#earl ragnar

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Stills from Season 1 Episode 1 of The Last Kingdom

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[maralisa124]

Hi guys

There was this Finan story from the last kingdom where he was still the slave and he met a slave girl, and then they were both saved by Ragnar

Do any of you know the story???

[transfinan]

Man I can't say that earl ragnar coming out and fighting for a good minute while actually on fire was something I expected.

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Ragnar Blackmane

by George Earl Abalayan

[thedarknone]

LMAO

3rd wedding day is tense. (Yes, it's a 3-day wedding).

When the bride's father starts his speech with "I know [bride] is my daughter because she is very stubborn. I said 'no' two times and we are still here." and follows that up with "About [groom] I can say very little because in these speeches you are supposed to say only things that are true and positive." YOU KNOW THERE MIGHT STILL BE MANSLAUGHTER

[entitled-fangirl]

New.

Bjorn Ironside x English!reader

Summary: With his return after helping save Kattegat from Jarl Borg, Bjorn finds himself interested in a girl who doesn't speak his language.

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She could feel his eyes on her as she moved through the crowd.

Bjorn had been watching her the entire time.

After taking back their home from Jarl Borg, Ragnar had a feast in celebration. Bjorn had taken that as a time to reintroduce himself to the home from his youth.

But she was new.

She'd been taken as a slave during one of Ragnar's many ventures across shores. Now, she spent her time as his cupbearer- he had a soft spot for the young Christian woman.

And he'd notice his eldest son's interest.

Ragnar's head lulled back with a knowing grin and waved his hand to motion her over.

She immediately stepped to him. But when he didn't hold out his cup, or even motion for what he wanted, she was confused. "Earl Ragnar?" She asked softly.

Finally, his attention set on her and in his eyes was nothing but trouble. He curled a finger in to get her to lean in. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "I want you to attend to Bjorn for the rest of the night."

Her head turned to meet his eye, but he was already anticipating her questions.

"For tonight, you fill Bjorn's cup. Not mine."

She had never done so for anyone other than Ragnar and his wife, Aslaug. And the only saving grace was that Ragnar spoke her language. No one else did.

So serving Bjorn, a man her age with no clue of her language- that would be difficult.

With another wave of his hand, she gave him a nod of her head, setting off to do as he wished.

Weaving through the crowd was more difficult than originally thought. They were all quite drunk, and bumping or tripping a man in this instance would result in a punishment.

Eventually, in Bjorn's eyeline, she could feel his gaze take her in entirely. His eyes widened as she neared him.

Her eyes finally met his. Bjorn was a handsome warrior, and she knew somewhere deep down, he had a better heart than most men. So being gazed upon by his eyes didn't bring the dreaded pit in her stomach like it would if it were someone else. 

"What is your name?" He asked as softly as he could over the loud shouts and clamor of the room.

She frowned. She bent onto her knees to be at a better level with his seated body.

"Your name," he tried again. His eyes raked over her face and he finally decided that she wasn't quite the same as the other women around them. 

She clearly wasn't born here.

"You're English," he clarified, more to himself than to her.

As the familiar word, her eyes lit up just slightly. She gave him a happy nod in hopes that he spoke English.

"A Christian?" He asked.

Another nod from her.

His lips pulled up into a smile. A genuine boyish one. "You're rather pretty."

That sentence confused her. She didn't know what he said. The word 'pretty' flashed in her mind. She had heard it before- when passing Ragnar while he spoke to his wife. And judging by the smile Aslaug had given him, or the flush to her cheeks, it was a good word.

Y/n's mind took over from there, and she stood and took off to get him a cup.

Bjorn had yet to drink a drop the entire night.

He was confused by her sudden takeoff and watched her with a close eye.

She returned with a horn filled and held it out to him, as if that was all he wanted from her.

Bjorn frowned. He hadn't planned to partake in the drinking, but if it pleased her, he'd take the cup.

Their fingers brushed, and her eyes widened.

"Thank you," he quietly said with a nod of his head.

She gave a polite excusing nod and stepped away.

…

"Father," Bjorn spoke the next day. "I wish to learn English."

Ragnar's eyes widened in surprise. The Earl was never truly a surprised man, but this was one of those few moments. "Why the sudden interest?" Then his eyes narrowed and grew amused, like he'd answered his own question. His head tilted. "You want to learn her language?"

The 'her' in question was nowhere near them at the time, and still they both knew exactly who he was talking about.

"It could be helpful for… other things," Bjorn tried to justify.

Ragnar held a teasing finger up with a grin. "Fine. I'll teach you. But do not distract her from her work later."

Bjorn nodded frantically. "Of course. I would never."

He definitely would.

…

A few hours after his first lesson with his father, Bjorn pretended to wander around aimlessly until he spotted her.

She was sitting over a fire, tending to a small pan over the flames.

The sun was beginning to set and night would soon near.

Bjorn's steps stopped across from her, the only separation now being the fire. He bent down to look her in the eyes. He watched as her own eyes widened but she said nothing. Perhaps she waited for a command- one that he'd never make.

He took his time, took a deep breath, and tried to remember what his father had just taught him only an hour before. "H-Hello," he stumbled in her language.

Her eyes lit up at the sound of her mother tongue. She sat up on her knees and spoke through the flames to him, though he didn't know many of the words she said. He caught 'English' and 'speak.'

"What is your name?" He spoke with a smile. 

"Y/n," she happily gave.

He repeated it, mispronouncing it slightly. She giggled and repeated her name slowly, enunciating each syllable for him.

He tried again, knowing he failed even worse that time. He laughed and stood, walking around the fire to hear her better. Now kneeled beside her, he could let his eyes roam over her face. Her skin reflected the flames, creating a glow to her pretty eyes that had him stunned.

She repeated her name slowly and waited.

He tried, but when he missed it once again, her hand grabbed under his chin, her fingers curled around his cheeks to help his lips form the correct sound.

She enunciated her name one last time.

Bjorn tried to pay attention. He really did. But his eyes roamed over her pretty face and he knew he was done for.

Especially when a bright smile washed over her at his correct pronunciation.

He'd do anything to see it again.

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[axelsagewrites]

Hello,

Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.

Ivar the Boneless*Shy

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 2081

Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff

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As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.

It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.

Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.

You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.

“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.

Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”

Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.

“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.

“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”

Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.

“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.

“What are you doing?”

“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.

“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”

“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.

For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.

“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.

“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”

“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.

“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”

“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.

“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”

“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.

 You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.

-

The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.

“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”

-

Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.

He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.

Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”

With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.

-

You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.

“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”

“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.

None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.

“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”

“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”

“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.

-

While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.

“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.

Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.

“How have you been- “

“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”

A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.

“And now?”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.

“You’re moving here?”  Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”

Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”

“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.

“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”

He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”

“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.

-

For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.

You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.

“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”

“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.

“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,”

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[flintsilvers]

people who did not watch vikings s1 through 3 do Not understand the enormity of ragnar and athelstan, the viking earl who kidnapped the christian monk and the two of them spent the rest of their lives falling harder and harder in love with each other to the point that when the christian monk died the viking earl (now king) had the bishop of paris baptize him so they could be reunited in heaven and later tried to kill himself but didnt manage to and spent the followong 10 years away from everything and everyone and only came back to die at the hands of the other king who was psychosexually obsessed with the monk

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I'm loving earl ragnar and I'm loving this old blind guy

[grantairescurls]

yeah but also he dislikes when people take care of him when he’s sick because it makes him feel useless and a burden so he pretends to be fine until he passes out during training and Ragnar has to carry him to his house and threaten him to rest

Athelstan would be the kind of person who Never Gets Sick and is always kinda smug about it until he does actually and is down for the count for like 2 weeks and he feels like a corpse he Is Not Happy

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Ivar The Boneless

Prompt: Homesickness and soft Ivar.

For the first three months, you cry at night. There is no way to explain it other than the homesickness you feel crawling up your insides. You don’t want to be here, you never asked to be here. Your father had an unfinished debt with King Ragnar, so he gave him the only thing of value he had; you. At first, you were meant to be a thrall in the service of the rulers, but the youngest prince took a liking to you, and considering that your father used to be an Earl, you were deemed acceptable to become his wife. And thus, you married.

“Wife of mine, what troubles you tonight?” Ivar’s soft voice breaks your line of thought. His rough hand trails from your elbow to your shoulder before he turns you around in bed and pulls you to him. You used to wake up with a damp pillow every morning, Ivar would notice every single time. He never mentioned it, but he also never tried to set you free.

Despite the odd beginnings, you’ve come to love your husband, and you like to believe the feeling is mutual. “Same as always, my love.”

He considers your words; you know he doesn’t like when you feel down thinking about the past. “This is your home now, you can have anything you want, you know that, right?”

You do. “I’m just thinking about my family and what they did.” Because as much as Ivar boughtyou, your family sold you.

“You don’t need them anymore, if a family is what you desire…” he hesitates, “I will do my best to give it to you, wife.” You both know the rumor of his incapability is completely mistaken. Still, you’re also aware that Ivar is scared of having children out of fear they will resemble him in disability. The fact that he’s willing to try speaks about his love.

“Truly?” His blue eyes are full of sincerity and insecurity. You want to crush everything that makes him uncertain, like he quells your nightmares.

The first three months you cry at night, but the next three decades you smile at dawn.