blushes turning away from me. “Let me pick the lock.”

“Pick the lock, Kia!” He follows me to the front door.

“Look, no one has heard from him in a few days.” I say to Jax. “If you want me to come with you to get them damn dogs you’ll shut it and hold these cookies while I’ll pick this lock.” I give Jax the plate of chocolate chip cookies and take out my kit. He gives me a strange look. “What! He won’t open the door.”

“He doesn’t want to be bothered.” Jax whispers to me. “Sweetheart you really need to learn how to stay out of other people’s business. You’re the prez’s old lady now.”

“Hey, Jax. Shut the fuck up.” I say listening to the lock. “When the hell did they upgrade the locks?” Finally, I hear it click and the door opens and I take the cookies back. The place is a perpetual mess, pictures of them as a couple thrown on the floor. “Kim need to clean this damn place. She know damn well this is nasty.”

Jax has his hand on his gun sifting his foot through the trash. “Hey is someone in here?”

I walk to the back hoping that Kimmie would peak her head out and we would leave but she doesn’t appear. The bedroom door is open so I walk in and I see, he’s face down in the carpet with his hair sprawled everywhere and eyes half open. “Hvit!”

“Kia, do you ever fucking knock.” He groans standing up. “Why is he here?”

“dude you smell like shit.” Jax says rolling his eyes.

“Hvitserk.” I sit on the bed hesitantly noticing the condom wrappers and the women’s panties that were for sure not Kim’s that bitch was basic. “Where’s Kim?”

“Ask your ex-husband.” He laughs. “Kia, you like literally never stopped being my sister in law.” He laughs standing up.

“What about Ubbe?”

“He picked her up at the airport, probably fucked her because he can’t keep it in his pants.”

Tell me something I don’t know Hvit. “Okay, why was she at the airport?”

“Because your husband planted these fucking photos. I know it was him.” He tossed the images of Hvitserk doing what he does, the women sprawled out and the fucking devious smile that turned me on but apparently scared the shit out of Kim. “Ivar didn’t do this. He wouldn’t be that cruel. You’re out. Why break you two up?”

“Because you married a psychopath? You don’t really have a type do you?” He asks.

“Look, drunk or not, you talk shit again I’m whipping you with this pistol.” I say throwing the bar of soap at him. He catches it. “come to the fair with us tonight. Everyone loves you member or not.”

“Kia,” Jax warns. “You’re overstepping.”

“Look sexy, stand your pretty ass over there and shut up. We about to leave. Why are you all in this?” I ask holding my hands up.

“I lifted your pregnant ass to the window Kia,” Jax’s jaw clenches. “You know what, we’re done here.” He starts walking over to me and I can’t stand as fast as I used to. He scoops me up from the bed. “We’re going to get these damn dogs. Hvitserk man, have some pride. Get dressed. Kia, I’m telling Ivar you attempted to climb in a window.”

“You damn snitch.” I growl.

 Ivar was mad. His eyes glaring at me like I done something wrong. Hvitserk needed cookies and a friend. He slams his hands down on the counter in attempt to get my attention.

“Ivar.” I look up from my Parenting Book. “Slam something else.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, I don’t have to tell you everything. Ivar, it was my business.”

“No.” He points at me. “Our marriage is not yours and Ubbe’s. We don’t keep secrets. We tell each other everything! What’d we say?”

“Stop yelling at me!” I yell back. “I’m tired of it.” My voice cracks. “The way you yelled at me in front of everyone else, snapped at me, that’s not us either. You let the patch go to your head with everyone but me. I’m not them! I’m Kia. I’m your wife.”

“That keeps fucking secrets!”

I hated to sound like those women who used pregnancy as an excuse, but as soon as this baby drops from me, I’m fighting him. I glare at him and he glares back. Everyone was against me. “Uri!! Come on! We have to go!”

“you’re waiting for me, we have to meet Gemma at the damn bake sale part and deliver all these cookies. I am not delivering these cookies myself.”

“You’re not my dad Ivar, I will go whenever the hell I want to.”

“Oh,” he raises an eyebrow to me. “I’m not your daddy?” Damn freak.

Uri appears down stairs in his Pajamas, holding the game controller. There was no way in Hel he was leaving. “Mom, I’m winning the game.”

“Uri go get your shoes and stuff on big boy. We have to leave.” Ivar dismisses him and walks around the counter. Instinctively I back away from him and he takes my hand in his hand. “I need you stop acting like you’re not six months pregnant okay?”

Uri’s little fists hit Ivar and he pushes him away bravely stepping in front of me. “You watch it or my daddy will hit you again.” He warns with a little glare in his eye that resembled Ubbe but that threat fucking screamed Ivar, what a mess.

Ivar cracks a smile. “I would never hurt your mom, I love her.”

“I’m watching you.” He says leaving.

“You keep messing with me and Uri will fuck you up.” I laugh and Ivar joins.

“Obviously.” He grins. “But seriously Kia. If I here about your spastic ass climbing in windows and picking locks again I will lock you in the house. You can’t keep waddling around here doing things that are a danger to you and the baby.”

“Who the fuck waddles!” I yell.

“Don’t even act as if you don’t waddle. It takes you fucking ten minutes to get off the couch.”

My mouth drops. “You take that shit back, or you will love the couch because it’ll be your fucking bed.”

“Oh, I’m not sleeping on that damn couch. But you do waddle.” He kisses my cheek. “Grab some cookies so we can go.”

 The fair is small full of bikers and their women. Looked like a damn double event. Uri ran around the fair like the small demon he was picking with Jax and his two kids. While Ivar kept an eye out on me like I was about to start scaling walls or something.

Court and Rollo were kin of making me sick, kissing each other nonstop then he swung her over on his back walking towards us. “The other newlyweds.” Rollo chides smiling. “Kia, you’re large.”

“You big as hell too Rollo.”

Ivar laughs. “What’s up Court?”

“It’s done.” She beamed.

“What’s done?”

“Nothing Kia?”

“Nah! We don’t keep secrets, we’re not me and Ubbe remember?” I stare at Ivar and he grins. “You bitch.” I say trying not to smile. “I can’t stand you.” My eyes well as they always do here lately and eh shakes his head.

“don’t cry.”

“No, you think it’s funny.” I start, my sobs hiccupping and Ivar hugs me then I feel my arm being pulled.

Court shakes me. “You need to get your fucking backbone back and quit all this fucking crying!” She yells and I stand shocked. “Your over emotional ass is annoying as fuck. “why do you think we don’t take you places anymore?”

Ivar’s eyes are huge. “Damn court.”

“She’s being honest, cut that out.” Rollo adds.

I stand quietly wanting to slap Court but Rollo scares me.

“Gemma has Uri with Abel and Thomas… you wanna get on the Ferris Wheel?”

“I don’t know her.” I scoff at him.

“Come on.” He smiles.  

“Fine.”

We get on the ride and I can see Uri tackling Abel. Good boy. Then I see Brii with her two new puppies. It was the girliest I had ever seen her look holding them and kissing Jax. “When are you going to let me know what we are having?” Ivar asks.

“It’s a girl.” I say. “but I think she’s half demon because she keeps punching my damn ribs.”

“Yes a little Ivanna.”

“You have lost your whole fucking mind if you think I’m naming this baby after you.”

“Ivory?” He kisses my cheek.

“Ivar, shut up.”

“Iya?” Another peck on the lips.

“Shut up.” I laugh.

“Isla?”

“I like that one.”

“Isla Lothbrok.” He pauses. “She’s gonna be a diva.”

“Of course?” I watch across the way, Ubbe wrapping his arms around Kim, then kisses her cheek. That damn bitch.

The ride ends and walk across the fair making my way to her. Ubbe stares at me with a small hint of terror. “Kim!” I call.

“Hey! I was about to call you!” She beams untangling her hand from his, “Want to go shoot darts?”

I don’t think, my hand connects with her face. There was a code you know. “Kia!” Ubbe says shocked to see me slap her. He doesn’t touch me because there were plenty times I scratched up his face. I had crazy tendencies. Apologies.

Kim’s mouth drops. “We’re just friends.”

I try to run at her and she flinches a little. Ivar lifts me from the ground. “You are fucking pregnant!” he growls as I try to break free. “Apologize!” He yells. “You don’t think she’s been through enough?”

“I’m not apologizing to her ass!!” I turn to leave and I hear Ivar apologize.

“Look at you waddling away!” He chides. “You’re going to apologize!”

“Ubbe,” I turn. “I’m gone fuck you up too.”

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