#bjorn/male reader

[nastyavolk-cp]

Kratos (To Sif): You are no mother to my children.

Sif: Funny, because this says otherwise. (Pulls out Björn & Revna's Approved Adoption Certificate)

Björn: Mom, why do you carry those?

Sif: Just in case Mama has to shut someone up.

Revna (Reading a book): Facts.

lol I loved doing it, here my friend!

Cute silly Sif, Björn and Revna lol

[2-dsimp]

Who would baby trap mc? Asking for science.

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『Featuring Babytrapping with the Hitman Team』

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI! Fem reader! Baby trapping,

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Would Babytrap you intentionally

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Bjorn the Strategist: As the strategist of the team it’d only be fitting for him to intentionally plan. On knocking you up to make sure you’ll forever be inclined to stay with him. But only after doing some intensive research about child rearing and pregnancy. So he’s able to provide you with everything you may need and ensure that both you and his child are safe and sound.

Yujin the hacker: he’d be upfront with you on his plans of knocking you up. With a childish grin on his face, the hacker will straight up tell you that he’s going to get you pregnant. So that he can finally get a tasteful of your breast milk. His openness would dupe you into thinking he was joking since Yujin’s always been a prankster at times. So really you can’t blame him if he did exceed in doing exactly as he told. since he made sure to give you a prior notice ahead of time.

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Would Babytrap you unintentionally

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Ossian the sniper: don’t get me wrong he loves you dearly. So much in fact that in his sleep. He’ll go as far as to make sure you feel how deep his love for you goes until you’re filled up like a cream puff. The funny part is that when you’re holding up a positive pregnancy test in Ossian’s face he’d think he was dreaming. And would promptly wish aloud that he’d never wake up. Since the dream of having a family with you would make him feel as if he’s floating on cloud nine.

Vincent the Enforcer: would be so wrapped up in how good you felt going in raw. That he’d completely forget to pull out, and would mutter apologies underneath his breath. Whilst continuing to bust his thick spurts of jizz inside your squelching cunt. Saying how he can’t help himself and promising with butterfly kisses. Against your neck that he’d be a good daddy and take care of both you and the baby.

Danny the boss: this otaku cannot cope with how turned on you make him feel on a daily basis. He’d be so desperate to have more of you, to get balls deep inside. That place he calls heaven in between those thighs of yours. To the point of where his fat tip would break through the condom and make him nut prematurely inside you. From instantly being exposed to your depths. After Seeing the positive pregnancy test, Danny would faint like a damsel in distress. Due to an extensive nosebleed at the mere vision he had of you having baby bump. His baby bump

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Wouldn’t try to Baby trap you.

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Moros the Torturer: would never try to baby trap his sunshine. He’d want to make sure of having kids is what you’d so desire. So if you want kids you’ll have to reassure Moros constantly that you’d want to have a family with him. Since he’d hate to do anything that would cause you any kind of harm or discomfort. He knows that pregnancy can affect you long term and is well versed in the risks. So he’d never put your wellbeing in jeopardy despite how he truly yearns for a big family.

Koji the medic: is meticulous when it comes to sex, he’ll make sure that no happy accidents. will happen under his watch since he doesn’t particularly like to idea of having kids. Nor does he plan to entertain the idea of losing his dearest nurse to birthing a parasite. If push comes to shove he’ll definitely choose to toss the whole kid away than to ever risk lose his darling.

[gulnarsultan]

hey i don't know if u write for vikings but if u do could you write some yandere headcanons for bjorn ironside nsfw and with kids

if your comfortable

Hello dear. Yes. I am writing for Viking. I hope you like it.

Yandere Bjorn Ironside headcanon.

~ Maybe you are his childhood friend. Or someone who was captured during a raid. It doesn't matter who you are and how you met. When Bjorn falls in love, your fate is sealed forever.

~ He has a very high desire to prove himself to you. He will try to show you that he is a real man, a worthy husband. He will not hesitate to show off his talents.

~ He is possessive, protective and jealous. He cannot stand other men approaching you. He enjoys dueling with his rivals and eliminating them.

~ He has a fear of abandonment and loss. His parents' broken marriage makes him somewhat paranoid. Losing his sister at a young age is a factor that strengthens his paranoia.

~ He will provide you with furs, jewelry and anything you want. He wants you to stay at home. He will never let you participate in wars and raids unless he has to. He will make sure that there are soldiers and shield girls around you to protect you even when you stay at home.

~ (Nswf) He will have sex with you for hours when he gets jealous. He will make you scream his name. He always likes to leave love bites on your body. He is obsessed with your belly swelling with his child.

~ He tries to be a good father to his children as much as he can. He is protective of them. He will try to meet all their material and spiritual needs.

[lokifromvalhalla]

A nice punishment

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Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play

Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistake!

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“How many times do I have to tell you?” You sighed as your hands ran across his warm back, feeling every muscle and the bump of every scar under your fingertips. That was something you had done so many times already that you almost memorized his whole back, always knowing if there was any new scar, as small as it could be.

Ivar scoffed, his back vibrating with each word. “And what do you want me to do? Simply not go anywhere? Just sit here like your little doll, is it?” Of course he would be dramatic, twist your words just so you could feel guilty and let him do whatever he wanted, but you already had a resistance to his whining just like Ubbe and Hvitserk, even if it wasn’t as strong. Dealing with Ivar wasn’t any new to you; you were there long before Ragnar returned, then with him when Ragnar came back and took him to England, helped avenge his father’s death, and now dominate York.

The flames from the torches hanging from the stone walls illuminated the room. Ivar had taken over the cathedral so he could establish his base, and used one of the  main rooms—probably the bishop's—for himself. It was wide, rather luxurious, as a noble's place. In the first days, you would just hang around the room, but with how he kept asking you to help him with massages or undoing his braces until late at night, now it was also yours.

Today was something like this. A long day of unnecessary efforts and blueish eyes by the morning had Ivar’s muscles protesting in pain, so you were there once again, your hands rubbing oil against his rough skin in an attempt to help him despite all the complaints. He did appreciate what you were doing, though. You knew it was some sort of facade because, even between four walls and a closed door, Ivar still had to keep his goddamn posture at least in a few points to ‘keep you humble’. As if you couldn’t shape him exactly the way you wanted, just like Ubbe would do with his younger brothers sometimes.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” you chuckled against his skin and pressed a kiss to the back of his ear. “My pretty little doll, all for me to use, hm?”

Ivar was silent for a moment, choking on his own words to the same level his cheeks heated up, just seconds before he was turning around and throwing his hands in the air. “What do you think you’re saying? I’m going to feed you flaming hot iron if you keep it like this!”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you pushed him to face forward again. “And what?” You pulled him against you so his back met your chest instead. “Lose your best warrior? Best strategist? I don’t think you could handle even a day without me, knowing I’m not coming back,” you mumbled, chin over his shoulder and arms under his whilst watching your hands work against his ribs, slowly going up.

Whatever was going on in Ivar’s mind, vanished at the moment your hands started running over his chest. Instead, there were only quiet and incoherent grumbles that you could barely make out. “(Y/n), what...” His words trailed off, breath caught in his throat—he tried to fight against the will to arch his back at the feeling of your fingers tracing his nipples, running around them until they were hard. "Wh..."

"I'm just doing the massage you asked for," you scoffed, hands going down his torso just to come up and stop right under his pecs, proceeding to go up slowly. Ivar hissed at the friction as he arched his back; his hands tugged a little on the sheets before they found their way to your thighs, hence his nails sank into the skin messily in an attempt to both ground himself and warn you. Fruitlessly, of course. "How was your day, Ivar? You just mentioned why you're in so much pain, but never really told me what happened while I was gone.”

“Quit playing.”

“I asked you a question.” The weight in your voice had him shutting up for a moment, though the silence was quickly broken by a moan. Your fingers pinched his nipple, and it shouldn’t feel so good.

Ivar sucked in a breath, at first just spitting out stutters until the way you squeezed his pec had him speaking. “I—I was training, but then got... got in a fight.”

Got in a fight? You clicked your tongue. “Ivar. You woke up with blue-ish eyes, why would you even do that?” It was entertaining to watch how sensitive he was, slowly starting to squirm just because of his chest being fondled.

An indignant gasp came from Ivar, but he paused for a moment; his head leaned back against your shoulder for a moment while his hand adjusted against your thigh. “No...! I couldn’t let that happen! H—He was challenging me! Provoking!” His voice cracked once you pinched his nipple, playing with it between your index finger and your thumb, daring to give it an experimental tug. A louder gasp escaped his lips, back arched against you.

Oh, the old discourse about how a cripple can’t rule properly, you thought. It was already getting annoying to deal with.

“Of course, you ignored everything,” you mumbled, continuing to pinch his nipple, though now also doing the same to the other, and it was enough to start reducing him to pieces—the already uneven breathing lost its pace completely while his fingers trying to grip onto your skin however they could, almost having him throw his hips in the air in search for friction. “and grabbed your little sword so you’d kill the poor man.”

“Not a poor man!” Ivar growled. “He dared to doubt... of one of the sons...” He never finished his sentence, words lost into the dark corners of the room once you let go of him so you could get off your position. “Hey! What are you doing?” The blue irises were nothing but thin rings around the dilated pupils that observed you in desire.

Your chuckle had his eyebrows lowering, mouth pursing. “I thought you didn’t like it?” You raised an eyebrow, moving around until you straddled his thighs, pushing him back against the pillows. Whatever answer he had on the tip of his tongue, it died down with the way you parted his legs with a knee, carefully, instead earning yourself a glare, but it would take a lot more to discourage you. His hips were warm under your hands as you held onto them while leaning down to press kisses to his neck, sometimes nibbling on the skin. “You complain so much, sometimes I don’t know whether it’s real or not. How do you feel being so annoying?” 

“I think that you should shut the fuck up before getting yourself killed.” Empty words, of course. Ivar liked the teasing, if anything. In contrast to his words, his arms wrapped around your shoulders at the same time he threw his head back into the pillows to grant you more access.

You breathed a chuckle against his skin, feeling it rise with a shiver according to how you trailed down. “Oh, honey, you still insist on tricking yourself that you can live without me? Pitiful.”

It was fun to tease Ivar then silence him, watch the frustration build up in groans and quiet complaints, his nails sometimes pressing into your skin a little too hard. He was once again silenced, letting out a hum instead at how your lips worked on a spot some inches down his collarbones, sucking and nibbling on the skin until a purple spot was left behind. You knew he had some sort of sensitivity when it came to his chest, but you never knew it was that great until you decided to start exploring it that night; it probably was greater that time, given how long he had gone without being touched like that.

The way he shuddered and breathed shakily just because of how your tongue ran flat over his nipple was truly rewarding. You did it once more, this time snatching a moan that extended itself by how his crotch found a nice source of friction when meeting your thigh on the way once it pushed up. Your grip on his hips didn’t really prevent him from moving, more of guiding his movements and limiting his freedom.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you came untouched,” you mention. You could taste the light herbal taste of the oil on your tongue—it wasn’t bad, actually.

Ivar clicked his tongue, glancing down at you with a glare that would’ve made anyone else start praying for their life, but not you. Never you. That look didn’t give you anything more than entertainment. “Do you wish to die?”

“To kill you would be fun, actually.” A grin tugged on your lips, easily having Ivar more flustered. He wasn’t in position to criticize anything anymore, nor had enough coherent thoughts for it; he just turned his head away instead.

At first, soft kisses surrounded his nipple, soon being replaced by your teeth softly tugging on the skin, and there it was—whines spilled from his mouth with every nib until he clasped a hand over his own mouth in an attempt to muffle his sounds. It had you pausing, taking a moment to observe his messy form. Sweat had some of his hair strands stuck to his forehead, skin already flush and glistening softly under the dancing light of the flames. His chest heaved up and down with the deep sharp inhales.

The lack of interaction had Ivar’s eyes slowly turning to look at you, and that fucking deathly gaze had something stirring in your lower stomach.

“I wanna hear you,” you finally said, pressing a kiss to his fingers before you started to tug his hand away from his face, finally kissing his lips instead. His hands somehow felt in the way of something, something he didn’t know, but it still didn’t really feel right to just grip onto the sheets while you worked on him. He whined softly against your lips, kissing back with little care because all that mattered was how good you treated him, nibbling on his lips and letting your tongue meet his.

His back started arching once you started trailing down his neck once again, this time starting to nibble on the area around his nipple right away, this time working on the opposite one, with your hands back around his hips, tightly. “Fuck,” he whispered softly, voice tight in his throat, soon replaced by a moan. Your lips wrapped around his nipple to suck softly on it until he was arching his back and fighting against your hands, so you’d change to running your tongue flat against the nub instead.

It was slow and agonizing. Every single time the feeling would start to take over Ivar, erase the thoughts away from his head and have his eyes rolling back, you were there to pull him down, ground him again. Ivar crashed back into reality with quiet complaints and groans that only motivated you to continue, even if your lips would be left sore later. Then, there it was, finally. This time, you weren’t pulling away at the moment his hips started pushing up; you continued to suck on his nipple, even letting your teeth tug on it, and he wasn’t even that restrained anymore, with one of your hands letting go of him to instead fondle with the opposite side of his chest.

A string of curses escaped Ivar’s lips, though soon interrupted by the lack of air in his lungs, his teeth gritted and eyes pressed shut. His hips dragged slowly against your thigh, sending sparkles up his body and down again, right to his lower stomach. His shorter breaths had each time more space between them, as if just breathing would drive his focus away from his release, but then, there it was; a long moan was drawn from his lips at the same moment he finally came. As much as you wanted to see the face he was making, it seemed more of an advantage to continue messing with him until he was squirming, on the edge of oversensitivity.

You pressed a kiss to the bright red skin before you finally brought yourself up to look at him. He had his eyes shut, mouth moving lightly in inaudible mumbles to himself until he opened one eye lazily to observe you.

“You good, love?”

Ivar nodded lightly. “Do you need me to...?”

“No, no.” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “For the gods, Ivar,” you chuckled, “look at you. Came untouched, in your pants!” And just a few words had the haze that took over him fading away, replaced by his usual annoyance, curses and threats that escaped his lips seemingly unstoppingly.

[marrziy]

Eu tô um pouquinho obcecado...

Será que dá pra eu assistir algum filme e NÃO ficar com o cu piscando pra algum personagem? SERÁ QUE DÁ? 😭

[2-dsimp]

@baji-sideblog Bjorn the Strategist and the Daddy material Mandus. Two hardworking bees tryna get some good ole coffee. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Also Rider and Nokka look so cute as gym buddies. Though Nokka will combust in that dress. Again lmao XD.

Doodle Rider and the beautiful @2-dsimp boy Nokka hanging out together

I give this to them as sacrifice lol

The two look pretty in dresses

[dark-moonlust]

Getting Pounded by Nagas PART 5: Βabies

Pairing: Two nagas x f!human reader

Summary: it has been two months since your precious eggs hatched. You have a blissful life with your mates and babies. Your nagas are the best daddies in every way. 😉

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, starts cute but then there is smut, lactating and feeding babies, double 🍆🍆, fingering, p in v, οral (male), anal, dοuble penetr. Don’t like, don’t read please.

This is part of a series. Find all the parts here.

Soft afternoon light filtered through the colorful curtains. The nursery was filled with the adorable cooing of your baby naga boys. You sat at the comfortable armchair, your naga hybrids in the cradle of your arms. It had been almost two months since your precious eggs had hatched, stealing your heart forever. They were a mix of human and serpentine body, just like their daddies.

You marveled at their tiny, adorable forms which fit just perfectly in your arms. Little Rowan looked after his daddy, Thorne. He had a cute, chubby face with big eyes the same color as yours, and a tiny green-scaled tail. Little Bjorn, however had inherited your human nose and lips, and Ragnor’s eyes and red-scaled tail.

You were so proud that your DNA had been accepted by the eggs and they now looked after you as well.

You kissed each of their chubby cheeks and blew raspberries on their round bellies. The little ones giggled and looked at you with tenderness and love. Ahh, your heart felt so full!

Sitting back comfortably, you lowered the neckline of your dress and offered your breasts to your hungry little naga hybrids. They eagerly latched on your nipples, tiny hands nuzzling your breasts as they began to nurse, their tails cradling your arms waist. It was a calming and incredibly beautiful sight, watching them feed and grow stronger with each passing day. And dear Gods, they did eat a lot. Which was good because you had so much milk that sometimes it made you uncomfortable.

Gentle cooing sounds echoed in the quiet room as the babies fed, their tails curled lovingly around you. They suckled greedily, their attention fully devoted to your breasts. A soft slithering sound caught your attention; your mates. With a smile, you turned to see Thorne and Ragnor entering the room. Your naga mates were tall and handsome with strong shoulders and chiseled muscles. Their lower torsos extended into supremely long and powerful tails that moved gracefully across the floor.

They had just come back from work. Thorne and Ragnor were rangers, they protected the frontiers of the rainforest. Your mates looked incredibly smug to have returned just in time for the feeding of the little nagas. They surrounded you from both sides, their scaled tails coiling around your seat. No matter how many times you fed the babies, they loved the sight of you and they also got highly aroused by it.

“Hey, there pretty mama,” Thorne said, bending down to kiss you deeply, tongue slipping in your mouth.

When Thorne pulled back from your mouth, Ragnor was claiming your lips, his long tongue brushing against your smaller one.

“Our beautiful mate,” Ragnor murmured proudly. “Feeding our babies. Looking so beautiful and…” he whispered in your ear, “sexy.”

“I breastfeed at least twenty times a day, aren’t you bored watching me yet?” you teased them, a bright smile on your face.

“Never,” Thorne said huskily, eyes on the babies suckling your nipples. “We can never have enough.”

“Look at our precious little ones,” Ragnor said, caressing each cheek of the babies as they fed from your breasts. They moaned softly at their daddies but kept feeding, too hungry for milk to care.

“Hungry little monsters,” Thorne chuckled. “They are enjoying it so much.”

“They take after their daddies,” Ragnor said, leaning in to kiss the mound of your left breast. His lips were warm and soft against your skin, but the baby didn’t like the disturbance and groaned softly.

“Easy there, little guy. I’m not going to steal your mama,” Ragnor said then winked up at you, “yet.”

Thorne followed, kissing the mound of your right breast. The other naga baby ignored him and latched your nipple harder as if to keep it for himself.

You winced a little at the tug, your cheeks blushing. “You two are incorrigible. Worse than babies.

Ragnor gently stroked your neck. “We can’t help it. It’s hard not to get a little jealous of our babies,” he grinned. “They get the best parts of you.”

You laughed, the sound blending with the hungry coos of the babies. “Well, our babies have their needs,” you replied, your eyes twinkling with love. “They need to be fed constantly.”

“And so do we,” Thorne whispered, kissing you lightly. “But we can wait.”

Once the babies finished their meal, they released your nipples with soft wet plops and squealed up at their daddies. Ragnor and Thorne held them in their arms, kissed and fondled their little tails. Watching your mates with the babies made you so emotional and at the same time, so happy that you’d carried their eggs and went through all the intense naga birth procedures.

Your baby hybrids were worth all of this and so much more.

An hour later, your babies were freshly clean and tucked in their cots, sleeping with their tails coiled over one another and their cute little mouths forming precious smiles. You and your mates kissed them one last time on their foreheads and quietly left the nursery.

“I believe it’s now time for you to take care of the daddies,” Ragnor told you, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You giggled as they led the way to your bedroom, Ragnor’s strong arms pulling you down onto the mattress, his long tail wrapping around the bed. He kissed you, his mouth possessing yours, tongue licking inside your mouth. Thorne joined in your side, kissing the crook of your neck, tasting and teasing, making you moan with need.

A few expert tugs and wiggles and they had you naked beneath them, their hungry gazes roaming your body. After the birth, your breasts were full and round, your nipples incredibly sensitive and leaking milk. Your belly was also softer and curvier as were your thighs. Your mates were in love with your body and since you were a little shy about these changes, they took every chance to remind you just how perfect and sexy you were.

Ragnor slipped between your legs, arms holding under your knees and spreading them wide apart. Your pussy clenched with anticipation, leaking with arousal and with your mates’ seed from when they’d fucked you earlier this morning.

Thorne’s lips trailed a path down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Ragnor took one swollen tit in his hand, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple. Thorne cupped the other, molding it to his large palm while his thumb toyed with your leaky nipple. You squealed as they took turns worshipping your tender buds, hungry lips and tongues bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.

“Such stunning tits,” Thorne murmured, his breath hot against one nipple. “Full and ripe.”

Ragnor’s tongue nursed from the other bud, lapping up the leaking milk. “I could spend an eternity worshiping our mate,” he rasped. “Feasting on her leaking nipples, pulling, tugging, suckling.”

“Also fucking her pretty pussy and tight ass,” Thorne added cheekily, suckling your nipple into his mouth, tongue whisking the leaking tip.

“Oh, yes, that, too,” Ragnor said with a husky drawl. “Pounding her so deep that she can’t speak. Filling her up with our cum.”

“S—Stop teasing,” you said, clutching both their shoulders, your body shaking from overstimulation.

Unbothered, your mates resumed devouring your tits, massaging the tender mounds and doing all sorts of shameless things to your buds with their tongues. Your poor nipples, so sensitive and aching, responded eagerly to your mates’ touches. You stayed there and moaned lewdly as they had their way with you, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

Soon, their hands joined in the sensual game.

Thorne’s fingers reached between your legs and he began to rub your clit in slow circles. Instinctively you arched your body, bucking your hips to gain more friction. At the same time, Ragnor’s hand slid over your inner thighs before stopping to tease the rosebud of your ass. He probed gently at first, his fingers lubricated with your juices, tracing the rosebud before thrusting two thick fingers inside.

Drawn-out moans left you as you thrashed and wiggled while they devoured your nipples and teased your pussy and ass. Their tails came to clutch around your thighs, holding you brazenly open for their ministrations which heightened your arousal and finally pushed you over the edge.

With a cry, you came undone, your body convulsing, your mind blanking out for a few moments. Ragnor and Thorne continued to tease your body, no less intensely. They suckled your tits loudly, slurped at your milk and let out animalistic growls. Thorne’s fingers were languid over your pussy while Ragnor’s stayed buried inside your ass.

“Fuuuuck, you’re exquisite, mate,” Thorne murmured, his lips claiming yours.

Ragnor watched as you were kissed, pulled out his fingers and leaned to kiss your neck.

Both nagas let out low vibrating purrs that that sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally came down from your high, you kneeled between them and started stroking their bodies, taking turns kissing each of them while tracing their bulging muscles and then down their cockslits. Their double cocks were already aroused and had emerged from their slits, jutting angrily toward their stomachs.

Your hands found Thorne’s shafts and your fingers wrapped around both of them, his cocks obscenely big in your small palms. Meanwhile you worked your tongue around each of Ragnor’s dicks, tracing the bulging veins and licking the beads of pre-cum on the heads. Ragnor jerked his hips with an audible moan, thrusting one dick into your mouth, your lips stretching, throat tensing.

Their tails joined in the game, coiling around your breasts while the tips slithered down your legs, opening your asscheeks. Ragnor’s tail filled your pussy while Thorne’s slid past the tight bud of your ass and up your guts. Muffled moans escaped you at the dual penetration.

“Mphhh…” you breathed when Ragnor drew back his cock which was glistening in your saliva. You immediately sucked his other cock while pumping Thorne’s with your other hand, both their tails fucking you with primal ferocity, causing your tits to bounce.

You alternated between your mates, pumping them with your hands and taking them in your mouth. Their cocks were hard and thick, the long girths kissing the back of your throat. You choked only a little and took them like a champ, slick sucking sounds and primal groans resounding across the room.

“Yes, mate —fuckkk, feels so fucking good.”

Ragnor slammed his cock down your throat, chasing his release.

“Ghrr….! Hmnn!” You gagged when the rip of his cock kissed the back of your neck, his hot release spurting down your mouth. You took both cockheads into your mouth and shallowed every drop. Ragnor roared, his hips undulating violently as he came down your throat.

Thorne came next and you instantly put his shafts in your mouth. Your mouth filled with the cockheads while your hands wrapped around the lengths that didn’t fit. In seconds, you were swallowing load after load of his cum. His jizz was too much, it dribbled down your lips but Thorne gently pulled it back into your mouth with his thumbs. You swallowed everything obediently.

“Such a good girl,” Thorne growled as you nursed his cocks, licking a long slow stripe up the underside of the shafts. “Taking every drop of our cum.”

“And letting our tails fuck her tight little holes,” Ragnor drawled, his fingers tracing where you were filled to the hilt with their tails. “Want our tails to keep fucking you, love? Or do you want our cocks?”

“Hmphhh…” you tried to talk but your mouth was filled with Thorne’s cockheads.

“There you go,” Thorne slowly pulled back, slipping from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his shafts to your mouth.

“Co-cocks… want to be full,” you muttered, a hazy smile playing on your lips. “Cocks, pl-please.”

“Whatever our mate wants, our mate gets,” Thorne kissed you wetly. “We’ll give you our cocks and our love.”

“And lots, lots of orgasms,” Ragnor added, claiming your lips, too.

Thorne laid down on the mattress and gently rearranged your body, pulling you to lay with your back on his chest, your legs splayed wide. Ragnor came to rest between them, watching at where their tails were still fucking you slowly. The nagas retracted their appendages and instantly wrapped around your legs, keeping them obscenely open.

Ragnor hovered above you, rubbed your clit then used his thumbs to pull your outer lips apart and expose the glistening entrance of your pussy. You were drenched, your folds pink and puffy. The bud of your ass was also swollen and the sight of your eager holes made them feral.

“How about I fuck your lovely pussy, love?” Ragnor rumbled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Thorne can take your tight little ass.”

“Hmm… yes please…” you clutched him desperately. “Want you both.”

“Sharing is caring,” Thorne muttered cheekily as he lifted you by the globes of your ass and positioned you over his twin cocks. He cupped both shafts and prodded your tight asshole with the heads. You whimpered, your tight hole stretching to accommodate his massive cocks. Inch by inch he lowered you down until he was deep up your ass.

It was then when Ragnor pushed forward, clutching his shafts in his palms and driving them inside your pussy. You accepted them, inch by delicious inch, filled to the limit, your belly swelling with their girths inside you.

“Tight. So wet and tight.” Ragnor’s gaze smoldered with need. “Taking us so good. Our good little mate. The mother of our offspring. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, love.“

They started to grind inside you, their hips pumping steadily. They stretched and filled your holes again and again. You sobbed and clung to Ragnor for dear life, while Thorne toyed with your nipples and flicked your clit in time with his thrusts. You came in no time, pussy and ass clenching around their cocks, body arching wildly. Their tails gripped your hips so you wouldn’t shift away from their pounding.

They didn’t stop.

They kept fucking you through your orgasm, Ragnor’s grip tightening as he pulled you to ride him. Your legs wrapped around his torso and he lowered you onto his thick, waiting cocks. The stretch was intense, his girths stretching you to the brim. Thorne sat up behind you, his chest against your back as he adjusted the angle and thrust his cocks up your ass.

The new position was overwhelming, you were so completely filled, consumed by the sheer intensity of their shafts rubbing inside you.

They settled into a maddening rhythm, pounding your holes at the same time, never leaving you empty. Your arms clutched them while your small body, trapped between them jerked in time with their powerful thrusts. The sensations were maddening, leaving you gasping and begging for release.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Thorne breathed against your ear, hands tweaking your nipples. “I can feel your ass clenching around me.”

Ragnor hummed. “Can’t last much longer,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hmmm… m’ too, want to come— ahnn… close so close,” you whimpered as they pounded into you, changing nothing in their tactics.

“Let it go, little mate,” Ragnor drawled. “Let it go and take our cum, hm?”

You nodded fervently, clutching them while bouncing on them and chasing your peak.

Thorne’s cocks drove deep into your ass, and Ragnor’s cocks filled your pussy utterly, their relentless pace shattering you. You came with a cry, every nerve ending on fire.

They followed right after, their cocks pulsing and filling you with loads and loads of their seed. It was so much it overflowed and tricked down your thighs.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm faded, they gently rolled you sideways, their cocks still hard inside you. They kissed you, Thorne against your back, his hands caressing your face. Ragnor lay in front of you, whispering soothing words as he nibbled at your neck. You fell asleep nestled within them, satisfied and full of love.

Your mates. The loves of your life. The fathers of your children. Your everything.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! Also, what do you want to happen next? What do you want to see? More smutty stuff on Patreon, too. 😊🖤

[kayharrisons]

No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her [BJORN X READER] [18+] [1 OF ??]

The Victor of the 24th Annual Hunger Games.

A/N: AND HERE WE GO!! The first chapter!!!! This is a Bjorn heavy chapter, but don't worry, reader will appear next chapter!! This is p short but it's MOSTLY just to establish Bjorn in this world. Bjorn is ab 17 here!

Chapter warnings: death, gore, starvation, unpleasant vibes between minors and adults, violence

"Ladies and Gentlemen, from District 12, Bjorn Henriksen, the winner of the 24th Annual Hunger Games!"

Bjorn drops the metal pipe with a clatter, staring down at the bashed in face of the District 3 male tribute. He staggers to his feet, spitting out a glob of blood as he distantly hears Lucky Flickerman making his announcements, his cheerful voice fading to nothing but a mere buzzing in his ears as he stares down at the mess of flesh, what used to be a 15 year old's face.

He chokes back his vomit, wiping his bloody hands against his grimy t-shirt.

It's not his first kill.

That boy used to be someone. He had a family, friends, a life.

Bjorn had taken all of that from him.

He hadn't wanted to, had fully intended on waiting the kid out, on keeping to himself.

Both he and 3 had been forced to the Cornocopia by these... spider like creatures. They were strange in appearance, and Bjorn knew he'd be seeing them in his sleep for the foreseeable. If he even got any sleep ever again.

3's face turning to mulch beneath his hands. 7's face going a horrible shade of purple as he sobbed and kept the pipe pressed over her throat. The life leaving 2's eyes as Bjorn shoved the broken pipe end through his throat.

Navarro's lifeless eyes staring at him, accusatory, it was his fault she'd been speared through the heart, why hadn't he been paying more attention? Why had he let her die? Why hadn't he paid more attention to the District 2 tribute? Maybe then it would be Navarro standing here and not HIM?

What would you have to say? Were you watching the Games? Or could you not bear to watch your boyfriend go through such horrors?

He doesn't know which is worse, truth be told. You watching him kill, watching him at his lowest, watching him starve and sob and lose himself. Or you not watching at all and finding things out second hand, him having to explain everything he's done to you.

It's not long before he's picked up by the Capital, before they tut and shake their heads over every bruise, every cut, his hollow cheeks, his longer hair, the stubble growing on his face.

Three weeks he'd been in there.

Three weeks.

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"We'll get all of this fixed up in no time, Mr Henriksen!" One of the medical professionals says oh so cheerily to him as he sits on a hospital bed, vacantly staring straight ahead of him. "Such a handsome face," she coos, reaching out and taking his chin between her thumb and pointer finger, turning his face this way and that. "Bet you've got your own little fanclub now, lucky boy. You'll have your pick of the litter!"

"I just wanna go home." he whispers, voice cracking. He wanted out of here. Wanted away from these sickly sweet voices, the fake smiles, the bright obnoxious colours and patterns that were starting to become a staple here in the Capital.

He longed for you. Your sincerity, your warmth. He longed for the biting cold air of 12. Longed for those parties the Covey threw, now that their music had been banned, it had become more of an underground thing lest any Peacekeepers attention be caught. Longed for shitty beer and warm bread fresh from the bakery. Longed for the thick, dense woods that surrounded his district, for the secret gap in the fence that didn't get electricity to it that meant freedom, however brief.

His summers had been spent laughing by the lake with his family, with you curled into his side, ever since you'd both turned fourteen and acknowledged the feelings creeping up on you both, taking root like a stubborn plant that refused to be plucked.

His chest ached, for it was absent its heart. It resided firmly in 12, with you, right where it belonged.

"Eventually, handsome," the woman waves him off, picking up a pair of scissors and getting to work on his hair. "You've gotta give your last interview, first! And get the honour of President Snow crowning you the winner, oh, imagine!"

Honour.

Bile rises, which he struggles to force back down. He focuses on the sound of the scissors snipping at his hair, closes his eyes and breathes.

Soon.

He'll be home soon.

[king-of-the-underworld-hades]

You could do It wednesday x male ivar the boneless reader (vikings)

The Boneless. (Male)

Ivar is the 3rd best Vikings Character(in my opinion) Bjorn Ironside 2nd, Ragnar Lothbrok 1st

^ by Abimanyu on pintrest ^ link

The morning light hit your face and caused you to wake from your slumber. You grunted as you sat up, grabbed your legs, and swung your legs over the edge of your bed. Grabbing your walking cane, which you kept by your bed, using it to help you stand. The cane was a black ebony wood with Nordic runes running down it, the handle was the head of a silver raven with sapphires as its eyes. You gritted your teeth and groaned as you stood up stumbling slightly, you inhaled before letting out a sigh as you walked to your bathroom. You leaned on your bathroom counter and looked in the mirror. You had slight bags under your eyes and your neck long hair was slightly disheveled. You changed into your usual street clothes running your hand through your hair you looked in the mirror you heard your dorm room doorknob turning Instinctively you grabbed the one-handed axe that you kept in your bathroom, and you looked out the bathroom doorway and saw the door opening. "It's me," the monotone voice of your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams was heard as you sighed and put down the axe. "You almost ended up with an axe in your head," you said, your Scandinavian accent slightly showing, as she walked to you. She leaned on the bathroom door frame her eyes scanning and studying you. "What's wrong?" She asked in her usual tone of voice. "Noth-" "Don't lie," she said cutting you off. You sighed and ran your hand through your hair once more. "It's just..." "It's Parents Weekend or for you the weekend your brothers visit. And in turn some of the army," she states as she grabs the fold-up chair nearby, opens it, and forces you to sit as she starts to braid your hair. "I'm aware that your relationship with your brothers isn't the best but you can't be as Enid says "A Debby Downer" because of that fact," Wednesday says as you sigh once more. Ever since you two met she was probably the only one who could read you. And when you two started dating she was able to know why you were upset. Whether it be, because it's Parents Weekend or it's the anniversary of your mother's death. Wednesday finishes your braids and walks around the chair to get to the front of you cupping your face. "I am aware it's hard to see your brothers. Especially, Bjorn, but you can't let that affect you, Every. Single. Time," She said looking into your directly into eyes. You nod silently before she leans down and kisses you softly, you kiss her back matching her softness and love. She soon pulled away and helped you to your fest handing you your walking cane. You took it from her hand as she grabbed your free hand before leading you to the Quad.

Most of the day had gone smoothly. You met up with Pugsley, Uncle Fester, Morticia, Gomez, and Uncle Itt once again. You spent most of your day with the Addams Family but then you heard the steps of multiple soldiers coming into the Quad. Many of the families turned to looks as twenty Vikings emerged and lined up shoulder-to-shoulder. Then your three brothers walked down the path. Bjorn at the head, Ubbe to his left, and Hvitserk to his right. You stood at the end of the row... staring... and waiting. All eyes were on you and your brothers and Bjorn was the first to speak. "ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ, ᛒᚱᛟᛏᚺᛖᚱ,(Hello, brother)" he spoke in your native tongue. You simply kept staring at him. Not saying a word. Hvitserk was the one to break the silence as he walked past Bjron and grasped your shoulders smiling. "ᛁᛏ'ᛋ ᚷᛟᛟᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛋᛖᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ Y/N,(Its good to see you Y/N)" He said smiling. You smiled back. "You to Hvitserk," You said smiling until Hvitserk moved away leaving Bjron and Ubbe in front of you. "Well. Shall we sit?" You ask motioning to a free table. Bjorn and Ubbe both walked to the table Hvitserk followed soon after patting your shoulder as he passed you the soldiers soon following after. Letting out a sigh you felt the familiar cold hand of Wednesday cup your cheek. You looked at her for a second a small smile gracing your lips. "How was that?" "Good. You're keeping your anger under wraps," She said softly as she grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the other Vikings were. You sat down across from Bjorn, Ubbe, and Hvitserk with Wednesday to your right. Ubbe observed her for a second before turning to you. "ᚹᚺᛟ ᛁᛋ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ?(Who is this?)," He asked you before you could answer Wednesday answered for you. "ᛁ'ᛗ ᚺᛁᛋ ᛚᛟᚡᛖᚱ,(I'm his lover)" Your brother each looked at her surprised as you took a sip of ale.

The first day went fine but the second day was when all things went to shit. While conversing and eating with Wednesday's family you caught sight of someone... a blond blue-eyed woman. Anger surged through your veins as you stood up grabbed a knife and threw it at the woman barely grazing her shoulder before she could react to reach her axe in hand you tried to strike her but Ubbe got in your way stopping your axe and throwing you back with Hvitserk catching you. You tried to break free but both Hvitserk and Wednesday held you back as you screamed. "What the fuck is she doing here!?" The woman was still behind Ubbe staring at you and Bjorn checked the cut you caused. "Lagertha has every right to" "Bullshit!" You yelled cutting him off as you freed yourself from the grasp of your brother and girlfriend. "Y/N you need to forgive her," Ubbe spoke hand on your chest keeping you from getting any closer. "I can never forgive Lagertha for murdering our mother so how you, hm?" You asked as Ubbe shook his head turning away angering you more as you shoved him back. "Our mother! Of course, I'm going to kill her." "You can try," She said looking eyes with yours. "Oh, I will. That I can promise."

Reasonably they all left afterwards to avoid any further issues with you and Lagertha. You were sitting in your room sharpening your axe when Wednesday walked in. "Why did you never tell me Lagertha killed your mother?" She asked anger lacing her voice. "I thought you said no secrets." "It's not something I like to think about... it didn't matter to me because Hvitserk had said she stayed in Kattagat with no reason to leave. I don't know why she came," you said throwing your axe into the target across from your bed. "Doesn't excuse you for not telling me," She said as she grabbed your chin to make you look at her. "When my mother died and I found out it was Lagertha I tried to kill her. And failed. Over and over. My mother was a seer and said she would be cursed if she killed her," you said calmly. "I will kill her," she has no reason to even be although in your head. Wednesday sighed and caressed your cheek. "Let this be the last secret you keep. Understood?" You nodded as she climbed into bed with you putting your head on her chest and began to stroke your hair as your anger subsided.

[ryuzakemo128]

Vikings Writing Prompts

Trigger Warning:

Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.

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

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

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

Male Characters

Rollo Lothbrok

Ívar Ragnarsson

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Athelstan

Hálfdanr Hálfdansson

Haraldr Hálfdansson

Female Characters:

Lagertha Lothbrok

Aslaug Sigurdsdottir

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

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

Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.

Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

Prompts

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

SFW - Dialogue Prompts

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Depends on what you consider to be fair."

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

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

Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts

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

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

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

NSFW - Dialogue Prompts

[TBD]

Vikings Headcanons - Link

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

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link

Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hello ❤❤ can you write something for the ragnarson family( vikings, both female and Male please) where the reader and them are together and somebody breaks into their house while they (as in not the reader) are injured and the reader defend them. You can decide if you want to go either an angst route or an happy route 🙏❤

Vikings preference: You try to defend them

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Ragnar: Numerous times he has fought while theoretically incapacitated, so what made you think that this time was going to be anything different? When you grab the nearby axe in a futile attempt to fend off the trespassers, he yanks it out of your hand and fights in his own name. Afterwards, he'd be one to mock you: you never did learn to fight so what were you expecting was going to happen? Despite that long rant of showing you how irresponsible you were, the moment he's fully recovered and back on his feet, Ragnar will surprise you with a spar, beginning a long process of him teaching you how to properly fight. And making fun of your inability to do so yet but it's all in good faith - it's just his humour.

Bjorn: Just one word: angry. Although your intentions were pure, they were largely misplaced in his opinion. Never having learnt how to fight, your decision to stand between him and the aggressor was at least stupid. Maybe you were doing it out of love but Bjorn loves you too and that only fuels his anger - what if you got yourself killed and left him alone in Midgard? What was he supposed to do then? He never wanted you to be in a situation where you can get hurt and now you got yourself into one because of him. Don't think he'll want to teach you - you're permanently banned from everything sharp.

Ubbe: He's definitely upset but the anger quickly subsides as he makes sure you're okay. You can tell he's seething at the possibility of you ending up wounded or worse but Ubbe is doing a great job controlling his emotions. Gives you a lecture on not putting yourself in danger you can't take on and how he's the one who's supposed to be protecting you. But Ubbe also notices your spirit: you definitely have the heart of a Viking, no matter what land you were born to. Maybe he'll teach you how to wield a sword but reluctantly as Ubbe is afraid you'd grow too confident in your nonexistent skills and get yourself in grave danger. Similarly to Bjorn, he's very protective of those he loves and if he wants to settle down with you, he might be a little too protective at times.

Hvitserk: "Impressed" doesn't cover what he's experiencing. You have no training in sword fighting and you did surprisingly well, putting your well-being at risk just for him. Of course, he doesn't want that to become a habit and makes sure to tell you that unless he's stepping into Valhalla with one of his feet, you shouldn't try something like that again. But just like Ubbe, he takes notice of your Viking spirit and decided to teach you how to fight, although do not be surprised when spars start to get a little, well, obscene - that's part of the reason why he likes teaching you sword fighting.

Sigurd: At first, he's a little offended that you'd think he couldn't protect himself but that thought disappears as swiftly as it had appeared and, instead, is replaced with only one idea: you love him enough to risk your life. If he ever lacked trust in your relationship, that one lark makes all of his doubts go away and Sigurd knows that the two of you are in deep. Also, if he ever worried about your safety, mainly from Ivar rather than other citizens of Kattegat, he's a lot more comfortable with that thought - quite clearly, hurting you is not an easy thing and whoever tries will not manage without getting injured themself.

Ivar: Feels offended but it's not really your fault - he just compares himself to his brothers a lot and assumed that they wouldn't need protection from their significant other. Ivar might project his own insecurity and ask whether you think that he can't hold his own. His hurt ego might take a while to heal but when it does, he'll notice the amount of love he holds for you and that your sudden show of loyalty and courage was nothing more but a confession of your undying affection for him.

Aslaug: Impressed by your vigour and skills but definitely expected you to do so. She's no fighter and doesn't hide it, so part of her simply assumed you were the protective component in the relationship. The more you fit her imagined ideal of a life partner, the more devoted she becomes to you. The story of you standing up to protect her life and honour is definitely quickly well-known throughout Kattegat, only bettering your social status. After all, what to call the protector of the queen if not a true hero?

Lagertha: Upset but very calm about it. In a gentle and firm voice, she'll tell you that what you did was stupid as you do not know how to fight and she wishes you'd never try that again. Then, in the same breath, Lagertha will offer to teach you. You should better accept that proposition as it's a very exclusive one - to be taught sword fighting but the Lagertha.

[2-dsimp]

awhile ago i say you saying you were taking requests (if you aren't anymore feel free to delete this) this also feels like a good time to mention i LOVE your art it's so cute like omg

i haven't thought of any good scenarios, but as long as it involves a yandere and mc sitting in their lap, it gets a mandatory reblog from me (~￣▽￣)~

ʙᴊᴏʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪᴍsᴇ��ғ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴛʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sʜɪғᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢs ᴘᴏᴏʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴇɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʀɪᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ.

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴀʙʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ. ʙʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ sᴛᴀғғ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴀʙʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴘᴀʏ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴋᴇʀᴄʜɪᴇғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ "ʙ" ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ.

ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴅɪssᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? Yᴏᴜ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴏɴs. Bᴜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪɢʜᴛ...

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ᗩ/ᑎ: TᕼᗩᑎK YOᑌ (*≧∀≦*)

[daenystheedreamer]

i thoght the yaoi thing was joke? :(

its /hj. tbc i haaaate most yaoi the majority of it is tasteless voyeuristic erotica which isnt like an evil thing to make but still extremely bad. i think its funny and i mostly read it cos its hilarious. more thoughts under the cut

it's misrepresented and #misunderstood especially by western gay people. its not representation, it's not 'led by queer people', and the difference between 'yaoi' and 'boy's love' is marginal. it's predominantly heterosexual women who enjoy writing drawing reading two (or more..) guys fuck which is fine. yaoi vs bl is often used as both a categorical distinction (yaoi is erotica, bl isn't) and a moral one (yaoi is cringe/homophobic/bad and bl is pure/wholesome/untainted) which is like fundamentally so wrong if you know anything about the genre.

the history is really interesting. It's roots are firmly in shojou manga, as in, explicitly for young women. early works are often taboo-breaking and deal with sexual abuse, incest, etc. an early muse for the genre was bjorn andressen as tadzio in the film 'death in venice' and if you know anything about that film and andressen says A Lot. shonen ai (literally boy love) was originally a term which was pederastic in nature but became the name for the genre. to crib from the wikipedia article cos it summarises it well:

While the term shōnen-ai historically connoted ephebophilia or pederasty, beginning in the 1970s it was used to describe a new genre of shōjo manga (girls' manga) featuring romance between bishōnen (lit. "beautiful boys"), a term for androgynous or effeminate male characters. Early shōnen-ai works were inspired by European literature, the writings of Taruho Inagaki, and the Bildungsroman genre Shōnen-ai often features references to literature, history, science, and philosophy; Suzuki describes the genre as being "pedantic" and "difficult to understand", with "philosophical and abstract musings" that challenged young readers who were often only able to understand the references and deeper themes as they grew older.

Yaoi, on the other hand:

Coined in the late 1970s by manga artists Yasuko Sakata and Akiko Hatsu, yaoi is a portmanteau of yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi (山[場]なし、落ちなし、意味なし), which translates to "no climax, no point, no meaning".[f] Initially used by artists as a self-deprecating and ironic euphemism, the portmanteau refers to how early yaoi works typically focused on sex to the exclusion of plot and character development; it is also a subversive reference to the classical Japanese narrative structure of introduction, development, twist, and conclusion

by the way, that [f] note is: "The acronym yamete, oshiri ga itai (やめて お尻が 痛い, "stop, my ass hurts!") is also less commonly used."

Like the term fujoshi, meaning 'rotten girl', is the same it's very silly and self-deprecating. That's so fun! I think the yaoi genre in general is a really interesting phenomena that's rooted so deeply in Japan as a culture. I think it's great that women are able to sincerely enjoy something fun, I think it's great that women were able and continue to have successful careers in writing, and I also think it's mostly bad.

A lot of modern stuff, especially the works getting pumped out of korea by genuinely evil webtoon companies, suffer from the fundamental problems with serialisation. It putters from chapter to chapter and every single one is the same as the other. A lot of Japanese bl/yaoi is in the form of short fiction, about 5-10 chapters, and again there are fundamental problems with this. they often suffer from too much crammed in AND from so little stretched thin.

I also think yes morally or 'representationally' or whatever they are like Pretty cringe. like sorry uke/seme is BAD. sexual assault is not even handled so much as it is kicked around. Women are non-existent at best and horrifically sexist at worst. Also the writing, though ofc i read (often fan-) translated works, just sucks.

You guys don't know how bad it gets. like ok example.... it's hard giving examples cos most of its just boring or bad in a lame way. okay there's this korean rom-com drama webtoon about a boss and his employee and the boss is actually an immortal snake-deity who fell in love with this guy and his employee is the reincarnation of that guy. sounds fine right? well the snake boss has two dicks. So.

[lokifromvalhalla]

I miss you

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ Ivar The Boneless x Reader Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 4 400

You had always been Ivar's right hand, but something happened, so now you are in the hands of Prince Oleg. Oleg, however, brings you a little gift after one of his trips.

╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

A sigh escapes my lips as I walk down the hall of the castle, clutching my robe around my body tighter with a hiss. Norway is cold, of course, but at least it is mostly cold only during the winter, not to mean how even the winters are not that harsh, hence I haven’t really grown used to it here despite it not being my first winter in these lands. I approach the closest window, observing the snow falling over the people out there without pity and it makes me feel somewhat lucky to be in such a position, even if I’m still fucking cold, even if I’m not free. I click my tongue, crossing my arms over my chest. All these candles lit around, but they barely do more than to lighten up their surroundings. I need some warm tea.

A guard almost knocks me over on my way to find a servant, making me step closer to the wall and watch as more of them rush down the hall. Whatever is happening, it must have nothing to do with me—it never does, it never does—, so I simply sigh, continuing my search until I find a servant, who quickly bows and moves to do as said.

The palace is nothing like the Great Hall—it feels far from welcoming as the Hall does, far from allowing the same kind of joy we have during the great feasts. I mean, the Prince’s presence is already depressing, by itself. That makes me miss Kattegat. Well, many things do, to be honest, but I don’t think there’s much you can do after falling in the hands of a Rus Prince, even more this one.

The tea comes in no time, the warm cup handed to me by the same servant I had requested it to, and I should’ve asked for it earlier, wow. My fingers wrap around the cup firmly, trying to let as much of my skin as possible come in contact with the warm surface while I bring it closer to my lips, taking slow sips of the tea so I won’t burn my lips or my tongue. This time, I mean. The taste still feels foreigner to me, in a way it’s not bad, but not completely good as well.

My warmth is disturbed by a strong gust of wind, cold wind, that comes from the direction of the entrance to the castle. “Can’t I have a second of peace in here?” I make sure to mutter in Norse to avoid the unwanted attention from any of the guards or servants.

“I hear your complaints, dear friend, and the answer is no!” Oleg’s voice comes from down the hall, and I already twist my mouth, sighing sharply. At least when he is gone, I can pretend I own the place at least a little. I still am not completely sure of what he wants me for, but I certainly can’t be dead or mistreated if he oriented the servants to attend to my wishes so well.

Rushed, lighter steps come my way and it doesn’t take long until Igor shows up, with a small smile on his face. “(Y/n)!”

“Prince Igor, hi!” I bow a little with a smile. “It’s been a while!”

Igor nods, inhaling, but the words that were to leave his lips are replaced by a frustrated sigh as Oleg’s voice once again echoes down the place, in a way Igor just rolls his eyes and walks past me, making his way further into the castle, most likely to warm up, eat or rest.

“I have a little something that might cheer you up a little!” Oleg says, laughing.

“Oh?” I finish drinking my tea before he shows up, and hand the empty cup to the nearest servant. Hardly can Oleg have fixed something that interests me at least as much as him, though I doubt his interests aren’t limited to anything that guarantees his power over not only over Rus, but over everything.

“You’ve been sort of down since you got here, I promise you’ll find some entertainment!” His voice gains that tone it does whenever he is about to do something potentially bad—like when he went after one of his brothers—, and for a second I wonder if he found someone to replace me in his mysterious plan. Even if I’m so far away from home, out of place, I still want to live! I take a few steps back as I hear some low talk before the steps grow closer, though Oleg’s heavy footsteps are accompanied by lighter ones, with more space between them as if someone limps. “(Y/n)!” Oleg grins as he throws his hands in the air. “No need to thank me.”

I’m about to question him when he steps aside and my breath is caught in my throat with who I see. Ivar.

⟐

“So, what’s up with all of that silence between you two?” Oleg raises an eyebrow, speaking but never stopping eating. “Don’t you have much to catch up with?”

I only take a sip of my wine, letting the silence extend itself for a longer while not only because I don’t know what to start with for now but also so I won’t give Oleg the impression he has some sort of control over us.

Since our first reencounter, all Ivar and I could do was to briefly touch each other to make sure we are real, that this is really happening. The moment was interrupted by the servants urging him to change his clothes into dry and more comfortable ones as they mumbled about how the night meal was going to be served soon, so I only saw him again when he, plus Oleg, Igor, and I, were summoned together around the table. Ivar is still hesitant about the new customs and the new food, it seems, now and then adjusting his clothes, and raising his eyebrows lightly when he munches on something new after observing it for a long while.

A sigh escapes my lips as I raise an eyebrow at Oleg. “How did your mission go?”

“More interesting than I thought it would be! We’re discussing it soon.” A smile stretches his lips with that excessive sympathy he always seems to care without making any effort for it to seem genuine.

I hum with a nod, and as much as I want to roll my eyes and shake my head, I’m reminded that I am at his mercy in a country that I know very little about, where being one of the most well-known warriors across all Norway doesn’t even matter.

“How did you end up here?” Ivar catches my attention and I look up from my plate to see him once again eyeing me as if a ghost were standing right there.

Notwithstanding how I want to discuss everything with Ivar, Oleg’s gaze still burns against the side of my head, his eyes watching closely every movement of mine and each time more intensifying the exasperation that grows in my chest ever since his presence back on the castle became known. I am not his pet, but all he does when watching me protest is watch in amusement as if an owner watching their dog chase its own tail.

“After I left from Kattegat,” I start to explain once I swallow the bit of food I had been munching on, “I thought you were chasing me, so I ran away. I wasn’t even anywhere near Rus, but I...” The awful memory of being dragged away by people who I didn’t know, who spoke things I did not understand, has me holding back a scowl. “I was taken here since they recognized me.”

“Of course, one of the most famous warriors,” Ivar chuckles softly, almost humorlessly, with a gentle shrug, “who wouldn’t want them?”

A small smile tugs on my lips and I snort a chuckle, biting back a comment about how I wonder if my fame is still as good as it was before Ivar became king.

“It’s impressive to watch (y/n) fight!” Igor raises his eyebrows while nodding enthusiastically.

“I know!” Ivar smiles as he looks at the boy, though more genuinely this time. “(Y/n) was once my warrior, my right hand. They would go with me and fight with me anywhere! I saw them once kill a man twice their size, only using two daggers!” He mentions one of the confrontations we faced in England. It feels like everything happened a lifetime ago.

Igor’s amusement only grows as his mouth hangs open, eyes widening. “Impossible...”

Ivar chuckles and shakes his head. “Very much possible!”

By the corner of my eye, I can see how Oleg nods slowly. May Forseti and Freyr help me.

“Why wasn’t (y/n) with you anymore?” Igor tilts his head, and Ivar takes a breath to answer, but it never happens; I clean my throat loud enough to get everyone’s attention.

“So, Igor, why don’t you tell me about how you’ve been doing?” I smile softly at him, ignoring Ivar’s confusion and Oleg’s entertainment as he laughs into his cup of wine. “Have you learned anything new?”

Igor shifts lightly, his eyes going from Ivar to me a couple of times, but he eventually turns to me and nods. “Ivar told me how to speak Norse...”

Everything happens smoothly even with Oleg looking like he’s going to throw another tantrum at any moment, but thankfully the man is tired and leaves to his chambers with the notice that he wants to talk to Ivar and me tomorrow. Unfortunately, probably an unavoidable event, and I wonder how much Ivar has seen of Oleg so far. Igor also leaves, so I decide to wander around the castle alone in an attempt to relieve the anxiety that buzzes under my skin, and I find myself yet again standing next to one of the windows.

The nights are much calmer than the day, but now they just seem dead with the rigorous winter. Not even the light of the fire lit down the street makes any proper difference.

“(Y/n).” Ivar’s voice cuts through the silence, almost making me jump since there’s also a touch on my shoulder as my head whips around to see him standing there with a serious face on. “Can we talk?”

“Do I have the right to talk with the god Ivar now?” I raise an eyebrow, unable to hold back the smile that tugs on my lips.

Ivar clicks his tongue and looks away, letting his hand drop to the side. “Forget that stuff, okay?” To forget it? Oh, wow, okay; I nod with a hum, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed. “Look, I know how much of a bastard I was,” he says, making sure to put on that show of his as if it were extremely hard to confess anything to me despite how I’d been by his side since forever, “I know how— how stupid, idiotic, and pathetic all of that was, but you gotta understand things are different now.” He locks his gaze with mine, blinking a couple of times.

“And what does that mean?” Of course I’m not letting Ivar escape this one easily. Not after everything I went through. He is lucky that I promised to Ragnar that I would try to keep him safe whenever I could.

Knowing what I’m doing, Ivar exhales sharply and leans back a little, humming. “I shouldn’t have been an asshole towards you like that. You were right. I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be running away so miserably if I had heard you.”

“Yes...” I sigh, nodding as I follow the wallpaper’s pattern with my gaze. “That’s what you get.”

“But not only for that!” Ivar’s voice rises a little, compelling me to raise an eyebrow at him. “Also because...” He trails off; his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and he bites on his bottom lip for a moment. “Well, I love you. You’ve been by my side for so long, enduring things that I shouldn’t have put any of us through, caring enough to rant in my ear until I made a good decision, protecting me. I am not worthy of any of that, I’m not going to lie.”

A chuckle escapes my lips as I observe him, taking a good look at Ivar from head to foot. Half of me holds onto his words dearly, but the other part takes them in consideration as much as one would believe in the words of a man who slipped out of his sanity. “You’re not making much sense to me.”

“Oh, please,” Ivar huffs, “you’ve seen me broken many times already!”

“That was before you slapped me on the face and told the guards to chase me out of Kattegat!” I scoff—did he hit his head and forget everything? “Ivar, I promised my loyalty to you, then you treated me as if I were anyone! No one! Now you go around telling people stories about how I used to fight for you? Don’t play with me!” Anger still heaves in my chest, having evolved from the sadness that once resided there, now barely bringing me to tears anymore, having turned from softness and weakness into sharpness.

“You don’t understand...” His voice is but a whisper, choked in his throat, as he observes me with wide and glassy eyes. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t myself! I was overwhelmed and—”

“Good night, Ivar.” I pat his shoulder with a sigh, walking past him to make my way over to my chamber. It will be a long day tomorrow. I will need a good night of rest.

⟐

Igor is the one to wake me up in the morning, telling me that Ivar is already up and Oleg only needs me to start. Even so, I take my time to get ready, struggling against the need to leave the warmth under the covers just to face two people I wish I could have gotten rid of. Having Oleg in my life is like having an invisible splinter on the palm of my hand that I can’t see, but still annoys me the whole time, while Ivar... I wish I didn’t have to see him again, for it hurts more than it gladdens me. Wanting to hold him close and tell him that everything is alright does not conciliate with the doubt of his words, wondering if there is actually some change. I don’t know if I want to find out the truth.

“Hello.” I greet once I walk into the room, already welcomed by Oleg’s scowl as he slouches over his seat, an elbow over the armrest. “So...” I take a seat next to Ivar, on one of the pillows that sit there. “What do you want us for?”

Oleg hums like snapping out of a daze and adjusts his position lightly. “It’s clear that finding not only (y/n), but also Ivar, is a sign from God for me to put my plans in action. I have an immense interest in the lands of Scandinavia, of Norway, and you two will be essential for my plan. I have not only a strong warrior, but also a king with me.”

King? I look at Ivar, wondering if he ever told Oleg about how he was overthrown, but Ivar looks down as soon as our gazes meet. Oleg probably knows, though—he is not a dumb man, at least not in all of the senses, so he is lying probably to make himself or Ivar feel better.

“Due to the strong winter,” Oleg continues, “we must wait until spring to attack, but that doesn’t mean we should sit and wait. Both of you have fought in great wars, in addition to your great knowledge regarding Scandinavia and its rulers and people, so you’re absolutely indispensable in the making of the plan. I hope you cooperate.” He presses his lips together into a smile.

A chuckle escapes my lips, and I nod. “Yes, because I have so many choices, aside from it!”

Oleg laughs, exaggeratedly, before the room falls into a sharp silence. “You’re a very lucky person, (y/n). Very lucky.”

“Oh?” I hum, mockingly throwing my nose in the air.

“Yes.” Oleg nods. “I can’t have you as a bodyguard during the war if you’re dead, right?”

“I— Me?”

“(Y/n)?” Ivar questions almost at the same time as I do, and we share a look, also sharing the same thought of wondering if Oleg went crazy—or crazier, in this case.

“Yes!” Oleg scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why not? I want the best warrior to be with me during our attack!”

“But—”

“(Y/n) is going to be by my side and this discussion is over!” Oleg shouts, so loud his voice echoes down the place, and while I just watch it all without any amusement, Ivar’s breath hitches ever so slightly; I don’t know whether my hand itches to hold Ivar’s to comfort myself or to comfort him. “You two—none of you—are in the damn position to question anything! I don’t care who you are, or were!” The heavy quietness that falls in the room drags itself for what feels like an eternity before a sigh comes from Oleg and he leans back against his seat, rubbing his temples with a hand over his face. “I am sorry... All the anticipation and excitement, you know what it can do to a man.” He lets his hand drop with a small smile on his face, almost as if the man who shouted at us never existed in the first place. “But I really ask you to let (y/n) be with me during this battle. It would be such an honor to have a strong warrior like them by my side.”

Not Ivar nor do I verbally answer Oleg in any way after this, only nodding when he says he will be summoning us in a few days to discuss the plan once he has gathered enough people then bowing obligatorily before we can leave the room. I only find Ivar again when I’m throwing my skin cloak over my shoulders to leave.

“Do you want some company?” He raises an eyebrow, and I can’t bring myself to say no even if the word lies on the tip of my tongue.

The cold air almost feels like needles against my cheeks whenever a gust of wind hits us. Still, being out here is better than dealing with Oleg’s madness. Ivar, on the other hand, seems curious about Kiev. Even without saying a word, he follows me the whole time, even when I move to one of the tents to buy a warm drink for myself, and also for Ivar, who exclaims and hesitantly thanks the seller once being handed his cup.

“What’s this?” Ivar furrows his eyebrows as he observes the liquid, bringing it closer to smell it.

“Soup.” I observe him bring the cup to his lips, slowly and carefully tasting the drink before he hums and quickly goes for another sip.

“C’mon. Let’s heat up by the fire.” I nod towards one of the many bowls with fire inside it that are scattered around the place, gladly welcoming the warmth that embraces me when we’re close enough to it.

The soup keeps us once again quiet, sipping on it while observing our surroundings and gathering warmth before we can start walking again. As soon as Ivar downs the last bit of soup, however, things change.

“You can’t let him do that,” Ivar says quietly, and it’s fair, since Oleg seems to have eyes and ears everywhere, sometimes, “you need to be by my side. You know that.”

A sigh escapes my nose, rising steam in the sharp cold air, before my eyes meet Ivar’s, which have hope sparkling in them. For the gods. This feeling tickles the back of my neck and I look up to see Oleg on the balcony of the castle. “Let’s return the cup. I’m still going to walk more, if you want to.” I move to return the cup to the booth, and start walking away.

We’re back to the palace later when it’s already starting to get dark and the smell of food being prepared already lingers in the air once we walk past the front doors.

“My army leaders are already on their way,” Oleg says before the servant is even done taking off my coat. I nod in response, quietly making my way over to my chamber, seeking the comfort of my bed until we need to gather up once again for the next meal. Eyes follow me as I make my way, this time not Oleg’s.

The nap does me more than good, helping my body warm up and also getting rid of the aches that tugged on my muscles and bones due to the strong cold, hence my robe feels warmer and more comfortable than ever as I wrap it around myself and cross my arms over my chest to keep it in place. My peace, of course, doesn’t last long.

“(Y/n),” Ivar says, standing around the corner of the hall that leads to the main room. “Please, I—” His breath is caught in his throat with how I frown a little, but he goes on anyway, with the urgency disguised as annoyance lacing each of his actions. “Why won’t you talk to me? We need to talk and you know that! You can’t just keep avoiding it! You don’t know how worried over you I’ve been! I know you still care, it doesn’t matter how much you deny it!”

I blink slowly, sighing. “Well, you don’t know how much it hurts.”

Ivar hums as he shifts a little. “Believe me, I do. Just— Meet me later, okay? At my room. You know where it is.” His invitation rings in my mind, but I don’t say anything, only eyeing him carefully before I can finally start walking.

⟐

Despite all of my fight against it, I still find myself walking out of my room in the middle of the night, taking light steps towards Ivar’s until I’m standing before his door and I know there’s no coming back now. Only a candle on the small table beside Ivar’s bed provides light to the room, casting warm tones over him as he sits with his back against the headboard, hands folded over his lap as he looks at them like something intriguing happens there. His hair is free from any tie or braid, and I can’t deny how good he looks like that.

Only the soft sound of the door being closed behind me brings Ivar back to reality with a look that makes my heart ache a little.

“Hi,” I whisper, taking a seat by the edge of the bed.

“Hi.” A smile tugs on Ivar’s face, a genuine one. “I’m glad you’re here.” I nod, in response at the lack of what to say, but he’s quick to fill the silence. “I didn’t know what I would do if you kept treating me like that. Even more when Oleg treats you like... like you’re his possession, some sort of pet or prize.” The anger and disdain fills his voice, he speaks in that way he does whenever talking about someone he despises, spitting out the words, and it shouldn’t awaken this feeling in me. “All while I know you belong to me. We belong to each other, actually. You can’t deny it.” His shoulders lower as the tension wears out at the same time his face softens, and Ivar exhales lightly, letting his gaze meet mine. “Please, (y/n), you need—”

“Ivar.” I take in a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”

It seems like it hurts for him as well, but Ivar slowly nods, pressing his lips together. “I understand, it’s all fair. However,” he mumbles, and his gaze meets mine, more intensely this time, “I swear on my armring, on my love and dedication to you, that I truly am sorry for all that happened. I never— I’ve always needed you, but I just got to know that after you left and there was no one else to stand there with me.” He swallows audibly, and a shaky sigh escapes his nose. “Please, if you let me love you properly, take care of you, I promise I will.”

Each word brings me closer to a decision, hammering against something inside me that once insisted in petrifying whenever Ivar even looked at me with those big and apologetic eyes of his. “I love you, too, Ivar.” I nod lightly to myself. “And I missed you, too.” The bed shifts a little as I make my way over to his side, pressing close to him given how the bed isn’t that wide, but the closeness does nothing but bring comfort to both of us.

“Thank you,” Ivar whispers whilst curling up against me, letting his head rest against my shoulder according to how we lower ourselves to let our heads meet the pillows. I hum quietly in response, and tug the covers over both of us before wrapping my arms back around Ivar and bringing one of my hands up to play with his hair, softly running my fingers through it. “I am nothing without you.”

“Don’t say things like that.” I press a kiss to his head, sighing. “Everything is fine now. I’m here with you.”

“And I, with you.” He takes a hold of my hand to bring it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. “Please stay. At least hold me until I fall asleep, let me know you’re here for me.”

“Don’t worry, Ivar, I will be here.” I take a deep breath, and slowly let go of the tension.

“Can you braid my hair tomorrow, in the morning?” He buries his face in my chest, almost muffling his words as he nuzzles me.

“Of course.” I smile a little at the thought. I missed this closeness, I missed everything about him. “I’ll help you with everything. I love you, Ivar.” No matter how many times I say it, it never feels enough, somehow.

“I love you,” he hums in response, voice small, quiet, and distant.

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Part 2

[zaceouiswriting]

Brothers

Character: Bjorn Ironside x male reader

Universe: Vikings

Warnings: Cheating, mention of rape

At the horizon could they finally be seen. After months and months of hard waiting, the ships finally came back. Of course, nobody knows who and how many would be back. But it was enough to get everyone excited.

People running around, cheering and hollering all over the place. Getting everyone to stop what they were doing, to wait at the docks for the ships to finally arrive. It took a while but, as they did dozens of older men, pulled the ships at the docks and bound them.

Laughter, tears happy as well as sad got shed. One of them did not even notice his partner and children missing, too far into the fog of excitement that he was the leader of this raiding party and had brought back immense wealth.

While the docks were full of happy people, you strived around the woods with your children to teach them how to hunt in the wild. Your daughter with her bow, because of her young age and her older brother is already fighting with sword and shield. Both were needed on a hunt.

You had your fun and even got many small animals, even one deer, that someone else needed to get to the town.

As you decided to get back, bring your children home, and sent someone out to get the dead animal, the cheers became audible to you and also the children. Their faces lit up, like the stone in the sky, when day turns to night.

For some odd reason, your stomach twisted and turned. It was a horrible feeling, that you had never experienced before.

Before your children could run off, you hold them back, reminding them that they had goods in their hands, their hunting trophies. In reality, you wanted to hear around if something strange had happened, because of your gut feeling.

You only needed to walk into the town to know that something was up. People began to stare at you, mostly the women even in pity, which made this entire thing so much worse. Telling the children to stay in the house was problematic, especially because they missed their father, just as much as you did.

Still, something seemed to scream at you, that there was a problem, that your children did not need to be faced with.

Walking to the big hall, where you believed would your husband, father-in-law, and the rest of his family be. Drinking celebrating their victory, and dividing the treasures they got.

On the way there, you finally heard from a friend of yours, what happened and why everyone was so strange to you. Anger boiled up quickly, as you stormed over to a guard, taking his spear and storming into the hall.

Without saying a word, on silent feet, you walked in and searched for Bjorn. The moment you saw him laugh, a young man at his side, you threw the spear. Wishing he would move his head, so the spear would kill him, but he did not in the few seconds it took for it to fly. Instead, only the last bit of the metal ripped the skin on his cheek open.

With widened eyes and anger on his own, he stood up, ready to kill. Until he saw you. Anger dissolved in white panic, as he saw your determination to kill him for what he did.

The anger growing in you only worsened as you saw the young man at your husband's side. Not because he was beautiful but because you knew him.

„Phillipe?“, you asked in childlike wonder. It was the first time, the young man had looked up. Immediately tears formed in his eyes, as he saw you. Without any fear, he ran up to you, embracing your taller and more muscular statue.

You missed your little idiot. Leaving him when he was a child, was already hard, but now seeing him back and at your husband's side, was not really something you wanted to see.

„What happened? Why are you here?“, you asked him in a language no one except for Ragnar could understand. Your little brother didn't want to say anything. Alone because of the anger you had shown to his capturer. But he never was able to hold your stare. 

„Father put me in a monastery. Jakob is now his heir. When we got attacked, Bjorn saved me. But later took me to his bed. Since then-Since then, he forces me every night.“

To finally hear someone tell you about what your husband does when he wasn’t home, was refreshing, but to hear that your own brother got raped by the man who you thought loved you, got your blood boiling even more.

The worst thing was his silent cries, his tears soon after completely wet your shirt. 

„Ubbe, would you be so nice and bring him into my house? He does not need to see what will happen next!“ Even though the queen, Ragnar's new wife you hated with a passion, disagreed Ubbe did what you had told him. Not only because he is a good, young soldier, but also because he fears and loves you as a brother.

Phillipe was reluctant in following Ubbe, knowing that he was aware of what Bjorn had done to him, but trusted you nevertheless.

With him gone, you finally looked back at Bjorn. On the way, you saw Ragnar’s eyes, drilling holes in his son's head.

„Did you have fun, Bjorn? Running through villages? Taking advantage of the weak? And even force men, without knowledge of experience with weapons under you?“, you asked him, while still getting nearer to him. His fear only grew. You were smaller and less muscular to him, but he had lost one too many times against you in a fight.

Finally, as you stood directly in front of him, you asked the most important question, „Did you do it before? Or was this the first time?“

He wasn’t able to answer, but Ragnar did it for him, „It was the first time.“ His teeth grind off one another. Understanding that even when it was the first time, he would most likely lose you as a son.

„Oh, really Bjorn? Which luck! Your first time, going outside of our marriage, you do it with my little brother. He has only lived for sixteen winters!“

As he heard that this was your brother, every single bit, that was still smug vanished. He never thought that you could leave him, with the amount of love you had for him.

But now everything was different and he knew it. „Please, love let's talk about this!“ He never talks like this, until he knows that he did something bad and now also unforgivable.

Instead of hearing him out, you knocked your own husband out cold. He laid on the floor, still breathing, but not awake anymore.

„When he wakes up, tell him he is not allowed to come back to our house. And if he dares too, we will fight to the death.“

As you turned around, an immense amount of sadness and guilt washed over you. If you hadn’t left, your brother never would've been at this place. A monastery, really? You wanted to strangle your father for this. Forcing your brother to become a monk.

Before you left, though, you looked one more time back. Seeing no one aiding Bjorn, filled your heart with love. As you looked at your father-in-law, you nodded in his direction with gratitude and a question on your mind that you could not ask him outright. Maybe when he wasn’t surrounded by his men. And you needed to find Bjorn's mother to tell her and asked her for advice as well. Even though you lived a decade there, many things were still a mystery for you.

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[rukia-writes]

hewwo! can i request headcanons of how bjorn would react to a male reader calling him beautiful (and absolutely meaning it)? thank you, much love !

🍄 “You’re beautiful Bjorn.”

🍄 “What?”

🍄 Bjorn is just awestruck.

🍄 will rub the back of his head with his hand, while blushing.

🍄 “I’m not beautiful and you shouldn’t say that to a viking.”

🍄 “But you are. Please take the compliment.”

🍄 Bjorn grumbles for a few seconds, then he’ll punch (Name) in the arm.(Not too rough)

🍄 “Then buy me drinks since I’m so beautiful.”

✨Rukia-Writes✨