#freya ironside

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober day 2: Titfucking- Bjorn Ironside

Summary: kept up with sore breasts, Bjorn helps you to feel better

Word count: 642

A/N: if this gets enough attention I might do a part 2

Lying awake in the middle of the night groaning in bed with Bjorn is usually a great time but right now while you’re both in pain and horny it’s not great.

“My love, why don’t you just let me take care of you. Blood does not phase me, and you usually love when I take care of you during your monthly bleeds.” Bjorn almost growled in your ear as his hand reaches from your stomach to the top of your pelvis, nipping at your ear.

“Bjorn, darling, I would love nothing more than for you to shove your cock in me and fuck me senseless but I can barely move. By the gods! I want your cock so badly! My breasts hurt, I’m tired and I need you.” You moan, frustration taking over you.

Bjorn noticed you massaging your own breasts as you pouted at him, upset and sleep clearly on your face.

“Well I mean if your breasts need massaging then let me.” Bjorn whispers seductively as his hands gently replaced yours.

Bjorns hands may have felt more rough, but they were just as gentle as your own. The mix of his calloused hands but gentle movements driving you mad.

“Gods, your breasts are a gift just for me. The gods have blessed you with an absolutely beautiful body, and they have blessed me with you.” He groans directly into your ear, now straddling your hips.

Your head falls back as you grasp and groan, pain now beginning to be forgotten as pleasure takes over. As Bjorn begins to pinch your nipples, your eyes open to the amazing site in front of you.

Bjorn was gently gyrating his hips into you, hands squeezing you a lot more roughly now as his eyes are fixated just on your breasts, looking almost hypnotised by them. He loved your breasts more than battle, booze or the gods themselves.

With how fascinated he was with your breasts and with his cock ever growing as he ground into you, an idea came to your mind. This idea was more of a fantasy, one you’ve thought about often. You needed Bjorn and he need you, especially your breasts.

“Fuck my tits!” You moaned out, very inelegantly and needy.

This caused bjorns eyes to shoot up to yours as a mischievous grin grew on his face.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, my love.” He grinned cheekily as he jumped off of you to grab the bottle of oil kept in your bedroom cabinet.

Quickly rushing back and almost jumping back on top of you as he generously poured the oil on you and rubbing it all over you. Squeezing your breasts once again with fascination, watching the oil shine and glide on your breasts under the candle light made you look like a goddess.

“Gods you are a goddess, Freya herself would be jealous of you, my love.” He almost growled as pushed the head of his cock through your breasts.

Groaning, his head falls back as he pushes his cock through your breasts, thrusts growing faster and harder. His hands squeeze your breasts harder and his cock pushes into you with more powerful strokes.

“Oh y/n! Oh fuck! Gods I’m gonna cum all over you.” He almost roared at you.

“Cum all over me, Bjorn. Give me your cum.” You say breathless, drunk on the image of this great warrior above you.

It only took a few more strong thrusts until his warm cum flew onto your face and chest. Licking up what you can reach, you drag him down by his neck roughly kissing him, shoving your tongue into his mouth.

“My breasts definitely feel a lot better now but I believe it’s time you show me how much blood truly doesn’t bother you, oh mighty warrior.” You tease him with a cheeky grin.

[the-firebird69]

Manfred Mann's Earth Band – Blinded by the Light Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

https://genius.com/Manfred-manns-earth-band-blinded-by-the-light-lyrics

The song is about Becca and Brad and it's about how she got very messed with and damaged a little bit but his back and didn't get tired and it's happened a few times but it's about what is happening to her. Missing about him being a go-kart Mozart the incredibly famous person and making fantastic vehicles that are saving people and then working. And they're saying also little curly wurly curly and he felt it and knew it was coming and found the Pearl early and it is a reference to the Black Pearl which is USS Constitution old ironsides. And it's about how he discovered what was happening that they still have whiskey in the jar. And he pulls up and says would you like a ride and we think it's Ken who sings the song.

And you think it's going to be very soon that he gets some Wheels these guys figure out what's going on even the pseudo empire

Thor Freya

Olympus

I approve this message too and so does Olympus this is great print please

Hera ok

Zues

[stefivare]

Hogwarts Memories on Wattpad by stefivare

Students began to Apparate there either with family members or alone, others arrived on their brooms or preferred to travel with less eye-catching means, such as horses or chariots, especially Muggleborns and Halfbloods opted for these last ones.

This is a snippet from my other fanfic, the continuation of the Vikings one. This one sees Freya entering an entire different world to the one she knew, the Wizarding World. She learns that she’s the only Complete Metaformagus to ever exist and she meets the Four Founders of Hogwarts just before they built the school and her being at the school and protecting the Wizarding World becomes imperative.

Freya lives for more than a thousand years, she meets every Headmaster and Headmistresses of Hogwarts and the other European schools, every Council members, all the ancestors of the pure blood houses, all the Ministers for Magic and every witch and wizard that have made a name for themselves - she meets everyone up until the second Wizarding War. She is behind every decision, every move, she knows most of what goes on even before it happens.

This is a Wizarding World like you have never seen, canon and fanon, with dates, history, magic, wars, disputes, beloved characters looked more in depth, new students and teachers in the old ages, facts that don’t make much sense explained … everything!

[confesstofreya]

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Can i request a bjorn x reader one night stand

But she ignores him the next day bcs she doesnt want a relationship with him ?

I hope you will like it! Thank you very much for your request! <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

It has been years since any of them would visit Uppsala. Every 9 years turned to almost 20. The little boy turned into a man. So much happened since then. He had brothers now, he had lost a sister, his parents separated. He fought, he loved, he lived. And this year, this year he came back to Uppsala with the people of Kattegat, with his mother Queen Lagertha. Everything was ready, people were drinking and dancing around fires in the forest. Until tomorrow, they could feast with the gods. As he walked through the trees he saw a woman dancing. He didn't know her, he would've surely remember someone so pretty, and graceful. Were you a goddess? Freya herself? You mesmerized him from the very first moment he set eyes on you. He started to walk towards you and when you noticed you smirked and walked the opposite direction further away from him. Soon enough you were giggling around in the forest enjoying the chase.He caught you in his arms hugging you close to his chest as he leaned down to whisper.

-Careful now little one.

You smirked and twisted yourself out of his hold and ran again, he growled and ran after you, missing how you hid behind a tree. He stopped on a small clearing, huffing, looking around for you but not finding anyone. The noises of the feast long gone. You suddenly jumped on his back, startling him as he easily tossed you on the grass, kneeling beside you holding his axe to your neck as you giggled. You sat up slowly, axe still pushing into your neck threateningly as you kissed him slowly. He tossed the axe away to gather you in his arms, straddling him, never breaking the feverish kiss. Your hand wandered between your bodies to free his member from his confines. It must have been painful for him, he was huge and ready. You spat in your hand before playing with him a bit. When he growled into your mouth you smirked before lining him up with your slit. Sinking down slowly with a moan. You were using him, chasing your own pleasure, and he couldn't get enough of your face contorting, your body moving on him, how your velvety walls felt around him. If you weren't made for him then he doesn't know anything anymore. You fit in his arms so perfectly. You came with a scream, slumping further into him as you both tried to catch your breaths. WIth a few slow thrusts he came deep inside you, laying back down in the grass, holding you closer.

He wanted to talk, he wanted to get to know you, but you were fast asleep in his arms. He slowly drifted to a peaeful slumber.

The next morning he woke up, arms searching for you but you were gone. He smiled himself, liking the chase. No matter who he was, you would make him fight for you, in his mind he could already hear the wedding horns. He walked back just in time for the ceremonies. You were one of the people carrying the blood filled plates around, drawing runes on faces. His too. You didn't miss the look on his face, but you were quick to move away to the next. It was time to pack up and leave for home. He tried to talk to you numerous times, but you dismissed him every time. When he searched the rows of people on their way back to Kattegat he did not see you. Were you not with them? He got on a horse and galloped back to the temple, only to find the bodies of the animals and people sacrificed, and a few of the priests... But not a sign of you.

The head priest walked up to him.

-Have you left something behind, Bjorn Ironside?

-I am searching for a woman, with (Y/h/c) and the prettiest (y/e/c). Voice like an angel...

-Oh yes i have felt her presence too my son, the unnamed goddess, the one who takes, and we could never know when she will give back.. You have been chosen Bjorn Ironside, you have been blessed by the goddess..

[bjornswoman]

Mine

Requested by @anaagarrafinha

Author's note: I was kind of too excited when I was writing about it because it's about alpha!Bjorn.

Pairing: Alpha!Bjorn x Omega!Reader

Genre: Smut, ABO dynamic

Summary: Alpha decides that it's time to claim his little omega

Warnings: Smut

Your parents were certain about you and your life. You were a liitle omega. They always had the fear of predators.

Alphas.

They walked around claiming whoever they want, destroying everything in their way. They always took what they wanted never matter the consequences.

There were a lot men with disgusting scent. Some tried to claim you. If its wasn't for your parents, you couldn't save yourself. As an omega you were always ready for heat.

Even if men wanted to bed you, they wouldn't. Your father was a well respected man on Kattegat and they backed off out of respect to him.

But there was a man that even your father feared and respected. That man...

Well, your heat met you every time he was around. His stares burned you. His hungry, predatory, blue eyes were a great challenge for you.

He enjoyed seeing you hiding and running from him. He liked to play with his prey.

You knew well that if he wanted, he would claim you without difficulty.

Because noone could say no to Bjorn Ironside the older son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

And if ever anyone said no, well people don't know what happened to the last one but for sure it wasn't good for the other person.

Every woman craved him, mated or not and he craved them all too, pleasuring them all but he always eyed and desired for challenges amd you were.

Not many men had actually slept with you, felt you and listened your moans but you weren't mated.

Nobody was good enough for you, according to the words of your father. You couldn't do anything from sighing and agreeing.

You were an innocent and kind omega but Bjorn knew better than this. He had seen you get angry and, to be honest, it turned him on. Your eyes threw daggers to that man in market.

The truth was that it angered him watching that man pursuing you. He were with king Harald Finehair when he got your sweet scent in the air and he looked directly in your way. His eyes darkened when he saw Ingvar right behind you.

He was angry. No the right word it's mad. He was mad.

He was jealous. But he would never accept it.

Even Harald noticed his stare at that young woman, walking through the market.

He smiled, catching your scent. It smelled like rose.

"Who's that woman?" Harald asked looking at you. Bjorn frowned at him. Harald looked at him back, leaving your figure.

"Noone you should know." He spoke angrily. "She's mine and that bastard there is about to know what happens when you seek something that's mine." He was pissed at Harald, at Ingvar, even at you.

You made him feel something that he felt only ones for that woman. It was kind of scary even for him but if it was about you, he would take you. Something about you told him that you wouldn't betray him, his feelings.

He stopped in the middle of the way, admiring you. You pushed Ingvar and yelled at his face.

He tried to touch your butt, he saw it coming but it wasn't to be so easy for him. Bjorn would take care of him.

You noticed Bjorn walking your way and you started again the game. The hunt. You were the prey and him the predator, like the alpha he was.

But this time were different he wouldn't let you just run away. He was chasing you down the woods.

You knew well this woods, like the back of your hand but he knew them better and he was fast.

You were praying to Odin and Freya for their help desperately. If he caught you, he would claim you.

In that thought your body heated, your scent grew stronger and you were sweaty from running.

He lost you. He wasn't behind you anymore but you could smell his scent. It was the strongest of all the other's. He smelled like danger must smell.

He grabbed you by your waist, scaring you so much that you screamed. He closed your mouth with his large hand.

"You can run all you want but I'll always catch that strong scent of yours calling for me to claim you." He whispered to you to you, breathing in your neck.

You looked at the enraged and dark blue of his eyes.

"I know what you want from me." You said just a little amount of time after his hand left your mouth for your hip.

"You have no idea, omega." He said. He hand grabbed you skirts and pulled them up. The other gripped firmly your waist just in case you decided to run away.

But you wouldn't. He knew that. Both of you knew that. Your heat had gotten to you.

His fingers were on your wet entrance. This hunt made you feel too hot.

You cried for his touch and he giggled.

He needed you as muck as you. You could feel because of his hard cock behing you.

"So soaked and I haven't even start." He commented before push two of his fingers inside your entrance. You gasped. His fingers were circling and press your clit.

You moaned like a crazy woman with your eyes closed. He watched you. The pants tightened around him fo much that he thought he would explode.

Your walls clenched around his fingers you were about to cum, he pulled out of you. You turned to face him with a cry, that brought a wide smile to his face.

He pushed you to a tree near you end kissed you roughly and wildly.

He untied the laces of his pants and released his cock. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso.

His thrust hardly himself in you and you groaned loudly.

"You are so tight, omega." He said as he pushed himself deeper. You couldn't do nothing but groan. His pace was fast and rough. He deepened himself more in ever thrust, reaching your core. That made you scream in pleasure.

The only sounds that came out of his mouth were some growls or some cursing.

"You are mine." He stated. His lips collided with your neck in the spot where was supposed to be your mark. The mark your alpha has left there. Let everyone knows you are his.

You didn't had an alpha. You didn't have mate.

He thrusted and at the same time bit your neck leaving you with his mark.

You clenched your walls around his cock as you cum.

"Alpha." You breathed a last. If there wasn't his grip in your waist, you would fall to the ground.

He pushed himself deeper than any other time and his seed spilled inside you.

After some minutes, you stood in your feet and he tied his pants.

"And now what?" You asked nervously not looking at him.

"Now everyone is going to see you belong to me." He spoke, leaning closer to you.

His kissed were softer that the previous.

You chuckled to him and so did he.

You were his.

And he was yours.

[lovlydovlyjaycie]

Ævi - The Protector

Hey, so this is going to be a mini series on something I have tried to do before. But I thought of a different way to make it shorter and to make it make more sense. I hope you like it, this idea has been in my head for honestly.. a couple of years now lol. I just decided I really want to put it down somewhere. And where is better than here? Am I right?! lol

Summary: This is set in 2010. There are no such things as superheroes. Right? Maybe Iron Man, but that is it. It has to be. Y/n was just trying to celebrate her birthday, but that quickly changed when she got a gift from a mysterious man.

Warnings: Fluff, violenc

Characters: Y/n, Bjorn Ironside, Odin, Heimdall, Thor, Loki, Freya, Hela, Ragnar Lothbrok, Floki, Lagertha, Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Rollo, Mentioned: Iron Man, OC Emma, OC Lars, OC Sanna, OC Nils, OC David

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Part 4 - last part, with a little sneak peak ;)

Bjorn had brought me to the longhouse where everybody already seemed to get ready for battle. Ragnar, Lagertha and Floki were suited up. I looked around and saw there was a gaping hole in the roof of the longhouse that people were trying to fix. “What happened here.” I asked, that seemed to gain everyone’s attention inside. “Uhm.. well, you. When that rainbow came down that was what we were left with.” Bjorn explained. “You are back! I knew the Gods were on our side.” Floki said as he walked over to me and hugged me tightly. I just awkwardly hugged him back. “Yeah, I guess I’m not dead.” I laughed awkwardly as well. “The Frost Giants are coming back soon. It is good you came back when you did.” Ragnar told me. “You look like you can fight.” He noted, looking at my clothes. I just nodded, still a bit unsure of myself and what I could do. I mean I trained, but actually having to fight.. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that. But I will non the less.

Then Sigurd came running in. “They’re here!” He said, referring most likely to the Frost Giants. “Let’s go!” Ragnar ordered and walked out to where the fight was.

We all followed him. And more people joined in. The people that couldn’t fight locked their doors in the hopes of surviving. “Where did you go?” asked Lagertha who started walking next to me. “I guess I was on Asgard.. I trained with Valkyries.” She seemed to light up by that comment. But besides that we were all quiet, getting ready for whatever we were soon going to face.

We were set up outside of Kattegat by a big field. Under any other circumstance it was beautiful here. The field was perfectly surrounded by trees and on both sides there were tall mountains and cliffs. But on the other side of the field was a large army of Frost Giants. The army parted and out walked what I guessed was the leader another Frost Giant and a woman with deer like horns on her head. 

“Are you ready?!” Ragnar said to no one in particular. 

“ Skeggǫld! Skálmǫld! Skildir ro Klofnir! Skeggǫld! Skálmǫld! Skildir ro Klofnir!” Floki was chanting and repeating, axe time, sword time, shields are splintered! These people were ready to fight for their lives. Everybody was chanting, waiting in anticipation until Ragnar would give the signal to attack. Behind us everybody was chanting and hitting their swords and axes on their shields. The Frost Giant army was also waiting on the signal to attack. You could hear awful screeches coming from there. Then the head of their army gave the signal to charge and the Frost Giants came running towards us. They were still far. “FRAM!” Forward, Ragnar yelled.

We all charged at the army of Frost Giants. We all ran as quickly as we could and I soon has a head start from everybody else. There were no excuses I had to fight. The Giants came closer and closer. I held my sword a little tighter and when the first few Giants were in reach I gave them my first blow as hard as I could and tried to use my energy I had in me with it. Tens of the Giants flew back hitting others in their army. I was a bit shocked for a brief second it actually worked, but I quickly recollected myself and charged at the other Giants coming for me. I kept on doing the same blow and making them fly back and hit others on their way to the ground. I now saw that the rest had caught up with me and started to fight. They were all good especially Ragnar, Lagertha, Floki, Bjorn and Ivar. Everything that came in their way they put down. Bjorn came next to me. “I knew you had it in you!” He yelled over all the commotion. “Learned from the best.” I retorted. “You definitely did not learn that from me.” He said jokingly. I smiled as at him before I took down another Giant.

Suddenly it felt like it started to get a lot colder. Freezing even. Looking up at the sky it was very clouded and it started to snow. “What is happening?!” I yelled. “I don’t know.” Bjorn answered back. But it clicked, it was the Frost Giants. They wanted another Ice age. “It is them!” I pointed briefly towards the leader and Hela with my sword. “Go! We got it handled!” Bjorn yelled. I saw Lagertha behind Bjorn and she gave me a nod.

But how was I supposed to get through this? There were so many of them. I walked back slightly before I charged at them again hoping to get through. I had an idea, but it was crazy. As I started running faster and faster right before I would come in contact with the Giants I jumped. And I flew over before I came to the ground again. I decided to do it again hitting the Giants out of the way before I jumped again. Soon I was out of the battlefield. I looked behind me and saw that some Giants noticed I got out. They charged at me, but I gave them another hard blow, I repeated it until they were all out of the way so I could move on to the leader and Hela.

I turned around and Hela was standing right in front of me. “Where is it?! Where did you hide it?!” Hela demanded. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I told her before she gave me a blow to my stomach that sent me flying back a couple of yards. “The stone! I could feel it on you! Where did you hide it?!” She demanded again standing over me. “I still don’t know what you are talking about lady. I don’t have any stone.” I retorted. “Fine have it your way than.” She was annoyed and pulled a knife out and held it in both hands. She came closer and I quickly kicked her feet and she fell stumbled back. I quickly gathered myself and stood up holding my sword in my hands pointing it towards her. “Oh, so you trained little girl. Still pathetic.” She gave me a sinister smile and charged at me. When she came close enough I gave all the strength I got and tried to hit her, but she easily caught me sword with her knifes. “Is that all you got?” She said mockingly. I decided to do what she did and kicked her in the stomach and she flew back. This wasn’t over, so I ran at her before jumping when as I was going down I pointed my sword at her to the ground. But she quickly stood up and hit me in the side with her foot again and I flew back.

Again I stood up ready to go at her I ran and jumped this time she dodged it and ran out of my reach. She went towards the mountains and I quickly followed her. She was very quick. I was keeping up and it felt like I came farther and farther with every jump I took, but it was all still new to me. She must have had year in experience of fighting, how was I going to win from that. In the mountains she used whatever power she had to throw rocks at me. At first I hit them out of the way with my sword, but soon it became too much and I had to shield myself. I was able to make a shield with my energy and protect myself. I still felt every rock that was being thrown against the shield I made.

“I see you still have it.” Hela stopped throwing the rocks, but I still kept my shield up. “How are you able to hide it now. She came closer and I followed every move she made, ready for whatever was going to happen next. “How are you now able to hide the stone?” She wondered out loud. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She rolled her eyes at that, but kept stepping closer. She was inspecting me, it felt like she was sniffing me out. “Ahhh, you had some witch spell put on you by mommy dearest.” She gave me that sinister smile again. “So you’ve been to Asgard and got some witchy training and now you think you can take all of us on?” This made me think she is not expecting for another army to come, which was good. “You don’t think I can take you?” I retorted challenging her. “Oh little girl, the only advantage you have is the stone, but you don’t even know what it all can do on it’s own. If you give it to me I can show you.” She stepped closer and put her hand out expecting me to just give her the stone. “I’m not giving you anything.” I told her. “You really don’t understand little girl. Life is literally in your hands. You can take it away just as much as giving it back. Let me show you.” Hela came even closer. Too close. So I blew the energy at her that was holding up my shield at her and she flew back, down the mountain.

I looked from my spot what was happening on the battlefield. Ragnar’s army was getting in trouble. I could see and almost feel that we had lost many people already. I wanted to help them, so I made a start down the mountain jumping towards the battlefield when I got hit by Hela. We both flew back towards the mountain and hit it hard. Rocks where flying everywhere. I quickly looked around and saw I lost my sword. I had nothing to defend myself with anymore. Hela noticed and again gave me her smile. She pulled her arm back and got her knife again I quickly out my hands in front of me to not her hit me, but she cut in my right arm doing so. I would need something after this on my arms to shield myself with..

I gathered all the energy I had and threw it at her making her stumble back again. I decided to not stay around and just jump down the mountain in the hopes of finding my sword. In a way I felt much stronger now, like I was letting the power in. I realized this as I jumped from a very high mountain and landed on the ground without falling. “This is something I could get used to.” I said under my breath. In the distance I could see my sword laying on the ground. I quickly ran towards it when I noticed something came behind me. It was Hela again. Why won’t she just.. die. I quickly turned around and blasted energy at her which made her fly back. She quickly stood again and threw knifes at me that appeared out of thin air. I dodged almost every single one of them until one cut me badly in my upper leg. “Ahh!” I groaned. Hela came closer and pushed me over. She put her foot on my chest and pushed me down. I couldn’t move. “Ready to tell me where the stone is?” She asked. I tried to struggle out of her grip, but to no avail. She made a bigger sword appear and cut my right arm. It burned a lot.

I tried again to get out her grip and in my struggle I noticed my sword only a few feet away. It felt like it was mocking me. So close yet so far. In a weak attempt I reached for it, but it was nowhere near close to reaching it. For some reason I still kept trying and then I noticed the sword moved. Like it knew I was reaching for it. “Where is the stone?!” I heard Hela say, but I ignored her and tried to reach for my sword again. And then it moved! It flew right or my hand. In a quick swing I hit Hela in her side.

Then looking on the other side of the battlefield the rainbow appeared and a whole army of Asgard was charging at the Frost Giants. Odin was going straight for the leader and started fighting him. He was gaining the upper hand until the leader was holding a blue square. The space stone. That’s how they got here. The Frost Giant used it to blast something out of it. Odin dodged it easily, but others fighting were frozen until the scattered. That’s why it turned cold. He was somehow using the stone. He needed to be stopped.

But I was still busy with Hela, I was hitting her with my sword over and over, finally gaining the upper hand. I hit her by her shoulders legs sides. Enough to do damage, but not enough to make her stop. I had an idea. It might not be good, but it would be something. I quickly ran towards the line of fire and Hela followed closely. Hopefully not noticing my idea. Right in front of me there was another blast that I barley missed. I lost my footing and Hela hit me with one of her knifes again hitting me by my cheek. “Give me the stone little girl.” She demanded. “Come and get it.” I retorted making her follow me again. As she started to come at me again she was perfectly lined up with the blasts from the space stone and she froze. Not the same as the others who shattered after. She was unable to move, but you could clearly she she still knew exactly what was going on. On my left I saw that the Asguardians had helped defeat the Frost Giants and Bjorn, Lagertha, Floki, Rollo, Ragnar and his sons were safe. On my right I saw Odin had gained the upper hand again and made the Frost Giant drop the space stone. With one swift jab the Frost Giant was no longer alive. We had won. We were safe.

Odin walked over towards me with the space stone in hand. “Daughter, you will no longer roam free in any of the nine realms. Your life will be bound to mine and for as long as I shall live you will be locked away.” Odin told a non moving Hela. I could see in her eyes she would want to scream at him, but she couldn’t. Though luck. “You did good y/n.” He told me as he put his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you.” I was proud of myself. I knew and felt I could do so much more, but this was a very good start at discovering my powers. Odin dropped his hand from my shoulder and handed me the space stone. “As the safe keeper of Life it might be a good idea if you hide this somewhere safe. I also heard of the other stones and where they might be. I think it would be best that you get them and hide them somewhere out of reach from everyone.” He went on the explain. I would be the safe keeper of all the stones, but where would I start hiding them? “But there are five other stones out there. Knowing it’s power, it probably wouldn’t be good to hide all of them here.. on earth.” I wondered out loud. “You have a whole galaxy to hide them.” He answered. With that he walked back to his army. “You are always welcome on Asgard. Just call for Heimdall and he will bring you to us.” He said as he was walking away.

“You were amazing!” Bjorn said as he was running up to me. “You were flying and then the all father came and helped us defeat them. This will go down in history as the greatest battle.” He told me excitedly. But this will go down as a myth. A story to tell children before they go to sleep. Nobody will believe what happened here. I would know. But I just nodded at Bjorn. “You are safe.” I told him, more reassuring myself. Nobody that I knew lost their life this battle, but if it is true what Odin said and I would love for maybe a thousand years, I knew that some day I would lose everybody I know. This thought I quickly pushed aside and decided to live in the moment. Bjorn embraced me, probably sensing I had some lingering thoughts of all of this. “You are safe.” He repeated. Before we locked lips for a brief moment. “What are you going to do with that box?” He asked looking down at the space stone. “I am going to hide it along with some other things. It is my job.” I explained.

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And so I did just that. First I hid the space stone and for a while I stayed on earth. I had lived a full life, or as full as it could be, you know without the aging. Bjorn had been by my side the entire time and this life, this Viking life was coming to an end. I had explained Bjorn that soon there wouldn’t be any Vikings anymore. This broke his heart and I decided to do something about it. I asked Frey’s for help with a spell and put a barrier around the island of Kattegat. This way nobody from the outside could come in and disturb it. But if people wanted to leave Kattegat to live a more modern life, they were free to do so. They could only never return. Having this is something that made Bjorn very happy, something that would stay the same for as long as possible. But his last day came quickly.

I told him he was one of the lucky ones. He got to live a full life and have his last moments surrounded by family. “I love you Bjorn.” I told him crying. “I love you too. Now soon I will feast in Valhalla with my father and mother, drink with my brothers and when it is time for you, you will join me. Al though comparing yourself to me that might be a while. You have not aged a day since I met you. My beautiful y/n. I will love you in this life and the next to come. Live your life like your days are numbered my love.” And those where his last words. “Bjorn?” No response. I closed his eyes and kissed the top of his head. “I will always love you. Now go meet your family, they have been waiting for a long time.” I told him. Tears were falling down my cheeks.

For a while I still decided to stay on earth, but I had some work to do. Find the other infinity stones and keep them safe.

...

1941

“Oh come on Loki it’ll be fun! And besides you owe me. You were the one that convinced me to go to America in a time like this. We will just dance and then we’re out. Just an hour.” I told Loki excited to go dancing. “I told you I’m not dancing.” He responded. “Fine I’ll find somebody else to dance with than.” I looked around and saw a man with dark hair and broad shoulders standing by a bar. Perfect! I walked towards him and tapped his shoulder. His eyes were a beautiful steel blue color and it looked like he had a permanent smirk stuck on his face. “Hi! Would you like to have a dance with me?” I asked.

..

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Let me know what you think :)

And there obviously is a little sneak peak of what the next story will be. I had so much fun writing this, it had been in my head for such a long time!

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Engendered

Genre: Pain and grief

Story Type: One-shot

Rating: M+18

Summary: Lagertha’s grief causes her to make a decision that may change things forever.

A/N:  I know it’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything. Truth is, I’ve hated everything I’ve done lately. But, I had a dream about this and just decided to write it. For some reason, I find writing internal conflict to be so much easier than fluff. 

As always thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax​ for being my beta reader. 

Engendered 

en·gen·dered / ənˈjendər·ed /  - verb; (of a father) beget (offspring).

“Be careful, Shieldmaiden Lagertha, Once Queen of Kattegat. Wishes granted by the gods are not always what we, in Midgard, seek.”

When the Seer had spoken those words all those many years ago, she had thought the old man crazy. Truth be told, the entire village thought him crazy, but none would admit it. He, with his blackened lips, fleshed-out eyes, and collection of potions and poultices that cluttered the small hut in the side of the hill that could scarcely be called a home. This hovel, with its animal bones hanging from the scaffolding like ornaments was hardly a dwelling fit for a pig, yet they had always flocked there to see him. 

She was no different from the rest of those who sought his visions. She needed him to tell her what the gods had in store, no matter the cost. The Seer’s readings were often so cryptic, they hardly could pass as law. Other than pondering the true meaning behind his words the price to pay for his company was relatively small.

What harm could come from licking his palm? Possibly the same harm that could come from enacting a ritual for the goddess many years past? 

Lagertha should have known better than to be so trusting, especially when galdr was involved. Nothing good had ever come from witchcraft, even if it was blessed by Freya, herself. She hadn’t been in her right mind. She was hurting and she needed him to hurt just as much.

When the new Queen of Kattegat had her first child, a son called Ubbe, Ragnar was overjoyed, and it crushed her even more.

She remembered seeing that sparkle in his eyes when their children were born. At Bjorn’s birth, the women of Frigga who had assisted with his delivery commented how beautiful he was and was destined to be a great warrior. When Gyda arrived, Ragnar announced that the goddess, herself, would be jealous of their daughter’s beauty. 

How proud both she and Ragnar had been.

Both times Lagertha had seen Ragnar’s eyes shine like the stars in Asgard. How she had looked forward to seeing that twinkle in those crystal blue eyes again with the birth of their third child. 

Their son, the boy that she would call Eluf, though he would never live to hear himself be called that name, looked so much like Bjorn. 

Eluf came too early. 

He proved to be the one thing their union could not overcome. His death would not make Ragnar stay. 

That is why she called him Eluf, if only in the confines of her heart. For he would always be her eternal heir, even if his father had forgotten the promises he  made to his family.

She tried to keep their family together. Oh, how she tried. The queen of Kattegat tried to save her marriage, much like she tried to save her stillborn son. She prayed to Freya and Frigga for strength and protection. She held onto everything she loved as tightly as she possibly could, suffocating Ragnar with her love with the same strength she used to clench her thighs together to ensure her precious Eluf stayed inside of her. 

But her grasp weakened and as he drew closer to Midgard, he tore her apart from the inside out. 

How much like his father the boy had been. 

Just as her precious son had pulled away from her, so had his father. Ragnar’s growing obsession with England made the promises of returning to the simple farm life they once shared a fantasy. How could a homestead with children ever again be enough for a man with such ambitions? 

Lagertha would swear that she could feel pieces of him tearing away from her every day. It was that tenacity that forbade him from being by her side when she needed him most. 

Secretly, she hated him for it.

Ragnar’s prophecy was told to him at their marriage that he would have many great sons. It was the idea of building such a home that kept them so in love and happy in their lives past. Lagertha had always assumed that she would be the bearer of those sons; the gods already blessing them with Bjorn. 

Never once did she imagine that she would have to endure the heartache of seeing Ragnar’s eyes dance with such pride over his sons born to another woman.  

Witnessing the birth of his first son born to a new wife was devastating, but then came another and another. With every healthy birth of Queen Aslaug, more of her died inside.

Why should this interloper take everything that was rightfully hers? 

This woman, this völva, had traveled to the former queen’s home and prospered from her pain. Lagertha had loved Ragnar from the very beginning, when they had nothing, were nothing. She had encouraged him, fought with him through his rise to power - buried two of his children, all to be replaced by this ... despot?

What right did they have to be happy? What right did Aslaug’s sons have to live when her beloved Eluf did not? The gods could not possibly be this cruel. 

It was her grief that made her do it - always going to the mound of earth in which her beloved Gyda and Eluf lay, desperately trying to make soft flowers grow in the frozen earth that covered their bones. No matter the strength of the frozen wind that whipped through the valley in the winter, or the smell of rotting wood from docked ships that rose from the lake in the spring, she was there, knelt at their marker whispering to her children. 

Lagertha just wanted a sign - some signal that the Valkyrie had taken their souls to Odin and been permitted to enter Valhalla on the merits of their ancestors. 

That’s how she knew that Freya had answered her prayers when the sedir had come to her at dusk that day. The rain had finally slowed, producing only a light drizzle and the smell of the earth was fresh. The soil that she had been running her hands over for hours, weeping and speaking to her children was soft in her hands. 

The hand on her shoulder was gentle and the voice in her ear was almost a whisper. She sounded like Freya, herself. The woman told her that Gyda was safe and was now enlisted as a Valkyrie. 

The witch with the voice of a goddess also told Lagertha of a way to see her son again and get revenge on those who scorned her. For so many years she had prayed for this. She had asked, no begged the gods for help in mending her broken heart and here Freya was answering her prayers. 

All she had to do was open the earth and remove the blood-stained rag of Eluf’s.

She also needed to retrieve a strand of hair of Aslaug, who was again with a child, sure to be Ragnar’s fourth son with this trespasser. Once she had those items, she was to burn them in an open flame and the goddess would do the rest. 

It could not have been more simple. The ground was already soft enough for digging and though it would break her heart to disturb the resting places of her babies, she would do it. If it would make the pain stop, she would do anything. Including being cordial with the queen and wishing her well on her fourth child. Sitting at the table with her and enjoying a meal, getting close enough to her to hug her and take a hair, would be easy. It would please Ragnar to see his two loves befriending each other. Lagertha could play that part.

And as the open flames grew hotter and the items were dropped inside, Lagertha closed her eyes and begged Freya to heed her prayers. 

That is when Queen Aslaug doubled over in pain, knowing that this pregnancy was unlike any other she had experienced.

********

“I understand everything perfectly. I want revenge.”

She had thought she saw glimpses of familiarity in his eyes before, but it was so fleeting that she dismissed it. Since the ritual in the woods, Lagertha hardly ever thought about Ragnar and his queen or his tribe of boys. Her son, Bjorn Ironside, had proven himself a mighty warrior, and she too had grown in reputation. She had taken over Hedeby. With so much to celebrate, she hardly had time to ponder on the absent Ragnar or his drunkard wife. 

Admittedly, there was a tiny bit of guilt when the youngest boy, Ivar, was born with twisted limbs. Lagertha knew how disappointed Ragnar had been knowing that he could never truly be Viking. The shame that must have put on his head. The same type of shame he should have felt for abandoning his first family. 

And the pain the queen had to deal with having a child that needed so much. Lagertha was sure it hardly matched the pain that she felt at losing not one but two children by the same man that she now called husband. Let alone not having that same husband not be there for the death of either of them.

The goddess had fulfilled her promise, no matter what the Seer warned.

Yet, there was something not quite right about the fourth boy. He had a dark presence - a brooding about him. Always sheltered, but always in pain. Not just physical pain, there was a pain behind his eyes. Lagertha saw it in the few interactions she’d had with him. 

It was not until that day that he slid across the floor of the Great Hall with all in attendance, while Queen Lagertha addressed her subjects, did she fully understand. 

Each time his knives stabbed into the wooden floor and he slid closer to her, his eyes became clearer. She had seen those eyes before. Not Ivar’s eyes, or even Ragnar’s, but someone else’s - an acquaintanceship with something behind them.

The boy, Ivar, perched himself on a stool and glared at her with such hatred. 

Eluf?

She stepped down.

Eluf?

She stepped down from her throne.

Eluf?

She stepped down from her throne and tried to speak calmly. 

Eluf?

She stepped down from her throne and tried to speak calmly, placing her hand on Ivar’s shoulder as if to touch her son through him. 

How was it that her son inhabited this boy’s body? Why was he speaking to her in such hateful tones? The words seeking revenge for the death of Aslaug were not Ivar’s, they were Eluf’s. She could tell by the cold, dead tone behind his eyes. 

She had seen it before. The quick flashes she thought she recognized between the vibrant deep blue of Ivar’s, to the murky pools buried deep within. Had those been the eyes of Eluf staring at her all that time? 

Surely, her baby boy wasn’t telling her that he wanted to kill her?

But he was. He did all the time. 

Eluf, her sweet baby, who never drew his own breath, breathed deeply through Ivar Ragnarsson. He wreaked havoc wherever he went. He was masterful and spiteful. He was brilliant and cruel. He was beautiful and destructive. 

Eluf brought about pain and death. 

This was not what the goddess promised. This was not what was supposed to happen. Ragnar was supposed to suffer the way that she suffered, she had not meant to suffer the whole world. Never did Lagertha mean to raise her boy from his peaceful death and reanimate him into the destroyer of Kattegat. 

Watching the flames lick the rooftops of the home just outside of the center of Kattegat, Lagertha could smell the rotting stench of the dead lying in the street, mixed with the burning tar and charred remains of her fellow countrymen. She thought back to how the Seer had warned her. 

Was that truly Freya that had spoken to her years ago, or Loki? What right did she have to ask the gods for revenge? She should have not interfered; just let them do their work with Ragnar’s fate.

All of this was her fault. All of this death was her fault. 

And to know that she would meet her death at the hands of one of his sons. But which one: Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar or Eluf? 

Oh Odin, what had she done?

******

“You are a god.” 

Legs dangling off of the back of the cart, Ivar watched as Kattegat grew smaller in the distance. 

The inexplicable anger in him had been sated for now. That inner voice, the one that made his heart pump faster and his jaw clench seemed to be at peace. He could rest; if only for a moment, he could rest. 

He knew this would not be the last time he saw his home, just like he knew no one would ever doubt him again.

Maybe this time, with the voice silenced he could find happiness. He thought he had found it with Freydis, but the voice grew louder than her most days. In the end, the voice was right. She was just like the rest, an obstacle in his way to greatness. She needed to be quieted. 

She had been right about one thing, he was a god. Not in the traditional sense, he now understood that. He had been engendered by the gods. Created by the seed of his father, in the womb of his mother and fused with Hel’s knowledge provided by his brother. 

He would go on to do many great things. Kattegat was just the beginning. 

The world would never forget Ivar the Boneless. 

His brother would always ensure that he would be ruthless. 

Fin.

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Alex Høgh Andersen

The Story  📝

Storm: PART 1 / PART 2  📝

The Kind Of The Earth  📝

Let’s Just Relax  📝

Break Up   📱

Flirt   📱

Hate 📱

Ragnarsdottir 📱

And, Action  📱

Childhood  📱

Actress  📱

GoT  📱

Rome  📱

Descendant Of Freya  📱

Alexander Ludwig

Are You Kidding Me?  📝

He Looked At Me  📝

Hated  📱

Alexander Skarsgård

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Ben Robson

Little One  📝 

Don’t Forget  📝

Bill Skarsgård

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Boyd Holbrook

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Bradley Cooper

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Wired Autocomplete Interview  📝/ 📹

Chris Evans

Star Wars: PART 1 / PART 2  📱

Chris Hemsworth

Mini Me  📱

Dacre Montgomery

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You Are My World  📝

Little Family  📝

Froy Gutierrez

Singer  📱

Henry Cavill

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Fall In Love  📹

Jake Gyllenhaal

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Keira Knightley

Best Friends Forever  📱

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Tom Holland

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𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽

Tobias Eaton

Important Dates  📝

Uriah Pedrad

Fearless  📝

𝓓𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓴

Dunkirk cast

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𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼

Fast & Furious family

The Fury  📝

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻: 𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭

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JP Cappelletty

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Propose  📱/ 📝

We Did It  📝

Puppy  💬

Machine Gun Kelly

Him & I  📝

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Protege   📱

My Queen  📱/ 📝

Found Her  📱

Tattoo  📹 / 📝

Tattoo Parlour  📱

Spanish  📹

The Breakup PART 1/PART 2  📹

Premiere  📱

She’s Into Metal  📝

Birthday Wish  📝

Queen Of Vampires  📝

Married In Vegas   📱

Happiest Boyfriend Ever  📝

Fair  📱

Way Too Good-looking  📝

All About Her  📱

Hollywood Whore  📱

Shoutout To My Ex PART 1/PART 2  📝

Find Each Other  📝

Conservative  📝

Conservative Girl  📱

You Are My Best Friend PART 1/PART 2  📝

B-Day  📝

Pregananant!  📝

Dress Up  📝

Follow The Rules  📝

Spa  📱

Tempting Fate  📝

𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓼

Francisco Lachowski

Silly Faces  📝

𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷

Henri Charriere

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𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼

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Derek Luh

Interview  📹

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Why do you care? PART 1 / PART 2   📝

He’s Mine / I’m Hers 📝

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The Call  📝

Meant To Be  📝

Fun Weekend 📝

Chin Up Buttercup  📝

You Don’t Know Shit  📝

Here For You  📝

Just Teasin’  📝/ 📹

Revenge  📝

You Look Perfect PART 1/PART 2/PART 3  📝

𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

Steve Harrington

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Adam Milligan

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Dean Winchester

I’m Loosing My Mind  📝

Lion’s Gate Bridge  📝

𝓣𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯

Isaac Lahey

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Liam Dunbar

Determined To Protect  📝

Baby Sister  📝

Do You Still Remember?  📝

Feeling Used  💬

Tomboy   📝

You Got A Problem?  📝

Half Winchester  📝

Mccall pack

Coping PART 1/ PART 2  📝

Type  📝

Art Fair 🖼

Not Here Right Now  📝

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Scott Mccall

Date?  📝

Smoke  📝/ 📹

Family Reunion  📝

Baby  📝/ 📹

Theo Raeken

Your Side 📝

Not As Alone PART 1/PART 2/PART 3 📝

My Girl PART 1/PART 2  📝

Our Own Pack  📝

Not A Clue  🔞/📝

I Don’t Like You Eather  📝

Part Of His Pack  📝/ 📹

Marry Me PART 1/PART 2 📝/ 📹

Daughter Of Hades  📝

Truck  📝/ 📹

Kidnapped  📝/ 📹

Kiss Me  📝

Stuck Between Two  📝

Malia Tate

Secret  📝/ 📹

Brett Talbot

Snitch  📝/ 📹

Aiden Steiner

Lovely  📝

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽

Mick Mars

Actress  📝/ 📹

Nikki Sixx

Clean Cut  📝

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼

Cato

Little Sister  📝/ 📹

Victory   📝

Johanna Mason

Sisters  📝/ 📹

The Hunger Games

The News  📝/ 📹

Cousin  📝/ 📹

Revenge  📝/ 📹

Peeta Mellark

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓮

Gavin Nichols

Flustered  📝/ 📹

Fight  📝/ 📹

One Drink 📝/ 📹

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

Damon Salvatore

But Then You Came Along  📝

Kai Parker

Feelings Are Hard  📝

Lorenzo St John

I Knew I Loved You Then  📝

My Ship: Damon and Rose

My Vamire Diaries OTP  📱

Compelled  📹

𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓻

William “Ironhead” Miller

Like What You See?  📝/ 📹

Spitfire  📝/ 📹

Lucky I love you  📝/ 📹

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 Ø𝓷𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓵ø𝓽𝓼

Josh Dun

The Big News  📝

Sparks Fly  📝

All Dressed Up  📝

Let Loose  📝

State Fair  📝

I’m In Love With You  📝

If I Could Think Of Anything  📝

Protect You  📝

I Believe In You  📝

That Band Sucks  📝

Dark Thoughts  📝

Tyler Joseph

Blood Run Cold: PART 1 / PART 2  📝

Oh Ms Believer  📝

Time Flies  📝

College Crush  📝

Puppy Love  📝

Until The Last Rose Dies  📝

State Fair  📝

Nice Hickeys You Got There  🔞 /📝

Enraged  📝

Teasing You  🔞 /📝

Disney World  📝

Can’t You See It  📝

Prom  📝

He’s Missing Out  📝

Hook You Up  📝

Lip Sync  🔞 /📝

The Boy You Met Last Night  🔞 /📝

A Perfect Day  📝

Danced Her Way Into My Heart  📝

The Meme Face  💬

𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓶

Eddie Brock

Destiny  📝

𝓥𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

Bjorn Ironside

Shield Maiden  📝

Ivar the Boneless

You Don’t Want Me To Get Angry  📝

Your Place Is With Me  📝

The Cripple  📝

Floki’s Daughter  📝

Tiny Humans  📝

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓬𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓸𝓷

Half Sis  📝/ 📹

Leo Valdez

I’m Off  📝

𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼

Jed

Reuniting  📝/ 📹

Mate  📝/ 📹

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

Blaise Zambini

Yule Ball  📝/ 📹

𝓞𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

Cesar Diaz

I’ll Run To You  📝

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼

Dolan Twins

Both In Love  📱

Kian Lawley

Vacation  📱

Lilly Singh

Best Friends  📱

#𝓢𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓐𝓻𝓽

Feb 11th Entry

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[vikingsarememes]

His True Wife

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Main Characters: Hvitserk ‘whiteshirt’ Ragnarsson, Ubbe Ragnarsson, Reader.

Characters Mentioned: Ivar the Boneless, Original Characters, Torvi, Gunnhild, Bjorn Ironside, Katia, Prince Igor

Summary: you reached safety and with that, your life’s changed and your fate was decided, but this time, you are content about it even with all the obstacles that you are facing.

Word Count:   1862

A/N: the last chapter of a wonderful journey that I hope you all enjoyed as much as I did.

warnings: none

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You descended off the boat carefully, hugging your belly, almost six months pregnant, you followed Ubbe into a small village in the middle of the isolated Island, you never heard of, but it was beautiful, green, it looked like one of those islands you heard of, where winter never arrives “Hvitserk?” he called once he reached the center, it was beautiful, farms, everywhere, animals of different kinds, men and women, even little children, there weren’t many, but it had a different pace, a peaceful place.

The man walked out of a little stable and wiped his hands with a piece of cloth, hugging Ubbe first “brother, what are you doing here?” you stood there quietly until he noticed you and embraced you in a hug “Y/N!” he beamed, a little frown creeping once he noticed you weren’t just you anymore “come, please rest and tell me what happened, you wouldn’t visit with few men if it was just because you missed me” he invited you into his humble hut, starting the fire immediately, he poured water for you and soup, you drank gratefully.

 “Ivar’s bringing the Rus to takeover Kattegat, Y/N is only safe here, she’s the one who warned us, it’s the only place Ivar isn’t familiar with, you must keep her with you otherwise Ivar will kill her, he had already decided that she was a traitor” 

Ubbe explained, your eyes were focused on Hvitserk, he’s changed, he seems better, way better than the last time you saw him, he was healthy, clean, well-fed, all by himself, it made your heart warm, now that he had fought his demons for good, now that he doesn’t need you up his arse all the time to make sure he’s alright, you remember the first time you brought him to your farm after Ivar, he was terrified of everything, you had to look after him as if you looked after a scared child, but now he’s a man again, he collected his shattered pieces and fixed himself.

He and Ubbe talked about things you weren’t interested in listening to, you were too focused on your own thoughts “I guess we are destined to be together for tragedies only” he mumbled to you, reaching for your hand, you took it, this time, it didn’t feel strange to you, you smiled a little, Ubbe stood up and hugged his brother “I must return to Harald at once, perhaps next time I visit I could bring you few things with me?” Hvitserk nodded “don’t worry about me, brother, I’m alright, you return, bring Bjorn too, we’ll be fine,” he said glancing at you, Ubbe hugged you both goodbye “thank you for everything Ubbe” you whispered “you take care of yourself and your child, and Hvitserk as well, next time we meet, I’ll bring you good news of the terror that will end” you nodded and watched the older one leave, leaving you all alone with Hvitserk.

Hvitserk sat next to you, and pulled you into his arms, you leaned to him and cried your heart out, he sat there and comforted you, just like you once did to him, he held you until you calmed down then brushed your tears off with his thumbs “it’s over now, Ivar cannot have a hold on you here, you can heal, I’ve missed you so much, I know you’re mad at me for leaving, but watching you with him was a pain that kept my old wounds from healing, you deserve someone better but I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me” 

“It seems like everyone expected this fate but me” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest “you did too, but you chose to give him a chance”, “because I’m a fool” you sniffled “no because you are kind, and that’s what I always loved about you, the world could be burning and you’d be enjoying the bright colors, you know it’s bad, but you chose to see the good, and trust me, you will be okay, and I will not leave your side, your child will be alright as well, I swear to you” you gave him a little weak smile, he then showed you the bed, you slept the moment you laid down, hoping with days, your tiring trip, the past few days, you hoped they will all be forgotten.

- A year had passed, your son was born, healthy and safe, the other on the way, Hvitserk treated him just like his own, you never left the island, no one bothered to visit neither, you were forgotten you knew Ivar was dead though, from the night you woke up screaming, clenching to your chest, it was the same night that your son decided to be born as if the gods were telling you it’s enough sadness, it’s time to think of the future, your son Ingfred was a blessing from the gods.

You and Hvitserk had a little farm together, one that was fruitful, nothing was dead in it, you had some animals, goats, children of Brenda the goat were running around, chicken and sheep as well as horses, in this new land, no one was a slave, everyone helped everyone, it was like the stories your slaves told you about their heaven, only better, this one wasn’t a delusion.

In this new world, you are Hvitserk’s wife, and you had pride in that, walking with your head high all the time, and together, you were strong, you loved each other so much, just when you thought Freya cursed you to live brokenhearted forever, the gods proved you wrong in the shape of the childhood friend of yours, that you found broken then you lost, that he found you broken and together you were fixed, you were carrying his child as well.

“Boats!” someone shouted, Hvitserk looked at you, you looked at him horrified, for a moment you thought Ivar had found you, your visions never lied before, yet your heart was racing, you picked up your little son, your husband picked his ax and headed to the docks, you followed, with the dagger Thoman gave you, you stood next to your husband as you waited for the boat to arrive, once you realized who it was, the two of you put your weapons down.

The two men walked to you and hugged you both, with the biggest grin you hugged back “Bjorn! Ubbe! You’re finally back!” you beamed, some other men were there as well, and more plants and animals, the men were all related to the ones on the island, it was a big reunion, everyone was so happy, the five of you headed to your hut, the meal was already ready, you always made extra food in case someone somewhere was hungry, you shared a meal, Ubbe played with your son for a while, gave him few gifts, so did Bjorn.

“How are Torvi and Gunnhild? I hoped for a reunion with them as well” you were somehow disappointed “our ladies are looking after Kattegat while we visit, they send their greetings, but for now, we hope that we’ll be enough I take it you are well?” Ubbe asked, glancing at your belly, you smiled “more than enough Ubbe, we are married, well, you two saw it before us, we wished you were with us but we knew you had other responsibilities” 

“The war was consuming, the Rus… they had us trapped for a month, then the war was horrible, we lost a lot of good men, even with Harald’s men we were outnumbered, and the assassins, it only ended when Ivar was killed by his new wife, yes, he took a third one, this time a Russian woman, Katia I think, she was with his child, but she was killed as well, the prince of Rus ordered her head for betrayal, once they had no leader, we attacked and swiped them, we buried him in the farm for his wish, he always said it was the only place he felt loved after Aslaug, we owed him that least.” Ubbe explained.

“You don’t seem very surprised,” Bjorn noticed, you faked a smile “I’ve known for a while now Bjorn, I’ve always had a connection with Ivar, it was my gift, and the fact that the two of you are here, not him confirms my suspicions,”  you told, Hvitserk reached for your hand, even though he was your husband, he understood the love you had for his brother, he wouldn’t deny you the feelings of grief, but you accepted his fate a long time ago, there was nothing left to mourn “Kattegat is now under the wings of Harald, he kept us responsible of it for the sake of everything we’ve been through and when we helped it on its feet once again we came to you, baring gifts, and hoping the three of you would return with us” Bjorn continued, you looked at your husband frowning, he understood.

“Our life is here, stay for a few days, if you stay you’ll understand why we can’t leave, we have nothing back in Kattegat” Hvitserk replied “is there anything we can say to change your mind?” the two of you glanced at each other and shook your head no “look at them! Teaming up against us!” Bjorn scoffed “oh brother, they’ve been always a team against everyone else, it’s now that they’re husband and wife why we’re noticing it!” Ubbe answered and the four of you laughed.

- Years had passed, you and your husband watched your island grow, you were selected to lead the people, an honor that you embraced, you watched your children grow and your life was filled with happiness, you and Hvitserk made sure Ingfred knew Ivar, you told him all kind of stories about him, you told him the story of a man, everyone else despised, until they created an outrageous monster that wanted to destroy everyone and everything in his way.

You told him about a man that you loved with all of your heart, how happy you were even if it was for a short period of time, you talked about his brilliance, his intelligence, and how happy he was to learn that he will receive a child, by time, your stories of him expanded until your son had the full truth.

even though Hvitserk never treated him anything less than his own, you owe the man you once loved this much, but Hvitserk, he was another story, he was what the christens called a saint, which is funny for everyone who knows the man.

You learned how to fight alongside with your four children, one girl named Thora, and two younger boys, Rognvald and Fridlelf, and you lived a long life, the two of you watched your children grow into wonderful men and women and watched your grandchildren fill the island with laughter and love you never knew sadness or cried a tear, your life was honorable, isolated and peaceful, and when gods decided it was time to take you, you had no regrets but plenty of memories to warm your heart.

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[the-firebird69]

Yeah I recognize your car that's awesome. What about to talk about it says that's right and move you out probation getting of course just want to know what you're doing to get me out of here I'm serious you listening buddy

Hera

Yup. We have a debate going on. Probably sure how Venus can get locked by Mars from Earl

Zues

You can't really it's just close to Earth at this time. I do hear you it's with everybody who cares I am they won't make mistakes with us good

Hera

It's coming along nicely we have a plan and it's a little bit longer range and you picked up he says you have artificial gravity that he desired come on you've seen his designs

Thor Freya

Yeah I've seen his designs like the firebird it's okay it's not great it says it looks like a Lamborghini or something around the same time and the advantage of Ironside or something hindsight but he uses it. So I'm going to go to war with them. I look over in your packing up it's funny I think I've ever done that yes I hv every time

Hera

We're going to conclude the debate tonight and we had a lot of outstanding questions and it worked a lot towards our goals we do have options

Thor Freya

I like what it sounds like I'm ready to dig in and I do hear the technical side of it and it's good

Hera

We're working on that too to make it more secure

Olympus

[stefivare]

A few of the Vikings women I love!

Freya Ironside, Gifted by the Gods on Wattpad by stefivare

in this fanfic you’ll find only badass women and an extraordinary main character, a fighter, Gifted by the Gods, a shieldmaiden, standing up for who she loves and what she believes in!

[confesstofreya]

[plus-size-reader]

Becoming Viking

Bjorn Ironside x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1921 words

Warnings:none 

Summary: Reader is a christian woman who falls in love with Bjorn. She is inspired to become a viking after watching Torvi and Ubbe be baptized. 

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As you watched Ubbe and Torvi get baptized, you couldn't help but feel strange about it. You had been baptized similarly as a child but something about this struck a cord in you.

Could it really be so simple to renounce their Gods for another? How had you never thought about that before.

In fact, it wasn't until you met the viking that you realized that there were other options as far as religion was concerned.

You had been raised with the idea that there was a single God and that all others were false but since meeting Bjorn, you learned that there were many more that you'd never even heard about.  

Each night, he taught you more and more about his Gods and the stories he'd been raised hearing in Kattegat.

With every single word, you fell more and more in love with each thing he said.

And as you stood in the clearing, you realized another thing.

More than anything, you wanted to be one of his people. You wanted to be loved in the eyes of Odin and Thor, Freya and all the gods.

You wanted to be part of his world, just as Ubbe and Torvi had just become part of your own.

The only problem was that you weren't sure how to become viking, or if any of them would even want you to become pagan in the first place.

Bjorn had assured you at first that it wouldn't matter if you were christian or not, he still loved you but you knew that it would all be different if you were to become viking

As a christian, you could never marry Bjorn or bare his children. It would be an offense to both your God, and all of his and you just couldn't have that.

You could never truly be with him until you understood.

~

You waited until night to even approach the subject.

In truth, you were unsure about how to ask. However, that was the only doubt that you had. You knew that you were always meant to be a viking.

Your own people, the people of Wessex, had already turned their backs on you...

You weren't one of them, and deep down, they all knew it.

"Bjorn?" You called, your slightly wavering voice breaking the silence in the room. You were already sitting in bed, wrapped up in the silk bedding that they'd provided for you. Bjorn hated the slick fabric, often complaining that it was no where near as comfortable as furs, but you found it quite agreeable.

Perhaps that was because you'd never experienced anything else on your skin.

He grunted, letting you know that he was listening to you. When he entered the room, you saw the he had on only his trousers, leaving his bare chest exposed to your eyes.

The sight was nearly enough to make you forget what you were talking about entirely, though you were quick to snap out of it.

"What do you think about what Ubbe and Torvi did today? Taking on a new religion I mean?" you wondered, clarifying so he wouldn't go on another rant about how his brother had forsaken their father.

You simply wanted to know how he felt about the whole thing in general.

A single look in his direction proved your right. Bjorn was confused by your words...but not for the reason you thought.

You thought that maybe he didn't understand what you were asking, but he understood perfectly. What confused him was your reason for asking.

In all this time, you had never shown any interest in such a thing but now, there was something else shining in your eyes.

You were such a curious little thing, something Bjorn had always admired.

It was one of the reasons he'd fallen in love with you in the first place. You may have been a christian woman, but you had the heart of a lion.

"I think that it is a foolish plan on Ubbe's part" he repeated, for what must have been the third time today. You already knew that he was angry about what his brother had done. That wasn't what you wanted to know.

You turned in bed to face him completely, more determined than ever as you searched his face for the answer you were craving.

"Do you think that I could do it?" you wondered now, shocking him as the words left your lips. You were already a christian, so what good would a second baptism be?

Unless of course you weren't talking about a christian baptism at all...

But you couldn't be talking about what he thought you were, could you?

There was simply no way that was what you wanted.

"You don't mean-?" he started, his question being silence by your lips against his own.

The kiss caught him off guard but your mouth on his was always welcome, so he simply kissed you back until you were ready to separate again.

"Do you love me Bjorn?" you whispered against his lips, still trying to catch the breath he'd stolen from you.

Without missing a single beat, he nodded.

If there was one thing he was sure about in this world, it was that he was in love with you. He loved you unlike he'd ever loved another and nothing was ever going to change that.

And that was all you needed to know to ask him the question that had been sitting on your tongue all day.

"I want to become a viking" again it was a whisper but this time, your determination was back.

At first, he thought you were kidding. That maybe you thought this was some kind of joke that you could play.

However, upon taking a second look, he saw that you were completely serious. So serious in fact that he was almost proud.

Never in his life had he thought about you wanting to do something like that. It was a sin in your lord's eyes and there was no way that you could do such a thing lightly.

And somehow more important was the idea that you'd also have to take on all of his own gods.

He just wasn't sure if you'd thought it all through yet.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You can't go back once you've done it" he warned, knowing exactly what it would entail for you to become a viking completely. The most different from your own ceremonies was the sacrifice that would be needed

Without a sacrifice, the gods would not allow anything of the sort.

"I do. I've thought about it quite a lot, and I want to be recognized in the eyes of Odin as his child" you assured, reaching a hand up to cup his face, brushing your thumb over his lower lip.

His eyes drifted closed at the gentle touch, distracting him for a moment from the important conversation you'd been having.

Having you as his wife, his viking bride would be the greatest thing he could imagine...followed closely by you baring his children, of course.

"And if I agreed to baptize you in the eyes of the gods, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he wondered, taking your hand in his own, before bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss on the skin there.

You weren't sure what to say at first.

When you had started this conversation, you could have never thought of it ending in this way.

Did Bjorn really want to marry you? Did he really want you to be his bride?

Even if you did go through the ceremony and become a born-again viking woman, would there be no shame in taking your hand in marriage?

There were just so many things to think about and you weren't sure if he'd thought about any of them.

"Are you sure that's what you want Bjorn? You want to marry me?" you asked, your fingers dancing carefully along his exposed shoulder as you thought about what he was asking of you.

You had no doubts about marrying him, but a lot would have to be done before it could happen. You understood that.

The two of you could not be wed as long as you were still a christian, the laws of Odin and the old gods prohibited it.

"Nothing would make me happier, however, there are a few things you should know about such a ritual" he hummed, wanting to make sure that you knew exactly what you were getting into before you signed up for such a thing.

There would be a lot of blood, and a lot of other things that you weren't used to in your christian church.

Still, it would all be worth it if you truly wanted to become a viking. If you truly wanted to become his wife.

This time, all you did was nod. You needed to say nothing, instead choosing to listen fully to his words.

You would have to learn much about vikings and their traditions, and this was clearly the start of that.

"The matter of you becoming a viking is a simpler ceremony than the marriage will be. First you will have to renounce your false god, as Ubbe and Torvi did with our gods." "After that, there will be a sacrifice, and you will be painted in the blood"

He laid it out so matter-of-factually, as if the murder of an animal meant nothing to him. However, if you were going to be a viking, you would have to do it.

"Do I have to kill the animal?" you wondered, stopping him in the middle of his explanation. If it had to be done by your hand, then you would do it but if not, you would rather someone else wield the knife.

Bjorn chuckled at that under his breath, trying to imagine you slicing an animal's throat.

Nowhere in the ritual did it say you had to be the one to spill the blood, as long as you wore it in Odin's name. He would happily take care of it for you, if you didn't want to be the one to do it.

"No sweet one, I can do that for you" he assured, brushing your hair lightly out of your face before clearing his throat to continue.

"The marriage rite is a bit more complex, but not by much. We will gather with all of the people in Kattegat, there will be another sacrifice and a prayer to the gods. Then, my brothers will race me for your hand, in which I will beat them all...I promise" he winked, bringing a smile to your face as soon as the words left his lips.

It was a bit more of a summary than the actual rite would be but he could fill you in more when the time came.

As far as tonight went however, he considered the two of you engaged to married. As soon as you were brought into Odin's gracious light, your would both be joined in marriage.

"I love you Bjorn" you purred, relaxing further into the furs under the light touch of his hand.

As you fell asleep against his chest, you heard him whisper it back to you.

For Bjorn, you would go through any rite, or ceremony. You would fight any man or do anything it took.

And for you, he would do anything, anything at all-his viking bride to be.

[aion-rsa]

Vikings Season 6 Episode 13 Review: The Signal

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This Vikings review contains spoilers.

Vikings Season 6 Episode 13

“If anyone kills him, it should be me. A brother’s privilege.”

Like most shows, Vikings is at its best when the action and dialogue flow easily, and the seemingly disparate storylines offer some measure of cohesion. Even though there’s still significant physical and narrative distance among them, “The Signal” presents highly satisfying developments in Kiev, Kattegat, and aboard Ubbe’s ill fated voyage. 

It’s never easy to understand the Lothbrok brothers, and the circuitous route that eventually reunites Ivar and Hvitserk provides an opportunity for both to confess their true feelings about their strained relationship. While Ivar recognizes his brother’s emotional weaknesses and has always been willing to forgive any perceived lack of loyalty, this physically brutal confrontation ironically sets the stage for the alliance that allows Prince Igor to escape Kiev. To this point the action sequences have been relatively light, but when Hvitserk holds Ivar’s swordlike crutch aloft, his decision to throw it aside rather than impale his younger brother speaks volumes about the blood that flows through their veins.

Of course, the exchange begins when Hvitserk turns Ivar away from seeing Oleg, and we’re still not certain how things will transpire as we watch Oleg and Katia peering down on the brothers as they scuffle in the street. When Oleg tells Ivar that “I believe he loves and hates you in equal measure,” in retrospect, Ivar’s response appears to function as a means to keep the prince in the dark about the plan to leave with Igor. This introspective scene works because we still don’t know whether Katia has betrayed Ivar’s confidences about Igor, and with all the talk of killing, the threat hanging over Ivar’s head appears to increase. 

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Though the brotherly reconciliation remains tenuous, Hvitserk’s suggestion that they use the impending Easter celebration as a distraction forces Ivar to make a decision about how much faith he puts in his brother’s assessment of the situation. When Katia, adorned in a striking white fur coat and matching hat, comes to retrieve the young prince for his escape, the narrative flow embodies equal parts hope and danger. Watching a bloodied man struggle with a realistic facsimile of Christ’s cross momentarily distracts Prince Oleg from the clear and present danger the Lothbrok brothers represent, and when he suddenly notices Igor’s absence, the tension escalates. The ill-advised trope of a guard preventing Ivar’s cart from leaving the city burdens an otherwise perfect sequence. True, from a storytelling perspective, this cart search could go either way, but allowing Ivar, Hvitserk, Igor, and Katia to escape and make their way back to Kattegat to ultimately face King Harald makes for much more compelling television.

Ubbe’s decision to leave the Icelandic colony hopefully leaves that story behind in favor of the dark intrigue surrounding Kjetill and his family. Now, however, caught in the midst of a terrible storm, Ubbe and Torvi may not have to carry through on their undisclosed plan to deal with Kjetill’s atrocities. Though it seems unlikely this is the first storm these seafaring people have experienced, its ferocity signals an impending doom that leads to an emotionally crushing scene when Torvi’s child is swept overboard. 

Never given enough screen time, Georgia Hirst (Torvi) gives an absolutely gut wrenching performance as she desperately clutches her newborn son Ragnar while frantically searching the ship for her daughter. We see the heartbreaking image of the child’s vision of a sea monster seconds before succumbing to the vicious waves, a call back to the story Torvi tells her as a means of calming her fears caused by the storm. Once the storm abates, Ubbe must face the ramifications of his decision to take his family on an expedition that leads to the loss of yet another child and whether Torvi holds him responsible for this tragic event.

As viewers navigate the turbulent waters of the Vikings landscape, all signs point toward a convergence in Kattegat. It’s fascinating to watch the wives of Bjorn Ironside delicately maneuver both their relationship with each other but with opportunist Erik as well. Gunnhild knows she’s the best choice to lead Kattegat, but must now contend with Ingrid as well as Erik who disingenuously claims he has no desire to rule. We’ve watched a number of sleazy characters come and go during the series’ six year run, and while Erik may not sit at the top of the list, he certainly deserves consideration. This is the crown Ragnar Lothbrok forged we’re talking about.

Nevertheless, Erik’s insertion into the election process pales in comparison to the unexpected resurrection of King Harald Finehair. His entrance is nicely foreshadowed by the strangers who steal into Kattegat, murder a guard, and seemingly set out to wreak mayhem. But we’re not sure who they are or from where they’ve come which adds to the already tense situation that surrounds the election. Whether he anticipated this or not, when the dead guard’s body is discovered, the alarm sounds, and the election process is interrupted giving Harald the perfect opportunity to make his dramatic entrance.

That Kattegat conducts free and democratic elections speaks to Ragnar’s legacy, but like most political processes, the true intrigue remains hidden behind the scenes. Vikings has certainly presented its fair share of supernatural situations, most often centering on some sort of ceremony or a mysterious meeting with The Seer, but “The Signal” takes that aspect of the show to a new level when Ingrid reveals another side of herself that likely won’t end well for her. Clawing away at the rocks sealing Bjorn’s tomb, we’re immediately struck by her desperation, but what happens next opens up a fresh narrative detail that takes viewers into new territory. Summoning Frey and Freya’s magic, Ingrid performs an erotic, yet frightening ritual that probably won’t sit well with the community should she be discovered. Again, Erik’s presence as he peers into the tomb to witness Ingrid’s prayers seems a bit too easy since we know what comes next.

Harald’s entrance, however, changes the dynamics and takes away much of the power inherent in Erik’s manipulative schemes with Gunnhild and Ingrid. Of course, it’s impossible to ignore the irony of the last meeting between Erik and Harald as Finehair lay gravely wounded on the battlefield. Though we generally abhor Harald’s methods, there’s a certain charismatic quality he exudes that transcends this behavior. Will the election even continue now that he reminds the people he has already been chosen king of all Norway precluding any need for Gunnhild and Ingrid to carry through with what he now views as political theater. Or, do Erik and the two wives of Bjorn Ironside take a page from the Kievan playbook and plot to eliminate Harald from the equation and secure the throne for themselves? 

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Will Ivar bring Prince Igor to Kattegat and prepare him to eventually claim the Rus throne? Will Ubbe and Torvi find their way back to Kattegat and search for new meaning after the disastrous voyage? And will Gunnhild stand by silently and allow Harald to run roughshod over her plans for the village? “The Signal” seamlessly weaves the three threads together setting into motion a much more expansive tale as Vikings moves through its sixth and final season.

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The Right Choice

Author’s Notes | This one was kinda hard to elaborate, but I hope the final piece is good for you, sweet @chinduda! Thanks for the request! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Halfdansðóttir! Reader, No War AU, requested by @chinduda for 5CW5 Words | 1794 ⁑ Warnings: None

The first time you saw each other you had fourteen years old and was following your mother to say goodbye to your father at the docks. He was leaving to The Mediterranean Sea, following the great Björn Ironside, accompanied by your uncle Harald and Björn's younger brother.

Hvitserk.

You remember you thought he couldn't be so older than you, cause from the top of his twenty years old, there wasn't a single strand of beard in his face. And yet, you thought he was gorgeous...

He complimented your mother and smiled at you gently, but everything you could do was a respectful reverence, trying to face the ground so, in your mind, he wouldn't see how burning red your cheeks were in front of him. You remember he giggled, probably thinking you were a beautiful child.

Because of course, for him, you were nothing but a child.

The same couldn't be said now...

Five years later, you felt more confident to look at his face when he came to visit, once again, following his brother Björn and accompanied by your uncle Harald. The fourth of them - adding up your father - were planning to return to the lands they discovered in their maps, now updated by their last visits to those unknown places; for more treasures and gold, maybe more slaves.

He was different. There was a light beard around his jawline and a mustache, giving him an older look, more imposing. His face was also marked with one or two new scars, marks of the many battles you heard he and his brothers had fought together. He surely would have more stories of his adventures to tell...

You couldn't avoid noticing how he gasped at your sight. It brought a smile to the corner of your mouth. You weren't a child anymore, not in his eyes; and it was clear.

"Is this your daughter?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you and your father readily noticed his interest, raising one eyebrow.

"Yes, this is Y/N, Hvitserk," Halfdan answered not too pleased of the way Hvitserk was looking at you, causing your uncle Harald to chuckle in one of those characteristic laughs of his.

"Let the young speak, Halfdan," your uncle said, patting your father's shoulder. "She's 19 now, sooner or later you would have to deal with it, brother." Harald joked, earning a displeased smile from his brother and a laugh from Björn, while Hvitserk just curved his lips.

"It's not my fault you made a beautiful daughter," Hvitserk said, causing your cheeks to become lightly redder and your lips to curve in a smile. "You can't blame me for looking at her..."

"She's kissed by Freya indeed," your mother said, touching your shoulders and getting a smile of yours that faded into a redder face when she continued. "And she's single..."

"Wife!" Halfdan warned at the same time your voice sounded, embarrassed.

"Mother!"

Björn was already taking a seat, probably weakened of laughing that much.

"My brother is also single, by the way," he tried to keep the pace of the idea, causing your mother to smile.

"Husband, your daughter won't be forever the little girl you see. At her age, I already had your son and she was being born, remember?" she called your father's attention, but your eyes were locked on Hvitserk's greens, looking straight at you.

He was so beautiful... As beautiful as you could remember. Or maybe more.

Hvitserk grew up to be a gorgeous man, after all. And somehow, that blue cloak combined with the white fur over his shoulders was only making him look even more attractive. His hair was braided different as well: the four locks you could remember were now attached to each other in the back of his neck forming a single braid, giving him a more mature look.

You were so absorbed in your contemplation that you sighed surprised when Hvitserk's index and thumb touched your chin, lifting your face softly up to look at his eyes. He was smiling again.

"It wouldn't be a bad idea," he said, causing your cheeks to finally go out of your control and burn red again, just like that day at the docks. "She's beautiful, she's your daughter, and I'm past the time to find a good wife and make some children. It would be a good way to approach our families, Halfdan."

"And you won't find another like him, so stop frowning this forehead, husband!" your mother said, causing even Hvitserk to giggle this time. "What? He's a son of Ragnar Lothbrok! A prince and a good warrior! You were speaking good about him not so far from his arrival! Don't deny it!"

"I was, I was," your father admitted, still upset. "But I was talking about how he's a good warrior, not a good husband! I wouldn't marry my daughter to a Lothbrok. They have the bad fame of collecting wives!"

Björn coughed, shrugging towards Hvitserk when the greens of the younger one glared at him sharply. The bad fame of his older brother was disturbing his brand-new plans.

"Björn is already in his fourth!" your father exclaimed, evoking Björn's reputation one more time against your suitor. "Ubbe is not different! Why would you be? First Margrethe, now Torvi. I wouldn't be surprised by a dispute in between you all to know how many wives a Ragnarsson can have!" he insisted, annoyed. "You guys are like your father. Ragnar also didn't sit his butt with a single wife!"

"Well, I'm not my brothers, Halfdan," Hvitserk said, wisely. "Nor my father. I can't earn their glories, dress their cloaks, or pay for their crimes. I had to sink my hands on the battlefield's mud to unbury my own treasures and their gold won't be around me in Valhalla. Nor will be their children or their wives. You said well: My father had more than a wife. My brothers are doing the same. But I had enough women in my youth to be fully satisfied with my adventures, my friend. What I seek now, is a woman to bear my children and stand by me."

You felt your cheeks burning again when his eyes turned towards you. A loving smile in his face as his thumb was still caressing your chin you softly leaned into his caress.

"I'm not a boy anymore, you shall know that already, my friend. We fought together times enough for you to know I'm not the same. I have enough to provide your daughter with a good life, proper to the queen she will become one day, as soon as I settle myself as king of some land I end up conquering." Hvitserk began to speak about himself, clearly proposing your father an arrangement in words that caused his older brother to straighten himself at the chair and your uncle to do the same.

The things weren't a joke anymore and all of them noticed that in the way Hvitserk was showing his feathers like a peacock to your father's eyes.

"I already have lands that are mine, where she will be properly settled in a good house, hers, despite my place in Kattegat's hall is still open. It would be a good chance to merge the halls of Kattegat and Vestfold in a solid alliance we never really established in between our kingdoms. I'm sure my brother and king Björn won't disagree with my words, such as King Harald would also be able to foresee these benefits I speak of. Am I wrong?" he turned his words to the kings at the table and Björn twitched his lips, looking at Halfdan.

"I'm not speaking in my brother's favor, but I have to agree with his words... We always fought together and dedicated allegiance to one another, but the kingdoms of Vestfold and Kattegat had never really bonded to each other."

"It would be a good chance indeed," your uncle said, interested, looking at Björn for an instant. "Not speaking in your brother's favor? Why not?"

"Exactly. Why not?" Halfdan asked readily, seeing in this little observation a small chance to get himself out of that unexpected situation.

But Björn's smile caused your father to feel hopeless of getting rid of that proposal.

"I don't need to. My brother's achievements speak for themselves. None of my brothers need my word to show themselves proper suitors for a woman of our kind. I have to say you're on your own, my friend," Björn patted your father's shoulder and you saw Halfdan sitting at his chair with a long sigh.

"It wasn't what I was expecting when I invited the two of you!" he mourned, causing everyone to laugh again and Hvitserk's charming giggle to reach your heart like a precise arrow. He was so gorgeous when smiling! So natural and sweet...

"I'll bring more mead! Y/N, come on! Go prepare that herb bread you do for our guests!" your mother said, causing your father to sigh once again.

"Wife, Hvitserk eats like a damn goat! She's already catching his attention! If she cooks for filling his stomach then I won't be able to take him out of my heels with this mad idea of marriage!"

Björn laughed harder, looking at you.

"Marry your herb bread with some sour cream and you'll have my brother on his knees for your father to give him your hand, girl," he said, receiving your father's elbow in his ribs, just laughing a little more of Halfdan's annoyed expression.

"Oh, you stop teaching them the ways to each other!"

"She makes the best sour cream you ever tasted!" your mother spat to Hvitserk, causing your father to almost explode a vein in his forehead.

"WIFE!"

"What? Halfdan, accept it! Instead of being so mad you should be establishing a good mundr for the groom!" she said, and you couldn't avoid giggling this time.

For Hvitserk's pleasure since he was hearing your laugh for the first time. His hand softly slid to the side of your face and his thumb caressed your cheek, in a comfortable and warm touch you could really get used to feeling.

"For these sweet laughs? I'll gladly pay whatever you want from me, my friend," Hvitserk got you blushed again with his sweet words your father didn't take long to ruin.

"Oh, you prepare yourself to be poor, prince! I'm losing my daughter here! I'll fucking clean your pockets!"

The men laughed again and Hvitserk smiled at you, caressing your face one more time before taking his place at your father's table.

Your heart was beating like a drum. You never thought the gods would bless you like that. But it seems the sweetest of the Ragnarssons would be your husband after all...

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