#halfdan the black fan fic

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Bold Moves-Halfdan The Black x Reader

(GIF credit to @charming-merlin​ I didn’t even mean to do that, it just seemed like the perfect GIF for your request)

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Requested by @charming-merlin​: ‘Heyy, you were the first writer I requested something from and I just needed to do it again bc I love your writing and I still read the story from time to time. I would like to request Halfdan x f. reader that has secrets feelings for Halfdan but thinks she has no chance so she hangs out with another guy and Halfdan doesn't like it at all because he also has feelings for her and thinks the guy only wants to harm her. You can decide if it's true or not, but please some fluff (or more idk) in the end because I live for soft!Halfdan moments 🥺’

Characters: Halfdan the Black x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

Warnings: Mentions of rape, smut, violence, swearing, fluff

(A/N: That message was so sweet, I would love to know what you requested from me before! I hope you enjoy this one just as much)

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“You won’t get anywhere by just staring.” my friend, Gertrude, pointed out.

She was right, I had been staring, staring at a man who would never be mine. How could he be? He he had his pick of ladies, though it seemed that he was the more strong, silent type. That didn’t stop women, much like myself, drooling over him. It was pathetic, and I could admit that. The rare times I had spoken to him were just mortifying; desperately trying to engage in small talk that could eventually lead to a proper conversation. It didn’t get that far, he only knew my name and how my day had been.So why was I still chasing him?

“I know.” I sighed.“I don’t know what it is, he just attracts me towards him.”

“He is a good looking man.”

“It’s not just that either. He’s mysterious. He’s interesting. But I need to stop this fantasy. It’s clearly never going to happen.”

“Do not be hard on yourself, (Y/N). I feel that Halfdan is a very reserved man, he is never seen dancing or laughing much at feasts.”

“No, but he does gaze after Astrid.”

Astrid, undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in our town, seemed to receive attention from Halfdan. It was a surprise, seeing as she was a very sociable person, very popular too, and somewhat over the top with how she acted. No one could deny she was sweet, but she didn’t seem Halfdan’s type.

Gertrude looped my arm with hers, dragging me towards the harbour.“We need to see who else is out there. I am yet to be married too.”

I giggled.“So we are seeking out husbands now?”

“Yes.” she beamed.“You have plenty of options. I’m not saying choose anyone today, just see who else is out there. It will probably take your mind off of your fantasies.” 

I rolled my eyes playfully as she urged us to walk faster. As usual, it was busy by the ships, trading was happening, and goods were being hauled off, ready for the market. We walked away from the crowds, though we could still keep an eye on everything and everyone. There were plenty of other men that were good suitors, I would have to be blind to not see some of the handsome men in town, and I knew many that had good hearts as well as being fierce warriors. Halfdan just seemed to have that edge to him, something that made me intrigued; maybe it was because he wasn’t as friendly or forward as the other men that had the effect on women, he wasn’t trying hard which made us want him to try more.

“You couldn’t wait another day to see the new furs, could you?” someone said beside me.

I turned my head to see a man carrying piles of fur skins in his hands. I had never met him before. He was a lot taller than me, with dark, brown hair that was scraped back into a plait which allowed you to see the features of his face better; he had lovely green eyes, a mixture of dark and light shades of green actually. He was stocky, his muscles probably came from lifting the boxes of goods everyday, as well as manning a ship.

He saw the confused look on my face.“I joke, I know you are not here to steal the latest fur.”

“Oh.” I smiled.“No, I find I am searching for the perfect necklace at the moment. Furs are at the back of my mind.”

“Well, I cannot help you there unfortunately.”

“And why is that so unfortunate?”

“Because that means this conversation is over.”

“And who says that?”

“By the gods you are both killing me.” Gertrude interrupted from behind me.“She shall see you in the market this afternoon. Perhaps you will both come up with better conversations and be better at flirting by then.”

Me and the man were both shocked by her forwardness, and I could hear him laughing as she dragged me away. I also began laughing, stumbling as she continued to have a grip on me. 

“Why would you do that? I was talking to him.” I complained.

“I’m keeping you mysterious. If you told him everything straight away, he wouldn’t have anything to chase after. And I meant what I said back there.”

I felt foolish waiting in the market place for a chance to see that man again. He had been forward and charming, but it didn’t mean I was instantly interested in him. Maybe I was holding back because of Halfdan, though I couldn’t let him stop me anymore, I had to take the risk. I tried to walk around the stalls already set up, Gertrude had all but left my side, also staying in the market though she refused to help in my efforts of wooing a man. Gods, was I really this bad at finding someone suitable for me?

“You weren’t making up wanting the necklace then?” a familiar voice said behind me.

Glancing behind me, I smiled when the man from the ship was there. I was doubting him seeing me again, or even wanting to. A bit of flirting sometimes didn’t get you anywhere. Now I had a chance to see who he really was. Surprisingly we dived straight back into a conversation, there were no pauses or awkward small talk, it was quite refreshing. My mind didn’t wander at all to Halfdan, and not because I suddenly thought this man was better, but because...because I was distracted. 

That made me feel awful for thinking that but I was. Of course I wasn’t going to fall for this man just because he showed interest in me (and because I was trying to forget about someone else), though it was nice to have the attention on me for once. It never happened. I wasn’t one of those beautiful maidens that drew the eyes of every man she waltzed by, men didn’t ask me to dance at feasts until they were stupidly drunk, I never experienced that look a man gave a woman when he was interested, even if it only was for one thing. I never understood why either.

I learnt the man’s name, Birger, and he insisted on walking me home, despite the market still heaving with customers. Our talk continued, it made the time pass so quickly that I was saddened when my house was already in view. He sweetly bid me farewell, and I admittedly felt my stomach flip as he smiled before walking away. Our visits continued with one another over the next few days, Gertrude wanting details about every word said. We thankfully strayed away from the market, talking walks away from the crowds and town, and one day he asked for me to join him in a hunt.

“I was apprehensive when you agreed to this.” Birger said as I approached him and our two horses, weapons attached to my body.

“And why is that?” I asked, not yet mounting my horse.

“I assumed you could protect yourself, though I seem to have doubted your experience.” he gestured to the weapons.“You have hunted before, I presume?”

I smiled.“Yes, I just haven’t had the chance to fight anyone. Not that I’m looking for trouble.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that.”

“No?”

“Because I’ll get rid of the trouble before it can even look at you.”

There it was again, that charming and heroic response. I let out a surprised gasp as he effortlessly lifted me onto my horse, a smirk on his face as he got on his own. I followed him, clouded by my thoughts.I did like Birger, but I felt guilty. I felt that I was using his company to keep my mind from Halfdan, I wanted to lie to myself and blame my confusion on nerves. However I knew that Birger was here to fill the void. I had a wild idea in my head that Halfdan would come after me. The Gods were all probably laughing at me right now.

We had journeyed into the nearby forest where everyone got food supplies. We were lucky that it was heaving with wildlife, enough for everyone. After dismounting our horses, we strayed from the travelling path, Birger was hoping to find a deer. Staying low and incredibly quiet, we didn’t have to wait as long as we thought we would, spotting a doe further ahead. With grins on our faces, we ducked down, I was already getting an arrow prepared.

“Take the shot, I want you to do it.” Birger whispered.

I nodded, slowly pulling back the string of the bow, though I almost let go in fright as Birger wrapped his arms around me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, his face was now pressed against mine, hands covering my own, his body flushed against my back.

“A perfect shot.” he breathed into my ear, and if I wasn’t concentrating so much I would have let a shiver run through me.

A second passed before I let go of the string, the arrow whizzing through the air and hitting the doe. It cried out before collapsing, I had given her a swift death. Birger and I laughed in victory, I stood to retrieve our prize until I was pulled back down. I fell onto my backside, but I had no time to comprehend what was happening because Birger was leaning over me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. But, (Y/N), you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I am a lucky man to have been graced with your presence, it was fate us meeting at the harbour. I...I wanted to be alone with you properly.” 

I could not deny the hot feeling I was feeling below, I had not slept with someone for some time. There it was again, that sudden realisation of using him. But men did this to women, was it such a crime that I do the same for some pleasure? As long as the pleasure was worth it at least, and not some swift, sweaty experience. 

I accepted what might come, closing my eyes and waiting for the feeling of his lips to press against mine, his hands were already gripping at my waist. Instead, there was a harsh tug that threw Birger’s body off of my own. I yelped out in confusion as I spotted another man wrestling with him. Springing to my feet, I leapt onto the bastard that was attacking us, only realising it was Halfdan as I bested him.

“Halfdan?” I exclaimed.

“Get yourself away (Y/N)! I can handle him.” he ordered as he stood, setting me on my feet in the process.

“Handle him?”

His head whipped round to look at me.“He was attacking you.”

“We were about to fuck.”

“What?”

Birger was grunting.“What do you think you’re doing?! Just because your brother claims to be a king does not mean you have the right to do what you want!”

“I’ve figured out what you’re doing. I know you are using this woman for your own benefit.”

“Even if I was, what does that have to do with you?”

“You were going to rape her?”

“What?!” Birger and I gasped at the same time.

“Halfdan,” I needed to have a calmer tone,“I wasn’t against it.”

“You weren’t in danger?”

“No, I was about to have sex for the first time in forever.”

“But, he looked like-”

“You are a crazy man.” Birger snapped.

“Birger.” I warned.“Not right now.”

“You are on his side?”

“No, I just think we all need to take a step back and talk about this.”

“What? Talk about how you were about to get fucked? And just that?”

“What?” 

“You talk as if I am some animal. It’s almost as if you’re siding with him.”

“Birger, you sound crazy.”

“The moment has passed.” he collected his things.“I am leaving. The moment has passed.”

“Birger, wait.”

“Was anything meaningful to you? Or were you just using me?”

“I wasn’t using you! I...I was-”

“Alright, I’ll let you have her. Seems like she’ll let anybody ‘use’ her.”

Halfdan’s nostrils flared, his lips in a tight line and brow furrowed as he stormed over to Birger, sending a punch to his face without warning. Birger stumbled backwards, clutching his nose. He took a second to steady himself, glaring at Halfdan as if he were about to attack back, only he didn’t, storming away in the other direction. 

Halfdan cleared his throat.“(Y/N), I-”

“What did you think you would achieve from this?” 

“I thought he was about to rape you, I thought he had lured you out here, he had confused you-”

“And I am easily confused?” I didn’t know where this confidence came from.

“No! You women, you are so sensitive.”

I only had to open my mouth in shock for him to start panicking.

“I’m sorry. For that comment and for what I have done.” he huffed.“I shall take my leave.”

“Halfdan.” I called out, making him halt.“How did you know we were here? Did you follow us?”

“I...I just happened to be here.”

“Really?”

“Fine. If you wish to know so badly, I have been following you. And not just today I embarrassingly admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“For some reason, I never trust men around you. I have this...protectiveness over you. And I understand that is strange to say, seeing as we have only spoken a few times, but, you have this hold on me. The first time we spoke to one another, I lost all my ability to seduce a woman. I could have had you that night if I wanted, and I did want you, but somehow you overpowered me by just smiling.”

I was not expecting that confession. This was the most I had heard him speak, ever.“I really don’t know what to say to that.”

“Forget it. This day could not get more mortifying.”

“Wait, Halfdan, you can’t just leave it at that. Not when I feel the same.”

“You do?”

“Have you not seen my lingering stares? I always have to catch myself to make sure I do not scare you away. I always thought you a cold, silent man that only had interest in...well, I was about to say whores but I suppose I seem like one today.”

“You really had no feelings for that man?”

I shook my head.“No. I thought I did, but I think I was trying to convince myself as to not feel guilty. But I cannot let this go lightly Halfdan. I thank you for your bravery and looking out for me, though I fear we have tarnished Birger’s pride.”

“I could give two shits about what that man thinks.”

I smiled.“That is understandable.”

“Should I be sorry?”

“To me?”

“Yes.”

I picked up my bow and arrow, heading back to the horses.“I guess so. But it will take more than words.”

“What will it take?”

“You said so yourself, you have a way with women, surprise me.”

[artemiseamoon]

Hi love! Congrats on your milestone! You more than deserve it. Love your writing so much and happy to call you my friend. 😊💜

Could you please write something for our Halfdan with the following options:

Scene starter:

5. Walking through a graveyard

Sentence starter

23. “Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

angst | maybe a bit spicy... got some vampiric vibes when I read your promptlist! 😏

reader type: f

Thank you a thousand times! 🌹

AN: I’m so happy we are friends! I wish I could go over there and hand out with you in person. I just know we would have so much fun, seriously. You know I’m always happy to create something for you, especially when it’s Halfdan 😍 I hope you enjoy it, I know you may be sleeping now but this will be waiting for you in the morning. @naaladareia

Necropolis

Viking Era! Halfdan x f reader Drabble

Words: 567

Vibe: a lil goth, a lil spooky, vampire stuff, a lil spicy

⚠️warnings: vampire stuff, blood, biting

This place was in the middle of nowhere. At the very end of a long stretch of road rested an old graveyard. Many of the headstones had faded away, some looked as if nothing was ever etched on them.  This was a strange place to meet, even if you did like a bit of spooky.

As the Sun settles under the horizon, the clouds in the sky take over. Dark blue hues replace the orange ones as the Moon makes her appearance. In the near distance, you spot your destination, the largest mausoleum in the cemetery. The crypt is aged, weather-worn, but appears to be well made. As you approach the gate, you notice the heavy lock is open, hanging from a chain.

“Halfdan, this is officially getting weird.” You peek inside the dark crypt, unable to make out any details.

The last time you saw Halfdan was before his most recent voyage. This is the longests he’s been away and you were so excited to see him, you willingly followed his strange directions to meet tonight. Directions he gave to his brother to give to you.

You take a step back and bump into something. Startled, you jump and feel hands come down on your shoulders, gripping tight. A familiar and comforting voice comes from behind you,

“Are you scared?”

You sigh and nudge him with your elbow, he releases his grip temporarily, only to spin you around to face him. A large, playful grin lights up his face, a sinister look in his eyes.

“You’re an asshole.” You say.

Halfdan shrugs. He slides one arm around your body, drawing you closer. His other hand grips the back of your head as he goes in for a kiss. Just as you start to close your eyes, you notice something, something that gives you pause.

You push him back slightly, delaying the kiss,

“Halfdan, please tell me that's fake blood.” You look at his chin, and the smear on his neck. The moon provides enough light for you to see eachother clearly. He does that thing. That silent, lingering look where you dont know what he’s thinking but it's hot as hell.

“Halfdan?” You ask again.

Halfdan, still not responding, moves his hand from behind your head to your neck, stroking your skin with his thumb. “I was hungry.”

Confused, you tilt your head to the side while enjoying his touch. “Meaning?”

Halfdan continues stoking your neck, a hunger burning in his eyes,

“The last day I went further past the town. A place no one goes, though, I wasn’t alone.”

You crook a brow, continuing to listen as he speaks,

“When I searched the cave I encountered a creature,” he leans in and nibbles your neck causing you to gasp, “i thought it killed me. Harald found me and I was not dead, or alive, not anymore….only existing somewhere inbetween…”

You quickly jerk your head back, arms still around his body, “wait...what? Half -” 

Halfdan cuts you off, dipping you low while maintaning his strong grip about your body. His voice drops even deeper, the look in his eyes becoming purely animal.

“No time for that now, “ he growls, “I need to taste you!”

Halfdan opened his mouth, drawing back his lips and revealing his sharp teeth. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, mixing with excitement as his fangs sink into your neck.

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Soft - Chapter VI

Warnings: Bullying, rape, strong language, adult themes, child death

Tags: @alicedopey@naaladareia

“How did you meet your wife?” Bjorn asked softly, one eye wandering to Antonia who was nodding her head in time with the music.

“Harald arranged it, last Spring,” Halfdan answered, swirling the mead in his cup.

“Are you in love?”

Antonia’s eyes flicked to Bjorn at his words. She found herself not wanting to hear Halfdan’s reply. She also wished his friend Bjorn would stop staring at her. Although, he was the first Viking to not spit at her, or call her names. But from the way he stared at her, she wished he would ignore her like the others did.

“No,” Halfdan scoffed.

One of Bjorn’s men approached the table and sat down heavily, a woman in his lap laughing flirtatiously.

“To Prince Bjorn Ragnarsson, Halfdan the Black, and the many beautiful women that bestow this land!” The man raised his glass in a toast.

The Vikings laughed and joined him, “Skol!”

“Tell me Halfdan, how fares the English woman in bed?” Bjorn’s man asked.

Halfdan felt Antonia stiffen beside him. She stopped nodding her head and clasped her hands tightly in her lap.

“That is something that only I, and the Gods, know.”

“Do you share her?” Bjorn asked. “With Harald? Or anyone else?”

Halfdan turned his head to look at Antonia sitting beside him. Her gaze held perfectly forward, seemingly staring into space. Her jaw was a little clenched, mirroring her hands, and her cheeks were tinged pink. She fully understood what the men were talking about and she was equal parts mortified and horrified.

Halfdan turned back to his friend, and laughed. “Why does she want anyone else? My cock fills her up more than enough.”

“She looks a little...”Bjorn mused, “Uptight?”

“Indeed she does,” Bjorn’s friend spoke. “She needs a good fucking, Halfdan. Make her walk with a limp.”

The man chuckled but Halfdan remained deathly still and silent. He suddenly pounced across the table in one fluid motion like a cat, and pushed the laughing man to the floor, landing on top of him. He raised his dagger and plunged it into the mans thick, muscular thigh. Halfdan felt the muscle and fat surround his blade before twisting it, prying open the flesh as blood poured onto the straw lined floor beneath them.

“We will see who walks with a limp after this, young one.” He seethed into the man’s ear who was now screaming in agony.

As quickly as he had forced the man to the floor, Halfdan stood. He beckoned Antonia to follow him out the Hall. Outside Halfdan walked with purpose to their house, Antonia nearly jogging at times to keep up with him. He held the door open for her and as soon as she stepped inside he locked the door and pressed his lips against hers. She froze but then managed to break away from him by pushing against his shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think we’re doing? We’re married, we need to act like it.” He grabbed one of her breasts roughly through the thick material of her dress, the other hand grabbed the back of her head steady as he pressed his mouth against hers one more time.

“Stop it!” She pleaded.

“Get on the bed.” He growled.

“Stop!” She repeated, voice more forceful and shoved him back. He glared at her, breathing heavily. “I know why you’re doing this but you don’t have to prove anything to me. Or to them.”

Antonia watched as his eyes softened, his senses returning to him. He exhaled heavily and ran his hands along the shaved sides of his heads, collapsing onto a nearby wooden stool. He shook his head, mumbling to himself incomprehensible words.

She sat on the stool next to him. “I wish I knew how to help you,” she whispered laying her hand on his knee.

“I have not been kind to you. I am not a good man. Especially not a good husband. I knew the way the others were treating you and I did nothing to stop them. You do not deserve this.” He gestured to himself.

“Someone once said, that what we get and what we deserve are not always in balance,” Antonia smirked and nudged his shoulder with hers.

Halfdan gave a small smile. “I am pleased to know that you listen to me.”

“Occasionally, yes.” Antonia teased. “Especially about your adventures in the Mediterranean.”

“That seems a lifetime ago.” Halfdan thought back to his time there and could almost feel the harsh sun on his face and smell the exotic fruits and spices.

“You were very happy there.” Antonia had noticed how his facial expressions and overall demeanour softened whenever he told her stories of his journey there.

“I was.” He nodded in realisation.

“Let’s go back.”

“To Vestfold? Not yet.” Halfdan shook his head, not wanting to see his brother for a while.

“No. To the Mediterranean.”

Halfdan laughed. “We need boats and men to sail there. And the map, which Bjorn still has. Provisions. New armour - I do not have the gold for such an expedition.”

Antonia stood and went to her trunk, buried beneath her clothes and furs. She rummaged around, taking almost everything out and appearing with something in her hand.

“Will this be enough?” She held out the largest lump of gold Halfdan had ever seen. He took it from her, feeling it’s weight. It was almost the size of his clenched fist.

“Where did you get this from?” He asked incredulously.

“My Father gave it to me on our wedding day.”

“You’ve had this the entire time? Why didn’t you leave? This is more than enough for you to start over again anywhere you wanted to!”

“I didn’t want to start over.” She answered defiantly. “Until now.”

Halfdan tilted his head and threw the gold in the air and caught it in his hand. “Well, then. You best start packing.”

[ijustwant2write]

Underestimated-Halfdan The Black x Reader

(GIF credit to @jorindelle​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! Could you please write an imagine about Halfdan? If so, with smut please ☺️ thank you in advance, I love your imagines!’

Characters: Halfdan the Black x Reader, Harald Finehair x Reader (brother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, kissing, mention of weapons, mention of battle, fighting/violence, touching/groping, dirty talk, mention of cum, fluff

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The sun was beating down on us harshly, despite the season turning cold, but with no clouds in the sky we found ourselves sweating as we trained. I was in charge today, these young people knew the basics, though they thought that meant they were ready. They had a long way to go before they were fully prepared for battle.

"Rest for a short while. Lay your weapons down, have some water, try to get out of the sun. We shall be sparring next." I announced, laughing at their relieved faces.

"(Y/N)?" one of the girls called as they sat under the nearest tree, whilst another girl grabbed a hug to pour everyone a cup of water.

"Yes?" I sat down with them.

"Is it true that on the last raid, you found yourself surrounded by five warriors on the battlefield? And you had no choice but to fight them off yourself?!" 

"Yes, it's true. That was a difficult battle, even without being ambushed. You see, we weren't raiding a helpless village, or a meek town. These people were prepared, since the first viking raid years and years ago, they had been training, just like we do. Although they were not up to our standards of skill, they had courage, which, at first, helped them. I had managed to cut down anyone in my path, until they caught me out.”

"So how did you escape?"

"She didn't." someone else spoke up.

All of our heads turned to look at Birger, who was leaning back against the tree, sipping on his water as he smirked.

I raised an eyebrow at him."Oh? I didn't realise you were there Birger, please elaborate."

His expression didn't falter as he sat up."It doesn't make sense. Anyone with enough sense you see that. You say you're able to fight your way through everyone, and suddenly you're in trouble?"

"Well, Birger, if you had ever been in a battle, or even a small scrap for that matter, you would understand that you cannot control everything. Even the greatest warriors find themselves in trouble at times. That's why training is so important. You might learn something if you paid attention instead of gazing at yourself in the reflection of your sword."

The others snickered under their breaths, causing Birger to scowl.“I am going to be the finest warrior-”

“Yes, you will be due to my training. You’re young and naive, but over time you will learn discipline. Everyone, you have five minutes before we start again. And thanks to Birger, we will start with double conditioning.”

It was cruel to the others, but the look of resentment on Birger’s face secretly brought me joy. It was sadistic, though he deserved it. He was right, he would become a great fighter, just like his parents (who were good friends of mine, hence why I had agreed to take him on). I had no idea where his attitude came from, all of his family were very humble; however, he was the eldest of all their children, who the rest of were girls, and as the only son, he was the one who would carry on the family line. And with parents known for their fighting skills, he also had the pressure of becoming a warrior. 

“Birger, may I talk to you?” I said as I dismissed everyone at the end of the day.

He halted in his steps, and I could tell he rolled his eyes before turning around. “Yes?”

“I want you to keep training, I want to keep training you. But I will not tolerate you speaking of me in such an ill manner and spreading lies.”

He shrugged, looking away.“If what you say is true, why are so defensive about it?”

“I am defending my honour. I have fought beside your parents to ensure that the children of this town, children like yourself, have a good and rich future. There is a thin line between confidence and arrogance.”

“I get this speech every day from my father, I don’t need to listen to you too. Especially from someone who uses her husband’s titles to her advantage-”

“Be careful what you say boy, otherwise you shall lose your tongue.” Halfdan suddenly appeared behind me, causing my head to whip up to look at him.

Birger looked frightened, but didn’t back down.“You can’t do that.”

“Who says?” Halfdan’s arm slipped around my waist.

“My parents would-”

“Your parents would thank me. Go on, run home boy.”

It was easy to see that Birger wanted to bite back, his hand was even on the hilt of his sword (a beautiful piece of weaponry gifted to him, I had been jealous of it). Knowing he would get into more trouble or embarrass himself, he sulked away, picking up his pace to catch up with his friends.

“I can handle Birger.” I moaned to my husband, turning around to face him.

He smirked.“I know, but I love seeing him shit his trousers.”

I giggled.“Yes, so do I. Although I would have liked to do that myself, thank you.”

He shamelessly let his hands slide down to grope my arse, pulling me close as he leaned down to kiss me. I held onto either side of his face, loving how he was treating me in that moment. He moaned against my mouth, and although I could feel myself getting worked up, we had other places to be, and I was in the mood for teasing him.

“Halfdan.” I breathed out as his lips travelled down my neck.“We have your brother’s birthday feast.”

He pulled away, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“And?”

I laughed.“We need to get ready. I still need to bathe.”

“Well, we should bathe together-”

“You’ll make us late.” I gently took his arms off me.

“Is there something wrong with you today? Are you feeling alright?” he put his hand against my forehead.

I removed it, kissing his hand before taking it in my own.“I’m absolutely fine. Let’s go.”

It was hilarious seeing his reaction. He was gobsmacked as I dragged him along. Of course throughout our relationship, we had teased each other like this before, but it had been a long time since I had fun like this. Halfdan was used to fucking women whenever he liked long before me, and used to making love to me regularly. However, in this moment he was confused as to why I didn’t want him to take me in the field, especially since we hadn’t slept together for over a week, due to clashing schedules. 

As soon as we stepped into our home, I made a beeline for our room, ordering the thralls to start my bath. Another thrall already had my dress laid out on a chair, along with the shoes and jewellery. I was admiring the pieces, knowing that Halfdan had followed me, and I refrained from giggling when he ordered the thralls to leave. 

“Halfdan,” I faked shock,“they need to run my bath, I have to get ready!”

“Why are you so insistent on being on time? We’ve been late many times before.”

“Because we have a reputation to uphold.”

“A reputation?” he walked closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his chest against my back.“We’re known for loving each other very much.”

“You grow weak in your age Halfdan.”

He tensed.“Say that again.”

“Are you scared you won’t last the night anymore? You’ll cum just looking at me?”

He quickly turned me around to face him, pushing me against a nearby wall.“You think I can’t fuck you all night? Afraid I won’t be able to make you scream my name until your throat is hoarse, and make your legs shake so much that you can’t walk the day? You don’t think I can kiss every inch of your body, making you squirm so much that you just beg me to take you? You know how you look the next day, marked by me so everyone knows what we did the night before, and everyone know how good I can fuck you?”

Although I could feel myself getting wetter, the stubborn part of me wanted to keep us this act, because when Halfdan was riled up, the sex was on another level.“Halfdan, I need to get ready.”

The shit eating grin that had slowly formed on his face as he teased me instantly disappeared. He was pissed off. Slowly moving away from me, his fingers lingered in mine.

“R-right.” he mumbled.

“I’ll be as quick as I can. Go, I’m sure the thralls have everything ready for you too.” I pecked him on the lips before ushering him out, becoming giddy at the thought of us fucking later. 

With a smile on my face the entire time I was getting ready, I caught the thralls exchanging looks, they knew what was coming tonight. I felt slightly bad for them, they couldn’t escape the noise we created. But Halfdan and I had never been afraid for other’s to know how much we loved each other.

Surprisingly, Halfdan didn’t try anything on the way to the hall. He knew I wasn’t giving in so easily. We greeted Harald upon our arrival, who was already in the midst of a group of friends. Guests were trickling in, we were just on time. Harald’s smile beamed as he spotted us, arms opening for a rough, manly hug with his brother, before gently embracing me with a light kiss on both cheeks. Our thralls added his gifts to the growing pile as we were handed drinks, starting off the night that was sure to end well.

“Brother, you seem tense this evening. You have your beautiful wife beside you, what could you be upset about?” Harald laughed as we sat at the head table, just finished with our elaborate feast. 

“No I am not.” Halfdan poorly defended himself.

“Speaking of wives,” I interrupted, leaning across my husband, hand resting on his thigh,“shouldn’t you be down there dancing with eligible young ladies?”

Harald cleared his throat.“Well, I’m not much of a dancer-”

“Nonsense! You need to find yourself a wife! They’re all dying for you to even glance in their direction. And if you don’t find someone tonight, it’s your birthday, you should be having fun.”

He grinned at me.“Well, if you insist. It is my birthday after all.”

I laughed as my brother-in-law practically ran down to the gaggle of women in the room, seeing him manage to convince one to dance with him. The music was upbeat, a lot of people were now dancing, the alcohol in their systems giving them more confidence. They were singing as they danced, laughing the whole time. Looking at Halfdan, you wouldn’t think you were at a cheerful celebration. He noticed me suppressing my laugh, but when his foul eyes darted to look at me, I couldn’t contain it any longer. Heads still turned to look at me as I laughed, despite the volume of the music. 

“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.” Halfdan spat.

I struggled to speak, talking between laughs.“Yes...I really am...I’m sorry my love....but your face!”

He just scoffed at me, downing the rest of his drink.

“Oh Halfdan, you grow grumpy with age.” I leaned over, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

“Now you call me old.”

I hummed, slowly sliding my hand across his thigh.“You are so tense, as if you were made of stone.”

“I will not play your games.”

“That’s shame.” I lowly said, rubbing my hand on the inside of his leg, moving further upwards.“I can always stop if you want.”

He took in a shaky breath, looking out at the crowd dancing. I placed my hand on top of his crotch, grabbing him firmly through his trousers, enjoying it as he closed his eyes. I moved myself to sit on his lap, nothing out of the ordinary, there were many couples doing just the same. With one arm still working on his crotch, and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, I started to kiss him. Halfdan took no time in grabbing my arse, trying to pull me closer to start grinding on him. Using my dress skirts to cover his lap, I used that to hide my hand disappearing into his trousers. Halfdan’s head tilted back as I gripped onto him, working him like I know I could and how he liked it. His moans were quiet, he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, though I could tell he was starting to struggle.

As my pace sped up, and his body began tensing up even more, I kissed him one last time before completely stopping, even standing up to expose his hard member. He rustled with his trousers, glaring at me as I started to walk away. I managed to make it outside before he grabbed me.

“You think you can just leave me unfinished and exposed like that?!” he snapped.

“I just did.”

“All day with this foolery! Well it stops right now.”

He laced his fingers with mine, dragging me away from the hall, and I started to get excited until I realised we were headed towards the stables. I ripped my arm away from him, holding up my arms as he tried to grab me again.

“You are not fucking me in a smelly stable, we are going home to our bed.” I sternly demanded.

“I cannot wait that long.” he growled.

“Halfdan, I’m not a whore. I’m your wife and you’ll do well to remember that.”

As soon as the last word left my lips, I stormed off in the direction of our home, smirking when Halfdan let out a loud groan. But he soon caught up to me, holding my hand again, kissing it to try and get me on his good side. When he saw my lips twitching up into a smile, he grinned, pulling me along, urging my feet to go faster.

We ran through our home to our bedroom, and I was immediately pushed against the door, Halfdan’s fingers already working to untie my dress. Having done it so many times before, it easily fell off my shoulders, causing me to shiver at the sudden coldness that hit my skin. Halfdan’s hands were warm as he ran them down my body, squeezing my breasts before travelling further down. One arm wrapped around my waist as his other hand started to rub my clit, slowly circling it. I let out a breathy mouth, already rotating my hips against him. His hand on my waist gripped me, it kept me in place as he slipped in a finger, despite wanting to write against him. As he entered another finger, he got onto his knees, driving his face in between my legs, his tongue working with his fingers to pleasure me. I gripped onto his hair as my knees buckled, trying to keep myself standing.

Whining as he stopped and got back onto his feet, my mouth dropped open as he licked his fingers in front of me.“Get on the bed.”

I moved instantly, sitting on the edge of it. He kept eye contact with me as he stalked over, his steps agonisingly slow. Knowing how this usually goes, I started to spread my legs for him, about to move back onto my elbows when he stopped me. I was looking up at him through my eyelashes, knowing what he wanted. It was my turn to undress him now. As he removed his shirt, I unbuckled his trousers again, pulling them down as I cast my eyes on his dick It was still hard, and I took him into my mouth as he grabbed the back of my head, tugging at my hair like I had done to him. I moaned around him, using my hands to take what was left of him as he pushed my head back and forth on his dick. I used to struggle to take him on with my mouth, but after so much practice, I could do it whenever I wanted to please my husband without hesitation.

Removing his hands from the back of my head, I took in a big breath of air as I pulled away from him, wiping away the saliva around my mouth. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, I wanted him to cum inside of me. He pushed me onto my back, flipping me onto my front. I raised my arse in the air for him, spreading my legs and reaching through them to touch myself. He hated when I did that, only he wanted to pleasure me. Grabbing onto my arse cheeks, he used his dick to tease my clit, sliding it along it and using my wetness to soak him. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” he growled.“You deserve this, you’re going to be screaming, begging for me to stop because it’s too much, but I’ll keep going until I’ve cum inside you.”

“Please...” I said,“please Halfdan, I want you inside of me.”

I felt the head at my entrance, he slowly slid inside of me, both of us moaning at how each other felt. Halfdan wasted no time, starting to thrust into me, hard and slow at first before getting faster and faster. His fingers made my skin sting as he gripped at it, pulling me back and forth harshly. At one point he stopped, pushing my knees together to make me even tighter. 

“Fuck, Halfdan!” I cried out, head shoved into the bed as I clung onto the furs beneath me.“You’re so good!”

He slapped my arse.“You feel so good! Shit, I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet.” I managed to say, somehow crawling away from him.

I already missed the feeling him inside of me. Moving further up the bed, I rolled onto my back, opening my legs for him. He climbed onto the bed, lining himself up with me again. Halfdan laid on top, kissing me as he slid inside again, his fast pace picking up again. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pined my arms down. It was intense, he was looking down at me as he continued to fuck me. I held eye contact with him for as long as I could, but the pleasure was all too much. As I got close, I threw my head back, crying out his name. He cried out as he came inside of me, but kept thrusting to finish me off. Sitting up, he put my legs over his shoulders, reaching down to rub my clit to send me over the edge. My legs shook as I came, screaming out his name one last time.

He gently lowered my legs, enjoying how much they were still shaking and how sensitive everything felt. He laid beside me, pulling me close to him and kissing me softly. 

“That was fucking amazing.” I breathed out, cuddling close to him.

“You’ve been bad today, on purpose.” he smirked.

“Yes.” I giggled.“But isn’t the sex worth it?”

He reluctantly smiled.“Yes.”

“I like teasing you. Have you noticed I’ve got better over the years?”

“Indeed you have. but you learnt from the best. Look at you, you’re still shaking.”

He cupped me, and I winced, clutching onto his arm.“Yes. Just a few more minutes.”

“Hm?”

“You didn’t think that was it did you?”

“Oh, there’s more?”

“Tut tut Halfdan. You grow tired in your old age.”

He suddenly straddled me again.“I’ll show you old age.”

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A Learning Curve-Halfdan The Black x Reader

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Requested by @charming-merlin: ‘*shy waving* hello :3 as you may know I'm a mess for Halfdan and I was wondering if you could write something. I thought about Halfdan fell in love with Y/N but she's very shy and don't know how to act bc she doesn't has any experience with man. He shows her how it all works but needs to remind himself again and again to slow things down and don't be too fast and harsh as usual. Doesn't know if you could do it, anything Halfdan related would make me so happy 🥺💞 Hope you're having a good day!’

Characters: Halfdan The Black x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Slight swearing, smut, fluff

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“Where’s your cloak?!” my grandmother shrieked as I opened the door.

Sighing, I turned to look at her sat at the table, her angry eyes glaring at me.“We’ve spoken of this grandmother, I am not betrothed anymore, remember? I don’t need to hide myself from other men until I’m married.”

She thought about it, grumbling,“Still, you shouldn’t be flaunting yourself about.”

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to retaliate.“I don’t think I get that much attention on me anyway. I must say, I haven’t noticed any men falling at my feet.”

“Well, they should be. You know you’re a beautiful woman.”

Her kind words stumped me. My grandmother wasn’t cruel, she was very loving, but I hadn’t expected this exchange to turn into something sweet. 

“Oh, thank you grandmother. I won’t be long, I’m just getting the final ingredients for mother tonight.”

She lazily waved at me before I shut the door behind me, passing by some neighbours that were chatting outside. We briefly greeted each other, smiling politely. It was a lot quieter as the evening grew closer. The market would soon be closing for the night, but it was always a good time to go if you were needing a few items. I had never been fond of being swept up in the crowds, people always pushed in front of me, but I never spoke up. I didn’t want the confrontation, I would only lose anyway. Relief flooded through me seeing how there were little to no people around, immediately heading to the stalls I needed to buy from. However, the time to myself was short lived; after buying some ingredients, I noticed the stall holder’s expression change to that of nervousness. Glancing behind me, I saw a man standing there. I quickly realised that it was Halfdan, King Harald’s brother.

My head whipped back around, clutching my basket closer to me. Hopefully he had just been staring, hanging around for no reason. Moving to the next stall, I tried to stop my hand from shaking as I paid again, still feeling his eyes on me. I told myself I was being stupid, that he would have no interest in someone like myself. But I was wrong, flinching when I saw how close he had got to me. Instead of acknowledging him, I carried on walking, my stomach twisting when I realised he was now following me.

“How come I haven’t seen you here before?” he started, showing up beside me.

“Uh, I-I d-don’t come here m-much.” I stuttered, avoiding eye contact.

“That is a shame.”

For some reason I stopped walking. I know I didn’t want to leave the market place, as there were still people around, it felt slightly safer than returning home; the paths could be empty, and he could do anything to me.

“Why are you s-sp-speaking to me?”

He looked confused.“Because you are beautiful.”

“I’m not a whore!” I exclaimed, scared that he was thinking that way.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Were...were you not thinking that?”

“No, you hold yourself too well.”

“So, what do you want?”

He shrugged his shoulders.“To speak with you.”

“That is it?”

“If that’s all you should allow me to do.” he smirked, and I involuntarily scoffed, fear rising in me as it slipped out of my mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that-”

“Why are you apologising?” 

“I was rude to you.”

“And I was not to you?” there was a hint of humour in his voice.

I stepped around him.“I must be getting back, my family will wonder where I am.”

“Will you be back?” he called after me.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe. I...I am not sure.” 

“Can I at least have a name?”

I didn’t respond, my heart was racing so fast that it was thumping in my ears. My feet swiftly walked me back home, I must have been going faster than I thought because I found myself at my house in no time. Glancing around, I checked that Halfdan hadn’t followed me. But why would he? If he wanted a woman, he could easily go get one somewhere else. I wasn’t going to be used for such activities and talked about the next day whilst people turned their noses up at me. My mother thanked me as I handed her the ingredients, before I gave my father any remaining money. My grandmother was still sat at the table, eyeing me up and down not so subtly.

“(Y/N), you seem very red in the face. Are you feeling well?” she asked.

“Yes, there is just a slight chill outside.” I lied.

“I told you to take your cloak.”

“Mother,” my own mother interrupted,“she is her own woman. We are no longer connected to that...man that thought he had a hold over my daughter.”

“Please can we not talk about him?” I rushed. 

“Sorry,” mother brushed my hair back, kissing my head as she sympathetically smiled at me,“there is no more talk of him.”

“You’ve met someone!” grandmother gasped, pointing a finger at me.

“Mother, what are you talking about?”

“There’s that same look in her eyes, the look she had for...well, him.”

I sighed.“I didn’t meet anyone.”

“You did!” mother gasped.“You always itch behind her ear when you lie, have done since you were a child.”

I knew there was no point lying anymore, I had always been terrible at it.“I-I did meet someone, technically, but we talked for a brief moment. It doesn’t mean anything!”

“You never know, the Gods have mysterious ways to bring people together.”

“Down by the market? Oh yes, very mysterious.” grandmother mocked.

“It...it was no one.”

Mother placed her hands on her hips.“Who is he?”

I took a deep breath, not prepared for their reactions.“It’s Halfdan. As in, King Harald’s brother Halfdan.”

Silence.

No one even moved. I felt like I should have repeated myself, until I saw eyes flickering. Daring to turn around, I cringed at the sight of my father. He was hard to read in this moment, it looked like a mixture of shock, anger and confusion.

“The dowry will have to be a much higher price.” grandmother broke the silence.

My parents tried to contain their laughter, failing in that and giving in to grandmother’s joke (though I’m sure she was being ultimately serious). I cracked a smile, glad that the tension had relaxed, hopefully the topic would change. Much to my dismay, the focus remained on me. They bombarded me with questions; what did he ask me, where did we meet, what mood did he seem to be in, was his brother there? I answered truthfully, thinking that they would grow bored, but it had the total opposite effect. They said (more like demanded) that if he approached me again, I was to put aside my foolish shyness and see if he was truly interested in me, and not just, in my own father’s words, what was between my legs.

They knew I wouldn’t leave the house and miraculously bump into him unless I was headed somewhere where Halfdan would likely be. I grew very annoyed at the amount of times my family told me to go out, using excuses like the market again, or going to a neighbour to give/ask for something. However, I was going to be seeing him a lot sooner than I thought.

"My beautiful woman has returned." I jumped as Halfdan said behind me.

"Halfdan." I mumbled, nodding my head at him.

It was obvious that the people passing by were staring, wanting to see if there was a story here for them to gossip about later. I kept my head down, hoping no one I knew had seen me. Continuing to walk, I diverted us down a smaller path, one that wasn't so busy.

"Trying to sneak off somewhere?" he teased.

"I did not want prying eyes on us." I stated.

"You are ashamed to be seen with me?"

"No, that is the wrong word."

"Then why have you been avoiding me? You have not come out of hiding for days."

Standing behind a pen, we were now away from everyone, no one should come back here. I sighed, pushing my hair behind my ear, still too scared to look at him.

"Don't you know how much attention I gain if I am seen with you? My family would be the talk of Kattegat."

"So reputation is more important?"

"That's not what I'm saying."

"It sounds like it."

My lips were twitching into a smile at his stubbornness. It wasn't arrogant, it was somehow humorous to me. He smiled when I did, taking in a sharp breath before speaking again.

"Please, just give me a chance. I will show you that there is nothing to be worried about."

And I actually agreed.

Well, my family had been over the moon at the proposition. The first time, Halfdan had invited me to where he was staying, he had somehow received his own place (I thought he would be with his brother), and I was shocked at the effort he had put in, or rather, his thralls. In front of the fire, multiple furs were laid on the floor, an array of foods spread out around it. It was adorable how Halfdan thought it was too much from my reaction, though I quickly changed his mind when I gushed over it. We had talked about our lives, laughed, flirted; but when it came to getting intimate, I was stumped.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" he whispered, his breath fanning over my lips.

I held eye contact with him."I've... I've never kissed anyone before."

His eyebrows furrowed."How has no one kissed those lips?"

I was blushing, deciding to shrug as a response.

His hand cradled my cheek."Don’t worry, I can show you."

We had kissed for a majority of that night, and I became more and more confident, until he started to lay me down. I went with it, wondering if I could really go this far. He started to grind on me, and I did so back, not minding this so much, it was simple to do. But as soon as his hand started to travel down my leg, I froze, accidentally yelping out. That's when I reiterated that this was the first time I had kissed a man, and he finally understood. This was where things would end, surely?

It did not.

Halfdan took me riding through the forests, we went drinking together in and out of public, I had dinner with him multiple times. Never did he once pressure me into anything, just asking for kisses to bide his time. I had been surprised by this too, especially after the stories I heard about him. He was a warrior, a savage, he took what he wanted whenever he wanted it. Women had spoken of his rendezvous, how animal-like he was. And that scared me.

Once again, we were relaxing at his, ending up lying down on the bed. We were facing each other, hands intertwined. I had been quiet all night, and I knew this, Halfdan had noticed too. There was doubt on my mind, doubt about the decision I was about to make.

"What is wrong? You have hardly spoken tonight." Halfdan asked.

I hesitated."Halfdan, you've been so patient with me. After all I heard of you, before I knew the real you, I did not expect such a romantic side to come out."

He smiled."What are you saying?"

Not knowing how to put it into words, I simply leaned forwards, initiating a passionate kiss. Halfdan instantly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I responded by rolling on top of him, hands holding my up slightly on his chest. My friends had exchanged stories about their sex lives, and I was trying to remember all the details, though I had trouble concentrating on anything other than nerves. Before I could even attempt to do anything, Halfdan strongly pushed me onto my back, shocking me; he didn’t seem to notice, tucking his head into my neck as he began kissing and sucking at it. I writhed beneath him, unsure what to do with my body, just knowing I was enjoying the sensations pulsing through me. One hand gripped onto his shoulder, the other on the back of his head, moans loudly escaping my mouth. I almost relaxed more into it when his hands started wandering. He was quick to start ruffling up my skirts, exposing my legs (and almost more of me) when I sprung up into a sitting position, Halfdan shuffling back.

“What? What is it?” Halfdan stressed, worried about me.

“S-sorry, I-”

“(Y/N), if you don’t want to do this-”

“No! I do! It’s just...you know I’ve never experienced anything like this. Could we take it slower maybe?”

He quietly sighed, reaching for my hand.“I am sorry (Y/N). I have not been...slow with a woman in a long time. But if this makes you more comfortable, then this is how we will do it. Also,” he gently pecked me on the lips,“if that means savouring every moment with you and your body, I am more than happy to abide.”

My cheeks were definitely flushed at this point, from the heat we made and from his comment. Feeling safer, I boldly crawled forward, slowly straddling him. Pulling up my skirt so that from the thigh down I was exposed, I relished the look in Halfdan’s eyes, loving the way his hands caressed my skin. As we kissed again, he circled his hands around, moving further and further up; it was teasingly slow when he started to touch me, rubbing his fingers back and forth. My head tilted back in pleasure, gasping again when he eased in one finger. It was a strange feeling, so foreign at first, but as he slid it in and out, soon adding another inside me, I realised how much I had been missing out on.

Still wanting to go slow, I let him continue, eyes shooting down at him in a glare as he removed his fingers. He chuckled, laying me on my back and pushing my skirts even further up. I crossed my legs, not used to someone seeing so much of me, which Halfdan tutted at. Sliding his hands back up my legs, I enjoyed spreading them for him, wondering what he was doing as his head disappeared from my view. Until his tongue ran through me, and I instinctively bucked my hips up. Continuing to lick me, his arm pinned me down, causing my back to arch, and I gripped onto the pillows around me. I moaned over and over, louder and louder, calling out his name when he hit a specific spot. That wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach was building again, and just as I thought it would all come crashing down on me, he stopped. 

My protests flew out of the window as he sat back and removed his shirt, leaving me no time to admire him as he tugged at my own dress. The coldness made my skin break out into goosebumps, and before I could even think about covering my breasts, Halfdan already had his own hands on them. 

“Halfdan...” I breathed out, knowing that if we carried on, I wouldn’t be able to keep up with his pace. 

“Too fast?” he halted.

I melted at that.“Just a little.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s not to say I’m not enjoying it.”

He let out a breathy laugh.“Good. This part will feel uncomfortable at first, alright?”

I meekly nodded, already knowing what he was referring to. He sweetly kissed my forehead, travelling down my nose, then to my lips before leaning back to take his trousers off. Keeping eye contact with me, he hovered over me again, his strong arms holding him up either side of my head. Glancing down, I gulped when I saw...him. Obviously I had never seen one before, but even with nothing to compare it to, I was still impressed. Dragging my legs up to spread them again, Halfdan interlocked one of our hands, giving me a reassuring kiss before I felt it against me.

He slid himself against me, checking once more that I was ready. Gripping onto his hand, I nodded, now desperate to know what it would be like to have him inside of me. My breath caught in my throat as he entered, eyes squeezing shut. It was a familiar yet altogether different feeling to that of his fingers. The stories of pain were true, though it was bearable. I saw him hesitate, and I urged him to go on. Once he was fully in, I opened my eyes to see Halfdan’s eyes closed, mouth agape as his breathing became heavier. He built up a pace, a smooth rhythm happening between our bodies. When he opened his eyes, we looked at each other, an unknown emotion being exchanged. He was going slightly quicker now, grunting as he thrusted. When I whimpered, he instantly stopped, slowly down rapidly. 

“No, no, go a bit faster. Please.” I whined, moving my hips upwards.

He smirked.“You said to go slow.”

Halfdan (the little shit) pulled out almost completely, sliding in ever so slowly. Although it was nice, I needed more friction. Pouting, I cried out his name, hoping it would turn him on more where he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He knew what he was doing, but I could see he was also impatient. I could tell that even when he was going fast for me, this wasn’t him to his full extent. We were being extremely loud, not caring if anyone heard us, we wanted the noise complaints. My legs were shaking, I wanted this feeling to last forever, crying out when a sudden wave of calmness washed over me. Halfdan thrusted a few more times before he too came down. Both breathless, our gaze was held, sloppily kissing each other as he removed himself.

With my legs throbbing, I laid there trying to regain my breathing. Halfdan carefully covered me with a fur, shuffling closer to hold me in his arms. We were hot and sweaty, but that didn’t matter.

“Thank you.” I breathed out. 

“I have been thanked many times before,” he cheekily said,“but it has only meant something coming from you.”

I scoffed a laugh, rolling my eyes.“Other men may have not been so kind. Some would have even thrown me to the side. But you were good to me Halfdan, if that doesn’t make you a man, I don’t know what does.”

“The Gods drew us together for some reason. I am glad that they did. I have my beautiful woman now.”

“And I my handsome man. Though I am tired.”

“Sleep my love.” he kissed the top of my head.“You will need plenty of rest for what I have planned for us in the future.”

[ilooklikeididyesterday]

Soft - Chapter I

Summary: Being the duteous younger brother of Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black marries an English woman for gold and alliance. By his own admittance Halfdan did not understand women, let alone an English born lady who had no idea of his culture, and he none of hers.

Antonia was under no disillusion that she would never be able to choose the man she would marry, and had forgone any notions of romance when she was but a young girl. However, she never envisioned that the man her father would choose for her to marry would take her across the sea to a faraway land where she didn’t speak the language or know anything of their culture.

Warnings: Bullying, rape, strong language, adult themes, child death

Halfdan did not like being inside the English town’s Church. Made of stone with an obscenely high roof he found the notion of worshipping one God in one building almost comical. His fingers twitched restlessly on the small blade sheathed in his belt as he stood with Harald at the front of the Church.

“Here comes your wife, brother,” Harald’s hand clapped on his younger brothers shoulder, bringing his attention to the double doors of the Church as they opened, revealing the Earl and his daughter, who was wearing so much lace and tulle she resembled a cloud.

As she walked down the aisle, Halfdan’s predatory glare didn’t leave her and his smirk masqued his anxiousness. Her veil was so thick he couldn’t see her face. What had Harald gotten him into?

At the altar the Earl stepped aside and she finally revealed her face.

Halfdan turned to his brother.

“She is one of the prettiest,” Harald offered sheepishly.

“Then I do not want to see the ugly ones,” Halfdan retorted. His bride was very plain with no noticeable features that made her stand out. Brown hair had been pinned back and her eyes were blue. Her nose was straight, at least, her mouth painted a pink rose colour. She was looking down at the floor showing her eyelashes were long but very straight.

The priest cleared his throat and she looked up to him. As Halfdan studied her face more he came to the conclusion that although her mouth was a pretty shape, the space between her nose and lips was too great. She was not repulsive but she did absolutely nothing to arouse him.

“Your woman does not like the sea.” Harald laughed, watching as Antonia sat on a small crate, knuckles turned white like her face as she gripped on for dear life.

“She’s not my woman.” Halfdan looked to the horizon where Vestfold was finally coming into view. Halfdan loved his brother, but this shambolic marriage would take some time for him to get over and fully forgive Harald.

“Of course she is. You are married.” Harald chuckled again as she refused the dried berries Harald held out to her.

Halfdan glanced to his wife and turned away in annoyance, focussing on the horizon again. Harald has took it upon himself to marry off his younger brother to this Christian woman while he’d been checking rabbit traps. In return, they had received a lump sum of gold with more gold and jewels promised to them when they would return to England some months later. It was all well and good that they would receive treasures that would help them build their own army, as well as strengthen their alliance with Ivar the Boneless, but Halfdan was the one who was stuck with this Christian for the best part of a year. He would have to have her in his home and give her money for food and clothes.

Antonia stood by the boat on the docks as people bustled around her shouting orders in a language she didn’t understand. The town smelt like fish. Her husband walked past her with his brother, no acknowledgement of her existence from either of them. She stood where she was, beside her small  travelling trunk chest with her belongings, awaiting instruction. Halfdan reached the end of the dock before realising she wasn’t here. He turned and impatiently motioned her forward with his hand. Quickly realising she was by herself, she began dragging her trunk behind her, following a long way behind him to a small house.

She stood near the front door, red faced and sweating from exhaustion. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Halfdan’s head motioned to a wooden door. Antonia huffed as she leant down, this time pushing her trunk along the wooden floor into a room just large enough to house a bed covered in animal furs and a large chest in one corner with Halfdan’s belongings - tunics, tools, bottles of oils and weapons - overspilling onto the floor. Antonia decided to leave her chest there for now and headed back into the other room to try and better acquaint herself with her new husband. He spoke a little bit of her language which although difficult, did not mean it was impossible to communicate.

Stepping into the other room she caught a flash of Halfdan’s profile as the front door slammed behind him, and he was gone.