#his face when she said bye to sigurd

[bearlytolerant]

[lisinfleur]

Valhalla Panel - Special Edition: The end of the Vikings TV series

All hail me!! Björn raises his cup. I fucking died like a gods' damn hero! Hahaha! Perfect! I couldn't be happier! he laughs.

Sigurd is gently caressing Lis' hair since she's sitting on his lap, nestled to his chest, eyes puffed of crying for the last episodes. 

All hail you... all hail you... Did you see what I did? Ivar answers, arrogant. I died like a true Viking! A warrior! 

And a whole man! Hvitserk jokes, smiling. 

And you, brother? What were you doing at that Christian church? Ivar asks, curious.

Preparing my vengeance upon them, of course! You didn't really think I accepted that bullshit, did you? Hvitserk smiled. I'm your brother, I'm a son of Ragnar! I'm Viking! 

We... are Viking! Ubbe says and everyone looks at him angrily.

You shouldn't be speaking, brother. You let Asa die, you dragged your people selfishly towards lands unknown, lured them, risked them. And had no action towards our homelands needs when we needed you the most. Björn says, causing Ubbe to lower his head. I don't even know what the fuck are you doing here after all!

I fulfilled our father's dreams. Ubbe justifies. 

And forgot his legacy, Ivar completes. Even I would know better our father would want his grandsons alive more than those beautiful lands you found out in nowhere. But I'm glad you found Floki in the end. 

At least, something. Hvitserk pokes. 

And what have you done, uh, brother? Ubbe pokes back. Followed Ivar everywhere he went like the dog he said you were?

I witnessed, brother. Hvitserk said. I was there to see Björn becoming a great hero. I visited his tomb and came back to our homelands although I could've been killed. I fought for our people! I was there to see Prince Oleg's fall and King Igor's ascension. I watched as Ivar changed into a better man and I saw the woman who would carry his child! I witnessed the great things our little brother did and held his dying body in my hands. I was there Ubbe. For all of them! This is what I did. 

The table gets silent and Lis' gets up, caressing Sigurd's face and looking at them all. 

Do not fight. You were all loved. You were all great. And I'm glad I knew all of you. It gladdens me what you've done in your life. It makes me smile that you've found your glory and carved your names in the halls of history. You will always be safe in our hearts. And no one will ever forget you guys. Björn Ironside, Ubbe Ragnarsson, Hvitserk Whiteshirt, Sigurd Snake in the Eye, Ivar the Boneless... Great... Great sons of Ragnar Loðbrók. Even greater than their father. But loved. All of you, loved. She smiles. 

To love, Ivar says, raising his cup. 

Hvitserk follows along with all the others who touch their horns with smiles on their faces. 

To love! they say together. Skál!

It was hard to finish this series and say good bye to our beloved princes on the screen. But they’ll always be safe in our stories, our minds, and our hearts. 

Happy new year, my beloveds! Skál!

[four-loose-screws]

FE4 Suzuki Novelization Translation - Chapter 7 Part 6

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Chapter 7

Part 6

Ayra was assigned the role of finding Brigid. One of the pirates led her around the places he believed they may find her, and they called out for her.

“Brigid! I’m not your enemy! I just want to talk. If you’re here, then please come out.”

She received no response on the first day, and returned to the castle in the evening.

The next morning, they set out for a rocky mountain to the west of the castle.

This time, when Ayra called out for Brigid, a response came right away.

“Who are you!?”

Ayra turned towards the voice, and responded, “I am Princess Ayra of Isaach, currently serving as a member of Prince Sigurd of Chalphy’s army.”

“Why is an Isaachian princess working with the Grannvalian Army!?”

“I’m not with the Grannvalian Army. They currently oppose Sigurd’s army.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ll explain everything, so please come out. I’ll put down my sword to prove that I am not your enemy.” Ayra detached her Brave Sword from her belt and set it down atop a rock.

“Alright. I’m coming out.” A female pirate appeared from the shadows of one of the boulders.

‘I knew it! She’s the same pirate I saw on that ship while traveling to Augustria!’ Ayra thought.

A man holding an axe followed behind her.

Once Brigid was close to Ayra, she was surprised to see that Brigid looked exactly like Aideen. But she paid that no mind, and explained everything that had happened, from the attack on Darna to Sigurd’s army’s capture of Orgahill Castle. “When Prince Sigurd heard about you from your crew, he knew right away that he wanted you to join his army. You can trust him. Please meet with him at least once.”

“I believe you, Princess Ayra, but people often use others as a part of their tricks. They send out an honest person, use that person to gain their target’s trust, then suddenly capture their target. Many pirate captains have lost their lives that way.”

“But Sigurd was understanding, even when he first met my nephew…”

“It’s fine. I didn’t tell you I wouldn’t comply. You’ve piqued my curiosity, so I’ll go. Is that okay? Even if something happens, I won’t hold a grudge against you. Just don’t panic if something bad happens. I was thinking about scrubbing myself clean of the pirate life soon anyway.”

-

Ayra led Brigid and Bailey quickly back down to the castle. When Sigurd heard word of their arrival, he went down to the entrance of the main building and greeted them.

Brigid’s similarities to Aideen also shocked Sigurd, so much so that he couldn’t speak for a moment.

“What are you so surprised about? Is my face that strange to you?”

“No, it isn’t. Please excuse my rudeness. I am Prince Sigurd of Chalphy. I’m happy you’re safe, Brigid.”

“So you’re Sigurd, huh? I believed what Ayra told me, so I came here. I’m more than ready. If you’re going to kill me, then hurry up and do it already.”

“Huh? This is all a misunderstanding. You may be a pirate, but you assure that the seas are safe to travel, so you haven’t done anything wrong, right?’

“That’s how I’ve always led my crew. But they mutinied. If you’re going to punish me for their crimes, then I’ll accept it. I only ask you to spare Bailey, the man who came with me.”

“No, I want you to lend me your strength! Will you join my army? I’m sure Ayra told you the details. To be honest, we’re in a really difficult spot right now. I won’t force you to do anything. But before you go anywhere, I want you to see what it’s like in our army. If you like it, then please join us.”

“Would they welcome a pirate captain like me?”

“Yes, they’d love to have you.”

‘What a strange man.’ Brigid thought.

But it wasn’t a bad thing. Plus, she was curious to see what kind of people Sigurd had with him.

They went to the coast, and Brigid crossed paths with her old crew. They all seemed to be happily working. In the blink of an eye, Sigurd had changed them completely. Brigid wondered just what this power of his was.

Then, they crossed paths with an arch knight, who called out to Brigid, “Lady Aideen!”

But after he said that, he made a strange face.

“What was that about? I don’t know you.”

“So you aren’t Lady Aideen… But that would mean…”

“You’re weird. What are you mumbling about?”

“What is your name?”

“Brigid. And you?”

“Brigid… What a beautiful woman you are…”

“W-Why would you say that when you haven’t even told me your name yet? If you’re making fun of me, then I won’t allow it.”

“Oh, excuse me. I apologize. My name is Midir. I was previously a knight of Jungby. It’s nice to meet you!”

“So your name is Midir, huh? I’ll remember that. I’m leaving now, so… bye…”

He didn’t say anything, so Brigid walked away.

He was in a trance as he watched her walk away. “I can’t believe it… she’s even more beautiful than her…”

-

After circling the coast, Brigid returned to the castle.

When the gate raised before her, she saw a woman holding a bow and running towards her.

It was Aideen.

Aideen had heard about Brigid from Sigurd, and rushed out of the castle in a panic. She had the same name, the same face, and could wield a bow - all the signs pointed to this woman being her lost twin sister.

And the moment Aideen saw Brigid, she knew it was true. “It’s you… it really is you, my sister! My twin sister Brigid! It’s me, Aideen! Please, you must remember me!”

Brigid was shocked to see someone with the same face as her. “Aideen… Aideen...” As she repeated the name, she was more and more sure that she’d heard it before.

“I’m your younger twin! Father took us on his pilgrimage to the Bragi Tower when we were four. We quickly got bored inside of the tower, so we went out to the beach. You were a brave tomboy, so you climbed aboard a small boat on shore. Then, when the tide came in, you were washed away into the sea! I didn’t know what to do, so I just panicked. When father finally noticed we were missing and called for us, neither of us could see the boat anymore.”

“Of course! Then, as I was told, the captain found me on the boat, and took me in!”

“Yes! Everything matches up perfectly! And you have a mark on the back of your right hand too, don’t you?”

“Now that you mention it, yes, I do! It appeared suddenly when I was fifteen!” Brigid said, and showed the back of her hand to Aideen. On it was a blue triangular mark that looked like an arrowhead.

“This is all the proof we need! That is the Holy Mark that appears on all of Crusader Ulir’s successors. And this is his bow, Yewfelle. Please see if you can draw the string.”

When Aideen handed the bow over to her, Brigid could tell that it was indeed very powerful. She’d never seen a bow so beautiful in all of her life.

She took it in her hands and tried to draw the string. In that moment, she felt power flow through her veins. “Th-This is… such a strange power…” Her chest became warm, and all of her memories came flooding back to her.

She remembered the form of her younger sister, crying and screaming her name from the shore… and how that sister became more and more distant as she drifted away...

“I remember you! Aideen! You’re Aideen, my sister!”

-

The next day, the Grannvalian Army’s vanguard reached Madino.

While that unit was small, the next day, a large unit of cavalry arrived, and three days later, an infantry unit made it to Madino.

According to Erinys’ report, the Grannvalian Army was obtaining boats from the coastal towns.

Sigurd held a meeting to discuss what they would do next.

“At the very least, if the Grannvalian Army is coming with rowboats and fishing boats, then that’s not a problem, because we have three pirate ships. But they might also send a proper navy. I don’t think we’ll have a chance against war ships. We still have a lot of time before that would happen, but I think we should consider now what we’d do once it did happen.” Oifey started the meeting off by explaining the situation, as he usually did.

“So what do you think, Oifey?”

“No good ideas have come to me.”

“Are we really stuck in such a bad situation that even our prodigy strategist can’t come up with any ideas?” Lex asked.

“All I can think of, is to get everyone on the ships and out of Orgahill before the Grannvalian Army shows up…”

“So are you saying we’ll become pirates, then? Great idea!” Lewyn said, then burst out laughing. About half of the other people in the room joined in.

Just then, a soldier burst in and announced that a messenger had arrived, sent by Queen Rahna of Silesse.

He then guided the messenger into the room, who was none other than Erinys’ elder sister.

“Prince Sigurd, my name is Mahnya. I am a knight of Silesse. I have come on Queen Rahna’s behalf to deliver a message to you.”

“Thank you for coming all this way. Please tell me what it is immediately.”

“Yes, sir. Queen Rahna wishes to say that you and your army may retreat from Madino and wait in Silesse until your name is cleared.”

The proposal was so close to Oifey’s desperate measure, that it caused a small commotion to break out in the room.

“Queen Rahna of Silesse wants to help me, a man who’s been betrayed by his own country?”

“That is correct. She would be happy to have you. Silesse is not only a remote country, but a nation that has never once allowed another country to invade since it was founded. You will be safe.”

“I see. So what do you think, everyone?”

Everyone he asked agreed to the proposal.

The last person he had to talk to was Lewyn.

“Silesse is my home country, so I’ll refrain from giving an opinion. But every country is the same, really. They have their good and bad points. Silesse has cold winters, for example. But if I had to pick between becoming a pirate and going to Silesse, I would pick Silesse, no question.” Lewyn’s words settled the issue.

The next day, Sigurd’s army divided into three groups, boarded the pirate ships, and left Orgahill.

Mahnya and her unit of pegasus knights flew the skies above them and served as their guard on their journey.

[shall-we-imagine]

And I'll still love you. (Klaus Goldstein x Reader *AU*)

Sequel to Mess me up.

In which Klaus gets back with his ex.

Jk I'd never 😂👌🏻

Genre: Angst/some fluff?

A/N: This is long, and I mean long, so strap yourselves in I guess? CuZ iTs A lOnG aSs RiDe (A Mark Lee tribute 👌🏻)

Also guys we have a lil Cedric (from BIR) cameo here so um idk there's that ig 😂😂

(Second Person Point of View)

"Okay, one day left till finals; you guys know what that means!" Zeus smirks, though the only one that knew what that means was apparently Luca.

"This time; we're not getting kicked out of the VIP lounge." Luca points an accusing finger at Zeus.

"It's not my fault you lied about our identities without letting me know that I was a famous producer and not just a fucking college student!" Zeus growls.

The intense argument only grew louder from the two opposite sides of the table, isolating you and Klaus from the rest of the group in a strange way. Everyone knew to ignore when Luca and Zeus started arguing, so Amelia and Guy - on the other side of the table - were already having a separate conversation, leaving you and Klaus in an awkward silence (If you ignore the two yelling dorks, of course).

As frustrating as the awkwardness is, you'd already decided to ignore the blond ever since the incident, and no amount of awkward can change that.

It'd been around five days since you even looked him in the face, and he didn't seem to be planning to fix anything. Sure, he constantly looks uncomfortable, and you're sure he knows he fucked up, but that doesn't change his lack of attempts to even apologise properly.

"Hey, what's up, you guys?" Scarlett beams, sitting next to you. Elias, Yukiya, and Augustus take seats around the table as well. "Sigurd's still busy with some work at the library, but he'll be here soon." She announces.

"Anyway, this time we're not going into the VIP lounge; you can get kicked out alone if you want to, but I'd like to keep my dignity!" Zeus crosses his arms.

"Which club are we visiting anyway?" Luca looks around the table.

"None! We're supposed to be studying!" Klaus snaps, earning confused looks from everyone. Sure, it was a logical statement, but his sudden outburst left everyone at a loss of words.

"Don't be such a killjoy." Sigurd's voice is followed by a chuckle. He places himself in the empty seat between you and Klaus; however, you could still feel Klaus stare at you for a bit after it.

"He's right though. Finals start in like two days.." Yukiya states, to which Elias nods.

"Yeah, I need to revise." The younger blond agrees.

"It starts in a week for Amelia, Guy, Augustus, and I." Scarlett shrugs.

"Yeah, we're in." Guy grins.

"Sorry, guys, I don't think Yukiya and I will be joining; we still have stuff to study." Elias gives one of those polite frowns, where you know he's not disappointed about missing out on any of that. Knowing Elias, you can tell he's probably pleased to spend his day in a library instead of a club, and normally, you'd agree; you enjoy peace, and it's never too fun to be in crowded places.

However, you need to do something fun to get your mind off of Klaus. If he's gonna be a dick then so be it; you have to move on.

"I'm coming." You shrug. Part of you wanted to turn to check Klaus's reaction, but you stayed composed.

"What?!" He semi-shouts, but immediately clasps his hand over his mouth, clearly embarrassed by his accidentally loud reaction. He clears his throat, "I mean, you're in the same uni as these dumbasses and I; you start finals the day after tomorrow! What do you mean you'll go clubbing today? You should be studying!"

"What makes you think I have any studying left? I'm already done." You weren't gonna bring it up. You really weren't. Not in front of everyone too, but before you could think it through, you found yourself quoting him from that night. And it wasn't a lie either, you spent your days binge studying to keep your mind busy, so at this point, you really needed something else to keep you occupied.

Something flashes in his eyes, recognition maybe: you weren't sure, but either way, he stays silent. And perhaps you should've left it at that, but the built up anger inside you is now clawing its way out.

"Plus, even if I haven't finished studying; what is it to you?! Who even are you to object and involve yourself in my life?! Mind your own business!" He, once again, doesn't respond, but this time it wasn't because he was caught off guard. He just seemed slightly broken, but in the midst of the fury and anguish you felt, you couldn't care that much.

"Um, what's up with the weird tension between you guys?" Zeus lets out a nervous laugh. If Zeus was giving nervous laughs then it was definitely obvious to everyone how serious whatever is between you and Klaus.

"Haven't you two been ignoring each other a bit too? Like you guys used to be super close." Augustus points out.

Amelia's eyes meet yours, and she immediately gets the memo. "You guys are crazy; they're fine! They've always argued a lot; it's how they are! Can we focus on who's coming and who's not?" You give her a small smile, as to say thank you.

Scarlett catches on to the silent conversation between you and Amelia, immediately joining in. "Yeah, don't worry too much; we've seen it happen a lot! So, yeah, let's just focus on what's important here."

"Uh, sure." Zeus lets it go. Luca, Guy, and Augustus were smarter than that, unfortunately; they remained skeptic. Regardless, none of them make any further comments.

"I've also done my studying, so I'm good to go, as well." Sigurd shoots you a wink, earning a giggle in return. A genuine one, which you were thankful for. It made you relax a little after that rage you let loose on the blond jerk.

Klaus slams his fist on the table, "Fine. I'm coming too."

"Man, could you fucking chill; you're starting to sound scary. More so than normal." Luca complains but moves on to deciding the time and place to meet.

Your eyes drift to Klaus, who was already looking. You quickly look away, unsure why your heart suddenly leaped into your throat.

You avoided looking in his direction for the rest of the gathering.

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"You're not gonna tell me what's up with you and Klaus?" Scarlett glances at you before looking back at her own reflection and applying highlighter.

Amelia sticks her head out the bathroom door, one eye lined perfectly till the wing while the other was left with a random stray streak as if she rushed to the door at hearing Scarlett's statement, and in the process fucked over her left eye. Of course you know that's exactly what she did.

"Um, excuse you? I think you mean us??"

Scarlett sighs, "You're not gonna tell us what's up with you and Klaus?"

"Nothing." You apply your favourite lipstick, absolutely pleased it goes perfectly with your dress. At least one thing is going right here.

Scarlett frowns slightly, but doesn't push it.

"You're so full of shit." Amelia chuckles before pulling herself back inside.

You roll your eyes at her, but a small smile tugs at your lips.

"Who's picking us up?" You wonder.

Scarlett clears her throat. "Well, we initially asked Sigurd, I swear, but...well, um, Klaus insisted..."

"That's fine." You put on your best nonchalant expression.

As if he calculated exactly when to arrive, Klaus calls Amelia's phone the second you're done fixing your hair, aka the last step to getting ready. Excluding shoes, of course.

"Can someone pick up? My hands are busy!" Amelia yells from the bathroom.

You glance at Scarlett. Also still busy.

Not wanting to sound even more suspicious, you force yourself to pick up. "Hello?"

"He-..(Y/N)?"

You swallow awkwardly, "um, yeah, they're not done yet. Are you here? Like, um, to pick us up?"

"No, I'm here to hand you your mail, (Y/N)." You don't need to see him to know he's rolling his eyes.

"I meant are you here already?"

"Yeah."

Amelia sticks her head outside the bathroom again, this time with both eyes looking perfect. "Invite him up here." She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. "Unless, of course, you have a problem with Klaus being in your apartment."

You throw a pillow, and it barely misses her face.

"Hey! That could've ruined my make up!" She yells but doesn't come back out again.

You considered inviting him like she said, but just the thought of it brought back too many unwelcomed memories. You blushed and immediately decided against it.

"Hello?"

"Oh, sorry, um, I'll just come down and keep your company till they're done, okay? Bye!" You hang up, leaving him no chance to reply. It was already awkward enough.

You slip your feet into your high heels, grab your purse, and head outside- not forgetting to remind the girls to lock the door before leaving.

If it were for you to decide, you'd let the jerk rot in his car as he waits for the three of you, but for the sake of letting things go smoothly, you decide it's for the best to try to make it seem like you don't wanna punch Klaus in the face.

Quickly enough, you spot his car. Also quickly enough, you notice the familiar fluffy, blonde curls you were so used to running your hands through. He looks as handsome as usual, but that hurt you in a different way this time. Sure, everytime you noticed how attracted to him you are, you'd be upset, solely because he's not yours to admire this way. However, today, it hurts you because everytime you look at these perfectly drawn features, a few written words come to mind.

He notices your presence but says nothing. He just stares at you with an unreadable expression.

Not wanting to look odd just standing in front of your building's door, you stiffly walk to his car as fast as you can without face planting into cement.

You take a back seat and say nothing.

Klaus lets out a slight, humourless laugh. "What's that? A back seat? You always call shotgun."

"Wasn't feeling it." You shrug and pull out your phone, using it as your own personal don't talk to me sign.

Unfortunately, Klaus doesn't care about any signs you're giving if it doesn't match his desires. "You look pretty, but with a dress like that, people will mistake you for a prostitute. Couldn't you wear something more revealing??" His voice dripped with irritation, an irritation you couldn't understand.

"Excuse me? My dress is fine; not everyone is a pervert, but you wouldn't know, would you?!" You clap back, not in the mood to let him take out his anger on you.

"Are you trying to call me a pervert?" He laughs in disbelief.

"I didn't say that, but, hey, if the shoe fits, feel free to wear it."

"That's what I get for trying to make sure no one hurts you?" He complains.

"Well, too bad you already did." You spat, tears blinding you momentarily. You hated yourself for letting this escape your lips, but it ended up silencing both of you for a few moments, allowing you to regain composure before the girls hop into the car.

"Uh, what's up with the weird vibe?" Amelia raises an eyebrow.

Scarlett sighs from the front seat, "I don't even know anymore."

Neither Klaus or you respond, so, naturally, the conversation died, leading to a rather quiet ride, excluding Scarlett and Amelia's countless attempts at making it less awkward.

"Finally! I felt like I'd suffocate inside from the tension!" Amelia stretches her arms happily once she leaves the car. It's safe to say...she wasn't the only one happy to exit the metal cage of awkward.

You meet up with the rest of the group before going inside, which wasn't all that helpful, since you lost each other fairly quickly.

Thankfully, Amelia and Scarlett were still with you, and finally, you were ready to block all thoughts of a certain blond and enjoy your life for the time being.

As planned, the three of you were already singing and dancing your hearts out after a few drinks, not a care in the world. You didn't have time to think about what Klaus is doing or how much of a dick he was to you.

Well, until a familiar guy approaches you. And perhaps Klaus shouldn't have been the one your mind drifted to, but that didn't stop you from letting the blond you'd ignored all year try to flirt with you for the billionth time.

"(Y/N)! Didn't think I'd see you here!" Cedric yells over the music.

You tried your best not to roll your eyes, "Yeah, me neither."

"Wanna dance?"

"I'm sure you can see I'm already danc-" both girls nudge you. "Sure. I'd love to dance." You force a smile, not skipping glaring at the girls before following Cedric a little further away from them. You weren't sure why he dragged you away, but you also couldn't care less; being near him was already annoying enough, so it really didn't matter.

The only reason you found yourself agreeing to this nonsense is that you know how much Klaus dislikes it when Cedric flirts with you. He always claimed that Cedric only cares about looks and that you should stay away from him, which normally you do. Mostly because you don't enjoy his personality, or the lack thereof.

However, something about being with the guy Klaus would most hate for you to be with just made you feel pleasure. It was like you wanted to piss him off, even though he really couldn't see you anyway, but you so desperately wish he would.

The dancing got really awkward really quickly. Cedric was already getting touchy, and he didn't seem to catch on to how uncomfortable you felt.

"Could you not fucking do that?!" You aggressively push his hand away from you.

He frowns, "Do what? We're just dancing together. You agreed to that."

"I didn't agree to you groping me though, did I?"

Before he could respond, your eyes drifted to Klaus, who was sitting at the bar. He'd just spotted you.

And maybe common sense would say to just ignore him.

But no.

You look Cedric in the eye, pull his face closer to you, and smash your lips together. You can tell he was confused but quickly recovered, using both hands to pull you closer to him by the waist.

This could've went on for longer if you weren't harshly yanked away from the blond.

"What's wrong with you?!" You try to pull your arm away from Klaus's grasp, but the furious male didn't budge. He didn't even respond; he just pulled you away.

"Klaus! Let go!" You try to wriggle your arm out of his grip. As annoyed as you acted, a huge part of you was extremely giddy. You can tell he's furious, and as sadistic as it sounds, it makes you happy. Your mind didn't seem to catch on to how awkward it would be next time you see Cedric; all it could focus on was that Klaus is jealous.

He only lets go of you outside the club; the sudden change of temperature causes your skin to tingle with goosebumps. You rub your arms to keep yourself warm.

"Bloody hell. I told you that dress wasn't a good idea." Aggressively, he marches to his car and opens the trunk. He pulls out a jacket and wraps it around you.

Blushing lightly, you clear your throat. "Um, thanks."

"I'm not done. What the fuck were you doing with Cedric, (Y/N)?!"

You roll your eyes. "Exactly what you saw."

He nods, letting out a humorless laugh. "Okay. Let me rephrase that: why the fuck were you kissing Cedric?"

Smirking, you poke his chest and whisper, "Because I wanted to."

He grips your hand, "No, (Y/N), you didn't. You hate that guy."

"Well, why does it matter? Why do you care?" You pull away.

He stares at you in silence for a few seconds. "Get in the car."

Not even waiting for a reply, Klaus walks over to the driver's seat.

"What?!"

"I said get in the car. Passenger's seat this time." He shuts the car door.

You snap out of your confusion when his engine roars, pestering you to get moving. You rush and follow his instructions of not sitting in the back seat.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"You'll see." And with that, neither one of you spoke a word to the other.

***

"I'm not going for a swim with you, Klaus." The moment your gaze met the familiar lake, you were ready to bawl your eyes out, but you kept it together.

Leaving his seat, Klaus sighs. "Calm down. We're here to talk. Like we always do."

Leaving his jacket in the car, you take a deep breath and try to hold yourself together. You can't just break down now. You block away the memories of every other time you and Klaus came to this place.

You sit down on the grass but make sure to keep a distance between you and the male.

"Because it wasn't obvious enough that you're mad." He sighs.

"What do you want, Klaus?"

He looks away, "It's more about what I don't want...I don't want to lose you."

The butterflies went wild in your stomach, leaving you with a clear shade of pink on your cheeks. However, this isn't enough for you to move on and forgive him, so you do your best to keep a stern look.

"Why did you lie to me, Klaus? You don't have feelings for me, and...and I already knew, but part of me wanted to believe you, and you weren't making it very easy to reject you. You could tell I had a crush on you, and you decide to manipulate me into having sex with you?! And you have the guts to criticize Cedric? You're even worse!" Well, there goes your perfect make up. Perhaps raccoon eyes could be the new trend; you can totally pull that off.

His eyes glisten, and you almost want to take back everything, but you have to stand up for yourself. He can't just walk all over you like you're the old weelcome doormat some unknown person placed in front of your apartment door. Who the fuck misspells Welcome? Why the fuck would anyone buy that? Why place it in front of your apartment? Why haven't you thrown it away? All unimportant thoughts you'd rather talk about right now than have to deal with Klaus and this emotional mess.

"I didn't lie to you. And you went out of your way to kiss that douche bag, didn't you? You wanted me to see."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Klaus?! You're trying to make it sound like I'm wrong now?!" You push yourself off the ground, the blond immediately following.

"Listen, okay? This isn't what I meant! I just- I'm still being petty about it, alright? I wanted to punch him square in the face."

"Well, you have no right to be even mildly annoyed. Leave me alone." You start walking away, but he gets a hold of your arm.

"(Y/N), could you just let me explain myself, please?!" He snaps.

"No, Klaus, all you do is blame me; fuck off." You push him away. What you didn't prepare for is stumbling backwards towards the lake. High heels deciding to join The Klaus Movement of Being a Dick to (Y/N), you quickly find yourself falling off the edge.

Panic-filled eyes follow your movements. Klaus's reaction came late, and by the time he grabbed you, he was already falling into the freezing cold water with you.

Surrounded by fear of drowning, you involuntarily call out for Klaus.

"(Y/N)?! (Y/N)!" Klaus's nervous voice echoes around you, but in the middle of trying to stay afloat, you couldn't decide where he was.

So, naturally, he had to be the one to find you. His arms wrap around you, trying to pull you closer to him, but the way you kept flailing your arms wasn't helping him. "Hey, hey, (Y/N), it's fine."

Eventually he was able to snap you out of it and hold you close to his chest. "There, it's okay. You're safe with me. You know I'll always make sure nothing hurts you."

You'd begun to calm down, you'd begun to forget about the dumb note, about him manipulating you; you'd started relaxing in his embrace, but his last statement brought you back to real life. "Let me go, Klaus." You try to pry yourself away from him.

"(Y/N), you can't swim! What are you doing?!"

"Just let me go, Klaus! I'm fine!"

"Didn't seem like it when you started calling for me!"

"It was a mistake! Just let me be!" You begin pushing him away again.

"(Y/N), fucking stop! You'll hurt yourself!" He grips your wrist tightly.

"Fine!" You stop struggling. "Just take me to the edge."

He remains silent. "You're not gonna leave the second I put you back up on land, are you?"

"What? Of course I will! I can't stand looking at your face." You turn your face to the side.

"That so?"

You roll your eyes and begin facing him. "Ye-"

He forces his lips onto yours, leading you to push him away with all your force, this time allowing you to break free from his grasp and latching onto the edge.

Furious, you find extra energy to easily pull yourself up and onto the grass. Unfortunately, your strength was immediately gone after, and this is when you couldn't take any of it anymore. You lost it all.

"Why do you keep ruining my life? I never asked for this." You sob. "Tonight, all I wanted was to have fun and forget about you, but no, you had to ruin things for me again! Look at me! My hair, my make up, my dress, my whole fucking night is a mess! And it's because of you!" You point an accusing finger at him.

His head drops in shame, and he slowly climbs to the edge near you. You start to get up but stop when you hear his shaky voice.

"Wait! Please..." His voice cracks, "I won't touch you anymore. I will drive you home. Just please...please let me explain first; hear me out."

"Get it over with, Goldstein." You cross your arms. You were starting to feel cold again, but you made sure to not make it obvious this time.

"Listen; I didn't lie. I genuinely felt attracted to you; in fact, I have been for the longest time. It's just that I'd already accepted we were merely friends, and I had to move on, and I figured the only way to truly stop viewing you romantically is to commit to someone, so when I found someone I was remotely interested in, I took it as a chance, but then suddenly, everything was gone. I didn't have her; I didn't have you. I didn't have anything." He takes a shaky breath. "And...and I came to you for comfort, but before I knew it, I was trying to get you to do what you clearly didn't want to do. It was selfish; I know. And by morning, I felt disgusting. I knew you wouldn't wanna look me in the face, so I left. I wanted to apologize, but you continued to ignore me, and if I'm being honest, I was also scared to confront you."

"Klaus-"

"Just let me finish." He sighs. "I'm not trying to say I'm not wrong. I am. I just want you to know I would never intentionally hurt you; I was just confused. I was heartbroken; I still had feelings for you; you let me have my way with you. I never knew you were actually into me as well. And when you ignored me, I just wanted to do anything to get your attention. Even if it meant to piss you off...which I suppose you got back at me by getting with Cedric, but that's not the point. You're right I don't have the right to be mad over it. It's just- everything just ended terribly, and I know everything is a mess, but I promise you I never meant to hurt you."

"I don't want to lose you." He starts sobbing, but Klaus being his prideful self, he quickly does his best to hold back.

You shouldn't brush everything off. He was wrong, and he hurt you. But seeing him trembling like that, you couldn't stop yourself from taking him into your arms. "I forgive you." You mumble.

"You do?" He perks up, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Yeah...I understand. Feelings can be confusing at times." You shrug. "Also...you never forced me into something I didn't want to do...I thought you knew I liked you?"

"Me?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"Yeah? You literally said it?" You let out a confused laugh.

Klaus pulls away from you. "When did I ever say that?"

"You were drunk; you said you knew I like you."

"Oh...that's just something I say...to everyone...when I'm drunk..." He rubs his temples in embarrassment.

You laugh. "Well, it's not like you're any less narcissistic when not drunk anyway."

"Hey! Watch it! I could still push you back into the water!"

"Shut up. You literally freaked the hell out when I fell the first time." You get off the grass.

He follows. "Not true."

"Yes true."

"Nope."

"Yup."

Well, maybe two stubborn people shouldn't be friends because this went on for a while. You were glad, however, that the tension between you guys was gone, and you two were back to normal again.

"Wanna go back to my apartment this time?" Klaus smirks before quickly adding, "Promise you won't be waking up to any notes this time...?"

Your face heats up. He was still recovering from a break up. This was still a bad idea. You should just decline and take things slow.

"Sure."

[evilispretty-dead]

So roommates part 38

It was their last day at the festival then they would be on their way to London but for now they was sat in the tents watching alex dances about of side with some of his friends both anyha and Marco laughing at him as they filled him then getting up together to join his in his silly dance as some of his friends filmed them , anyha had her hair in her face in the boomerang that they made of them as they danced “keep that and tag me” Alex asked as his friends did as asked , Alex put some videos up on his story on Instagram of all three of them and in every one anyha his her face or duck out giggling at him at his puppy dog eyes as she did this.

They was all tried when they was on the way to the airport to go to London but it was not long till they was they alex said bye to his dad and thanked him for driving them all here.

The flight to London was not that bad and the landed in the evening and they was soon in cab going back to anyha place before both the lads had to get book into their hotel room , anyha was on her phone texting her sister to let her know that they was on the way back to the flat her phone buzzed with a text back from her sister let her know that she got some friends over at the flat so anyha told her to let them know that she was coming home with some friends and not to freak out at seeing them getting a cheeky text back from her sister “just to let you know that iris has some friends over” she look over to both the lads “this is going to be fun” Marco snigged “I told her to let them know so it should be fine” she looked back at him then the all broke out laughing at the thought of walk in her flat and watch iris friends freak out upon seen Alex and Marco .

Pulling up outside of the flat they got their bags and anyha leads them in and up to her flat door letting them in , upon waking in the could hear people talking and a puppy barking as it ran to the front door anyha dropped her bags to give blue some love then picking him up walking in to the living “mum am home” she shouted as iris got up and ran over to her “hey ... hey Alex Marco” she smiled at them as she looked over to them as they walked in to the living room they looked around watching the group of friends that iris was sat with all have shocked looked on their faces then one said something about omg OMG then composed herself , a young lad got up and walked over to them “hi it nice to meet you am Harry” he held out his hand to anyha with that she handed blue over to iris to shake his hand ”hi harry” “ok everyone we seen the famous people now back to work” Iris said as she put blue down , anyha looked back at the two men she had came in with “cone on we will hang out on the rooftop” with that she led the way up to her side of the flat upstairs .

All three of where sat on the rooftop looking out over the street as the sun was getting low in the sky “we best get off to the hotel” Marco said as he looked at his phone seeing that it was almost time for them to book in to the room they said their goodbyes and anyha showed them out the door giving the both a hug and Alex got a snarky kiss on her neck as she hug him making her blush .

Alex and Marco had make it into their hotel room letting out their stuff for tomorrow as they would be at London comic con “you ready for tomorrow” Marco asked as he put what he would be wearing tomorrow as Alex set up his phone to play music in the room so they could chill out “ yer am ready for tomorrow” he smiled at him looking over his shoulder at Marco they chatttd about the plans they had for the con and after the con as they could have 3 days in London before they had the next con to go to .

The morning of the con they all met up for breakfast at some fancy place , anyha was the last of them to walk in and it was Alex that met her and ordered something for her , Alex pulled out a chair for her to sit down between Katherine and Georgia and he round his seat across from her “anyha you was amazing last night on that live stream” Georgia piped up as she looked at anyha “thank you hehe , I didn’t think you guys would see it” anyha blush looking away from Georgia as she tell her that she loved her singing and that she didn’t know that she could sing like that making anyha blush more and more .

Soon after breakfast they was split into groups and given their run sheets so they know where they had to be , so the first thing anyha had was interviewers with Alex , Marco and Alexander then they would be moving on to the panel that they had to do later today. Going through the interview was nices as their was not to much that they could answer but at the same time the was one interviewer that kept asking anyha about her love life but she just brushed it off .

After a quick lunch they was on the way to do the panel anyha standing backstage playing with her bracelet as she was freaking out as she never done something like this like yes she had been sat the others side of the panel but she never been on a panel but it was Alexander walked over to her “hey don’t freak you sat between me and Alex so you fine” he put his hand on her shoulder so that she would look at him now with a nervous smile on her face as soon she could hear the crowd go mad as they was getting ready to go out their , anyha walked out with Alex and Alexander as they wave at the crowd as they move out on to the stage taking their seats , anyha gasped as she looked out over crowd and see how many their was but at the same time she spotted her family on the front Row smirking at her and at the same time she felt Alex hand hold hers “wellcome the cast of Vikings” the crowd went wild as they was told what was going to happen and how for a special treat they would be showing the new episode of Vikings . The opening scene play out and the crowd clapped then there was a recap of what happened in the last episode then it started.

Scene

Freya walked back to her tent drinking from her cup as she went, stepping through into her tent she stripped of her her armour and laying down at the end of the bed sitting on the bed to take her boots off and leaving them at the side of the bed , she pulled back the fars and slipped under them pulling them back over her body rolling to her side culling up in a ball she fell asleep holding her sister necklace .

She felt like she was being woken up as she opened her eyes she could see that she was not in her tent but she was out in the woods filled with bright and beautiful colours sitting herself up she looked around when she heard someone giggle around she , Freya looked around to see who it was but she couldn’t see them but she know that giggle just then the voice of her sister called her name and she jumped up looking round her see where she had to run seeing something move off to the side of her she move to run after but she tripped and fell to the floor hissing in pain as she felt something grab her rolling over to see what it was she , she came face to face with bjorn but his face was covered in blood making his eyes looked like glowed blue “bjorn?” Freya was confused to why she was he was here but then his face changed to ubbe face but the eyes still looked like they glow she struggled to get away from him but he climbed up her body so to he was sitting over her as his hands slipped riding her neck the face changed again to hvitserk then last Sigurd but this time their eyes looking at her was ivar a she could see all the hate and pain in them as Sigurd put weight on her neck making it hard to breath she scratched at his hands to try and get him off her feeling about at the side of her body she felt something , Freya grabbed on to the thing under her hand and closing her eyes she hit the side of sigurds head with it feeling the weight of his body leave her with that she stabbed to her feet and just ran not looking back .

Running out to a field slowing down so that she was walking out into the field.

Tovi looked up to see Freya sleepwalking heading out to the open field jumping to her feet she shuck ubbe and bjorn awake “she dream walking” both men looked round , bjorn move the girl he was holding so that he could stand “if we can get to her before she walks out” ubbe said as he touch of running after her with bjorn and torvi behind him as the ran after Freya . Tovi call out to them that they had to get Freya as the sky had changed and the moon was full and it was being coming light .

Back to Freya dream

As she step to the edge of the tree line before walking out as the clouds move that was hiding the moon letting light fall on the field , looking across the field she seeing something on the other side then there was a flash of blue eye and they was the eyes of ivar this made her fall back and it felt like she was falling through water.

Freya woke up as she falling back as thousands of fire arrows was coming her way as she fell closing her eyes “Odin take me” she whispered as she hit the floor as thousands of arrows hit the ground she could hear her name being called

[ivartheblessed]

But I love her

Hvitserk x reader

Prompts 1 and 2

“But I love her” and “You’re just confused”

Word count: 776

WARNING: HEARTBREAK FOR BOTH

NO ONE POV

A young Viking girl and Hvitserk were just coming back from what they’d call a good hunt. When really they only caught 2 rabbits and a bird of some sort. They’d been passing though the square when her dad came out to ask you do some extra chorus.

“Bye Hvitserk!” Y/N quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. His face turned bright red.

“Bye Y/N” He waved as she walked away. His older brother Bjron had come up from behind him chuckling.

“You love her.” Bjron boldly stated. He simply just rolled his eyes. All of his brothers had been convinced that Hvitserk loved Y/N since day one, although he knew he did he was very unaware of it. “Anyway I did come here to see you off in lover land, Father has requested your presents in the hall.”

“Do you prophase know to as why?” He asked.

“Something about a princess.” The blonde Viking replied. Hvitserk look at his half-brother confused however he followed him to the hall. Once the man had entered the hall, his eyes travelled around to see to as what everyone had been doing. Ivar had been sat in the corner with Sigurd making fun of him as per usual and Ubbe came up to the two brother and said.

“Brother, father has been wanting to talk to you, good luck with that.” Hvitserk took a deep breath and approached his father who was seated on the throne.

“Father, you wished to speak with me?”

“Yes my son. This is Princess Ragnhild. Daughter of Harald Finehair.” His father introduced her.

“Hello Princess, lovely to meet you. I am Hvitserk. Son of King Ragnar Lorbork” He introduced himself to her.  

“Pleasure to meet you.” She smiled. He could not lie she truly was beautiful. With her red hair the contrasted against her pale skin.

“Ragnhild, if you do not mind I wish to speak to my sons alone.” She nodded and as if it was just in time Y/N come it with fury in her eyes.

“Hvitserk! My father just told me that I am to marry him!” She pointed directly at Ivar. “I cannot believe this!” She turned her gaze to Ragnar. “How could you? You know I do not love him, you know exactly who I love. How could you arrange for me to marry a man when I have eyes for only another.” Tears began to form in her eyes. Hvitserk for a reason felt is heart fall. It was at the moment he had realised that he loved Y/N. Before his father could tell him what he wished to say he’d left. He walked out of the hall punching the open. No one went after him but his brother Ubbe.

After an hour of searching for him, Ubbe found him in the forest angrily punching a tree. “Hvitserk!” he yelled.

“She can’t!” His brother yelled.

“Who can’t what?” he replied.

“Y/N, she can’t marry Ivar.”

“Why? Yes Ivar is crazy but he will treat her well.”

“But I love her,” he cried. You could see the tear in the forming in the heartbroken man’s eyes.

“I know you do, but father nor Y/N does. That is why father arranged for Y/N to marry Ivar. He needs her.”

“But so do I. I need her.”

MEANWHILE AT THE GREAT HALL

She couldn’t believe it, he father and the man she loved Father is forcing you to marry a monster. Y/N sat on the bottom of the stairs and remained silent. Everyone but Ivar, Ragnar and the beautiful girl had left. Ragnar was the first to speak.

“Y/N I am sorry, however the arrangement for Ragnhild to marry one of my sons has been since her birth.”

“Oh.” Is all she could come up with. She would argue with him, however she did not have the energy to do so. “I’m leaving.” Ivar however called out her name. “Yes?” She asked.

“Let me walk you home,” he lightly smiled. She just nodded her head not wanting to say anything. He picked up his crutch and started to hobble over to you.

“I will see you at the feast to night Y/N.” Ragnar smiled.

The walk home was quiet, once they reached her home they bid their farewells. And Ivar had told her to get some rest before the feast. He told her that he would pick her up at sunset. She smiled and thanked him. As she went to hug him, he pulled her in and whispered into her ear “I understand, you’re just confused to as what is going on.”

“I guess you could say that.” She chuckles.

a/n I might make this a series, thoughts?

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Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Moodboard was made by tephi101 and for once all the pictures of an actual prison i do own. The rest i do not own but it'd be a lot cooler if i did.

Warnings: Angst, depression, mentions of Alzheimer's

Chapter 4: Why?

Hvitserk's POV

Another day down. I sat up and blinked into the sunlight that the uncovered windows allowed to blind me every morning. I slipped my muscle shirt over my head and stood by the door that would be unlocked to send us to breakfast.

I heard a loud buzz and watched all the doors in C Block open. I don't know why I even bothered.

An inmate, who they all called Horik, took my food almost every day. Except for egg day. Had it only been him, his neck would be broken and I'd eat right next to his body. But he had buddies. Really big buddies.

I made my way down the chained alley, and down the spiral staircase, also fenced in. We all shuffled single file to the cafeteria.

I grabbed my tray and headed for my usual table. As always, breakfast was yesterday's dinner ground up and baked into a sickly looking loaf. I guess I should be thanking Horik for saving my taste buds and stomach. Although the one day a week we got eggs was just as gruesome. I'm fairly certain they started off as a powder and were mixed very well with outdated milk.

"LOAF!" Horik yelled, snagging the slice from my tray. 'Have at it buddy.' I thought, while trying not to gag when he chewed with his mouth open.

"LOTHBROK!" A guard yelled, coming my way, cuffs in hand.

I stood up. "Sir?" I asked, confusion covering my face. I hadn't done anything since my arguement with Halfdan and that was a month ago.

"You have visitors." He explained. "Place your wrists at your waist." I did as I was told and he slapped the cuffs on me, a bit too tight. "Follow me."

We walked out of the cafeteria and down a long corridor until we got to some double doors. "These visits will be monitored from all angles. If they hand you anything, we will intercept. They are not to touch or hug you. An officer will be present but you will be allowed privacy. He will not listen to your conversation or interrupt you at any time, unless it gets out of hand. Do you understand these rules?" I nodded and he sighed, pointing to his shirt pocket. There was a voice recorder there. "Do you understand the rules, Mr. Lothbrok?"

"Yes."

With that he let me in and I immediately seen Ivar waving shyly. I smiled and ran to him with arms open, only to be stopped by an officer's arm. "No touching or hugging." I dropped my arms in defeat.

We walked to a table and sat down. "Where's Ubbe?" I asked. "The guard said brothers."

"Oh. No. Bjorn is here. He wanted to visit with Halfdan for a few minutes."

I stiffened at his name but I played it cool in front of my brother. He never particularly liked Halfdan but he was close to his brother Harald. "How's things at home?"

"Father has been working more. Mother stays in her room, crying all day. Ubbe got married and moved out and Bjorn... Is... Different now. Oh. Uncle Syrus' Alzheimer's and hallucinations are getting worse, so he has moved into your old room."

I leaned back in my chair. "When was this?" I asked.

"Shortly after you got... Erm... Left." he reiterated.

I nodded. "Poor old man. Blind from birth and now he's losing the only thing he has left."

Just then the door opened and a guard brought Bjorn in. "Brother... Hvitserk." he said my name like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

I smirked. "Halfdan spoke to you about our friendly talk, I assume." I taunted.

Bjorn shot his head to Ivar, eyes blazing with fury. "Ivar," he said, trying to keep his cool. "Can you please leave us?"

"But... I..."

"NOW, BONELESS!" Bjorn shouted, inches from his face. Ivar had flinched away but the look in his eyes was nothing short of hatred.

"Bye, Hvit. I'll see you again, SOON." he made sure to enunciate as he slowly got up and edged his way to the door.

"So, Hvitserk, you think you can just threaten Halfdan and get away with it?" he asked me, once Ivar had closed the door behind him with a small click.

"Is that why you are here, Bjorn? To make sure your dog doesn't get put down?" I asked, making eye contact for the first time since he walked in on me hovering over Sigurd's lifeless body.

He set his jaw and I knew I had definitely struck a nerve.

"Why did you kill him?" He asked, breathing heavily, trying to remain calm.

"Why do you care so much? Huh? You hardly knew us. You always ran off after father. Why after everything has Sigurd's death offended you so?"

"BECAUSE I'M SICK OF BETRAYAL! FIRST PORUNN GETS SICK AND KILLED MY DAUGHTER, PRECIOUS SIGGY! THEN SHE RUNS OFF! SIGURD TALKED ME INTO CALMING DOWN SO I WOULDN'T HURT MYSELF OR ANYONE ELSE! AND NOW... YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME TOO! MY BROTHER!" he shouted, on the brink of crying. I noticed the tears pooling in his eyes. I wanted so badly to be there for him. But, I knew as well as he, that I was still the villain here.

"I know he was there for you through your worst times. This is going to come as a major shock to you... But he deserved everything he got and then some. He was a piece of shit and only one of us kn..."

I was cut off by a fist to the jaw and then guards started grabbing us quickly and pulling us away from one another.

The last thing I heard before the doors shut behind me was, "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, HVIT! I FUCKING PROMISE YOU THAT!"

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[tvertimot]

Roses and thorns: chapter I

Aslaug watched her youngest son while he was doing his hair in front of the mirror. She was so proud, her boys were so clever, handsome; they are all good at something, thinking of their future. And now are starting to look for a partner to share that future with. Her little Ivar. Yes, he was 19 but he would always be her little bubble of joy.

-MUUUUM! What are you looking at?!

-My bubble being so pretty!

-My name is Ivar and, if you so necessarily have to say it, I might be outrageously handsome. - Ivar said with his signature half-smile, wheeling out of the bathroom.

-Where are you taking her? - asked his mother.

-Well, it's not a DATE. She just asked me to go downtown with her, she had a few things to do.

-What do you need all this hair job for then?- Hvisterk appeared all of a sudden in the kitchen.

-At least I don't have to hide my hair under some stupid hat my girlfriend gave me. - Ivar referred to a Warpaint fullcap, matching with K.'s hoodie.

-First of all, we both like this band. Besides, she's not a girlfriend, she's … my K.

-You're ridiculous. See ya, loser. Bye mum, love you!

Ivar left the house as quickly as he could, not leaving his mother  a chance to say goodbye to him, or rather kiss all over his face, because that was what their mother was like.

Everyone said she used to be a tough one, just like their father. She of course could be the lion when it came to defending her family.  But after the wound her husband gave her she decided not to become cold. She focused on her 4 precious sons. And th older she became, the more sentimental she got.

-I'm going out as well, mum. Dunno when will be back. - Hviterk put on his shoes and gave his mother a cheek kiss.

-Have fun darling. Give K. a kiss from me.

-I sure will... - said Hvisterk ironically, rolling his eyes.

Asloug poured herself a glass of wine and sat down in the garden. It was always her spot, this exact armchair, since they bought the house, 15 years ago. The last good thing Ragnar done was not leaving her totally bare with four children. He left her most of their money, before he cut himself off from his children's lives*. She decided to move from Norway to England. They bought there a house in a small town near London.

Her children. She was so proud. They were all so different.

Ubbe, he's 26. He doesn't live with them anymore. He moved to Oxford where he went to Uni and stayed there. He teaches English in school, he always liked working with children.

Hvitserk, one year younger works as a mechanic in the town. Despite his philosophical attitude, he's rather a practical person.

Sigurd. A delicate and artistic soul. He was never  good at school, but always loved to play music. So now he is a session musician. Sigurd decided to move back to Norway, where he fell in love with his current boyfriend and they feel there at home.

Ivar. Asloug's little bubble. She loves all her children equally, but Ivar just needed her the most. The poor boy can't walk since he was born. He's very intelligent and determined. He's talking about becoming a lawyer, but his mother still claims he'll end up running some succesfful business.

She had the most in common with her youngest son, probably due to spending the most time of the four together- two other boys moved out and Hvisterk usually spen time outdoors Ivar and his mother shared their interest in jazz music and politics.

She could not believe how quickly the time flew. Only yesterday the boys were running around, all dirty from playing outside all day and now they were adults. She only shook her head and put on her favourite vinyl.

                                                                                                      WATTPAD

[peaceisadirtyword]

Move On IV (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!💕 I don’t even know how I managed to finish this with the crazy week I’ve had💀 I had 3 exams, a huge paper to hand in and a presentation. But somehow, I did this too and I wanted to post it as soon as possible🥰 I’m quite happy of how this one turned out considering I hadn’t that much time to work on it. So I hope you like it!♥️ There’s not many parts left (2 or 3) but I have an idea for a “sequel” so if you guys like this one, maybe when it’s done I’ll work on that!

Now enjoy, stay safe and enjoy the holidays, even if this year isn’t the best one for celebrations😅 See you soon🥰 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, angst, implied Hvitserk x Reader, don’t kill me for this lol

Words: 4179 (I’m sorry)

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You actually liked to go shopping. You enjoyed walking around the shops and looking at beautiful clothes and shoes. You didn't like to try on the clothes, though, because the comparisons between the model on the photos and you were awful. 

"Aren't you gonna try that on, Y/N?"

Torvi's voice startled you. She just got out of one of the fitting rooms, wearing a beautiful silver dress that made her look even better than the model. You widened your eyes. 

"I... Don't think this will fit me" you glanced at the clothes they made you pick. Party clothes; tight dresses, short skirts, low cut crop tops... "I'm more of a comfy sweatpants and oversized hoodies girl" you raised an eyebrow. 

Torvi chuckled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. 

"Come on, Y/N, I want to see how you look on them!"

She looked at herself on the mirror, frowning softly. You looked at the pile of clothes on the wooden table and wondered why you agreed to go shopping with Torvi, Gunhild and Lagertha when you could be at home, eating cookies and watching Disney movies with Hvitserk. 

They insisted on going shopping and then go and grab lunch. As you barely had any social life anymore, you thought it'd be a great idea. Then they entered one of those expensive shops that you could only admire from afar and glare with jealousy to the people that exited the store with a couple of bags. 

"Okay, I think this is the one" Torvi shrugged happily "What do you think?" She turned around and you smiled softly. 

"You look beautiful" 

"Thank you" her smile widened "You're the sweetest, Y/N"

"Are you girls done?" Lagertha's voice startled you, her head peeked through the door. 

"Nearly" Torvi winked at her "What do you think about this dress? Y/N likes it" 

"I think you look perfect on it" Lagertha smiled at her ex daughter in law. You were still amazed with the narrative of that family, but it wasn't your place to judge "What about you, Y/N? Did you try anything?" 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Torvi interrupted you. 

"She didn't, I keep telling her she should, but she won't listen" she raised an eyebrow and you groan, rubbing your face. 

"Come on, we're not leaving until you try something on" Lagertha chuckled. 

Sighing, you rubbed your face and grabbed the clothes, rolling your eyes as you entered the fitting room, making Torvi and Lagertha smirk in victory. 

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"So... We could go out" Torvi looked excited as you stared at your lunch. You had nothing against modern, expensive restaurant but you weren't sure if it was legal that they asked that amount of money for that. 

"We're already out, Torvi" Gunhild chuckled. Out of all of them, she was the one you could relate to the most, she was the most calm, the quiet, but also as fierce as Lagertha if not more. 

"I know" Torvi rolled her eyes "But maybe we should go out to a nightclub, you know, I haven't been out in forever and I want to, this whole 'plan the perfect wedding' thing is stressing me out" 

"You don't need to plan the perfect wedding, every wedding is perfect when you're in love" Lagertha raised her cup of champagne softly, and you chewed at your food slowly. 

"I know, I know, I just... Ubbe is the one, you know?" 

"We know, Torvi" Gunhild smiled widely at her "But you see... My own wedding with Björn was quite rushed, and still... Magical" she blushed softly, looking down. 

You smiled, remembering her wedding. You had attended with Ivar, who wasn't too excited to go to his half-brother's wedding and was nearly obligated by his family. The two of you left very early, but not before having sex on the limousine Björn had rented. 

"I know you will have the same thing with Ubbe, I can see it" Lagertha caressed Torvi's hand over the table.

"Okay stop getting emotional, I know what you're doing" she narrowed her eyes at them "Can we go out, please?" 

They laughed, and even you chuckled softly.

"Y/N, I trust you, don't leave me alone" she pouted at you "Tonight?" 

"I'm afraid I work tonight" you smiled apologetically "But you all can go out! I'm sure you'll have a better time without me" 

"No, we need you" she sighed "Tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, I suppose tomorrow is fine..."

"Perfect!" She giggled. 

"I'm afraid my time on nightclubs is already over, girls" Lagertha laughed "But I wish you have a great time, enjoy your youth" 

"I think I can" Gunhild nodded "But I'll leave early" 

Torvi looked satisfied. 

"Okay, I can call Sigurd's new girlfriend too" 

"Sigurd has a girlfriend?" You raised an eyebrow. You didn't know anything, but as you barely talked to him due to his bad relationship with Ivar, it didn't surprise you. 

"Yeah, I met her when we had dinner with them to tell them about the wedding... She's cute, and nice... It looks like our dear Sigurd finally settled down... Ubbe was relieved to hear about her, he was really worried that the rockstar life was too much for him" 

Even Sigurd, the now semi-famous musician that girls pursued after his gigs, the soft and sweet Sigurd that had had nearly as many girls as Hvitserk, had settled down. He had an stable relationship. You, on the other hand, had a shitty job and spent your nights watching Disney movies. 

You kept eating as Torvi talked about her favorite clubs, trying to decide which one was more suitable for a girls' night. But suddenly, someone entering the restaurant, and your eyes widened. Torvi stopped talking and Lagertha raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look at the door. 

Of all the people you'd think you might run into on a posh restaurant, Aslaug wasn't one of them. She looked as beautiful and flawless as always, with her hair tied on an elegant bun and her subtle makeup that made her pretty eyes stand out. Ivar had his father's eye color, but the shape was much more similar to his mother's. They resembled each other, and it made your stomach turn. 

She looked around the restaurant, and when her eyes found yours, she looked surprised. An strange expression crossed her face, but she flashed you a sweet smile. Aslaug seemed cold and distant to most people, but to you she was always sweet and caring, treating you like the daughter she always wanted but never got. 

Her smile turned a bit stern when she looked at Lagertha and Torvi, ignoring Gunhild. Then she turned to the bar, smiling politely at the waitress. 

Then the eyes turned to you. You cleared your throat nervously and avoided them. It was true that, out of Ivar's family, the only people you had a close relationship with were Hvitserk, Aslaug, Floki and Helga, and sometimes Ubbe, even if that changed when he decided to get closer to his half brother and Lagertha. Now things had changed, and you still felt a bit out of place in this new social circle Alfred had introduced to you, but your link to the "enemy" was much stronger. 

"I... I'm going to say hello" you muttered. 

No one said anything, and you nearly felt sick. When you arrived to the bar, Aslaug was talking to a man next to her. You hadn't even realized he walked in after her, like her favored son, she had the gift of making everyone aware of only her presence by just walking in a room. 

"Hi, Aslaug"

She turned to face you, her face lightened up and her smile widened. This time it reached her eyes. 

"Y/N, my sweet girl, hello" she hugged you tightly, and you sighed, hugging her back. You missed her "I was wondering if you'd say hello... How are you, my dear?" 

"I'm fine" you nodded "How are you?" 

"I'm good, honey, I'm so happy to see you, I was worried when you..." She licked her lips, nervously "I called you a couple of times, but you didn't pick up" 

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that... I kind of neglected my phone for a few weeks" 

"I understand" she nodded. If anyone in the world understood exactly how you felt, it was Aslaug "I truly do, Hvitserk has been talking to me about you, I'm glad you haven't completely cut off communications with my family, we need you" 

"Of course" you giggled "Hvitserk is one of my closest friends, and that won't change" 

I hope, you thought. You kind of felt very replaceable. 

"I'm glad to see you" she repeated, the smile never left her lips "Remember you will always be welcome in our home, Y/N"

"Thank you, Aslaug" you nearly teared up "I think I should go back now..."

"Yeah, go and have fun, dear" she caressed your cheek softly, not even mentioning the people you were with "Goodbye"

"Bye, have a good day" you shot her another wide smile. 

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Thora looked impressed when you arrived to the cafeteria with Torvi, Lagertha and Gunhild. She was polite to them, but it was obvious that she was surprised to see you hanging out with them. 

'Wow' was the only thing she said once they left, making you promise you'd wear the dress you had bought that morning to the club the night after.

"Don't even mention it" you groaned, rubbing your face as the both of you got ready to start your shift. 

"I didn't take you for someone that had brunch with these people" Thora held back a laugh, and you hit her arm playfully. 

"They're really nice" you muttered "They're just trying to make me feel better" 

"Yeah, they seem nice, but... Are you sure you fit in that group, Y/N?" She raised an eyebrow "Don't get offended, but I never pictured you in there"

"No, I don't" you sighed "As I'm seeing Alfred now, I suppose they see me like one of them" 

"You're seeing..."

"Not like that" you glared at her "Shut up, we're just friends" 

This time she didn't hold back the laugh. 

"I went on a date with Hvitserk" she cleared her throat, and you looked up at her again, interested. 

"And?" 

"Nothing, he's just not my type" she shrugged, making you groan.

"He likes you, I know it" you winked at her. 

Thora shook her head. 

"Hvitserk is the kind of man that likes everyone" she laughed "It's okay, he's nice and fun, but not what I'm looking for... I have another date tonight, though, with a guy I met on Tinder" 

"You're on Tinder?" You frowned as you kept drying the coffee cups. 

"Yes, and you should too" she giggled when you widened your eyes at her "Come on, Y/N, you're young, hot and cute, stop thinking about a boy that didn't appreciate you, you deserve to spend your nights having orgasms, not chocolate ice-cream" 

"But I like chocolate ice-cream" you muttered.

"More than orgasms?" She chuckled, and just when you were about to answer, she interrupted you "Don't answer, you're weird" she rolled her eyes. 

Hvitserk surprised you at the end of your shift with a bag full of beers. He had brought his car and offered you a late night with beer, chips and reality shows. As it was probably the best plan you could have, you said yes, and opened one of the beers even before entering the car. You saw Hvitserk glance at Thora as she stayed to close the cafeteria and wait for her date, chatting with a girl she knew from university that visited her at work. 

"You should work a bit for it" you said, raising an eyebrow at him as he drove to your home with a poker face. 

"She's not interested" he shrugged. As Hvitserk wasn't used to having girls reject him, it had hurt his pride.

"But you can make her interested if you do things right" you chuckled "You Lothbrok boys are always waiting for girls battling their eyelashes at you" 

Hvitserk laughed. 

"You're right, what can I say? I'm surprised you didn't battle your eyelashes at me yet" 

"I was busy with your brother, Hvitty" you giggled "Until he got tired of me"

Hvitserk's smile faded slowly, and as soon as he could, he put his hand on your thigh, turning to look at you. 

"How are you, Y/N?" 

"I'm fine, it's okay" you muttered, shrugging "I saw your mother today" 

"Yeah she told me" he nodded, his attention back to the road "She also asked me not to say anything to Ivar" he sighed "It's because she doesn't like Freydis, she came home for dinner the other day and I could swear she would have loved to sink the knife on her neck" he held back a smile. 

God, you loved Aslaug. 

"Why? What happens with Freydis that no one likes her?" You asked, curious.

"You've seen them together, haven't you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, briefly... Alfred and I left immediately, I barely talked to them" 

"Ivar is infatuated with her" he sighed "He's lost his mind, Y/N, he's not even rational now, his whole world is Freydis, it's not love, it's... I'm worried about him" he frowned "He's changing, he can't see anything past her" 

"Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe he needs a bit of big brother guidance"

"I can't talk to him, he's... He doesn't listen. No matter what I tell him, he doesn't trust me"

"Ivar has a hard time trusting people" you said softly "Maybe..."

"Don't defend him" he glared at you "I know what you mean, but he's known her for a few months, Y/N, and he's pushing away every single person that was important to him, he's not even going to physical therapy anymore" 

You frowned a bit. Ivar hated therapy, but he always understood he needed to do it. Suddenly you felt the need of texting him.

"Stop worrying about him, Y/N" Hvitserk narrowed his eyes "It's my job to worry about him because he's my little brother, but you can forget about him now" 

When you arrived home, Hvitserk went directly to the kitchen to heat up the sandwiches you had taken from the cafeteria and put the beers in the fridge as you entered your bedroom, sighing tiredly. 

"I'm going to take a shower" you raised your voice, and after Hvitserk hummed, probably with his mouth full of food, you entered the bathroom, closing the door and taking off your clothes. 

The warm water relaxed your body and you were able to finally stop thinking, leaving your mind completely blank. 

It didn't last, though. 

As soon as you left the shower, you unlocked your phone, looking for Ivar's contact. The last text messages you had exchanged were from the last days of your relationship. Ivar didn't like to text, so he usually only replied with monosyllables and then called you to hear your voice, but in those last weeks he hadn't even replied. In that moment, you had tried to convince yourself that it was normal, that he might hadn't feel like texting you, but then he had broken up with you. Scrolling down the messages, you could tell exactly the day he had realized he wasn't in love with you anymore -if he had ever been in love, which you started to doubt-. You let your throat ache and a couple of tears run down your cheek before wiping them away and writing the message you had in mind. 

Hi Ivar. Are you okay? 

You didn't think he'd reply. But after hearing people saying how weird Ivar was acting (even more than the usual) and how Freydis had changed him, you started to wonder if he was okay. No matter how much he hurt you, he was still someone you cared deeply about. 

A knock on the bathroom door startled you. 

"Y/N? Are you alive?" Hvitserk sounded a bit worried as he knocked on the door. You cleared your throat and dried the few tears on your face. 

"Yes! Sorry! I'll be out in five!"

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The beers didn't last as long as you thought. It was past midnight when Hvitserk convinced you to open the bottle of vodka you had bought months ago and already forgot why. 

It resulted on a blurry night, as the both of you started feeling more and more happy, you watched stupid movies and laughed at them. You forgot about Ivar, the text and the ache in your chest. Hvitserk was the only one that could make you forget everything and laugh so much. 

"Come on, that never happens" Hvitserk groaned, rubbing his eyes with his voice already a bit unsteady. The brothers had a high alcohol tolerance, but Hvitserk was always the one that got drunk first "The girl never runs back to us, we're the ones that have to chase them" 

You giggled drunkenly, hitting his arm. 

"Yeah, we have to make you work for it"

He rolled his eyes, drinking directly from the bottle now. 

"It's always easier to go out to a pub and have sex with another girl" 

You giggled again. For some reason, every single thing he said felt like the funniest thing ever. 

"Yeah, we can do that too" you smirked "For example, as you don't want to work for Thora, she's now out on a date and probably having sex with another guy while you're in my apartment getting drunk and criticizing terrible movies... Who's losing now?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling in victory. Hvitserk frowned and glared at you as you laid back on the couch. 

"Are you saying I should go out and find someone to have sex with?" 

"No" you giggled "I'm saying you should call Thora tomorrow" 

"Anyway" he scoffed again "You should be the one going out to have sex" 

"Me?" You laughed "Why?"

"When was the last time you had an orgasm, Y/N?" 

You closed your eyes and pressed your fingers against your temple. It was hard to think when you had that... Noise in your head. 

"I can't remember" you muttered "Probably before..." You hummed. He knew what you meant. 

"What?" He widened his eyes, and his jaw dropped "It's been months, Y/N, what the hell?" He groaned "You didn't even touch yourself?"

You were so drunk that you didn't even flinch at his question.

"I don't have time for that" you frowned. 

"Well, now I know why you're always pouting and looking like a lost puppy"

You opened your eyes to glare at him, even if you only saw a blurry bulge on the other side of your couch. 

"I don't pout" you scoffed "And I'm just not ready to get to know someone new, Hvitty"

"You don't have to know them, you just need to fuck them" he shrugged "It works, you know, it helps to move on... In fact, this is what you should do; you should go out, pick someone, take them to my flat and fuck them on Ivar's bed" 

You couldn't help the burst of laugher that brought tears to your eyes. Hvitserk looked amused. 

"I'm serious, that should teach that asshole a fucking lesson, he needs it" 

"I miss him" you muttered when the laughter died down "I texted him" 

You couldn't see it, but Hvitserk sighed and rubbed his eyes. He moved then, startling you when he laid down next to you, hugging you softly. It made you smile. 

"You need to stop, Y/N" he whispered then, and the lump in the throat came back "You really need to move on, you're amazing, and there's so many people in the world that deserves you much more than my stupid brother"

"I know" you sighed "But I want him" 

Hvitserk hummed. He knew the feeling. He also knew you'd get over it, with time, but now it was difficult. 

"That's why you need to go out there and enjoy your youth, Y/N" he drank from the bottle again, making you laugh "Get drunk, have sex and stop living like you're fifty and getting over your second divorce"

"Sounds easy when you say it" you giggled turning around to face him. 

"You just need to do it" he muttered. Your eyelids already felt heavy, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ivar. You didn't even know why, Ivar and Hvitserk didn't really look alike, but in that moment you saw him, his deep blue eyes staring at you, his pouty lips, his cute nose... Even that nervous expression he had whenever the two of you were alone. Your heart started beating faster and faster, and you felt his arms around you. You could even smell him. Oh, gods, you missed him so much. You would give anything, your own life, just to be able to kiss him again, even if it was for the last time. 

So you just leant in and kissed him. 

He kissed you back, but that kiss didn't feel like Ivar's... This one was much more rushed, it was good but... It lacked Ivar's passion and intensity. It wasn't the same. 

Anyway, you kept kissing him, as his hands roamed up and down your body. You might knew you were kissing Hvitserk, but decided to ignore it. Maybe he was right and you just needed someone to move on. 

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Ivar just glared at his phone. He had been glaring at it for the past two hours, since Freydis left, saying she was meeting some friends that night. Then he checked his phone and he nearly dropped it when he saw your name on his screen. Why were you texting him now? He thought you hated him. It was easier that way. 

He rubbed his face, groaning and laying back on his bed. His legs hurt so much that day... No matter how many painkillers he had taken, how much he rested. He was feeling like someone just ran over him with a truck. 

Hvitserk didn't come home either. Not that it made a difference. The long nights they spent drinking cheap beer and talking about family and life were long forgotten. They weren't as close now. He was probably fucking someone he just met, or getting drunk. Did he mention he'd go to your house to see you? Maybe. Ivar had stopped listening whenever your name came up, trying to avoid that rage he felt the last time he saw you, getting all cozy and giggly with Alfred. The fucking Alfred. 

You always insisted he was only a friend, but he knew better, if he hadn't left you for Freydis, you'd probably have ended up leaving him for Alfred. He was better for you anyway. 

Hi Ivar. Are you okay? 

Why did you care? Were you thinking about him and suddenly wanted to know if he was okay? Did anyone say anything to you? 

He had to hold back a smile when he saw your profile picture. It was you in Iceland, hugging one of the huskies Floki had on his house in Skógar. Freki, the husky you had fallen in love with, was infatuated with you, too, and Ivar found very amusing how he would follow you anywhere, trying to get your attention. It reminded him of himself, actually, annoyed when you diverted your attention to something that wasn't him. Ivar had a serious talk with the dog, explaining him that he wasn't allowed to get into bed with you, let alone cuddle you in your sleep, the only living being that could do that was Ivar.

He took that picture one morning you decided to take Freki for a walk. The husky had been so excited to see you that he had knocked you down to the floor, making you laugh. The picture had you looking at the camera, hugging Freki as he tried to lick your cheek. 

When he locked his phone again, the warm tingling on his chest disappeared. It made him sigh, closing his eyes. Freydis was perfect, wasn't she? She was beautiful, sweet, she loved him. She made him understand he was special, that he needed no one but her. 

She was perfect. She was the one, and she loved him as much as he did, she always said it. At least a few times a day, she smiled sweetly and said that she loved him, so that meant she loved him, right? You didn't say it that much. But then again, you would have never left him alone knowing he was in pain. 

Shaking his head, he unlocked his phone again and wrote a quick text. 

Yeah, thanks. 

Then he deleted your number. He didn't want to see that photo with Freki, smiling at him, he didn't want to think about you or about what you would have done. You weren't part of his life anymore. 

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Drabble me please. Ivar or Alex taking their little nephew or niece or cousin to see Santa at the store. He flirts with the young woman whose the elf helper or photograher. 🙏

Thank you love!💖 I went with Ivar bc I felt like writing for him, though I know Alex would be much better with kids than Ivar lol, if you want me to write another with Alex, I will!☺️ 

Ivar might be a bit out of character though :(

Ivar didn't really exactly remembered why he agreed to take care of Torvi and Ubbe's kids -well, they were Torvi and Björn's, actually, though Ubbe was by far a better father-. Maybe it was because, even if he was a grumpy and bitter asshole, and would never admit it, he kind of liked kids. Especially his nephew and niece, Hali and Asa, who were the only members of his family that actually treated him like he was normal. 

And also because he liked to piss Lagertha off. 

He wasn't his brother's first option, he knew that. Sigurd was the one Ubbe usually trusted with the kids, but that day he was busy with the rehearsals for his Christmas concert, and Hvitserk had invited a girl over to his apartment. Björn was busy, as always. 

So Ubbe called him. Apparently, Torvi was pregnant again and they wanted to go out and have an evening for themselves, to celebrate. Ivar said no at first. He didn't like babysitting, but Ubbe insisted, and finally he said yes. Maybe because he just wanted Ubbe to shut up and leave him alone. 

And even if he planned on staying at home, the kids insisted on going out. 

"Can we go to see Santa?" Hali had asked excitedly, as Asa looked at him with puppy eyes. 

Ivar had frowned. He didn't like Christmas, he liked Júl. And that fat old guy was to christian for his liking. 

"I think not, he lives in Finland" he shrugged, looking back to the book on his lap that he was trying to read as the kids watched tv. 

"No, he came here, silly" Hali giggled "He's on the shopping center, mom promised we'd go, but..."

"We have the letters ready!" Asa ran to him, with a paper on her hands. Ivar could barely understand what was written "Ubbe helped us to write them, and we have to go and give them to him or he won't know what we want for Christmas!"

She was serious. Ivar nearly smiled at her words and her alarmed tone. Hali nodded, pouting. Ivar sighed and closed the book, rubbing his eyes. He knew he wouldn't have a relaxed night with those little monsters running around his apartment. 

"Okay" he agreed, regretting it immediately. Asa giggled and hugged him as Hali jumped excitedly around the living room. 

After he got dressed, put his braces on, took his crutches and made sure that both of them had their coats, gloves and scarfs on -Torvi would kill him if they got sick-, they left. Fortunately, the shopping center was close to his home. 

As soon as they arrived, they ran to the toy store, that had a big poster at the entrance with a huge Meet Santa! written on it. Ivar called them, rolling his eyes as they completely ignored him. 

Inside the store, there was a small Christmas tree, with some presents around it and a big chair in which a man dressed as Santa sat down, saying hello and taking photos with the kids that looked absolutely delighted. 

"Hurry, uncle Ivar!" said Hali, excited. 

"Yes, but calm down, will you? Where's your sister?" 

Hali pointed to the side of the Santa stall, where Asa stood, talking to a girl dressed on an elf costume. 

"Hali!" She screamed with a big smile on her face "Hali, look! She's Santa's elf!" 

Hali gasped in excitement, and Ivar rolled his eyes again, but walked behind him. 

"Hello, Hali" a gentle voice greeted his nephew "Asa told me you have something to give to Santa" 

As he lifted his head to look at 'Santa's elf', he had to blink twice. 

You were beautiful, even dressed in that ridiculous costume and with that stupid hat on, Ivar could sweat you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn't realize he was staring until you looked at him, smiling shyly. 

"You don't have your letter for Santa ready, Uncle Ivar?" Hali pressed his lips together, visibly disappointed on him. 

"I..." He cleared his throat "I think Santa knows what I want" 

"Don't complain if you don't have a present then!" 

Hali's words made you giggle and Ivar glared at him, blushing softly. 

"Well" you took an urn from the table next to you and put it at the kid's height "You can put your letters here and go say hello to Santa, remember to tell him your names so he can look up if you have been naughty or not!" 

"We have not!" Asa smiled proudly "We behave very well, and we help mom to set the table every night!" 

"Do you?" You smiled widely at her, and Ivar couldn't help but smile too. 

"Yes! Tell her, Uncle Ivar! Tell her we have been good!" Hali looked at him with widened eyes and an excited smile. 

"That would depend on who you ask" he raised an eyebrow at him, making you laugh again. 

"If you have been good, you have nothing to worry about" you caressed Hali's cheek softly "Come on, say hi to Santa!"

The kids ran to Santa, who waited for them with a smile and his characteristic laugh, hugging them. 

"They're adorable" you smiled softly looking at them. 

"Well, if you only spend five minutes with them, yes they are, after the five minutes you kind of want to kill them"

You laughed again, and Ivar blushed. 

"I'm Y/N" you offered your hand, and he took it, leaning into his crutch. 

"Ivar" he smiled at you. And he realized he had never smiled at a stranger before. 

"Nice to meet you" you shot him that beautiful smile again and he cleared his throat. 

"So... Are you Santa's elf during the whole year or...?" 

Dear Odin, Ivar Lothbrok, what kind of question is that?, he thought, and if you hadn't been in front of him, he would have smacked himself on the face. 

You giggled again, biting your lip. 

"Only on Christmas" you replied with a shrug "When I need a bit of extra money"

"Nice" he clenched his jaw. He obviously didn't know how to flirt, and that never bothered him until that moment "You're good with kids" he muttered. 

"Thank you" you looked flattered by the compliment "I love them, they're just so innocent and kind..." You looked over to Hali and Asa, who were explaining to Santa which kind of presents they wanted.

Ivar bit his lip. He could name a few kids that had been everything but innocent and kind towards him during his childhood, but instead of ruining the mood, he just nodded. You hadn't looked to his crutch and his legs and frowned your lips with pity like everyone did, and he preferred not to talk about them. 

"You're good with them too" you added nicely "They adore you, I can see it" 

Ivar smiled a bit, he adored them too, but would never admit that out loud. 

"Thank you" 

"Your girlfriend must be delighted with you, you would be a very good father"

Ivar raised an eyebrow. 

"I don't have a girlfriend" he looked away from you. 

He could swear your eyes lightened up. 

"Oh" you blushed, realizing you had been too direct, and probably scared him. 

"Do you ask every single father or uncle that comes here if they have a girlfriend?" He raised an eyebrow, with an amused smile. 

"No" you bit your lip -Ivar thought you looked adorable, even with that stupid costume- "Only the ones with blue eyes and a beautiful smile"

Now he was the one blushing, but he didn't have time to reply to you as Santa called you so you'd take some photos of Hali and Asa sitting on his knees. 

Quickly, you took the camera that you'd left on the table and moved in front of them, kneeling down to take a few photos. When you were finished, Hali called Ivar. 

"I want one with Uncle Ivar!" 

He glared at his nephew. There was no way he'd stand next to Santa Claus to take a fucking photo. No way. 

Asa cheered and you smiled at him. 

"I think I'm fine, Hali" he sighed. And, though he said no like a thousand times, he ended up sitting on a bench next to Santa and the kids, with his lips curved softly when he saw your wide smile. 

"I was thinking we..." He cleared his throat as you were printing the photos and Hali and Asa said goodbye to Santa "Could go out someday... Maybe" he ran his hand through his hair and bit his lip.

You looked surprised to hear him say that, but immediately smiled and nodded. 

"Yes, I'd love to, I mean... I finish my shift at eight so tomorrow we could..."

"Yeah, we could go... Somewhere" he rubbed his neck, visibly nervous.

"Yeah" you blushed "That would be nice" 

As you put the photos in an envelope, he could see you wrote down your phone number on the back. You gave it to him with a smile and said goodbye to Hali and Asa, giving them some sweets. 

"See you tomorrow then" he said awkwardly 

"Bye Ivar" you said goodbye with that bright smile. 

Hali and Asa looked at him, surprised. It wasn't very normal to see Uncle Ivar being nice to someone, let alone smiling to someone. 

"Uncle Ivar are you alright?" 

"Yes" he chuckled "Come on, let's grab some dinner... McDonald's, maybe?"

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[lisinfleur]

Jag Känner En Bot

The request:

Author’s Notes | I made an OC for this because of the name confusion idea and I used this music – Boten Anna (Basshunter, 2008) - as inspiration! I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the sweet request! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x OC Info | Modern Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 2687 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

His friend was late.

Great.

He was sitting on that table, waiting for around half of an hour more than what they had settled when his phone finally vibrated with something from "G4m1ng" - a follower from his blog that became super active, enough to start exchanging messages with himself and become a friend.

His name was Dylan and they were chatting for a while now. The guy was a top supporter of Ivar's work with the blog, even suggesting he should start streaming his games for more views and maybe a career. And that was the secondary reason for that meeting, to be honest. Ivar wanted to know someone who had been giving him different tips for his favorite games, making his nights incredible fun and also, maybe start something new like a bigger and more audacious project having this supporter by his side.

His intention was to invite the guy to work with him and maybe edit his videos for a new Youtube channel, or maybe something on Twitch. He didn't know what was the best investment or platform and his hope was that talking to Dylan would help him to figure this out.

He had thought about this idea for a while and set up the meeting was something they had talked to each other for almost a whole week. They settled that place because it served the best fries of the city - something them both had in common as well.

Dylan knew about his disease and wasn't a problem. In fact, they sometimes spent days texting to each other because Ivar was having a painful day of bluest eyes and had to be in bed for a longer time.  

The guy was an amazing friend - so Ivar was starting to feel worried something had happened because it never passed through his mind Dylan could, somehow, intentionally miss that meeting.

When the phone vibrated, Ivar unblocked the screen quickly opening the notification to see a strange question from his friend...

"Where are you, bro? Gave up on meeting me?"

Ivar frowned. There wasn't a sister location for that restaurant brand: it was the only one in town so it was impossible Dylan had gone to somewhere else.

His fingers started typing a fast answer, trying to figure out what was going on by softly teasing his friend to come.

"I'm at table 20. Did you found a way to get lost here, dude? C'mon... There is a pretty young lady alone two tables from me on the 18. If you take too long, I might want to sit with her and share our fries."

An emoji of a laughing face, despite the concern. Maybe Dylan was only not recognizing him or finding the table. Ivar lifted his face to look for his friend, but what was his surprise when the girl on table 18 took her wide eyes from the screen and looked straight at him, getting up from her table and coming closer to speak directly at him.

"Ivar? I mean... 'I.Boneless'?" she asked, utterly surprised.

Well, this was something he wasn't expecting.

Ivar was sure that he hadn't published his face online too many times and his avatar was the picture of a Viking prince from a series he liked to watch some years ago so. It was pretty unlikely that girl could be some kind of follower that was recognizing him.

"Yeah, I'm... I use this nick but... how do you know it's me?" he asked and she giggled before really falling on a long laugh, causing Ivar to be even more confused.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe this is happening. Fuck!" she cursed, laughing even more.

Damn... Ivar couldn't see Dylan anywhere. And that situation was starting to be embarrassing. Why the fuck she was laughing that much?

"Pretty young lady?" She said, causing Ivar to freeze. "Bro... The last thing I ever thought about myself was pretty... Now about you? Jez, Ivar, you're hot!" she joked.

Just like...

"Dylan??"

The girl exploded in laughs again.

"Dude, you should see your face!" she smiled. "Yeah, bro. I'm Dylan... Dylan Elyah Summers, and it's very nice to meet you, Ivar," the girl said, extending her hand for him to shake.

"I thought you... I..." he said, speechless, shaking her hand as she giggled again, sitting in front of him at the table.

"I know. You thought I was a guy, right?"

Dylan smiled at Ivar's affirmative nod, giggling as he scratched his nape.

"It happens a lot of times. My parents gave me a unisex name, so lots of times people think I'm a boy," she smiled.

"Yeah, that's pretty confusing," Ivar said, and the smile on Dylan's face diminished a little.

"It's not a problem for you, is it?" she asked.

Ivar could notice a certain bitterness in her voice. As a person with lots of bitter moments in his life, he knew what was that bitter taste on her tone and it wasn't hard for him to figure out her reasons: he could bet a dozen idiots had already rejected her as soon as they discovered she was a gamer girl and not the dude they were expecting to see. Other dozen had probably just started hitting on her like a bunch of horny dogs... He knew his gender: Men could be pretty toxic in his community. Instead, Ivar decided to act differently.

"Of course, it is! How dare you not to tell me you were a girl?" he started, causing her to cringe and sigh, sure she would lose another friend before he smiled at her once again. "I would be waiting for the 30 minutes of lateness, dude. Ya know, makeup, hair stuff..." he joked, receiving a small and friendly punch on his shoulder and noticing she blushed a little.

"Asshole."

They spoke for hours, sharing three whole portions of fries with cheese and bacon before they had structured together the whole plan for the new idea. Dylan was super excited about the project, but Ivar had to admit he couldn't stop thinking about how incredible it was to find such a pretty girl that was so similar to him, liked the same things, was so intelligent and charming as Dylan was...

At the end of that amazing day, Ivar and Dylan shared the Ubber that stopped first in his house, closer to the restaurant.

"I see you at the weekend!" he said, confirming the new meeting they had settled for the next weekend to start the channel's physical preparatives at his house.

"My ass! Go log on the game, bro! I see you online in the next thirty minutes! Bye, Ivar!"

"Bye!" Ivar waved back before she closed the door of the car that left taking her towards her home.

"Dylan's sister?" Hvitserk asked, stopping by his side while biting an apple after almost scaring Ivar's soul outta his body.

"No. That's Dylan. Fuck, Hvitserk! You fucking scared me!" Ivar complained before noticing Hvitserk had literally choked with the piece of that damn apple, hitting his brother's back, causing Hvitserk to spit the piece of apple and start coughing at the same moment. "Eat slow!"

"That's... That's fucking... Dylan??" Hvitserk tried, still recovering from the choking surprise. "What the fuck, Ivar!? You went out with that hottie and is standing here as if it was nothing? Brother! She's gorgeous!"

"Stop it, Hvitserk," Ivar warned while walking inside. "Yeah, she's beautiful, she's a girl, but it doesn't change anything. She's still the same Dylan we use to play together. Don't ruin the experience by starting to hit on her ok? For fuck's sake, keep your dick out of your mind!"

But Hvitserk giggled, looking at him with malice.

"Don't worry, brother. I won't hit on my brother's girlfriend..."

It was Ivar's time to almost choke with his own saliva.

"What?"

Hvitserk giggled again.

"C'mon, Ivar! You speak about this friend all the time, she likes the same things you like, she loves the games you love, you guys talk for hours! I can't believe you discovered Dylan is a girl and didn't ask her to marry you on spot! The two of you are perfect for one another!"

"Nah. No, no. You can stop it right now," Ivar warned. "Don't put your fingers into it!"

Hvitserk's smile became even more malicious.

"You want her, don't you?"

Ivar frowned and before he could answer, Hvitserk smiled bigger.

"I knew it!"

"Stay out of it, Hvitserk!"

This time, it was a harder warning.

"I really like her. She's really special and what we have is really important to me. Don't ruin everything for me or I'll swear I'll never speak to you once again!"

Hvitserk lifted his hands up, trying to tranquilize Ivar.

"Relax, brother... I won't mess up with your girl ok?"

"She's not my girl!" Ivar insisted.

"With Dylan! Dylan! Better now?" Hvitserk answered, still keeping that smile on his face.

Ivar was sure that promise wouldn't be fulfilled. However, he couldn't just get rid of all his brothers so he sighed. At least, Dylan was a nice girl and he was sure she would understand.

And he could always punch Hvitserk's nose if he was going too far so, problem solved, right?

The next few days were kinda strange.

Ivar wasn't being different, nor Dylan. But Hvitserk made the enormous favor to open his big mouth for more than eat the whole kitchen and now everyone knew Dylan was a girl.

Somehow, all the brothers found a way to get closer to her. Even Sigurd, who wasn't making any effort in her direction, ended up speaking to her for a long time about good soundtracks for the new channel, even spending a whole evening in a chat with her, explaining and teaching her about the new synthesizer and what she could make using it.

But the one who was bothering him Ivar the most was Hvitserk himself, all the time trying to be into their chat rooms, always catching Dylan's attention to himself... Ivar remember he told Hvitserk to not to hit on her just because she was a girl, but it was the same to tell a door to not to open! The bastard even invented he wanted to open his own blog just to get her attention on teaching him things so he could have a different style and not be so similar to Ivar's blog!

He really couldn't figure out why was Hvitserk doing this, but surely it was hitting on his balls! And Ivar decided that weekend would be the day for him to put a period on that sentence.

Dylan was his friend for a long time, he liked her, they had everything in common and if someone in that house would be with her, this someone would be him!

When Dylan arrived for their meeting, Hvitserk went all smiles to open the door, receiving her, and even spending a long time of conversation with the girl before Ivar could actually figure out she was already in his home.

"Oh, hi Ivar!" She said, smiling bigger at him than she was smiling at Hvitserk,

But noticing Ivar was kinda serious, Dylan closed her smile.

"We need to talk," he said, getting the girl kinda anxious.

"Is there something wrong, Ivar?" Hvitserk asked.

A malicious smile on his face. Surely the bastard was planning something. Ivar just kept his icy eyes into his brother's greens.

"I'll talk to you later. This is something between me and Dylan."

Hvitserk shrugged as Dylan started following Ivar to his room.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, really anxious now.

"No," Ivar answered, walking through the hall.

"Did something happened?" she asked again.

"No," Ivar answered, monosyllabic one more time, opening the door and entering his room into what Dylan stormed up, annoyed.

"Then tell me what the fuck is going on at once, Ivar!"

"I like you. More than just a friend. And I want you to be my girl."

The sentence sounded like a slap in Dylan's face that became instantly red like a tomato while Ivar was closing his door before looking at her once again.

"W...What did you just say?"

"I said..." he looked straight into her eyes, to warrant she would be able to see his true feelings through them. "I said I like you and I want you to be my girl."

"Ivar..." Dylan hesitated, looking at him. "Are you sure? I mean... You're... I am... I..." she stumbled on the words causing Ivar to smile.

She was sweet when speechless like that.

"You just have to say yes or no, Dylan. It won't change the way I see you. I just want to be real for you. I like you for real, I hardly doubt I'll ever find a girl who sees the world and thinks about it the same way I do... Like you do... You make me happy; you make me forget the disease, the pain; you paint my world in a way I can look at it without seeing it grey. And I want this... I want you by my side."

"Jez..." She spat.

And it was the time for Ivar to think she would break his heart probably saying he wasn't his brother...

He wasn't like Hvitserk, for sure.

But Dylan just smiled.

"You're pretty, sweet, and really know how to speak to a woman. I deserve an achievement for this," she said, lifting her hand to touch Ivar's face with a sweet smile on her lips "Something like 'World's best guy's girlfriend' or something like that..."

Her smile became bigger and Ivar smiled back, coming closer.

"I agree. We should receive some new achievements like 'Ivar's girl' for you, 'Dylan's boy' for me," he said causing her to giggle. "However, I think there is one more thing missing for us to reach these goals."

"Oh, you think? And what it is?" she asked with a smile.

Before Ivar leaned his face, softly mashing his lips against hers; what Dylan received with tenderness, wrapping her arms around Ivar's neck.

They ended up not working at the project, spending the whole time she spent in his house together, exchanging caresses and enjoying each other.

By the night, when she had to go home, Ivar suggested Dylan come back tomorrow for a new visit.

"Then we could try to start working on the channel this time," he joked and she smiled.

"If I can stop trying to find the stars in the sky of your mouth, we can maybe work, for a difference," she answered with a giggle and Ivar smiled, caressing her face before they exchanged a new kiss of goodbye.

"See you tomorrow, Dy."

"Wait, are you two together?" Hvitserk's voice echoed and Ivar turned from the door towards his brother.

"Yes. Dylan is my girlfriend now and I would like you to..." Ivar started, about to tell Hvitserk to stop hitting on his girl when Hvitserk giggled, patting his back and interrupting him.

"Fucking finally! I thought I would have to really try to kiss her to have you motivated, little bro. Congrats!"

Dylan started laughing almost immediately. Ivar, on the other hand, frowned looking at Hvitserk.

"What?" Hvitserk said, smiling. "You are perfect to each other, bro! I just knew you wouldn't go forward so I made you think I was interested just to give you a little push forward. You're welcome!"

"Fuck you, Hvitserk!" Ivar answered punching Hvitserk's shoulder and watching as his brother left, laughing.

"He's smart... I think I owe him some fries for infuriating you," Dylan said and Ivar smiled at her.

"He doesn't worth a dime. Don't get yourself misled, love."

Dylan instantly smiled tenderly.

"Oh... That's so cute."

"What?" Ivar asked, surprised.

"You called me 'love'," She smiled. "I really can get used to this."

Ivar came closer embracing her with his free hand and smiling.

"Well, get used to being spoiled all the time, love. I'll call you like this for a long... Long time...”

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[lisinfleur]

What’s under the bridge...

Author’s Notes | I had this idea at the moment I saw the prompt for “Ghost” in this challenge! So, I thought… Why not? Congratulations on the achievement, @tephi101! You deserve! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, Supernatural AU, Plot Fixing AU, produced as part of the 800 Followers Celebration Challenge proposed by @tephi101 Words | 6182 ⁑ Warnings: Heathenry, mentions to reincarnation, witchery, some cursing.

Not by his actions, nor by anything great but his mistakes. The years had passed through Sigurd's eyes and he saw his name forever stained with his last moments and the stumble that caused his stupid and hateful death.

It would have been better to die by some Saxon sword at the battlefield. Not great, not big, but at least it would have been more honorable than dying by the hands of that stupid asshole of a little brother he had.

Little brother...

Through the days and nights that passed since the men left and Sigurd saw himself stuck to that inappropriate grave, the young deceased prince had time to think and re-think his entire life. How he had waited for Ivar's birth as if it was a gift from the gods finally listening to his prayers for a "Hvitserk" to himself... Someone to who he would be the big brother. Someone that would follow him through the childish games Ivar never played and hold the secrets he never had any will to share with the acid thing that came from his mother's womb after him, to steal his breast milk too soon, expel his young body from the warm embrace of his mother's arms now entirely dedicated to carrying that crying little monster everywhere.

Why?

Why did Ivar have to be so cruel?

They could have been friends even with his disability. Even with the sad fate the gods gave to his little brother; even with the things he lost so prematurely because of Ivar's condition; even then, Sigurd could have been his friend. He could have stayed inside to teach Ivar the oud or help him with his aim. He could have been Ivar's legs when Ubbe wasn't around. They could have been friends...

But something on his brother's mind was always feeling pleasure on seeing his suffering. It wasn't since the beginning and Sigurd could now travel through his own memories and affirm this with vehemence: he didn't hate Ivar since the beginning. He didn't feel pleased by his little brother's suffering since the first day. He could remember himself praying to the gods to ease Ivar's pain while his mother was in the living room, trying to lull his crying little brother with his broken legs...

He could remember trying to approach.

But Ivar was always so angry!

Somehow, the only moments when Ivar wasn't acid or furious towards him were the moments when Sigurd was losing something, being hurt, crying, scared, alone...

Ivar never stopped looking at him with the corner of his eyes while stealing something that could be divided in between them both, but he was keeping all to himself, leaving Sigurd without... Their mother's attention was the principal and favorite thing Ivar liked to rub in his brother's face. How easy it was for him to have everything from Aslaug, while Sigurd always had to beg his mother a drop of attention sometimes utterly denied with all the words he hated to hear...

"You don't need me anymore, Sigurd!" 

"Don't come to bother me, Sigurd"

"I'm occupied, can't you see I'm caring for Ivar?"

Sitting beside what should be the bow of the boat drawing his older brothers made with stones for his funeral, Sigurd sighed.

He could remember the exact moment when it broke once and for all...

"Who cares?"

How could Ivar giggle and make his mother laugh of something as terrible as their young niece's death?

Poor Siggy drowned to death into that river and they were laughing?

"Don't come to bother me, Siggy! I'm caring for Ivar!"

She used to tell that little girl the same words she used to have for him. Siggy was a bother to their mother as much as Sigurd realized he was a bother for her himself. And if she was using the same ways to them both, then, if he died, it would be the same...

Who cares?

Who would care for little Sigurd's death?

The same people who really didn't care about his early end?

It was true: Ubbe and Hvitserk gathered stones to build that boat the time wasn't able to erase completely. Björn made the right sacrifices. Hvitserk's eyes judged Ivar with all the other eyes around and even Ivar cried, sitting on that bench, looking at his dead body laid on the ground...

But after empty promises of revenge, Ubbe left with Hvitserk at his right and Ivar at his left. They conquered York together...

They fought and made war with each other...

They became great!

And none of them has ever returned to that grave, to pay any respect for their fallen brother or remember his name.

With time, even Ubbe's anger faded away with his promises, and Sigurd's death remained unavenged. The doors of Valhalla forever closed for him...

Ubbe died.

Hvitserk died.

Ivar died.

Their sons and grandsons passed away...

And Sigurd's memory was forgotten in time as nothing but the young Ragnarsson killed by his brother in a table. In a stupid arguing.

Sigurd hated Ivar for long centuries. As he saw the villages growing and fading around his grave spot, the time passing, his heart became calmer and his fury cooled down.

And then, he started hating himself.

Why he didn't just leave?

Why he didn't just get up and left that table and Ivar speaking alone as he did so many times before? Why did he have to provoke or hurt one more time?

Was it really worth to win that arguing?

No.

The centuries had passed and he started seeing strange tall buildings on the horizon. And strange people appeared in his grave. They touched things, they moved his stones, they unburied his bones and then returned everything to its place, setting a plaque near his grave that he couldn't read, except for his own name written in the middle of that strange metal plaque, as the single thing in his language around the place he was supposed to own.

More years passed.

More strange people came and then, even the strangers stopped coming so often.

But not his people, nor the Saxon people that came after them, not the strange people that violated his tomb, nor the visitors that came after them with those strange boxes of light...

No one could really see him standing beside them, looking at those strange boxes they were pointing to each other, smiling at.

The boxes changed with time from black and big things to those thin rectangles of light the people would speak into, or point to his tomb, or to themselves with strange signals he couldn't understand.

But the things were always the same: they would come, point their strange boxes, blind him with flashes of light and then, go away, ignoring him completely.

Except for her...

That strange woman that came alone long years after the last visitor came with a box of light to blind him.

For a while, Sigurd thought the times had changed again and the boxes of light weren't a thing anymore, but she had one in her hand and she seemed pretty frustrated with that box, using it to point something else than those blinding lights.

"Fuck... I'm sure this thing is wrong! Now I came all my way to this place to end up in a dead Viking's grave instead of... Oh, shit."

Her voice stopped those unknown words when her eyes looked straight into his. And Sigurd got up, utterly surprised.

She wasn't looking through him.

She was looking at him.

"Can you see me?" he asked in his dragged language and she seemed to become paler.

"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck no. HELL no! NOPE! I'm out! Listen, Mr..." she stopped saying whatever she was saying to look at the plaque before looking at him again "Mr. Sigurd Snake in the Eye or whatever is the correct pronunciation of your name.  I'm not here! I'm not seeing you, you're not seeing me, I'm leaving, just pretend you never saw me ok? Bye, have a nice life... Death... Whatever." she said, turning her back on him and starting to walk away from the grave.

Whatever she was doing there, he scared her.

And if he scared her, then, she was the first person in a thousand years that could see him...

"Wait!! Wait, please!" Sigurd tried calling her back, walking after her, speaking on that language she couldn't understand.

Until the strange invisible barrier that locked him into that place since the day of his death stopped him from keep walking.

For some reason, the woman stopped walking as well. And she looked back, seeing when Sigurd sighed, lowering his head.

She could hear the sound of that barrier. The glassy sound of the barrier resounding his touches as if he was hitting the wall of an aquarium. It was a magical barrier. A conditional one, she knew that kind of spontaneous spell...

If it was glassy, then it could be broken as long as he was able to find out the condition that rose that barrier and locked him there. But if that man was there, slowly walking back to the boat of stones on the ground, then... Then he wasn't able to figure out his condition...

In a thousand years, at least.

And if he wasn't able to understand what he had to do to leave after a thousand years, he would probably be locked there for another thousand more.

She wouldn't last that long...

And he was so impressed she looked at him... Maybe she was the first person who ever saw him in a thousand years. Maybe her spell broke and failed to guide her to where she wanted but brought her there because somehow the gods were trying to save that man...

"Fuck..." she cursed, coming back to where he was sitting now, standing in front of him. "Sigurd, right? Sigurd Snake in the eye... That plaque says you were a prince, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, killed by your brother Ivar the Boneless..."

She was speaking, speaking, speaking...

And all Sigurd could do was looking up at her, frowning at her speech, understanding nothing more than his name, his brother's name, his father's name, all with wrong pronunciations and strange sounds where there should be their titles...

"Is that right?" she questioned, finally noticing the enormous question mark stamped on his frowned face.

She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, you can't understand me. Fucking shit!" she cursed again, messing with the box of light. "Ok, Google... What is the closest language to the Old Norse?"

Ok, Google.

Sigurd had heard that expression sometimes, from other people with boxes of light.

Maybe that was the name of the goddess that was answering her through the enlightened thing that started speaking, answering her question.

"Of the modern languages, Icelandic is the closest to Old Norse seen to grammar and vocabulary," it said, surprising Sigurd one more time.

Then, the girl started messing with the bright thing again and soon, the light on the screen became colored and she started speaking to the thing one more time.

Repeating that whole speech before turning the lightened box towards him.

Sigurd frowned completely.

But his frown became a huge surprised expression when the tiny bright thing started speaking something almost like his language.

"You're Sigurd Snake in the eye... That plaque says you were a prince, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, killed by your brother Ivar the Boneless during an arguing that happened after the attack of the Great Heathen Army against king Aella and king Ecbert in order to avenge your father's murder. Is that right?"

"For Odin's bollocks! This thing speaks my language...." Sigurd said, surprised.

And then, the girl tried to replicate his sentence, listening to the box translating it to something she could understand.

Using the box, they could communicate. Somehow that goddess Google was helping them. He would remember sacrificing a goat or something to thank that bright goddess for this help.

"You're dead. You know this, right?"

Sigurd sighed, nodding.

"I just don't know how to leave this place," he started speaking slowly, almost facilitating for the girl to understand his pronounce so she could repeat his sentences to the goddess at the box more easily. "I'm stuck here since my brothers buried me. My death was never avenged and I didn't die in a real battle so, the Valhalla didn't open its doors to me. However, Lady Hella seems to have rejected my soul as well and I'm trapped here. Not received in the hall of the Gods, not brought back to the wheel to try again a new life. I'm lost here, trapped. Living and reliving my life, not knowing what to do, ignored by everyone until... Until you came."

His eyes focused on her.

"What is your name, beautiful woman?" he asked.

And when the goddess' box translated his question, the girl became shy and blushed, causing Sigurd to smile.

Even after a thousand years, women still blush to his sweet words.

"Y/N," She answered, without using the goddess this time.

"Y/N," he repeated her strange name.

It was beautiful anyway.

"How did you end up coming here? Why there are so many people coming here with these boxes of light?" he asked.

Maybe Y/N was his chance to understand what no one ever told him.

"This is the grave of one of the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok. Besides Björn Ironside, yours is the only known grave of your family. There is no real information about where is Ivar, Hvitserk chose to be burnt, no one knows where Ubbe died, so..."

The voice of the goddess stopped talking and then started again.

"I'm sorry. They were your family and I'm here speaking as if their deaths were nothing. Forgive me, please."

"How long?" Sigurd finally asked. "For how many years am I here?"

Y/N mumbled something to the box and the goddess spoke his language again.

"At least a thousand years..."

More years than he could imagine. Sigurd sighed.

"I'll never get out of this place, will I?"

His feelings on that sentence kinda broke Y/N's heart. There wasn't angry in his voice anymore. Nor fear.

Sadness.

That man was sad he would never see his kind once again. He would never be able to leave the place of his grave through the rest of the time a soul could last...

No.

Y/N was sure there was a purpose for her presence there and she didn't have burned out a super expensive spell to end up leaving that man lost and locked on that grave forever.

No way she would do that!

"I'll help you find your way out," the box repeated in his language and Sigurd saw Y/N was smiling.

"You're very gentle and kind. Whenever I reach the rooms of the gods, I'll speak to them about you. I'll carry your name and what you're doing for me forward, so you shall be well received when the time comes for you as well."

Y/N didn't want to think about her own death. But his way to speak was almost poetic.

And she knew his gods. They were her gods as well. She knew what he was promising was something huge. To carry her fame, to show the gods she was valuable.

"Thank you," she answered, before sitting by his side.

They remained silent for a while. Y/N was thinking, trying to remember all the spells she knew to break walls and to build them, to break and to build curses like that. One of them should figure out what he had to do.

But Sigurd chuckled after some time and it broke her line of thoughts.

"What?" she asked and he looked at her.

The box of light in the middle of them catching her words, translating the languages.

"It's just funny. I mean, for a thousand years there was one dumb sitting here, thinking. Now, it came to my mind that there are two. Not calling you a dumb... It's just funny."

She giggled when the box translated and her late laugh caused Sigurd to laugh as well. Her smile was contagious. She blushed again.

His smile became tender.

"How did you end up here?" he asked, curious.

And then her face became fully red.

"I... well..." She gasped the words and the box wasn't able to properly translate, causing him to frown at her and Y/N to sigh.

What he would do? Mock her?

Sigurd was trapped on that same spot of the world for a thousand years. He had no moral to mock on anyone... For anything.

"I was following a spell I made to find my twin soul," she said, sighing.

And he twisted his face, not really understanding. But she frowned, thinking he was making fun of her need.

"Look, we do what we can, ok? I made a study of all my past lives and I have been ending up all of them alone through the last five times at least! I believe these things and I promised me I wouldn't allow me to end another cycle without finding the person I belong to!"

Sigurd rose his hands looking at her.

"I'm not mocking on you... I just don't understand why a beautiful woman like you would need a spell to find someone to love. You would surely be married if we were near my years of life..."

Y/N blushed a little more, not looking at him.

"I thank you... but this is not true... I mean, I have no real memory of this but according to all the regressions, spells and studies I made, I did end a cycle alone at your years of life. I mean... Forget it. It will sound too silly for you," the box translated but Sigurd stood in front of her.

His arms crossed.

"I used to consult a Seer to see my future. And my mother was accused to bewitch my father, something I reasonably believed. Why would something like past lives and memories of the past sound silly for me? I'm dead, and yet, I'm here, talking to a woman that must be a thousand years younger than me through a box of light that contains a gentle goddess of communication. Nothing is silly at this point, love."

Y/N sighed.

"Look at me... Having to find a spirit of a dead Viking from a thousand years ago to finally get someone who understands me."

The box translated and Sigurd smiled.

"I get you on this as well..." he sighed "I used to feel utterly out of my family. I was a musician in a house of warriors. Not that I didn't like to fight and raid, but it wasn't everything in my life. I liked to compose... I miss my oud more than I could ever miss my ax." he said and Y/N smiled gently.

"I like the sound of the oud. They still play it today, not like your time, but they do," she said, causing Sigurd to smile.

"I wish I could play for you," he said, and she smiled.

"I would like to hear."

They smiled at each other and he raised his hand, trying to touch her cheeks. Nothing but a small breeze touched her face. Yet, she smiled.

"You're too gentle for a Viking prince," she joked.

And he smiled bigger.

"And you look like a princess," Sigurd answered, causing her to blush.

"Once I was one," Y/N said "But all I know is that my name was Blaeja. And I ended my life hiding from the enemies of my father. Just one of the many lives I ended up alone." She mourned, but that name clicked in Sigurd's mind.

"Blaeja... It was the name of a princess I knew!" he remembered, looking at her. "Yes... Blaeja... Quite before I died, my brother Ubbe and I were talking about her father's lands. She was our prisoner and we even spoke about a marriage between me and her. Ivar wanted to kill the girl, but I said I would marry her to stick our claim over the lands of her father and keep the poor thing safe from my little brother's sadistic ideas. But then, I died on that table... I never knew what happened to her."

Y/N looked at him, surprised. Something in his narrative fitted what she thought could be happening and her heart clenched into her chest.

"Sigurd... You're locked here since the day you died, right?" She asked.

And he nodded after the cellphone translated what she said, seeing how she covered her lips with her hand.

"What?" he asked, curious.

And Y/N looked at him, not really believing her heart could be right.

"Blaeja was my first life alone..." She mumbled, looking at him. "And after her, I never found my soul mate once again. I have been wandering from life to life, always searching for him. Always in vain. We never crossed each other's paths again... And my lives have been all ending in sadness and loneliness because I never found him..."

Sigurd's mind started making the same math her mind was doing.

It would make sense... He couldn't be in her lives because he never went back to the wheel. He never went to a new life or to Valhalla to claim her presence by his side. It would make sense his soul mate was lost while he was locked in that place for so long.

"She ended up alone... fleeing from my brothers' men..." he mumbled, looking at Y/N. "But we were supposed to end up together... And then, I would go back into the wheel to find her again... Or I would have gone to Valhalla, to claim my place on my father's table and her place by my side. But I'm stuck here... And you ended up alone..."

This time, Sigurd named her as his soul mate. And her heart ached into her chest.

"I lost you without even finding you first... Is that it?" Sigurd asked.

"And this spell brought me here... Not because my spell is broken," Y/N deduced. "But because it is you..."

They spent a long while looking at each other in disbelief before Sigurd broke the silence.

"It makes all sense now... I ruined my own fate and yours when I fought my brother that way. If I never had won that arguing, I would have so much more to win. A loving wife, children... I would have built the family I searched through my whole life. I would have found the other half of my soul, but I ruined it all because of my enormous ego and pride..."

Y/N and Sigurd were suddenly surprised when the barrier around him cracked with a loud thunderous sound. The glass was now visible to them both, like a dome around his grave, now fully cracked, covered in lines, threatening to break completely.

"What's happening?" he asked, and this time, the box of light answered to his voice, without the need of Y/N to repeat his sentence for it to be translated.

"That's it!" She smiled looking at him "You found the condition! You're somehow reconnected to Midgard!" Y/N celebrated "We're on the right way! Now we just have to find a way to break this down and you shall be free!"

She was so happy!

But somehow, it was Sigurd's heart who ached this time. He would be free... But he was dead. A long time ago! And she spent that whole time living without him. All those lives searching for him... She was releasing him from his torment.

And he would leave her alone... Again.

"I don't wanna break it," he said.

And the box of light repeated on her language, causing her to look at him completely surprised.

"What do you mean? Sigurd, you would be free!"

"And you would be alone, one more time! That's not fair. No. I stay. And you come to see me... And when you die, then, I figure out how to break this thing... I won't do it. I won't leave you again. My selfishness already hurt you enough."

Y/N smiled. Her heart warmed by the sweetness of that man.

"If I could... I would kiss you now," she said, smiling at him a little bigger. "And I would have been happy by your side. You're a good man..."

"If only I wasn't an idiot at my time, then, I would have married you," he mumbled, sadly.

However, Y/N's eyes glowed on his.

"Maybe we can fix it."

Sigurd lifted his eyes looking to hers.

"Maybe I can make a spell to send you back. I mean, I never tried this before, but I have everything that's needed in here... We have... We have this," she showed the stones of his boat. "This is a timeless spot that survived through all these years. It crossed the time and carries enough energy to such a big spell..."

"You would still remain alone, Y/N. I won't..." he started, but she smiled interrupting him.

"I won't exist, Sigurd," she said, causing him to frown even more worried.

"That's even worse!"

"No, that's not," Y/N's smile became bigger. "I exist because my soul was searching for yours in the wheel of life, dying and being born once again, searching for its other half. But if this works and I'm able to send you back, then... Then you shall avoid your mistakes. And as you said, you would have married Blaeja...  I would have found you long ago, Sigurd. There wouldn't be a need for all the other lonely lives I lived after our lost chance."

Sigurd's frown disappeared. And he smiled at that woman his prettiest smile.

"If this goes right... I'll make you the happiest of the wives," he stated and Y/N smile.

"I have no doubt," she said, full of trust. "But now, your highness, forgive me, but I have to mess with your grave," she joked, invading the space of the boat and pulling some stuff from her bag.

Sigurd stood there, watching as she started painting on the stones of his boat some runes he knew from his mother's spells. The more she was painting, the stranger he felt. It was like she was touching him while painting the runes. And at some point, when she approached the last ones, Sigurd started feeling sleepy.

"I'm not feeling well..." he mumbled, feeling weak.

His legs failed and he sat at the bow of the boat, feeling utterly strange. There were thousands of years he didn't taste sleepiness, tiredness of that magnitude. And it was so strange to feel it again!

"Sigurd!" She came kneeling next to him.

There was a single stone not painted and it was the one behind his back. The one on the very top of the bow. It would close the spell, but she wanted to be sure things weren't hurting him.

"I'm fine... I'm just... sleepy. Too sleepy... I don't wanna close my eyes, Y/N... I don't wanna stop seeing you."

She smiled softly.

"You'll find me again. And when you do, I won't remember this meeting, but you will. So, keep with you that you were the sweetest person I ever knew. And if this fixes your timeline, but even then, I still exist, I'll never forget the sweetest prince I ever met," she said.

With the ink, she traced the last rune. And so, sleepiness became too strong, forcing Sigurd to lay down his head near her feet. His eyes were too weight. And he looked at her one more time.

"I'll find you... But if you're still here after this... Then... keep with you I..."

He wouldn't be able to conclude that speech.

His eyes were forcedly closed and the last thing he could do was mumbling words Y/N swore herself she would never forget.

"Thank you..."

His words got lost in the wind and the whole glass around that dome broke at once. Y/N could see the small dots of light from the broken spell raining over them, but when she looked down, Sigurd was gone along with the runes she painted on the stones.

"Wake up."

That voice sounded like his brother's voice... Sigurd took a while to open his eyes. They were heavy and his body was strangely dormant.

"Y/N?" he mumbled before his eyes could focus, but again Ubbe's voice sounded, this time, clearer.

"Who's Y/N, Sigurd? Tsk... Whatever. Wake up, brother. The men are reunited and Björn wants us to feast together so we can decide what to do with the army. That's a good time to talk about the girl."

Sigurd's eyes focused and he finally was able to see around.

Ubbe was walking towards the entrance of the tent and Sigurd's eyes rolled over the whole place: that was his tent at the camp. That was the morning before his death...

Her spell worked.

Now he just had to do things right and everything would be alright...

He closed her eyes and lowered his head in prayer. Thanks to Odin for bringing wisdom to his mind. Thanks to Loki for helping her to trick the time. Thanks to Google, for allowing them to understand each other. Even not knowing if that voice was a goddess at all.

Sigurd got up, looking at his own clothes. The same clothes he wore for a thousand years... The clothes he was wearing when that ax crossed his chest. He sighed.

And his steps followed the whole way to that table where he sat exactly at the place he remembered belonged to him.

On the other side of the table, messing with the pork ribs and eating, his brother...

His little brother.

His murder.

His heart filled with anger for a moment. And his brain thought like the Viking prince he was. He could just get up and sink his ax on Ivar's skull... He would never have the chance to kill him. But that wasn't what Y/N intended with that change... He would be arrested by his brother's murder in cold blood. He wouldn't have a proper reason. She would be alone once again...

He sat, silently listening to the whole scene. Opening his mouth only for the lines he remembered were his words at that time, trying to figure out when the whole thing went wrong.

And it was when the two of them started arguing strongly that Sigurd's eyes were able to see it coming: the dome of the curse started forming around that table, around him once again.

"You make me laugh, just like you do when you crawl around like a baby!" he spoke, drinking from his cup.

And then, the whole dome formed itself around that table, covering even the sky with that glass he was now able to see, starting to solidify its cracks when Ivar's voice sounded louder, angrier.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

"Enough!"

This time he was able to hear Björn's voice sounding almost like one last attempt of the Universe to give him a chance to step back...

To avoid the worst.

"This has nothing to do with you!" Ivar yelled at Björn, and Sigurd knew it was the time.

That would be his last line alive.

The last words he said that caused his brother's anger to explode, that ax to fly towards his chest and that curse to steal a thousand years of his soul mate's existence.

"You're right, Ivar. This has nothing to do with Björn. This is about you and me. You hate me, I hate you. We can't live together or handle each other. Then I'll solve it once and for all..."

The change in his words made the whole barrier of glass crack once again and Sigurd looked at Björn, completely changing the sight of that scene.

"The princess we have as our prisoner. She's Aella's daughter and heir, right? I'll marry her and stick our claim over his lands. And for this, I stay with the ones who, like Ubbe, wants to settle. The others who want to fight can follow Ivar's crazy mind. I don't care. We go through separate ways agreeing to what you said, Björn: Only the death of our father could keep us together. Ragnar is dead and avenged. Now, his sons shall split!"

"This sounds reasonable for me. I'll leave with the ones who want to follow me to The Mediterranean Sea and sunny places, as Ivar said. The ones who want to settle down can follow you and Ubbe towards Aella's lands. You marry the girl to settle the claim and Ubbe stays to help you with the settlement. Ivar, if there is anyone who wants to raid and follow you, then be it. But Hvitserk will go after you since he's a more experienced raider and it's better for us to keep some eyes on our backs in these lands. With this said, the men can split the way they want.  It's done... Now sit and feast. We're here to celebrate, not to fight!"

The icy blues on Ivar's face crossed with Sigurd's eyes one last time. And then, his cripple brother sat, picking the ax only to sink it at the wood of the table, grunting in anger with the end of the arguing.

Sigurd sat once again, and when his cup touched the table, the whole barrier of glass shattered around the scene and only his eyes could see the pouring rain made of the enlighten dots into which the barrier had turned.

Sure that things were different as they planned, Sigurd poured some mead at his cup and picked up some pieces of bread and meat to his plate, getting up from the table carrying them both.

"Where are you going?" Ubbe asked and Sigurd looked back at him.

"I'll marry her, Ubbe. It's better if we have some time to know each other," he answered.

And Ubbe agreed, seeing Ivar was still annoyed and the distance would be better for them both.

Sigurd walked alone towards the tent where the girl was being kept.

Entering the small place, he could see her laid on the ground and for the first time he paid attention to her traces. His heart warmed: It was Y/N. Scared, her face stained by mud, dressed in Christian clothes of his time, but yet, the same face and traces he saw on that woman from the future...

"Blaeja..." he mumbled.

It would be good to have one of those boxes of light now with the good goddess Google to help him with the language lack in between them both.

Blaeja shrunk when he came closer, but Sigurd was gentle, slowly pushing the plate towards her along with the cup, and taking a step back so she could feel safe.

"Thank you," she mumbled and Sigurd smiled: she knew his language.

"This is a surprise... How do you know how to speak to me?"

"My sister Judith learned from a priest named Athelstan... She taught me, for a joke," Blaeja answered, still shrunk like a scared animal.

"It makes things easier." Sigurd smiled, kneeling by her side. "You know who you are and how things happen in our world. Whether my brothers would kill, or enslave you. But I won't let any of these happen. I'll keep you safe. I'll marry you, for your father's lands. But don't worry... I swear on my arm ring you'll be safe by my side."

"You're too gentle for a Viking prince," she mumbled.

And Sigurd couldn't avoid smiling bigger.

"You'll get used to this, princess..." 

All the runes disappeared and then, the stones started to fade as well.

The figure of the boat faded away almost completely from the ground and Y/N got up, stepping back, watching impressed as the drawing disappeared to give place to a circle of stones perfectly placed just like the boat was before.

Surprised, she ran towards the plaque watching as the letters melted slowly until something new was formed on the metal.

Where before she could read the story of Sigurd's murder, now, something different was written.

"Circle of Stones built by Vikings," she started reading with tears in her eyes. "The dates settle the building of this formation at the time of the Great Heathen Army invasion..."

Word by word, Y/N's smile became bigger and she couldn't notice as the dots of light from the barrier started disappearing...

Along with her own figure, slowly fading in the air like a ghost.

"It is said it was built for the marriage of Sigurd Snake in the Eye and Princess Blaeja, daughter of King Aella, settling the Viking Prince as the king of the lands that were after equally divided between his sons."

The sensation of accomplishment filled Y/N entirely.

"You did it, my soul... You did it," she mumbled. "We can be together now."

And with a smile, her figure disappeared completely leaving nothing but sparkles of light in the air.  

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I’m here (Modern!Hvitserk/Reader)

A/N: Hello! I’m so sorry I haven’t been too active in here these past days, I've been studying and all of that😞 I still have to read some fics and look at some posts you tagged me in!💕 This is a request from the lovely @justrepostandlove thank you so much, love, I enjoyed a lot writing for modern! Hvitty and I hope you like it!♥️ 

Warnings: mentions of sex, soft Hvitty, mentions of violence and robbery!

Words: 3349

gif belongs to @whenimaunicorn

Fridays were the worst. It seemed like everyone had the same idea and wanted to spend their night in the bar, drinking a number of beers that they would probably regret tomorrow. 

You were so busy serving beers that you didn't even realize they entered the bar.

They went every single Friday night, and they always were the last ones leaving the bar. And even if you weren't paying attention, you immediately smiled when you caught a glimpse of Hvitserk's face. 

Hvitserk had four brothers, two older and two younger, and they went out together every Friday, always stopping by the bar you worked in. 

You would never tell anyone, but they were your favorite clients. 

"Hello there" you heard a familiar voice that made your heart skip a beat and turned around to look at him as you poured another beer.

"Hello, Hvitserk" you smiled widely at him, giving the beer to another client "What can I get you?"

"Five beers, please" his charming smile made you blush "How are you doing today?"

You shrugged as you started preparing his order.

"Busy, but fine... How about you? You're here earlier than usual"

"I wanted to... We wanted to come here to see if... Well, if there was too many people, to get a table and all of that..." he cleared his throat, blushing softly "I didn't see you last week"

"No, sorry" you pouted "My parents came to visit me and I took the day off to spend more time with them" 

"Oh, that's nice" his eyes lightened up "I thought maybe you were on a date or something"

"What? No" you chuckled, putting the fifth beer in front of him. 

Ubbe, Hvitserk's older brother, appeared next to him, with a big smile and patting his brother's shoulder. 

"Thank you, Y/N" he smiled at you, winking and taking three of the beers all by himself "Come on, Hvitty, stop flirting and come, we found a table" 

Hvitserk blushed again and you giggled as he took the two beers left.

"See you, Y/N" he smiled one last time before disappearing into the crowd.

"Oh, I thought we already lost you, Hvitty" Björn teased when he got to the table, sitting down next to Ubbe while looking at the bar, watching you as you smiled and greeted another client. 

"Shut up" Hvitserk frowned, glaring at his brother "I just asked her how was everything going"

"And why don't you stop being a fucking coward and ask her out?" Ivar rolled his eyes, annoyed "How many months have we been coming here so you could see her?"

"Six" Ubbe answered "And every single Friday he says he will ask her"

"Come on, shut up now" Hvitserk scoffed "I just... She's... I don't know" 

"I never knew I would see the day Hvitserk would be shy in front of a girl"

"What if she has a boyfriend?"

"She doesn't" Ubbe rolled his eyes "But if you keep being a coward she might get one"

"Y/N is beautiful, smart, nice, funny... Now that I'm thinking about it, she's too much for you" Ivar shrugged, taking a sip of his beer and smiling wickedly when Hvitserk frowned.

"What Ivar is trying to say" Björn glared at Ivar before looking at Hvitserk "Is that Y/N is an amazing girl and you have to make a move, she might say no, but I don't think so"

"And if she says no" Ubbe shrugged "It's fine, you have nothing to lose"

Hvitserk rubbed his eyes. He had never been nervous around a girl. Usually, they were the ones going to him and asking him out... If they could, why couldn't he? 

Every single Friday he promised himself he would ask you out. Maybe to grab a coffee, maybe to have dinner, go to the cinema... Those were the typical dates, right? 

But what if you laughed at him and said no? He would die. Besides, he didn't want you to think he wanted a one night stand... 

"I haven't been with a girl for months" he confessed, waiting for his brothers' laugh. 

Instead of that, he received intense stares, with widened eyes. Even Ivar seemed to be surprised.

"Hvitserk, are you okay?" Sigurd frowned, worried about his brother... What had happened?

"Yes" he rolled his eyes "I'm perfectly fine, it's just that... I don't know, I just can't be with someone else, even if it's just sex, I keep thinking about her" he growled, covering his face with his hands "I went to the club a few times and I told every single girl that approached that I had a girlfriend... What is wrong with me, guys?" 

Ubbe smiled widely, hugging his brother tightly with one of his arms, proud. 

"I knew this would happen, I knew it!" he laughed "The first time we entered this place and he stood there, staring at Y/N for like ten minutes... Yes, finally" 

Maybe Ubbe was a bit tired of having his brother constantly fucking random girls, receiving calls from more than one of those girls saying they might be pregnant, or going to the doctor twice a month to make sure Hvitserk hasn't got a sexually transmitted disease.

"Congrats brother, you met the girl"

"It's called love" Sigurd smiled, making Ivar roll his eyes. 

"Fuck off, you all know he will fuck her and he'll get tired, as always" he scoffed "By the way, stop giving my number to your girls, Hvitserk, I'm tired of them calling and crying because you won't call them back"

"I won't" Hvitserk replied "Y/N is different, she's special, I won't just fuck her, you know"

"Let's hope she's smart enough to avoid you"

Finally, it was over. 

You sighed tiredly as you finished cleaning the glasses, yawning softly. It was almost half past three in the morning, and all the costumers already left... Well, almost all of them... The five brothers were still on their table, laughing and talking. You tried not to look on their direction much, as every time you did, you would see Hvitserk's eyes on you, which made you blush and look away instantly. 

You always liked Hvitserk, since the first time you saw him, with his charming smile and flirting with a girl next to the bar. As you shyly asked them if they wanted anything else, the girl just dismissed you, but he looked at you, eyes widening and smile fading. 

Since then, he came back with his brothers every weekend, though you didn't pay much attention to him, as you figured he was a player and you certainly didn't need more of those in your life. But then one day he defended you when one of the costumers was being rude. You were used to deal with drunk men with grabby hands that got mad when you politely declined their offers to have "the best night of your life with them", but that day it was being more difficult. The sweet and charming Hvitserk became an intimidating, serious man that managed to get rid of him quicker than you ever had. 

"I know you don't need me to defend yourself, I've seen you doing it, but... He was getting on my nerves too, sorry" he had excused himself, smiling softly. 

You thanked him, and since then, you couldn't get him out of your mind.

But you figured he wasn't interested. You had heard rumors about him... And the never-ending list of girls he had been with. Though every single smile and wink seemed sincere, you didn't want to be one of those girls. And, obviously, he wasn't interested. 

It would have been easier to fall in love with Ubbe or with Sigurd, whose reputations were way better, but you couldn't help it. Hvitserk was so care-free, funny, handsome... You loved the way his beautiful eyes lightened up every time he laughed, and how he ran his hands through his honey colored hair. 

Honestly, you understood every single girl on his "list".

"Hey, Y/N, sorry we got carried away" his voice startled you, interrupting your thoughts and making you blush "It's late... Do you want me to help you with anything?" He bit his lip, feeling guilty for staying so late.

"Oh, no" you recomposed yourself pretty quickly, smiling at him and shaking your head "It's totally fine, I got it" 

"You sure?" He frowned.

"Yeah, yeah, of course" 

You quickly cleaned up the glasses left, your hands almost shaking. His brothers were outside, smoking and waiting for him, but he stayed there until you were finished, which you appreciated. It was nice to have some company as you turned off the lights and walked out, him following you. 

You grabbed your coat and your purse and left the bar. Hvitserk helped to close the door as he cleared his throat. 

"I... wanted to ask you something" he touched his hair again, and you tried not to smile.

"Go on, then" you smiled, trying to encourage him. 

"I... Well, there's... There's this girl I really like" he pouted, and you tried to hide the fact that those words broke your heart with a small nod, though your smile faded a bit "And I've been wanting to ask her out for months but I don't know how should I do it..." He looked at you, was he nervous? He was so cute you would have giggled if he wasn't telling you he like someone else. 

"Oh, well..." You cleared your throat "I'm not the best person to ask about this because I'm not really good with these things but... I think you should just tell her..." You cleared your throat. 

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, just go and tell her: hey, would you like to go to the cinema or have dinner, or something"

"Okay" he sighed "I'll do that"

"Okay" you looked away, awkwardly "I... Should go home... Thanks for helping me" you managed to smile at him softly.

"Yeah, sure, no problem, bye" he muttered, frowning as you turned around and started walking "Shit" he rubbed his eyes, watching you walking away from him. 

After a minute biting his lip and looking at you intensely, he started running to you, knowing he was going to regret that, but he honestly didn't care. 

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N!" He panted when you stopped and turned around to look at him, your beautiful big eyes blinking in confusion.

"Yes?" 

"I... Would you... Would you like to go to the cinema or to have dinner tomorrow?" He cleared his throat, his heart beating faster and faster "With me, I mean" he chuckled nervously.

You widened your eyes, looking at him speechless. 

"Are you... Are you asking me on a date?" 

"I think so?" He frowned, biting his lip. Idiot, idiot, idiot, can't you see she's not into you? She's obviously too much for you, Ivar was right, she deserves better...

You sighed. You shouldn't, you stupid girl... You know about his reputation! 

But he looked sincere and nervous. He deserves a chance, doesn't he?

"Dinner sounds amazing" you finally answered, smiling widely. Hvitserk breathed deeply in relief. 

"That's good, I..." He took his phone out, quickly unlocking it and giving it to you "Give me your number and I will call you, if you want..."

You nodded, taking his phone and quickly typing your number before giving it back at him.

"So... See you tomorrow?" you asked, your heart beating fast and your cheeks reddening.

"Yes" he smiled brightly at you "Do you want me to take you home?"

"Oh, no, it's fine" you shrugged "I don't live far and I can take care of myself, don't worry"

"Okay, see you then..."

"Bye" you shyly waved at him before turning around and start walking again. 

He was still grinning like an idiot, looking at your number on his phone when he reached his brothers.

"Oh, look at this!” Björn, obviously a bit drunk, hugged at him and laughed "Little Hvitty in love"

"Ivar" Ubbe smirked, as his younger brother rolled his eyes and took out some money, which Ubbe took quickly "Told you"

"Did you guys make a bet?" Hvitserk frowned.

"Yes, little brother, and I'm so proud of you..."

"She disappointed me, I thought she was smarter" Ivar scoffed while lighting a new cigarette.

You were cleaning up some tables, waiting until the few last clients left the bar. As it was Monday, you were closing the bar at midnight, and your coworker left earlier as she had her family at home. 

Just when you were going to get back to the bar and dry some glasses, someone hugged you from behind, kissing your neck softly.

"Hvitserk" you smiled, trying to get free from his grip. You could feel him smiling against your skin "Come on, I'm working"

"I know" he muttered "But I miss you, it's not twelve already?"

"No, there's half an hour left" you giggled "And you literally saw me one hour ago"

Since that first date, you started going out with Hvitserk at least three times a week. He kissed you on your second date, but he wanted to take his time with you, so both of you didn't have sex until you were seeing each other for nearly two months. 

Hvitserk was even better than you thought. On your first date, he brought you to a lovely Italian restaurant, as he remembered you mentioned pasta was your absolute favorite. He was a true gentleman with you, really different from what you had heard. 

"Fine" he sighed, getting away from you. He knew you weren't comfortable with PDA while working and he respected that "I'll wait outside, okay princess? And then we can go to your apartment and watch some movies... I bought popcorn" he smiled excitedly. 

"Sounds perfect" you smiled at him "See you later, love"

He winked at you before turning around and walking to the door. You bit your lip looking at him before going back to work.  

The last clients left, smiling at you as you wished them a good night. Since Hvitserk came to pick you up after work, you were so excited and happy that were extra nice with the costumers, even the drunk ones.

You turned off part of the lights to make sure no one would enter, and started cleaning up the bar quickly, wanting nothing more than leave with Hvitserk and cuddle up with him on your couch.

But just when you were almost finished, you heard someone entering the bar. You frowned and turned around.

"Sorry but we're closing n..." You couldn't finish your sentence as someone shoved a knife to your throat. 

"Shut up, and open the cash register now!" You gasped when you saw two big guys, both with knifes on his hands and a large bag.

"What...?" You tried to speak, but one of them slapped at you, making you whimper.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled "Now give us all the money you have or I will cut your throat, do you understand, bitch?" 

You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge of defending yourself. They were armed and the only thing you had that looked more like a weapon was the empty bottle of whisky you just throw to the trash. 

You though about screaming and call for Hvitserk, but he wouldn't hear you, and besides you didn't want to put him in danger, with those guys...

Your hands were shaking as you entered the code to open the cash register. One of the guys was still pressing his knife against your throat and the other one was looking outside the window.

"Don't you try any tricks or try and call the police" the guy growled next to you "And hurry up!" 

You said nothing, tears rolling down your cheeks and finally taking out the money.  

"Quickly!" the other guy started putting the money on the bag.

"Is that all?" He asked, pressing the knife even harder against your neck, you put your hands over his.

"Yes, yes" you sobbed, feeling some drops of blood roll down your neck "That is all"

"It's not much"

"Today is Monday, there hasn't been that many people" you explained, your voice shaking with fear. 

"I don't believe her" the other guy started looking around, suspicious. 

Hvitserk looked at his watch again, frowning in confusion. It was almost twenty past twelve, and you usually were out at five past twelve, as it didn't take too much time to close the pub. He sighed, unlocking his phone. You hadn't texted him, as you usually did if you finished a bit later than usual, and your last connection was more than an hour ago... 

He looked out of his car's window, he had a bad feeling and he decided he would get out and enter the pub, only to make sure you were okay.

But as he entered the pub he froze, seeing two guys threatening you. He immediately reacted, closing the door and walking to them.

"Hey, you, drop that and get away from her" he ordered, clenching his jaw.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guy screamed, and you widened you eyes looking at him. 

"I said leave her alone" 

"Get closer and I will fucking kill her" he threatened, nervous by the sudden apparition of Hvitserk.

He immediately stopped. He was angry and wanted nothing more than kill that son of a bitch, but he wasn't going to risk your life.

The other guy, who was still counting the money, took his knife and walked to him. You wanted to scream, not wanting Hvitserk to get harmed. 

But he didn't look scared. He fought off the big guy, who was almost as tall as him, easier than you would have imagined. 

Hvitserk managed to break his arm to make him drop the knife and then grabbed his hair, pushing his head against one of the tables violently, which made him fall to the floor unconscious. 

The guy holding you gasped, looking around nervously. He wasn't counting on someone being there other than you, and now he was scared, which made him even more dangerous. 

Hvitserk took the other guy's knife, pointing to the one holding you with it, eyes narrowed and lips pressed together. 

"I'm telling you one last time, drop that knife and get away from her"

You took advantage of the confusion of the guy and kicked his knee, making him howl in pain as he freed you from his grip. Hvitserk quickly got to him, kicking the knife out of his hand and grabbing his neck. 

You took the empty bottle out of the trash. Hitting the guy on the head. 

Hvitserk quickly let the guy fall, kneeling to your side and hugging you tightly. 

"Are you okay? Did they harm you? Oh my god, you're bleeding" he fussed over you, drying your tears with his hands.

"I'm okay" you muttered, still shaking in fear. Hvitserk hugged you again. You had some blood on your neck and some cuts on your hands, as the bottle broke when you hit the guy with it. 

Hvitserk quickly called the police, and immediately kissed your head when he hung up. 

"It's okay, love, I'm here" he whispered "It's over now, I won't let them hurt you, okay?" 

You nodded, hugging him tighter. 

"Come on, let's go outside" he muttered "The police will be here soon, do you want some water or something?"

You shook your head as he helped you to get up, guiding you to the door. Outside, you started crying again... You could have died.

Hvitserk frowned, not really knowing what to do or say to make you feel better, so he just hug you tightly, caressing your hair. 

"Thank you" you sobbed against his chest. 

"It's okay, it's over now... Please princess, stop crying" he kissed your cheek softly "I will always protect you, love, even when you don't need me to" he cupped your cheek softly, kissing your lips "I love you, Y/N"

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Crush II (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I’m so nervous. It’s 3 am and I just finished this. The thing is; I'm so scared you won’t like it or it will disappoint you that I even thought about not posting it😂 I live for the drama. But seriously, I hope you didn’t have high expectations for this because I was so worried that I think I fucked everything up. Anyway, I decided to make this a series, so let’s hope I can write something better for part 3. I hope you like it, don’t be too harsh on me please, I’m really stressed😅 and thanks for reading♥️

Warnings: a bit of smut, Ivar is a bit angry, he’s cute anyway, Ubbe and Hvitty being adorable big brothers, drama, an attempt of angst and fluff and the fact that im not good at this.

Words: 3620

Read part one here

"So, Y/N, dear, Ivar told me you like books" Aslaug smiled to you nicely, happy to have a woman in the house.

"Yeah, I enjoy reading" you nodded, smiling politely and trying not to smile at Ivar, knowing he had told his mother about you "Although I don't have as many books as him and I'm not that smart" you shrugged. 

Ivar rolled his eyes and Aslaug smiled again, proud of her son. 

"I'm sure you are, Ivar wouldn't help you if he didn't think you're smart"

"Well, let's just say Old Norse isn't her fort"

You glared at him playfully and he smiled. Aslaug looked at her son with wide eyes. She hadn't heard him joking with someone who wasn't Ubbe, Hvitserk, Floki or herself in years.

"If I fail the exam next week I'm blaming you" you shrugged.

"So, is Ivar as annoying in class as he's at home?" asked Ubbe, not wanting to waste the opportunity of pick on his little brother.

Ivar frowned, glaring at Ubbe and then glaring at you when you chuckled. 

"He's actually pretty quiet, I'm the one who doesn't stop talking"

"Yeah, she's annoying" Ivar rolled his eyes, Aslaug gasped and hit him on his arm.

"Ivar! Don't say that!"

"What? She's always talking, sometimes I have to tell her to shut up"

You bit you lip, smiling. It was really nice to see this different side of Ivar, more playful and relaxed. You enjoyed his relationship with his mother, too, how he looked at her like she was the most wonderful person in the world, and how she smiled at him, proud and loving. 

Aslaug and Ubbe spent the rest of the dinner asking you about school and family. It was obvious that they wanted to know more about you, noticing that Ivar actually liked you. 

After eating the brownies for dessert and a short fight between Ivar and Hvitserk in danish because the last one ate almost all the brownies and didn't let you more than two, you went back to Ivar's room, to keep studying.

Needless to say that you didn't study anything. 

You had blushed when you saw his bed unmade and remembered what had happened in there only an hour ago. Anyway, your shyness faded when Ivar kissed you, after laughing at you because you weren't capable of pronouncing ófri∂r. 

His lips were addicting, and he managed to make you melt just by kissing you softly and caressing your cheek. 

Who would have said that the rude and always-angry Ivar could be so sweet? 

You made him lay down on the bed, trying to get on top of him to prevent him from breaking the kiss and try to make you study, but just when you tried to intertwine your legs with his, he winced and you quickly got away from him, scared of hurting him.

"Sorry, sorry" you bit your lip. You had completely forgotten about his legs "Oh my god, did I hurt you?"

"No, it's fine" he closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as one of his hands gripped his leg "They just hurt, I've been all day walking with the crutches"

You frowned, not really understanding. 

"But you always go with the crutches, right? I've even seen you with only one in school"

"Yeah, well, I always go to school with the crutches, but usually at home I use the wheelchair"

"You have a wheelchair?" You were confused, if he had a wheelchair, which was obviously more comfortable than the crutches, why did he take them? "And why didn't you use it?"

He sighed, not wanting to tell you that he wouldn't use the wheelchair because he didn't want you to see him... Weak? He couldn't stand the way people looked at him when he was on the wheelchair; with pity, condescendence... They were even nicer to him. It was unnerving, and he didn't want to see that look in your face.

"I don't like to use it when someone is at home" he shrugged, avoiding your gaze "But it's okay, I'll just take some painkillers and I'll be okay in one hour"

You pouted, instinctively putting a hand over his on his leg and caressing it softly.

"I'm sorry you're in pain" you sighed "Do you want me to get you that medicine?" 

He looked at you surprised. Everyone who wasn't part of his family or Floki or Helga usually avoided the topic, they even got away from him whenever he mentioned something related to his legs, as if it was contagious. 

"No, I'm fine, I'll take it later" he smiled softly, feeling a strange warmth in his chest "But thank you"

"Don't thank me, it's my way of apologizing for hurting you"

"Stop apologizing, you didn't hurt me"

"Yeah, I did, I should be more careful..."

"I am not made of glass, Y/N" his voice sounded much more sharp than he intended to. He couldn't help it, the pain made him angry.

You bit your lip, taken aback at his tone. You were used to his outbursts, but after kissing you in that way and being so sweet you didn't expect it.

"Sorry" you muttered looking away. 

Ivar sighed, rubbing his eyes, angry at himself for snapping at you and angry at you for caring for him. 

"It's late" he cleared his throat "You should go home"

It wasn't that late, even less considering that it was Saturday night and neither of you had to get up early the next day, but he was exhausted, emotionally and physically. He would have loved to spend the night with you, cuddling in his bed, maybe even have sex again, but honestly, you deserved someone who wouldn't wince in pain every time you touched his legs. 

Like your ex boyfriend. 

"Do you want me to go?" You tilted your head to one side, suddenly feeling shy, nervous of having bothered him. 

"Yeah, please, I'm tired" he whispered, leaning his head onto his pillow and closing his eyes.

"Okay" you tried to smile, but it didn't reach your eyes. 

"Ubbe can drive you home"

"I can take the bus" you shrugged, getting up and fixing your clothes, putting your hair over your neck to hide the marks Ivar had left.

"No, it's late, Ubbe will take you" he frowned, getting up and taking the crutches to open his door.

Aslaug and Ubbe were watching TV, sitting on the couch, while Hvitserk was on the kitchen, eating the rest of the brownies and looking through his phone. Sigurd was nowhere to be seen, but you supposed he was in his room, as you heard some music coming from the second floor.

"Ubbe can you take Y/N home?" Ivar looked at his brother, asking him silently not to ask anything.

He looked at you, a bit confused, but smiled and nodded, getting up to take the car keys and his jacket. Aslaug, like her son, understood that something had happened, but she wouldn't ask in front of you as she didn't want to upset Ivar. 

"Thank you so much for the dinner, mrs. Lothbrok" you smiled at Aslaug with the most polite tone you knew "It was amazing"

"You're welcome, my dear, please feel free of coming whenever you want to" she smiled back at you "And call me Aslaug"

"Okay, Y/N, whenever you're ready" Ubbe walked over to the front door.

"Bye Ivar" you smiled at him, a bit sad "Thanks for... Everything"

He tried to smile, but he could only press his lips together as he watched you going to the door, putting your shoes on and going out, with Ubbe frowning at him before following you. 

He stared at the door for almost a minute after you had already gone, feeling the stupidest person in the world for letting you go thinking he was mad at you. 

But before Aslaug could ask him what was wrong, he turned around to go back to his room. 

How could such a beautiful day end up like that?

When he entered his room, he almost screamed in frustration, seeing Hvitserk sitting on his bed, with his drawer opened and looking around. 

"I left three condoms" Hvitserk frowned "And there's only two" he smiled widely, looking at a really angry Ivar who wasn't in the mood to fight his brother "What? Did you have fun?"

"Shut up, Hvitserk, please" he sighed, laying down on the bed and throwing the crutch away. 

"I can't believe you lost your virginity with a girl like that and then you throw her out of your home" his brother shrugged "I wouldn't have let her out of my bed for days"

"I'm tired, Hvitserk, please..." 

"Yeah, you did a lot of exercise today, didn't you?"

Ivar growled, his brother's laugh angering him even more.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" He yelled, trying to stop himself from throwing something on his way. 

Hvitserk laughed, amused by his reddened cheeks and his anger. 

"Come on, Ivar, what happened?" He smiled softly at him "You can tell me"

"Nothing, it's just..." he sighed "I'm stupid"

"Well, tell me something I don't know" Hvitserk raised an eyebrow "Did the two of you fight or...?"

"No, I just... She was overreacting about my legs"

"Overreacting?"

"Yeah, she just touched my leg accidentally and I was in pain, and she started apologizing and all of that, you know"

Hvitserk sighed rubbing his eyes.

"Ivar... It is really a bad thing that she worries about you? Especially after having sex with her" he chuckled "It's normal, she thought she had hurt you and apologized, you should have explained to her what happens when you're in pain"

"I'm just tired, I want to sleep" he ignored his brother, knowing he was right. The truth was: he wasn't mad at you, he was angry at himself, for being stupid and letting himself snap at you in that way. 

"Okay, rest a bit" Hvitserk walked to the door "But you should talk to mom, she'll be worried, and take your medicines"

"I told Ivar I could take the bus" you said shyly when Ubbe entered the car.

"It's okay, Y/N, it's late and you shouldn't walk all alone" he smiled at you. You found Ubbe to be the warmest of the brothers, he had been really nice to you and you found very cute the way he cared for Ivar.

"Thank you" you smiled, a bit more relaxed. 

"What happened?" He asked "Did Ivar say anything to you that..."

"No, no, it was my fault actually" you blushed, intimidated by him "His legs hurt and I somehow managed to anger him" 

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, Ivar is like that when he's in pain, he's angry at everyone, don't take it personal"

"I... Well, I understand him, it must be frustrating"

Ubbe smiled widely.

"You like him, right?"

You blushed, clearing your throat and looking out of the window.

"I'm asking you because he really likes you" he shrugged "I'd like to know if you like him back, I wouldn't want to see him with a broken heart, you know" he added, looking at the road "But you don't have to answer, it's only curiosity"

"I like him" you answered, biting your lip and shifting in your seat, clearing your throat "But I wouldn't be that sure about his feelings for me"

"Why not?" He frowned "Ivar wouldn't invite you home if he didn't like you, and he certainly wouldn't help you study... And I've seen the way he looks at you... You even had sex, and he hasn't had sex in his life"

Your eyes widened at the mention of the sex. Gods, it was embarrassing. 

"I... Wouldn't let someone talk to me in that way if I didn't like him and care about him enough" you said, ignoring the sex part "But he's different when he's out of school... More relaxed"

"School is hard for him" Ubbe sighed "Since he was little, people can be really cruel"

"I know" you pressed your lips together, remembering all those times you had to defend him when your ex boyfriend and his friends started messing with him.

"He's different since you came, though" he smiled again "Happier, he talks about you sometimes, especially to our mother... But don't expect him to tell you anything about his feelings"

"Really?" You smiled, excited, though your smile faded when you remembered he was angry at you "Well I don't think he wants to see me again so..." you shrugged.

 "Trust me, Y/N" Ubbe looked at you, smiling softly "He wants to"

Ivar couldn't sleep, he just took his medicines and talked to his mother, but that only made him more angry. He wanted to text you, but didn't want to risk you ignoring him or telling him you didn't want to see him again. 

Ubbe just arrived home, he could hear him talking to Hvitserk on the kitchen, and knew he was being informed of his situation when he couldn't hear his mother or brother talking.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on his door. Making him sigh and open his eyes before turning around to see who was the one who came to give him the talk. 

"Hey" Ubbe smiled at him "How are you?"

"Fine" he looked at the ceiling.

"Y/N is at home, safe and sound"

"Okay"

He heard his brother sighing and felt his worried glare on him, no matter how hard he tried to ignore him.

"Ivar, what happened? She was sure you wouldn't want to see her again, what did you say to her?" 

"I just snapped at her" he shook his head "It's not her fault, I just couldn't control myself, and I'm tired"

"You should have used the wheelchair" Ubbe sighed, taking the crutches from the floor and leaving them on a corner, leaned onto the wall. 

"I don't want Y/N to see me in a wheelchair" 

"She wouldn't care, and I'm not letting you fuck your legs up because you think Y/N is going to leave you for using a wheelchair"

"I can't fucking walk properly, Ubbe" he snapped again, annoyed at his brother's words "I can't even hook up with her because the moment she touches my legs, they hurt"

"They hurt because you were being stubborn and forced yourself to walk with the crutches all day, knowing you had had a bad night and your eyes were blue this morning, not because she touched you" Ubbe was starting to lose his patience "Y/N likes you, Ivar, she's not going to run away from you because she sees you on a wheelchair, and now she's at home, thinking she did something wrong when her only fault was worrying about you" Ivar clenched his jaw and looked away "You have to stop pushing people away, Ivar, we are your family and we'll always be there, even Sigurd and father, but there's more people willing to care about you out there, just give them a chance" Ubbe's face softened when he saw a tear rolling down Ivar's cheek "I'll let you rest, if you feel better tomorrow, I can take you to Y/N's home to talk to her"

You had spent the whole morning trying to study. But it was impossible. 

The anxiety of not knowing if Ivar would talk to you again, the stress for the exam and the ache between your legs -which didn't let you sit still in a chair for more than five minutes- kept you from focusing on your notes and studying.

You were half asleep, too. After texting your best friend, telling her what had happened, you had been awake, looking at the dark ceiling and trying to fight the urge of texting Ivar to apologize all night. The sun was starting to go up when you finally fell asleep, just to wake up nearly three hours later, with your mom telling you she and your dad were going out to visit a friend for the day. 

You'd love to lay onto your bed and sleep, but whenever you closed your eyes, you could only see Ivar's beautiful blue eyes, and it made you want to cry and smile at the same time. 

After eating lunch, you were procrastinating on the couch, playing absentmindedly with your cat while you thought about texting Ivar, when your doorbell rang. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you opened the door and found Ivar in there, leaning onto his crutches and with blushed cheeks. Behind him, you could see Ubbe's car parked in front of your door. 

"Hi" he cleared his throat, looking at the floor "Are you busy?"

You took almost a minute to react, blinking a few times and looking at him in awe, not believing he was actually there.

"Um... No, please, come in" you opened the door completely and stepped aside, letting him enter your house. 

He waited until you closed the door to look at you in the eyes and bit his lip. 

"I... Came to say sorry" he shrugged "I didn't mean to talk at you in that way yesterday, you didn't do anything wrong, I was just mad because of the pain, and I definitely didn't want you to go" he sighed. He spoke like it hurt him to say sorry. 

That made you smile.

"It's okay Ivar, you didn't have to come all the way here to apologize" you blushed, but smiled brightly "It's totally fine, I understand you needed to rest and be left alone, it didn't bother me" you lied, not wanting to make him feel bad "I'm sorry if I was too annoying"

He frowned, looking almost offended to hear you say that.

"You weren't annoying" he replied "Would you forgive me?"

How could you not forgive him, when he was looking at you with those beautiful eyes and with an adorable pout that made him look cute and sexy at the same time?

You bit your lip, taking his hand and leading him into the living room, where you had spread all your notes and books and were trying to study. 

"I will forgive you if you help me with the Old Norse, again"

He rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I'm the one who has to tell you, but you're going to fail"

"Well that thing is impossible, it's not my fault" you scoffed "Maybe if you stop laughing at me because I can't pronounce those non-existent words and actually help me, I could pass"

Ivar smiled. It was his first genuine smile since you left his house the night before. 

"Okay, I'll help you, stop whining"

He sat on the couch, startling your cat, who looked at him with curiosity and approached him. You honestly expected that Ivar would push the cat away, and were surprised when you came back from the kitchen with two glasses of water and saw your cat, which didn't like people, on Ivar's lap, arching against him and purring loudly as he stroked his ears softly. 

"His name is Loki" you said, your heart melting at the sight "He hates humans, so this is a really unusual behavior..."

"Loki, the trickster god" Ivar smirked at the cat, he seemed to like him "I like your name". 

You took Loki out of the room, closing the door and leaving him to play with his mouse toy.

Of course, you didn't get any studying done. 

Even though you were too sensitive, you did your best to ignore it as you straddled Ivar's lap on your couch, while kissing him and moving your hips against his hand. He had been fingering you for a few minutes, and for someone who claimed to be inexperienced, he had managed to make you moan and shake around him in seconds.

He looked focused, his eyes following your every move, smirking when you moaned and growling softly when you clenched your walls around his fingers. 

He wanted to know your reactions, to learn where he needed to touch to make you moan and make those delicious sounds. Ivar had never been with a girl before you, but he had spent hours listening to his brothers about how to please a girl. 

And he was a fast-learner.

And you were so beautiful... Especially with reddened cheeks and closed eyes, disheveled hair and lips parted, moaning his name softly and gripping his shirt, even digging your nails onto his arm. 

You came pressing your forehead against him, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, you saw him looking at you so intensely that almost made you cum again. 

As you unbuttoned his trousers and freed his hard cock, you didn't look away from his face, scared of hurting him or making him feel pressed. But he encouraged you by pulling you closer to him, grabbing your hips. 

You sinked onto his cock slowly, wincing when you felt some pain and biting your lip. 

"Are you alright?" Ivar panted, his eyes searching yours. 

"Yes, sorry, it's just a bit uncomfortable at first..."

"If you want to stop..."

"No" you shook your head before kissing him again. It was like losing your virginity again. 

The pain didn't last much, and soon you let Ivar start thrusting into you softly, moaning and moving against him. 

He moaned into your ear, hugging your waist and hiding his face into your neck. His eyes were closed and he felt better than he had in years.

Maybe Ubbe was right, maybe you truly cared about him.

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Mishaps - Prologue: Lights Out

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Author’s notes: The request I received from this anon kinda inspired me to a plot that couldn’t be resumed in a single shot. So, I decided to start a new series for Hvitserk! This way I’ll be able to develop entirely the ideas this sweet anon gave me and instigate you guys for one more fiction of our favorite Vikings at the modern world. This work’s AU will follow the same line of Payback, so if you liked this previous work, maybe you’ll enjoy this one as well! I hope you guys like it and thank you one more time for the inspiration, dear anon!

Warnings: Modern AU, Criminal Vikings AU, Dark!Hvitserk x Reader, mentions of murder, violence, crime, some angst, some action, cursing and more. 18+ ONLY!

Words: 2384

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Your eyes opened, facing the white roof of your small bedroom one more time. The cell phone alarm making a stupid scandal on the other side of your room with one special electronic music you thought it was noisy enough to wake you up from your dreams or nightmares.

You sighed, lifting yourself up from your bed, stretching the muscles and articulations with some snaps before you threw your legs out of your mattress, straight into your slippers. Then? Every day morning's routine: brush your teeth, get dressed, tie your shoes and fifteen minutes in a bus before walking another twenty minutes to reach the central coffee shop where you were used to working in during the whole last year.

"Good morning, Annie!"

You could count on your fingers the days when something of your day was altered since the Witnesses Protection Program dressed you in that identity.

Mary Ann Watson. The most common name they could find to fit you in. Your father was an HQ enthusiast and wanted to name you after Peter Parker's girlfriend, Mary Jane since his last name was Watson. Your mother's mom first name was Ann. They married the two ideas and there you were.

You had to admit the officers from that program were really good to create life stories and the one they created for you was really better than tell everyone your father was a fucking drug dealer that you saw suffocating your mother to death in your house's living room before giving up on searching for "that little piece of shit she gave birth to" when he couldn't find you hidden spot behind the warmer, hoping you would starve to death without her and solve all his problems at once.

Surely a man obsessed for HQ was better.

But you never allowed yourself to forget your true name. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Your mother's last name, your true mother's favorite name.

To think about her was also a part of your daily routine. Remember her fairy tales, her sweet smile, the way she used to caress your hair until you fall asleep in her arms. You missed her and you never stopped thinking that sweet creature deserved a better end than what she had in your father's hands.

You never had the chance to know if or where she was buried or visit her grave. But you liked to think she was looking at you from the sky, as a star, the way she used to say she would be one day.

And in the last days, you were looking at the night sky more often, thinking what would your mother think about your plans for life, about your current life.

About him.

Hvitserk.

You didn't know his last name yet, but you were the only one able to pronounce and write his name at the paper cups of the coffee shop properly and it caught his attention for you.

He was coming more recently, in the last three months, according to him, because he moved to a new apartment for some privacy.

Who wouldn't want some privacy with four other brothers?

Details from him you discovered while he was waiting for his coffee at the balcony, openly flirting with you with that sexy glares and the sweetest smile in the universe.

"Sunshine is already outside, babe. Go there to receive your daily smile" one of your friends joked, smiling; causing you to blush and roll your eyes at her.

They started calling him "Sunshine" because of his smiles. They were so cute and surely would make the entire coffee shop to smile with him like the first sunbeams on the horizon.

But the truth was that you were already starting to get used to your "sunny mornings" since he made to take his breakfast in your store a daily habit in his life.

You adjusted your apron, smiling when you came out from the back of the store, seeing him at the balcony in one of those white t-shirts you thought dressed him so well.

"Good morning, Hvitserk," you said, getting an instant smile from him "Welcome back. What will you want for breakfast today?"

"Did I already told you how much I love my name in your lips?" he flirted, causing you to blush, giggling embarrassed "Good morning, pretty Ann. What will I want for my breakfast today?" he asked back, testing if you already knew his taste, for fun.

You smiled, placing the notes at your notepad and pulling the sheet to deliver it to the kitchen.

But this time, July - your companion for the day at the balcony - decided to make things a little bit better for you, smiling at the sheet you gave her and yelling at the kitchen, loud and clear...

"Ann is asking Sunshine's double mocha latte with extra chocolate sauce and two chocolate muffins!"

"Ann's Sunshine double mocha latte extra sauce two muffins received!" The kitchen answered, causing your face to explode in red and Hvitserk in a delicious laugh.

"Ann's Sunshine?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "I think I need a nickname for you, as well, princess," he winked, causing July to laugh at your disconcerted smile.

What a way to start the day!

"They started calling you this way..." you tried to explain, red as a tomato, but he just smiled again, touching your chin in a quick touch, knowing he couldn't go further than that since you were working.

"It's fine, silly one. I liked to know I'm yours somehow".

Pretty direct, not even trying to deny he was interested.

Shit! How could you avoid smiling at such a sexy man?

Hvitserk had that duality you always found so gorgeous in some men around: sometimes he seemed sweet and childish as a boy. But sometimes, like now, he was sexy as fuck, winking at you with a smile locked in the corner of his lips, causing your heart to warm in the same intensity he could melt some parts of your body that shouldn't be melting under your uniform skirt.

You smiled back at him, listening when the kitchen delivered his order, picking up the tray and bringing it to him with some napkins for the extra sauce that he always took of his mustache after licking his lips to enjoy every single drop of his mocha.

As always, he took the moment to touch your hands at the sides of the tray, caressing it before looking at you.

"Thank you, princess..."

This time, you decided to break the routine, caressing his hand back with your thumb, earning a new smile in his lips. A satisfied one.

"You're welcome, Sunshine," you joked, smiling at him and going back to your work when he started eating, sometimes looking at him, exchanging glares in a sweet way to start your day of work.

At the end of his breakfast, you saw him picking a pen in his pocket, writing something in one of his napkins and rolling it in a ten dollars note - the tip he was always leaving for you every morning, making you think he should be rich as fuck to expend around three hundred dollars in tips for you per month, but it was something you never questioned.

He pinned the note in the cup holder as he was used to doing and smiling at you, waving good-bye to leave to the door that would take him to the back of the store - the same way of every day, but today, a little faster, since his phone was ringing.

You went there, still seeing when he picked up his phone before leaving through the door, picking the note and the napkin to see what he wrote.

In the napkin, his phone number and a smiley face beside a little note.

 "Send me a Whats. See you soon, princess. Your Sunshine."

 "Uhh... Sunshine gave you his number! What are you waiting for?" July joked looking over your shoulder "Send him your number, silly princess," she said, making you smile.

"We can't use our phones at work, July. I'll do it tonight," you answered, causing her to frown.

"Hey, you can't use your phone inside the store, but nothing prevents you to send him a quick message while making me the enormous favor to put the garbage outside. Uh? Go go go, girl! Miss Fortune doesn't bless you twice in a day! Go!" she giggled, pushing you towards the kitchen doors.

You got into the kitchen laughing, picking up the bags of garbage and stopping by your locker to pick up your phone, sending him a sweet message as an answer to the note he left for you, saving his number at your phone with the sweet nickname he accepted so well.

 "Here is my number, Sunshine. Can't wait for tomorrow's dawn. Your princess".

 After placing your phone back into your locker, you started walking out of the dressing room, picking up the garbage bags and taking it outside to the container. Your thoughts flying over the clouds, thinking of what could be starting that morning.

One by one you carried the bags outside, too distracted to notice you weren't alone until the curse in a familiar voice invaded your ears, freezing your body near the back doors of the store.

"Why the fuck do I always have to clean up his fucking mess? I'm not a damn garbage man, Ubbe! I'm the fucking dealer, not a damn clean up team! This was supposed to be Sigurd's work..."

Your heart raced into your chest. It was his brother's names...

It was his voice...

What in the actual fuck was going on?

Your fear and your education were screaming at you to go back into the store. To forget what you heard and just let it go. It was not of your business! You shouldn't be listening to anyone else's calls!

But those words...

You stood at the door, trying not to be noticed as the conversation continued, looking at the direction where his voice was coming from, seeing Hvitserk's back turned at you as he was motioning his hand, talking angrily alone at the alley while his other hand was holding the phone against his ear.

"To hell with these childish fights! This is Sigurd's work, not mine! I'll not sell the stuff, organize the money, make the spots administration and still have to clean up Ivar's stupidity! If he fucking got an officer killed, he can fucking get rid of the damn body and clean up his own damn butt!"

Your blood ran cold at the same instant. Not only because he was clearly talking about a murder, but because July was right after all: Miss Fortune does not bless you twice on the same day.

Hvitserk turned around while talking and his eyes caught your figure at the door, livid, looking straight at him and fucking up any chances you could have to tell him you never listened to that conversation.

"Shit." you heard him cursing.

His eyes looking at you, running shivers down your spine.

"I call you later," he said, before hanging up the phone in his brothers face and start walking towards you "Princess..."

You didn't even wait for him to say anything. Your legs acted before your mind and ran into the store, locking the back doors to prevent him to come in. Your heart beating like a drum when you glued your back against the wall, seeing him standing near the door, looking inside at the little circular window in the center of the wooden door.

He knocked at the door and your heart almost stopped when you heard his voice on the other side. The fear bringing tears to your eyes.

"Princess... Come outside, let me explain..." he started, but not seeing you through the windows, you heard his tone changing. "Fucking shit! Damn Ivar, you fucked up everything! Fuck!" he grunted, seeming to leave the alley.

You could bet he would appear at the store, trying to talk. And at the balcony, you would have no reason to avoid him. There was no other way...

You went inside, picking up your bag, finding July at the hall while walking back to the backdoors.

"Ann? What happened? You're pale!" she asked. "Are you crying? Babe, what's wrong?"

"I'm not feeling ok," you answered, trying to create an excuse "Someone called me with terrible news, I need to go, please tell the manager I'll compensate tomorrow".

"Oh dang, the day was so good," she said, wiping your tears "Go, babe, I'll take care of everything," she said.

And you hurried up through the doors, trying to go away through the back alley before he could reach the front doors of the coffee shop to reach you.

He would do it, right?

Of course…

Of course, you were wrong.

Your steps didn't even turn the corner at the end of the alley and you felt his heavy grip pulling you back, inside of a door in the back of another building you never saw open.

But somehow, he seemed to have the key.

One of his hands surrounded your waist. The other placed a cloth in your face, covering your mouth and your nose, forcing you to breathe the strange and acid smell that invaded your lungs.

You tried to scream and fight his grip.

Tears rolling down your face when your mind went through the worse moment of your life and you remembered your mother struggling against your father's grip just as you were doing now.

But he wasn't screaming names or strangling your neck. Instead, you heard him sizzling in your ear as that stuff you were breathing started to make you numb. Your fight failing as his voice invaded your ears, clearly frustrated.

"Shh... I won't hurt you, princess... I won't hurt you," he said, supporting your body against his when your legs started to be too smooth to keep you standing.

The numbness started darkening your vision and the last thing you remember to see was Hvitserk's disappointed expression, lifting you up to his arms and mumbling at your ear before everything became dark.

"It wasn't what I was planning, princess... I'm so sorry..."

And then...

Silence.

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So roommates part 20

It was last evening and their all where getting ready to go to set for some more filming it was anyha phone that started to ring “hello” she walked back over to her bag and put her jacket in it “ok kid well I will see you when am back home home” anyha walked to the kitchen and got a bottle of water out of the fridge “no I understand that you couldn’t come see me before you have to fly back” after she said bye on the phone she had a sad face “so guessing Iris has gone home” she just nodded her head and Alex walked over to her a gave her a little hug “come on car here” Alex said as he picked up her bag and his “thanks” she said as she followed behind Alex and Marco making their way down to the car.

They were put straight to work there was a mad rush to getting ready, every now and then Alex would look over at anyha to see how she was doing but every now and then she was on her phone soon Alex phone buzzed looking down he saw a text from anyha.

Seance

The northerners was just outside of king Egbert place it was Freya that made the first move but soon she stopped “bjorn” she whispered as she looked over her shoulder “something not right” it was to quit and it was going to be to easy to take the place over with that she pulled back so that she was with the brothers “from what I can see something wrong” the brothers looked at her “ivar say back with fraye till we break through then you can take down the ones we miss out” ubbe said as he picked up his sword and shield looking over at bjorn who just nodded, Freya just scoffed and look away making her way over to ivar.

As they walked through the gates Freya know something was wrong and she took of running “fraye!” Ivar called out but he couldn’t stop her , running through the smoke filled halls fraye was trying to Find where she needed to be but she couldn’t find where she was meant to go “dam it” she kept running soon she came across floki and her world stopped “floki!” But floki didn’t look at her as she made her way closer she could see someone was in floki arms their blond hair was standard red “floki?” Floki moved his body in the way of fraye eyesight so that she couldn’t see Helga in his arms “ go child” she went to touch him “fraye go now” with that she took of running and found herself running into ivar arms and breaking down “fraye what is it” ivar asked but she didn’t say as she just held onto him for life just then floki walked out with Helga in his arms , ivar put his arms around fraye and laid his head on her as he know this hurt her just as much at it was killing floki .

Later on they sat in what should of been the grand hall but now it was nothing like that a cage hung in the middle of the room with king ecbert in it “what to do with king ecbert” bjorn said as he pushed the cage so that it would swing abit turning back to his back to his brothers “it easy we blood eagle him” ivar spoke out as his hands played with frayes hair as she was still curled up in his lap after finding out about Helga death “yes ivar we could , but I know they are lands that have are names on it” ubbe said he leaned back in his seat as a Slave filled his cup bring back to his lips taking a long sip from it “then we get him to give us it back then” hvitserk said looking over at ubbe “yes” bjorn said as he pushed the cage some more “ just let him die” bjorn looked over to fraye as she got up from ivar lap .

End scene

The got split in to two teams to go film some more stuff like anyha filling a scene where she was in a bathhouse part of the Castle just before the king is drag in to the room and asks her if she will be staying with him when he dies. They was s lot of shouting going on “ok anyha get ready we want you to walk in to the water and relax and after some times start looking round for someone ok” anyha step in to the hot water slowly dropping so that the water come over she shoulders and closing her eyes . They did different shoot of her in the water making her look all graceful .

Scene

Bjorn sat in front of ecbert as he Signed the scroll that gave the right back over to the brothers “their the land is yours” bjorn took the scroll and handed it to ubbe “ good” Sigurd and hvitserk pulled the king up and dragged him to the bathhouse part of the castle . Freya was in the water when she hear movement around her as she looked around something moved out the side of her eyesight wiping round she came face to face with the world serpent “Jörmungandr” the snake looked at her then move fast so that he was in her face but soon he was gone as the doors to the bath house opened Freya didn’t look round to see who it was as Ragnar worlds repeated in her head it was Sigurd that made her look at him “Freya what is it” turning Just a little so that side of her body could been seen but she didn’t say a thing “we you be staying with me “ king ecbert asked as he looked over her body , she turned fully that she naked body was all they could see she didn’t hide her body from them “no you will die alone just the same of Ragnar” she said as she walked up the steps out of water as she walked passed ecbert she stopped “pray that your god forgives you” her hand slipped from his shoulder as she walked away still in no clothes.

Sigurd and hvitserk undid the king cuffs and let him step into the water but not give him the knife yet they was waiting for bjorn to get here soon they could hear ivar pull himself along the halls as they looked back at the bjorn they saw bjorn “now” his voice was cold as he passed the knife to hvitserk and he gave it to ecbert and they walked out leaving the king to die on his own but the brothers started out side of the doors “ bjorn before we got here Freya was here and she didn’t look right she looked like she had see a ghost” hvitserk said as he played with the bottom of his top “I will talk to her later” soon they hear the kings last breath “good he dead” ubbe said as he walked away wanting some time to himself.

Night had fallen Freya move about the castle quit as she made her way to the country yard but was stopped by king harald “and where may you be doing little dove” his cold voice made her jump“nowhere I just wanted to go for a walk” harald move closer to her his fingers ghosted over her arm “you should be in bed with your husband” Freya eyes had a flash of fire in then but then she breathed in “no I don’t need a man to look out for me” snapping her arm away from him so that harald couldn’t hold her “the men talk little dove and some say horrible stuff what they would like to do to you” he was now standing behind her with his fingers in the hair that falls down her back “the men can talk” he grunted “yes the men can talk but what if” he pushed her so that she chest was pressed to a wall , trapping one hand behind her back the wind was knocked out of her “mmm well I would have to kill” he pushed her arm cutting her off what she was going to say “ yes I headed what you can do but now your helpless” his face was close to her ear she could feel his hot breath on her skin “so what will the blood queen do now” Freya was panicking as she could see herself getting out of this , the more she move she felt harald push his hip in to her bum “harald please” she begged this made him stop his grip on her loosen just a little “dove I won’t hurt you” he place his face in her hair with that Freya move so that she could head butt him “now don’t think that will help” his other hand held her head to the wall , making her hiss in pain “don’t harald” the sound of footsteps rain out in one of the halls coming towards fraye and harald “brother it best you let fraye go” stepping in to the light was Halfdan as he place some bread in his mouth watching harald ever move “Halfdan I was just tell dove how dangerous it was for her to walk about on her own” he move away from her body but still had hold of her wrist “but she was not on her own” Freya looked at his and she move her body from the wall ,pulling her wrist from harald grip stepping back from him so if she needed to get away she could. Halfdan walked over to his brother “I was with her” harald Just watched him “oh I see brother” harald and Halfdan laughed a hug Freya Just didn’t know what was going on “fraye bjorn asked to see you he sent me to find you” Freya wanted to shout at them but didn’t know what to say so she stormed off making her way back to the room bjorn was sleeping in .

End scene

Peter can running up behind anyha “I didn’t hurt to did i ?” He asked talking her hand in to his “no am fine” Jasper can up at the side of them “ she putting us all to shame with her acting she a really star don’t you think” as he said the anyha blushed it was something she never will get used to is have people tell her how god she is.

They were getting changed in to their stuff to go home when they was asked to go in to the meeting room as the room fold up anyha looked around not know what was going on it , then Michael walked in “yes I know everyone want to get home but over then next few weeks we have lot of promotions to get done and I would like to send teams out I will have text you all who you will be going with and we will be at comic con London and comic con san diago two so lot of work and a lot of flying people” he walked around the room giving out papers “this will help you out a bit on where you will be all going” anyha took hers and flipped through it Michael looked at everybody “it that good with you all” they all nodded making their way out of the room to the cars waiting for them.