#hvitserk ragnarsson x time lady!reader

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His own Valkyrja

Pairing: fem!Doctor!reader x Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Summary: Valkyrje. They come from the sky to take to Valhalla the warrior that feel in battle but Hvitserk Ragnarsson has his own, very different version of a Valkyrja

A/N: This came to mind while watching Doctor who specials on DIsney+ and I wanted to write a ff for the series since I am back at watching it but I dind't want reader to be the companion so I inverted the roles and made a crossover with my favourite historical Tv Show. Also the TARDIS is referred as she because I felt like doing so.

A/N pt.2: There are a couple of words in Old Norse like já that means yes and Valkyrja/Valkyrje, Old Norse for Valkyria/Valkyrie

The song is in danish/old norse so here a transation of the song

It was a simple day in Kattegat, nothing special was going on, not during winter. During the snowy season there were just talks, talks about what was the best curse of actions to take in the spring. Were they going to plunder back a new Saxon’s city or were they going to discover and plunder a complete new city? This was something only the spring and summer could tell.

The winter wind was blowing, hard and consistent, like an old friend that wants to catch up. Everyone wearing thick coats to protect themselves from the cold weather and in the crowded market of the city, one of the sons of Ragnar was walking around.

The prince, the man or whatever you want to call him, didn’t had a place to be, nor he was really interested in what people sold in their lonely stools. He just needed time for himself, away from his brothers, his mother and the lords who tried their everything to become friends with him.

Walking around the city, head up to the clouds, Hvitserk Ragnarsson didn’t notice when he walked outside the city’s walls. It was when he was at the forest’s door that he was brought back to reality.

Looking behind him, he couldn’t see the city, nor hear the chattering of the market anymore. It was just him, a snowy and grey landscape. His mind wondered if he had to go back, but then he decided to stay out a little bit longer. He knew that if anyone needed him, they were going to send someone to find him.

The landscape was snowy and grey and silent. Too much silence was keeping company to the warrior, he started singing. Sure, between his brothers he knew Sigurd was the most artistic one. He was the one with a nice voice and gentle touch and the one with the mind filled with honey like words, but Hvitserk, he was pretty sure he came in good second.

The song was one that his mother's maiden used to sing to him and the rest of the Ragnarssons, it was about Ymir and was rather short but his favourite nontheless.

The forest too was silent. The trees' leaves weren't rustling; birds did not chirp on top of his singing voice and no animals dared to make a noise. It was like the wild that populated that place was admiring his voice.

Hvitserk performance got interrupted by a leaves rustling, as if someone moved them aside to not trip or to get hurt. The prince tried to find the source of the noise, ready to fight it was from a foe-man or an ally. Some seconds later he saw her, a female figure walking directed straight to north.

Hvitserk was able to get a glance of her, taking him just a couple of details: she couldn't be taller than him, maybe some centimeters shorter, from his standing point he couldn't say for sure; her hair were messy and up in a simple braid. He decided to follow her, from a distance to not scare her away and to be in control in case she was enemy to him and his kingdom.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson notice her choice of style was weird, nothing he had saw before. The coat was too long, coming down on her ankles; her feet covered in a colorful pair of...

"What are those called?" he asked, curios and getting the girl's attention. She turned back in an instant, and she had to close her eyes a little if she didn't want to faint there in front of him. The viking approached her carefully, slow in his step and stepping back every now and then.

"What... what are you talking about?" she spoke his language, if that was the case maybe she wasn't an enemy. He pointed at her feet, asking once more what those things were. Looking down, the unfamiliar presence kept silence for some seconds. "Those are called sneakers but you won't need to learn the name, don't worry." was her answer.

"Sneakers." he repetead on and on, as to grab the essence of the word, as if he was trying to taste the word she just spoke.

"I was trying to search for some more historically appropriate footwear but my space ship had a problem and it dropped in the middle of the forest. You know where I can find a river or a lake? I really need some water right about now." Even though Hvitserk could understand what she was saying he couldn't understand what she was talking about, she had dropped a word he had no idea what it meant, it wasn't in his native language. The stranger could tell he was confused. "right, you don't know what space ship means. Again nothing to worry about or for you to keep in mind."

"You say I don't have to worry about a lot of things and still haven't told me your name. I am prince Hviterser son of king Ragnar and Queen Aslaugh." he introduced himself. The figure smiled.

"You are right, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I am The Doctor, but not the doctor you are thinking. I can't cure people." the more this so called Doctor spoke, the more Hvitserk's mind was in a state of confusion, what was she talking about?

"Then what do you cure?" a smirk appeared on her face and the prince was warry of that, was it a good or bad sign? She streatched out her hand tilting her head on the side, it was a clear invitation to take her hand and follow wherever she was goint to. It took him a quick minute to decide to trust her, if she was there to kill him she should have tried already. Not that he thought she could do it, but he felt like she wasn't as weak as she seemed.

"you have nice skin." he commented with a small smile pictured on his features. It hadn't been a long time since he had touched a woman but her skin felt different, it made him feel different.

"I think I've heard someone singing, was it you?" the viking man answered with a quick já that he was sure she understood. "You have a nice voice. Can you sing me a song? If you don't mind, of course." Hvitserk started to sing, a different and longer song than the one he had sung previously to meet her, with a calmer tune. This one talked about a love story between a Valkyrja and a brave warrior.

Hvitersk kept his eyes on the Doctor, thinking that she resembled a Valkyrie. Just like the divine creature, she had come from the sky, sure in a ship made for the space, but still from the sky. He felt like she had found him, maybe he was dreaming and it was all in his head. He thought, for a moment, that she came into his dreams to foresee his imminent death.

He didn't notice her halting in her steps, bumping into her. Hvitserk apologized and she realized something was wrong with the TARDIS' translation circuit because she couldn't understand what he had told her, pretty much he had apologized but still, the word didn't register in her mind.

The language, the one she knew as Old Norse, sounded like an old song. She loved it, and it made it at the top of her list of favourite language--something her ninth version started--alongside Ancient North Martian and Sittuun.

She looked left and right, as to remember which way to go, where did the TARDIS landed? East or West? Hvitserk noticed she never let go of his hand, not even when she had trouble keeping her balance. Her hand still in his.

They walked some more and the prince kept on singing, he performed three songs since she had asked the first time, and he was about to sing a fourth one when she let go of his hand. Hvitserk felt the cold wind now, his hand felt the cold weather and if she didn't rushed towards a blue box he would have kept his hand in hers. He liked it.

He kept his eyes on her, walking inside and he waited a little bit. For what he didn't know but he felt it wasn't right to get inside without an invite. She came out some minutes later, asking him why he was staying outside.

"I didn't think I could..."

"Nonsense, come on. I want to show you something." and back inside she went. He followed her, slowly. He had the idea it was an ambush, he had to be carefull. "I'm down here" she said when he opened the door. His eyes couldn't believe what he had in front of him. He walked outside, went around the blue box and then back inside. "I know she is..."

"Smaller outside." he comented. His choice of words triggered her, he saw it. She stiffened, just for a second and he was about to ask if she was doing fine but she didn't gave him the time to ask. "You remind me of a friend I've lost." he was about to give her his condolecence but once again she didn't let him talk, it was like she could read his mind. "Is okay, I'm used to that but here. Come."

Hvitserk approached her, and once again The Doctor took his hand and walked him in front of a square object, with colorful moving drawings.

"What is this?" he asked looking at her.

"This, my dear Hvitserk Ragnarsson is what is hidden behind the sky. Do you want to aknowledge what there is outside of this world?" he noticed her eyes were blinking, like all the starts decided to move into her eyes. She looked etheral, out of this world, just like her blue box.

He agreed, why not? He had nothing to do, nothing to loose so he decided to follow her. He would have followed her no matter what and he was fine with it. He had found his Valkyrja.

He walked around the weird looking piece of metal, studying carefully everything. There were letters he couldn't name but at the same time shapes and colors he had seen both in Kattegat and in his travels over the icy seas; there were objects, like mirrors but they never reflected his face but people he had never met. He was fascinated and confused at the same time.

An earthquake shook up the little blue box and he lost balance for a second, finding support on one of the weird object that were surronding the space inside the box. Hvitserk heard her giggle, for a second and then she was back working on whatever there was in the deepths of that box.

"Doctor, so what exactly did you wanted to show me?" he asked still looking around. Everytime he turned he noticed something new and he was curious to find out what it was.

"I wanted to show you..." her head appearing from somewhere below him. "Something amazing, but I need to fix my ship" she commented.

"This doesn't look like a ship at all." he retored and once again he tried to fullfill his curiosity about what she had called a ship.

"Not in the sense of what you are familiar, no is not, but is a different type of ship." she answered back. "is a ship that sails through time and space" she tried to use words he could understand and even if he did know what sail meant, I mean he did that every spring and summer, he couldn't wrap his head around how a thing could sail through time and space. "this ship can go whenever on this Earth and in every time you want: back in the past, or foward in the future."

The future, he wanted to see what the future had in store for him and his brothers. Were they going to realise all their dreams? Were they going to rise the name of their father to fame? Was he going to have a happy life with a good wife and amazing kids?

"Can we go the future? Not that far into that, just a couple of years." he asked, this time is full attention on his Valkyrja. She smiled. A nice and warm smile.

"Sadly the TARDIS doesn't work like that. Is like she gives me a mission everytime I set her gears on. She sents me when I am needed." another word he couldn't understand but he remember what she had told him before do not worry, and he did not.

"So you are needed here?"

"Not really. My ship needs some time to fix herself. I think she decided the safest place to land was in..."

"Kattegat, 818 AD." he stated. She repeated his words. "Why here?" he asked. Kattegat wasn't the safest option, he knew that. Not when the city feared invasions from basically everyone.

"I might know a lot but this is something I can't tell. Maybe this old lady..." prince Hvitserk followed her every move while she was speaking. "...planned our meeting." she joked, laughing at it. But Hvitersker was pretty sure Urd, Verdandi and Skuld had worked their web to let the two of them. The warrior made a note to himself to leave some offerring to the Norns to thank them for this opportunity. "Now, would you mind show me around?"

He didn’t mind, the more Hvitserk Ragnarsson was alongside her, the happier he was.

Roaming around the market’s stalls it was his time to feed her curiosity. Every question she asked he had the answer, well most of the times.

Everything was going on pretty good until his older brother, Ubbe, whistled to get his attention, he really wanted to run back in the forest to avoid uncomfortable questions from him and the younger of the Ragnarssons.

“Ubbe.” He simply said asking with his eyes to not say anything inappropriate. “Ivar.” He added turning to the the younger of the four brothers.

“Who is she?” Asked the older viking. He took her hand in his and gave it a quick peck—he had learned this during a trip in Wessex—making the Doctor giggle.

“Such a gentleman Ubbe Ragnarsson.”

“Thank you my lady.” Was his throw back(?)

After a quick introduction, whit Hvitserk lying about her name being Brynild like one of the Valkyrje, Ivar invited her to have dinner with them so the two of them and their mother could know more about Hvitserk’s new friend.

“I see if I can attend dinner with your family but I won’t promise anything. But thank you for the invite Prince Ivar.” The title feeded his ego more than enough, the younger prince was happy and limped back from where he came with a soft thank you; Ubbe rolled his eyes and after another act of cavalry he followed in tow his brother.

“I’m sorry for them.” Apologized the second born.

“Is okay. I think the TARDIS is ready. Do you want to live an adventure outside the ordinary?” The viking wanted to tell her that just meeting her was out of the ordinary, sure in a positive way, but still out of this world situation.

“Lead the way, my lady.” And with that they went back into the forest, hand in hand. Hvitserk asking more questions and the Gallifreyan never saying a word.

Hvitserk woke up with a strong head pain, memory of what he thought a dream flooding his mind. He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve a little the pain he was feeling, not noticing his brothers, Ubbe and Björn were looking for him.

"Here you are. Queen Aslaugh wants you home." started Björn and without giving him the time to get up he left for Kattegat on his own. Ubbe, on the other side, took a seat next to his brother and with a smirk on his face asked him if he had fun all that time he was missing.

Hvitserk had to lie, nodding his head yes. He didn't know how to explain that he didn't know where she went, and what happened between the two of them, he thought saying they had some private time together was easier.

"How was she? Do you think I can have her one day?"

"I don't think. She told me she found Kattegat by accident" that was not a lie, well not completely. "and besides she has to take care of her family so I don't think she has much free time."

"What a shame. Well, at least you managed to get her. But do tell, was she good?" That was the only thing Ubbe cared to know, then again is about a viking man we are talking about.

Hvisterk rolled his eyes and smacked his brother to his chest, a way to ask him to shut up and that he wasn't going to give him details about it.

Weeks passed and Hvitserk had made it a routine to check the market from the main door of the Great Hall. Watching carefully to see if she was coming back anytime soon.

Then months passed and he realized she was not coming back to Kattegat, he needed to move on. But then it came one day, one beautiful spring day where he saw her, or so he thought, because that woman in the market looking for a pin to use for her hair looked almost ideantical to his Valkyrja. What was more astonoshing was the fact she had fall in love with the prince. Hvitserk decided to take it as a sign from the Gods and after a couple of weeks they got married.

Spending nights together, it was not a surprise to hear his wife giving him the news she was with child and Hvitserk was the happiest to hear it. He had told his brothers first. Björn patted his back, proud of him; Ubbe smirked and laughed at his own words when he said that the little brother had been working hard and Ivar just smiled, happy for his older brother. Then when his mother found out, she decided to throw a party, all Kattegat was welcomed to celebrate the news.

Nine months later, or so, Hvitserk's daughter was born. A beautiful and healty baby girl. Hvitserk looked at her with stars in his eyes, she was going to be his first priority from now on.

"How do you want to call her?" asked one of the women that helped his wife deliver the little girl.

"Brynhildr" he said without esitation. The couple didn't talked about the name but that sounded a good fit for the girl. "I like Brynhildr." he added. He started cooing at his daughter, making her giggle and wrapping her little hand on his big pinky.

"She loves you already." said his wife, a weak giggle leaving her lips. "She is going to be a daddy's girl. Boys will be terrified to ask for her hand" she joked.

"She is going to grow into a fine woman." he commented and gave it back to the one who gave her to him, so that the new addiction to the family could spend time with her mother.

Hvitserk left the little house, taking in the cold weather of the winter season, looking up to the sky he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.

"I might not see you again, my Valkyrja, but the memory will be always be with until my very end." Was it then, that his brothers came to take him out to drink. He just had a daughter, it was a good enought reason to celebrate.

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New Purpose

Hvitserk x Reader

Summary: After losing Ivar, he was lost. He wished to die but couldn't. He promised Ivar he will live, but how can anyone call this a life?

Hvitserk drowned another cup before standing, as he did, he nearly fell over. 

He was way too drunk. He shouldn't have drank so much but he needed something to numb the pain, something to make him feel other than grief.

He should have died not Ivar, he should have been the one for Odin to take. And yet, Hvitserk was here and Ivar was gone.

As he got out of the pub, he started walking, no particular place in mind, he just walked.

Then three men stopped before him.

You were on your way home, you really shouldn't be out so late all alone. But you lost track of time.

On your way back to your home, you tried to avoid people as best as you could. Turning one corner you noticed four men, you hid behind the fence, trying to think of a way to escape.

"Are you a damn Viking or what?! FIGHT!" one yelled, this is when you noticed it wasn't four men, well technically it was but, it was a three against one. One very drunk. 

You heard a couple punches being thrown then a loud groan before footsteps left. You looked back, you saw a man on the floor while the others walked away.

You wanted to get up and leave, run home and never come back into town again, you could do that.

But you had to have a heart...fuck.

You slowly walked over to the man, noticing the blood on the floor.

"Sir?" you asked but no reply. You could see he was breathing. You looked around, no one was there to help. He let out a groan as you kneeled beside him. "Can you stand?" 

It was quite a struggle to get him to your home. It was further from the village as you prefer to have your own privacy, slowly but surely he managed to wobble back to your place, while leaning against you.

He was reeking of alcohol, his arm was bleeding where he got cut and he threw up twice on his way to your place.

You patched up his arm and soon he was in your bed, sleeping.

At the time, you had no idea what you just got yourself into.

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The next morning, when you woke up, you immediately started on some bread.

Kneading it before letting it rest and rise. As you turned you saw the man who you brought home standing by your table.

"I don't remember laying you. But I'm not complaining." he smirked and you nearly gagged.

"We did not do such a thing. You got your drunk ass kicked and I brought you here. You were laying in your own blood and mud." you said pointing at his wounds which you patched up.

"I thought you were just rough with me." the smirk again. But this time you said nothing. Instead, put some bread on the table and a small vile. 

"Put this ointment on your wound twice a day. Or don't and watch as it gets infected and kills you."

"Harsh lady, you are. But thank you for your help. I shall take my leave." he grabbed the food and the small vile from your table before heading to the door. "Hvitserk Ragnarsson. My name, if you ever need help." and with that, he left.

You weren't sure why you would ever need his help. If anything he would need yours. 

You rolled your eyes and headed to your garden.

Slowly forgetting about him as the days and weeks passed.

One day, he turned up out of nowhere.

"I didn't know where to go." he said as he stumbled into your home. "My leg." he said as he sat down in one of your chairs, you started to lift his pants when you saw a huge gash oozing blood. 

"I will need to stop the bleeding. Don't move." you rushed to get your herbs and medicine before returning. "I'll have to close the wound, it will hurt. Take this." you gave him a vile to drink and he did. You let a couple of minutes pass before grabbing a needle.

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Hvitserk was now asleep in your bed. 

Once again.

You wondered what had happened to him to get such a nasty injury. 

You hoped he would heal well. 

You cleaned up everything around the house, washed the floors and started to prepare some soup.

You had no idea why you acted like his little wife, and yet here you were.

Damn you and your kind heart. 

And yet you helped him, you fed him and when his fever got high, you were there.

Slowly his wound began to heal.

But you noticed a change in yourself.

You noticed that you longed for his company, that you really enjoyed talking with him and hearing him laugh. You adored his smile and you realized you would do anything to keep him smiling.

It was a dangerous feeling.

But it was so good.

His leg was healing nicely.

Damn you and your natural talent to cure people.

His leg was healing which meant he will soon go.

And you knew, you had to let him go.

There was no reason for him to stay. You were silly to think the smiles he gave you were more than a friendly smile. You were silly to imagine a life with him.

You knew this.

And yet, you couldn't help your heart.

You couldn't help it when your heart skipped a beat every time he laughed. You couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he stayed with you.

But Vikings weren't like that. They lived for the thrill, for the raids, you couldn't hope he would give that all up just for you.

It was a silly dream.

And yet, every night you went to sleep thinking about it.

You felt silly. But you couldn't help your heart. 

Or your drunken mind.

He opened the bottle, he poured you all the glasses, and now here you were, tipsy and way too honest.

"I know you are going to leave in a couple days. I have been expecting it every day."

"What do you mean?" he replied, a little tipsy but not as much as you.

"You, Hvitserk are as blind as a bat. I care so deeply for you and yet... you do not belong to me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you just waltzed in and stole my heart! So unfair! I can't be in love with someone who is going to leave me! I can't get my heart broken like that! It is so unfair. And yet, every morning, when I wake up, I fear you would be gone, so I always check if you are still here first before moving to make breakfast. Every. Fucking. Morning. The one time you weren't in bed, I nearly fainted but you were already in the kitchen yourself."

"Waltzed in? Love me? Don't be silly, Y/N, no woman loves me."

"You blind bat. How can you not see that I care so deeply for you? Women in the market say to catch a man try through their heart, so I did.  I cook or bake for you anything you say! I healed your leg, I healed your wounds. I am so hopeless. I know I will get my heart broken and yet, I can't help but hope." you didn't even feel the tears running down your face. "I hope you would feel the same towards me, that you would stay and... love me."

"Y/N..."

"I heard it many times before. 'I only see you as a friend', 'I only see you as a sister' or 'I am sorry if I give you the wrong idea' there is always a 'but'. 'I care for you Y/N, BUT' I have been rejected many times before. I hoped you would be different. You are a Viking, you are very different. But I'm prepared for your leave. I bought a bottle of wine, it is in my room, waiting for me to open it so I can cry myself to sleep and get over you."

"Y/N, I thought my intentions were clear." you looked up at him, confused. "Where I'm from, we court women by giving them gifts. After you healed me first I couldn't stop thinking about you, then I got into that fight and I ran to you for help. I knew my feelings were real, I just told myself yours weren't. I gifted you many things to court you. The fur on your bed? I killed and skinned the animal myself, made it into a gift for you. I got you cheese, I got you a new jewellery box and your necklace. What did you think they were?"

"Gifts... for the food I gave you? For the healing and for my help?"

"Not exactly. I meant to win you over. I have deep feelings for you as well." you looked into his eyes, sitting across from him you reached for your cup and took a swing, emptying it. 

Then, you did something Hvitserk would never expect from you.

You laughed.

You laughed so hard you actually started to cry.

"Oh wow, that now that was something else. Where's the but? There is always a but as I said so go on!"

"No buts."

"Oh please, Hvitserk come on! I help, 'I have deep feelings for you as well, but... I have to leave because we are too different?" he shook his head, no.

"Alright, then how about I have deep feelings for you as well, but... you are not the kind of woman I see myself with." he shook his head again, no.

"I have deep feelings for you as well, but...-"

"There is no but. I'm just as afraid of your rejection as you are of mine."

You sat there for a moment, suddenly the alcohol leaving your brain as you processed what just happened.

"So, you won't leave?"

"My leg healed weeks ago and yet I'm here. I was waiting for you to throw me out."

"You want to stay?"

"I wish to know more about this feeling I have inside. This love I heard so much about but never experienced until I met you. I wish to learn about it with you."

"You want me?"

"I want you more than anything and anyone. I want everything and anything you are willing to give me. If that's your clever mind or your gorgeous body, it is up to you. Do you want me to stay?"

"More than anything. I used to be so lonely, even with my animals."

"Do you want me?"

"Of course, I do. I want all of you Hvitserk." 

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please." it came out a lot more desperate than you meant it to. 

Both of you stood up way to fast as you stumbled to catch the other and your lips met in a sloppy, messy kiss.

Once the kiss was over, he didn't let go of you.

He would never let go of you after.

Hvitserk didn't fully give up the Viking life. He would go on to teach his children about it, he would also not forget his brothers or the things they have been through. 

But above it all, Hvitserk would never forget about the kind woman who gave him shelter when he was most vulnerable. The woman who gave his life a new purpose and reason to keep going.

He would never forget about you, who gave his life a new purpose.

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Hi everyone !! I’ve got some fics idea in store and I would like for you to tell me which one of those you wish for me to write first and what is/are your favorite trope ?! I will put the link of both straw poll at the end.

Series :

A Touch of Affection : Modern!Ivar x Reader. Roommate to Bestfriend to Lover. I headcanoned 20 chapters just need to write. Plot : y/n is a young journalist who decide to quit her job to pursue her travel vlogger/blogger ambitions. Ivar works for the family business an wants to leave the family house. They will have to share a house, maybe more than friendship will arise. Will contain Fluff, Angst and Smut.

What’s Underneath (rewrite of We’re All Naked Underneath) : Poly!Avengers (original six + Loki, Bucky, Sam and Wanda) x reader. I headcanoned 8 chapters for now but will have more to come. Plot : y/n is an acheologist working for the avengers an shield and is also a nude model at night. What’s gonna happen when they’ll learn the truth about her ? Will contain Fluff, Angst, Smut and a bit of Dark.

Oneshots or Multi-Parts  :

Fire Breathing Lady : Ivar x Reader or Hvitserk x Reader or Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk. Plot : y/n is Oleg’s slave and is able to resist fire temperature. He shows her as an attraction. One day she performs in front of the ragnarssons and became infatuated by her. Will they help her getting free ? Will contain Fluff and Smut.

Podium : Modern!Ragnarssons x Reader. Plot : y/n is a gymnast newly neighbors with the Lothbrock. They keep seeing you leave your house everyday but don’t know where you go. Curiosity as the best of them and they follow you. Will contain fluff Smut an maybe slight Angst.

Fighter by Heart : Modern!Ragnar x Reader (platonic). Maybe Multi-Part with a Ragnarsson ship whit Reader. Plot : y/n is the personnal assistant of Ragnar Lothbrock and is really close to him. She is strong minded and is not easily impressed. One day Ragnar discovers why and is all the more impressed to learn she fights in a sort of “fight club”. Will contain Fluff and maybe Smut.

Chilly : Chris Hemsworth x Reader. Plot : y/n and chris are working together on a film located in the codest city of Canada. Y/n is the touchhy feey kind of girl but i also very chilly. Chris offers to share a bed to help get warmer... Will contain Fluff and Smut.

Woud you Rather : Loki x Reader. Plot : A game of would you rather with the god of mischielf turn into something more as the time pass. Will contain Fluff and Smut.

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Lost In You (Hvitserk x Reader)

This is my contribution to @maggiescarborough​ 400 followers writing challenge! Congrats again! 

The scenario I chose was the character asking reader/oc out or the other way around. And because why not, it is a Vikings/The Last Kingdom crossover! 

Also this is my first time writing Hvitserk! Yay! Let me know how I did! 

Warnings: angst, a couple swear words, fluff, bad pick-up lines

Words:5400

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​

  "Who is that?" 

 "Mmmm, which one?" Siri asked, openly ogling in the direction your friend, Erika, had gestured. 

 "Oh, those are some of Ubbe's friends from university." Torvi answered, with a glance over her shoulder. "He invited them since he never sees them anymore."

 "Hot damn. The one with the long hair, I'd like to climb him like a tree all night long." Wiggling her blonde eyebrows, Siri laughed at her own joke. 

 Curious now, you peeked over at the three men who were animatedly talking to Ubbe. There was no denying they were all gorgeous in their own ways. Somehow everyone within the social circle of the Lothbroks was beautiful, as if it was some unspoken requirement. These three certainly exceeded that requirement. Glancing around the backyard, you noticed right away that your friends were not the only ones ogling the newcomers. You doubted the men would be leaving alone tonight. 

 One of the three, with long, dark hair pulled back in a man bun and a crooked smile, caught your eyes staring. A warmth rose to your cheeks at the realization you had been caught. Though as his blue eyes held yours, you found yourself unable to look away, entranced by his unrestrained confidence. After an unending second of staring at one another, he sent you a naughty wink. Your eyes darted away at the raw suggestive feel the simple action had. You had no idea that a simple wink could feel so lascivious….and rousing. 

 "Oh gods, did you see that?" Erika asked, giggling like a schoolgirl. "One just winked this way."

 "Pretty sure he was winking at y/n." Torvi teased, nudging your shoulder as she stood next to you on the back deck.  

 "Yeah, no." You countered, fiddling with the label of the beer bottle in your hand. "That was probably towards one of you guys."

 Torvi sighed, pursing her lips at you. "Don't start this again, y/n. You are gorgeous and anyone who says differently is a blind asshole."

 Taking a sip of your beer, you did not bother to reply. Instead you gave Torvi a smile in thanks but kept your own insecurities to yourself. She had heard you more than enough times complain about things you disliked about yourself. Besides, today was not about you. You were supposed to be here having fun and supporting Ubbe and Torvi. 

 Luckily, Torvi started talking about the latest venue she had checked out for her and Ubbe's wedding next year. It was a perfect distraction since she had asked you to be one of her bridesmaids. Your small group talked about the outdoor wedding she wanted and how beautiful the fall colors would look in the pictures. 

 Ubbe's birthday party was in full swing. The mansion he and his brothers lived in was full of Ubbe's friends and other family friends. You had grown up with the Ragnarssons, your mother and Aslaug were close friends. So whenever they decided to hang out, you tagged along to play with the boys. Because of that, you were close to all of them, having spent just as much time at their house as at your own. Over the years, you had grown particularly close to Hvitserk. The two of you just somehow clicked. On more than one occasion, he would sneak over to your house when he needed a break from the strained dynamics of his family, or he could not handle the animosity between Ivar and Sigurd. The two of you spilled secrets in the dark, promising to never tell another. Both of you shared your first kiss under the stars one night, giggling at how grown up you felt. 

 And somewhere along the way, your feelings of friendship turned into something far stronger. 

 Over the following years, your crush on him endured even as you tried to quell it, doing everything in your power to suppress the unwanted feelings. Not because he was a bad guy. No, he was one of the sweetest guys you knew. He was loyal to a fault, always with a kind word, and happily giving suffocating hugs that felt like being embraced by a gooey marshmallow. 

 No, you refused to become another one of the girls that paraded in and out of his bedroom like the revolving door it was. 

 Besides, he never showed any hint of romantic feelings towards you. Usually he introduced you as one of his best friends. Which was just fine with you, he was one of your best friends and you would not trade that for the world. If fate had it planned that the two of you would only remain friends during your lives, you were happy with that. 

 So you did your best to ignore your unrequited feelings, focusing on finding love beyond him. There had been a couple boyfriends but most were scared away when you tried to bring them around the Ragnarssons. Ivar and Bjorn seemed to get particular enjoyment out of not-so-subtly threatening them. Hvitserk just openly glared the whole time, never saying a word of acknowledgement. Only Ubbe and Sigurd feigned being nice, but even that was less than desirable. Pretty quickly you stopped bringing boyfriends around. It was better for all parties if the Ragnarssons were not involved in your love life. What little it did consist of. 

 Suddenly, Erika's whisper-shout silenced the wedding conversation that was still happening around you. "Oh gods, they are coming over here! Shit! Act natural!" 

 "You're the only one freaking out." Torvi deadpanned, with a good-natured roll of her eyes. She looked up and smiled at Ubbe as he approached with his university friends. 

 "This here is my gorgeous fiancée, Torvi!" Ubbe announced, coming around and wrapping his arms around her waist to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek. She leaned back into his chest without a second thought, the action so instinctual. 

 "Aye, I remember you." One of Ubbe's friends, with a thick Irish accent, said. "You was datin' Bjorn when we first met."

 "Oh yeah, I remember that. One of you was super drunk and kept trying to take his pants off to piss in the fountain." She replied with a knowing smile. 

 The Irishman slung an arm around the dark-haired man, who winked in your direction earlier. "That would be Uhtred here! That was certainly a good night."

 The group laughed as Uhtred threw the Irishman's arm off and the two started a mock fist fight, ending with Uhtred putting the Irishman into a headlock. The two broke apart, laughing jovial and pushing one another like little boys. 

 "Right, where are my manners?" Ubbe said, once the two men settled somewhat. He pointed at each person as he named them, but kept his arms around his fiancée. "These guys are Finan, Uhtred and Sihtric, my mates from university. We roomed together in our first year, and the university couldn't separate us after, no matter how hard they tried. The other lovely ladies here are Erika, Siri and Y/n."

 You gave a polite smile when your name was said but dropped your gaze back to the beer in hand, fiddling with the wrapper on it. Uhtred made a point to catch your eye when you looked up, a charming smile on his face that you were sure made women drop their panties in a heartbeat. Even now you could feel his burning gaze on you, like oil gliding across your skin. 

 Soon Finan began sharing stories from back in their university days and some of the trouble they would get in, especially Ubbe, which made everyone laugh and Ubbe try to defend his honor or just hide his face in the crook of Torvi's neck. 

 "What are you thinking about?"

 You startled at the smooth, husky voice whispering in your ear. How Uhtred suddenly snuck up next to you was a little frightening. You pressed your hand over your racing heart, as if that alone would calm it down. "Um, nothing. Just….nothing." You took a sip of your drink to squelch your blabbering, unnerved and more than a little turned-on by the way his breath ghosted over your skin. 

 He raised a mocking brow, a devilish smirk on his lips as if he could somehow sense what his close proximity alone was doing to you. 

 You decided to break the tension. "It's Uhtred, right?"

 "Yes. Uhtred Ragnarsson."

 "Oh no, not another Ragnarsson!" You gasped, pretending to be horrified. 

 He laughed, a beautiful sound that had you swooning a little. Running a hand over the back of his neck, he grinned down at you. "Luckily, from a very different Ragnar. And how do you know Ubbe?"

 "We grew up together."

 "Ah, you're that y/n. I've heard a lot about you."

 "Hopefully all good things."

 "So far…" he leaned in closer, bringing his lips against your ear and setting your nerves alight, ".... but I wouldn't mind learning more about you."

 You swallowed, the low tone and those bedroom eyes made a warmth curl low in your belly. Your answer came out before you even could comprehend a response. "I'd like that."

 His smile grew, even as his face hovered just over yours. "Can I get you another drink?"

 "Please." 

 *****

 "Hvitty, what are you staring at?" Sigurd asked, taking a seat near his brothers. Although he may have been talking to Hvitserk, his gaze remained zeroed in a beautiful brunette nearby and the way she kept coyly glancing at him. 

 "Who is that guy?"

 Sigurd finally turned to look in the direction Hvitserk was glaring. "What guy?"

 "The one sitting with y/n." Hvitserk grumbled, rolling his beer bottle between his hands. 

 "You mean the one that looks like he wants to fuck her all night long?" Ivar said bluntly. His arrogant smirk grew when Hvitserk whipped his head around to give Ivar a withering look. Not that his elder brother's look bothered him, actually amusing him further, so he continued speaking. "Ubbe said he was inviting some university friends. Probably one of them."

 "I don't like him." Hvitserk spat out, returning his glare to you and this university friend of Ubbe's. The two of you were standing with a small group, listening to someone with a thick Irish accent tell some kind of story. Hvitserk gritted his teeth as he watched this friend lean down to whisper in your ear, making you smile and laugh. You tried to smack his chest but the guy caught your hand in the last second and brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your palm while gazing at you with a look that radiated hunger. 

 "Why?" Ivar needled, watching the drama play out before him with unrestrained glee. 

 Hvitserk finally answered after a minute, caught up in watching you smile bashfully up at the dark-haired stranger, who tugged you towards some nearby chairs. "I don't….I don't trust him."

 Normally the two youngest sons of Ragnar were like oil and water; but in this moment, they glanced at each other and back to their elder brother with matching looks of mischief. 

 "Where is that girl that was sitting on your lap earlier? Figured you would have gone back to her place or up to your bedroom by now." Sigurd casually questioned Hvitserk, leaning back in his seat. "She was pretty, seemed like your type."

 "No, my dear brother, he got rid of her just after he noticed y/n and that guy talking." Ivar said with a shit-eating grin. 

 Hvitserk wanted to snarl at his brothers, tell them to mind their own business. Instead he took a long draw of his beer, pointedly ignoring them. Of course, Ivar would notice something so miniscule as that. His youngest brother noticed everything. Yes, Hvitserk had a girl on his lap, his hands and lips trailing over her exposed skin. The fire in his blood instantly cooled when he looked up long enough to see the stranger talking to you. Without a second thought, he pushed the girl off of his lap, much to her protests and chagrin, and moved to take a seat next to Ivar. He pretended he just wanted some air when really he could not drag his eyes off of you. 

 The youngest Ragnarsson continued, hand tapping idly on one of his leg braces. "It has been some time since y/n had a boyfriend. This might be good for her." 

 "Maybe she'll get laid tonight." Sigurd raised his beer bottle in a mock salute before taking a sip.  

 That last comment pushed him over the edge. Wordlessly, Hvitserk jumped to his feet and walked away, unable to hear it anymore. It was no secret, him and his brothers were protective of you and had chased off a fair number of guys over the years. Though, their protective streak waned after you finally confronted them about leaving your love life alone. Since then, the brothers kept an eye on you but no longer interfered unless you signaled them. The arrangement made sense, you never involved yourself in the many women the brothers pursued, so now they showed you equal courtesy. 

 For some reason tonight, it was different. 

 The flaxen-haired Ragnarsson walked past the other party-goers, ignoring the cheers, laughs, and few calls for his attention. A drinking game started at the fold-out table situated in the grass. Music filled the air, Ubbe's taste in music since this was his party. Suddenly though, it was all too much. 

 Storming inside the house the brothers shared with no real destination in mind except to just move, he was pleased to find the kitchen vacant. Leaning against the marble counter in the kitchen, he ran his hands over his braids, heart pounding for some reason. The urge to punch something, or someone, seemed to grow with each second that passed. He absent-mindedly wondered if this was how Ivar felt all the time. 

 Peering out the window over the kitchen sink, he could see you sitting next to Ubbe's dark-haired friend on a lawn chair. From this position, it appeared you were almost in the guy's lap. One of your hands clasped a beer while the other toyed with the necklace you habitually wore. With a wicked look, the stranger leaned over to whisper in your ear, one of his hands resting on your hip. Whatever he said made you laugh, as you threw your head back, mirth spilling from you. For anyone else, it would have been sweet to watch the two of you, a connection and a growing infatuation evident. 

 The scene caused Hvitserk's blood to boil. He gripped onto the counter's edge to ground himself before he went out there and punched the guy. It made no sense. He had no right to try and separate the two of you. Feelings be damned, every part of his body revolted at the scene unfolding before him and how he allowed it to happen. Slamming his eyes shut, he silently counted to ten, willing himself to settle. He knew he needed to walk away….but his feet refused to move. 

 "Hey, Hvitserk."

 Slowly opening his eyes, he looked over his shoulder at the call of his name. A pretty blonde stood just inside the kitchen, twirling a piece of hair around her finger with an enticing smile and a body begging to be touched. He remembered her. He fucked her a week ago. Staring at her now, her name continued to slip his mind. Did he even know her name at the time?

 "Hey." He replied unenthusiastically, maintaining his grip on the counter edge. 

 "What are you doing in here?" She asked, walking closer to him, her hips swaying with each step. 

 "Nothing."

 "Oh, well are you bored? Do you need some company?" She trailed a finger down his arm, peeking at him through her long lashes. "I can think of a few ways this night could end for us."

 He looked down at her. Any other time he would have jumped her in a heartbeat. It would have been almost too easy to drag her upstairs and fuck her until they were both delirious with pleasure. 

 "I'm good." He stated, looking away from her and back out the window. 

 "You sure I can't change your mind? I mean last time we had…."

 Uncaring of how harsh he sounded, he shrugged her arm off. "I said I'm good. Fuck off."

 Her eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed at him and she took a step back. "Fine. Fuck you, Hvitserk." She stomped out of the kitchen, each step a clatter on the hard floor. 

 "You just tried." He muttered to himself, dropping his head to his chest.  

 What was wrong with him? He knew what it was though. Or more specifically- who. A war waged in his chest and he worried the repercussions of either side winning. This limbo would surely kill him. 

 Peering out the window, he could not take his eyes off of you. Although you vehemently disagreed, he thought you always looked beautiful. Tonight though, in the fading sunlight, you looked gorgeous. Like a new light had been ignited in you, radiating joy and life. It was mesmerizing to witness. 

 "Hey! Probably should start wrapping the party up in an hour or so. Way more people turned out than I thought." Ubbe said with a beaming smile as he walked into the kitchen, dropping some empty beer bottles on the counter. At his brother's silence, he stopped and really looked at him. "Hvitty, you alright, man?"

 "Yeah, of course." He snarked, not in the mood for his older brother's prying. "Why wouldn't I be?"

 "First, you're lingering in the kitchen like some housecat looking for food, which I guess isn't that strange."

 Hvitserk's lips twitched but he continued to stare out the window.

 "Secondly, it looks like you're trying to set Uhtred's head on fire with how hard you are staring."

 He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face."It's nothing, Ubbe. Don't worry about it. Go head back out."

 After a moment, Ubbe grabbed two new beers from the cooler and came over to his brother's side, passing him one of the drinks. With a murmured thanks, Hvitserk took it, immediately popping the top and taking a long draw. They stood silently for several minutes, just sipping on their beers and watching the party outside in companionable silence. 

 "You going to tell her?" Ubbe finally asked, keeping his gaze straight ahead. 

 Hvitserk stiffened and pressed his lips together, the urge to hit something renewed after Ubbe's question. 

 "You can't get mad at her for wanting love and attention, especially when she's not getting it from the person she wants it from most." Ubbe glanced over at his sullen brother but plowed on. "Look, I know you like fucking around but if you expect her to keep waiting around for you….she won't. And it looks like she and Uhtred are really hitting it off. I won't stop them just cause you won't tell her how you feel."

 "What are you saying, Ubbe?" He growled, though if the steadily increasing anger was directed more at his brother or himself, he could not tell. 

 "I'm saying man up and tell her, or let her go. It's up to you." With a clap on the shoulder, Ubbe headed back outside. 

 Hvitserk took a sip of his beer, Ubbe's words bouncing around in his head. Over the years, the crush you had on him had not gone unnoticed, though he never addressed it. Ubbe eventually confronted him about it, forcing Hvitserk to reveal his own secret. He knew what he wanted. He had known for a long time. Was it too late though? Had he fucked up his chances for real happiness? Did he even deserve you anymore?

 *****

 You laughed, covering your mouth to try and muffle the uproarious sound. "That one was great! Ok, ok, tell me another."

 Uhtred sat behind you on the lawn chair, smiling broadly as he took a sip of his beer. Since he walked over to you at the beginning of the party, the two of you had been inseparable. He seemed to take particular pleasure out of making you laugh and currently he was telling you some of the best and worst pick-up lines he knew. Apparently, him and Finan liked to come up with new ones when they were bored. 

 He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest as he whispered in your ear. "You're so hot, even my zipper is falling for you."

 Giggling, you covered your face. Not just because of the silly line but ever since the two of you sat down, him practically pulling you into his lap, he had you teetering on the edge of arousal. The way his broad chest felt pressed against you, the rumble sound when he chuckled, and those damn bedroom eyes with that smirk which promised so many beautiful, naughty things. It was driving you insane. 

 "Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm really feeling a connection." He said, his hand slowly trailing up and down your thigh. 

 "Please tell me someone has used that."

 "Finan did at a pub once."

 "I don't know him, but I'm guessing it worked." 

 Uhtred chuckled, giving you a playful wink. "It did."

 You tried to tamper down the butterflies dancing in your belly from that simple action. "Alright, what is one you've never used?"

 He thought about it for a second then in a flash, he licked up the rim of your ear. 

 "What?" You squirmed and tried to wipe your ear off. "What was that for?"

 He laughed, while his hand kept you pinned to him. "If you lick something, you get to keep it. Everyone knows that. So now you're mine."

 "Well if you're going to claim me, you could have done it without licking my ear."

 You swore his eyes darkened as he stared down at you. His voice husky as he whispered in your ear. "And if there are other parts of you I want to lick?"

 Your breath caught in your throat, desire slipping through your blood. "Guess you need to work on your lines." You whispered back, hoping it sounded confident but sure it sounded more needy with want. 

 "I'm a man of action, I'd rather show you what I want to do."

 "Like what?"

 With a cocky smirk, he slowly lowered his head until his lips touched yours. You gasped but gave in without remorse, allowing him to lead you in a slow dance. His lips were pure seduction, caressing and teasing, making you yearn for more. His tongue flicked over your lips before he pulled back, eyes scanning over your face to gauge your reaction. 

 "That….that was much more convincing than a pick-up line." You breathed out. 

 "I'm glad you approve."

 "What else can you show me?"

 His gaze dropped back to your lips and you tensed with anticipation. 

 "Y/N!!" 

 You almost gave yourself whip-lash with how quickly you spun your head around at the call of your name. You saw Hvitserk approaching, hands in fists by his side and jaw clenched. His abrupt yell had most of those still around watching the two of you with curiosity. 

 "What?" You asked, your body vibrating with confusion and need.

 "Come here. I need to talk to you." He kept his hard gaze on you, making you feel like a child about to be reprimanded by their older sibling. 

 "Can we talk later?"

 "No, it's important."

 "She's busy right now." Uhtred declared, snaking his arm around your waist. You knew the move was possessive and with the way Hvitserk's eyes narrowed and burned with intensity, you knew Uhtred's move was not for your sake.

 Hvitserk met your eyes, pleading in a way you had never seen before and his tone suddenly soft. "Y/n….please."

 You sighed, those damn puppy dog eyes. "Fine, this better be important." You grumbled, removing yourself from Uhtred's embrace. 

 "Don't take too long, I'll be waiting." Uhtred said, flashing you a charming smirk. 

 You smiled at Uhtred then followed Hvitserk back towards the house. There were a few looks of confusion from those you passed by that you caught, but otherwise most people ignored the two of you, too focused on the party. Besides, everyone knew you and Hvitserk were friends so it was no surprise to see you in one another's company. 

 Your mind wandered as to what the issue could be. Surprise coursed through you as he led you up the stairs towards the brothers' bedrooms. Once Ivar, in a drunken fit, insulted a girl so harshly she had burst into inconsolable, wailing tears, forcing the brothers to pull her away into one of their rooms to calm her down. Maybe something like that had happened again? You tried to remember if you saw Ivar recently but realized you had been too absorbed in Uhtred to truly take notice. 

 Hvitserk led you into his bedroom, the door slamming closed behind you. With a quick glance you noted the two of you were alone. The bed was still made, so he had not brought a girl up yet. Confusion continued to mount within you. 

 "What's going on?" You finally asked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. 

 Instead of answering, he paced several times in front of you, running his hands over his braids. A couple times he stopped, turning to you and opening his mouth but then immediately closed it to continue pacing. It was quickly becoming infuriating. Plus he was going to ruin his braids with how hard he was running his hands over them. 

 "Hvitty, you need to tell me what is going on or I'm going to go back out. You said it was important."

 His pacing ceased. Twisting to face you, he threw his hands up as he exclaimed, "I want you to marry me!"

 You froze. Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. Only in your wildest fantasies did you ever think you would hear that uttered from his mouth. Years ago, you had buried that fantasy, knowing it would never come to pass. Now you stared at him, staring at you. Both of you seemed shocked by what he just blurted. 

 "Fuck, that's not what I meant to say first." 

 "So….so you don't want to marry me?" You tried to clarify, your mind scrambling to make sense of what just happened. 

 Mumbling something unintelligible, he ran his hands once more over his braids; then in what appeared a split second decision, he advanced closer, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Yes. I do. Fuck. I'm doing this all wrong."

 "Hvitserk, what is going on?"

 He sighed, placing his hands over yours as if to steady himself. His words poured forth like a confession, secrets finally freed yet terrified by the light now on them. "Ever since we were children, it's always been you. Whenever I thought about getting married, buying a house, having children….it was always with you. Never have I thought about it with anyone else. It's always been you….and….and it terrified me. You are one of my closest friends, gods, I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life. I couldn't lose that, lose you. And with watching my parents and their marriage, I didn't….I didn't want us to go through something like that. So I never said anything. I fucked around because it was easier to pretend to be ok with that than realize I only ever saw you in my future….you've all I've ever wanted."

 Stunned, you gaped at him for a long time. "Why…." You licked your lips, mind fumbling to formulate a question. "Why are you telling me this now?"

 "Because you needed to know, or I just needed to tell you. I guess, I just needed to know if you would choose me, even after everything I've done. But if you rather be with someone like that guy out there, I get it. I mean, I figured I lost my chance years ago….but watching you out there. Fuck! I want it to be me. I want your smiles and laughs. I want to steal kisses from you. I want you in my bed, to roll over and hold you close. I want to live with you and kiss you before we leave for work. I want to watch you grow round with our child. I want the fights and frustrations. I just….it's always been you. I just want you….in everything."

 The two of you remained frozen in place for several minutes, his confession weighing heavily in the air around you. You stared into his earnest, brown eyes, searching them, studying them, confirming the truth. His words peeled back the layers you had built around your heart, to protect it from loving him too much. 

 In this moment you knew you teetered on the edge of a knife. If you fell one way, it would be into his arms, into a love you had only ever dreamed about. But if you fell the other way, everything would remain how it had been, you could be friends, freeing you both to pursue others. But this knowledge shared between you would haunt both of your actions forever. 

 Could you do it? After so long of pining after him, of your unrequited affections, did you trust him to fully reciprocate? 

 In your heart, you knew your answer even as he spoke. It laid there tattooed on your heart ever since you were children. 

 You finally broke the tense silence, bringing a hand up to lightly run over his frizzed braids. "You know, most guys ask a girl out on a date first before asking to marry them."

 He chuckled, catching your hand and pressing it to the side of his face. "That's true." 

 "Ask me."

 "What?" His brow furrowed faintly as he stared up at you, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. 

 You took a deep breath before a small smile teased your lips. "Ask me to go on a date with you."

 "Y/n, will you go on a date with me?"

 "Yes. I would love to."

 His face beamed with a boyish smile and bright eyes alight. It made your heart stutter at how handsome he was, at the pure, genuine joy radiating from him. Surprising you, he kissed your palm quickly before a gleeful laugh escaped him. You could not help your own giggle. Everything felt so surreal, like the two of you had stepped into a dream, a bubble of your own making. Here, reality was irrelevant. You stared at one another with stupid smiles on your faces but neither cared.  

 "Can I kiss you?" He asked softly, gazing up at you with such a look of adoration, you felt yourself melting. 

 "You better."

 Without waiting an extra second, he captured your lips in a kiss that bespoke of longing. It started off with gentle, probing kisses that urged you to respond. A call you had no qualms about answering. Your tongue flicked against the seam of his lips and that was the key to unlock his restraint. Next thing you knew, you were on your back with him hovering over you, worshiping you using his mouth and tongue. You were utterly at his mercy and for once, you completely surrendered yourself to his touch, knowing he would be there to catch you. 

 The two of you laid there on his bed, tangled in one another, your mouths fused together as if you needed the other to continue breathing. Finally when air became a desperate necessity, he pulled back. Immediately, though, he set his forehead to yours, unwilling to move further away than that. 

 "Did you... want to go back out….to the party?" He panted out, his chest heaving just as much as yours. 

 You giggled, running a finger over his cheek to trace his deliciously, swollen lips. "No, I have everything I've ever wanted right here."

 Then you kissed him, letting him taste the truth on your tongue. Soon you became absorbed in each other's touch, utterly entwined and unwilling to ever part again. If this was what it meant to be lost in love, you both hoped to never be found. 

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Drunk / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU  Request [Ivar x F!Reader]

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requested by: @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom ♡ “Drunk Ivar & Reader”

author’s note: thanks to the notes on this post, you’ll all be subjected to the written requests.

synopsis: Getting drunk with Ivar and learning how this man doesn’t suffer from whiskey dick.

content warning(s): uh, smut. yeah.

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“You and Hvitserk have a lot of time alone in the ambulance, right?” Ivar asks, eyes blinking slowly as the tequila takes to his bloodstream, four separate shots already claiming their victory. You only nod in response. “And you guys talk a lot, right?” Comes his next question and you nod once more. “Did he ever tell you about the time he dated Ubbe’s first ex-wife?” Your head shot up to see his, still smiling with a plastered drunk smirk, dork-like as he rested his chin on his folded hands. “He never told you? Oops.” And he laughed.

“No—but you are,” You say back, sliding the now half empty bottle of tequila across the granite counter top to meet his palm. There’s an easiness to his hands still, pouring another shot and he counts down with you, tossing the clear liquid back and now he’s starting to grimace slightly with each additional shot.

“Ubbe and her were married for like a year, maybe—I don’t even remember. Right out of college and then they divorced.”

“Ubbe is older than Hvitserk.”

“Right.” Ivar says, shot glass tipped towards you.

“So the lady was older than Hvitserk too?”

“Right, again. See—so smart.” Ivar replies, tapping the glass against his temple. “Hvitserk was getting his paramedic certificate, and seeing her on the side—when she was legally divorced.” He added, pouring another shot.

“So Hvitserk has a mommy kink because he’s into older women?” You say, timed right as Ivar tosses the shot back and your words register in his mind and suddenly the alcohol burns for another reason. There’s a few coughs that come from his mouth and you can’t help the sly smile from your lips.

“Please never use ‘Hvitserk’ and ‘mommy kink’ in the same sentence, babe,” Ivar says, still trying to calm the coughing fit that you sent him into.

“Make me,” You say, the words leaving your lips as you round the counter. Ivar’s head tips and you trace your eyes from his down his body and then back up again. “Unless you think you’re suffering from whiskey-dick,” Ivar steps into your space suddenly, pinning you against the counter like prey and you feel the quick flutters of your heart beat increase, sending the pulsations down your body and trickling into your middle as he presses up against you.

“I’m not, but I think just to be safe we should stay right here,” Ivar says, his hands catching the edge of the granite and he ducks his head to catch your gaze. “What do you think?” And his eyes flicker, drunk-ness draining from them and replaced with fire and you no sooner pull his mouth to yours. Rushed as your lips tangle, sending the tequila from both of your tongues to mix, Ivar spins you in his grasp and presses your chest over the cooling stone.

There’s a swat from his hand on your backside and you moan, cheek pressing against the display of colors and Ivar so enjoys the sounds you make after your skin takes to his quick pace. It’s the fix you both need, going back to the drinking games between the two of you but you want to feel him leak from your cunt for the remainder of the night. Your thoughts stop when you feel Ivar push into you, quickly your walls spread and you try to press your head against the counter but there’s no additional space. Suddenly Ivar’s hands pull you up enough, resting his weight against you and one of his hands finds yours. The snaps of his hips are quick, strong and forceful and you can hear the glasses clinking in the cupboard above the two of you as he grunts with each movement. 

The sounds of your wetness catch between both of you, shaking and starting to limp in his grasp as he speeds up, arms crushing against you and you can feel the overwhelming build take to your skin. Churning deeply and then you’re right on the cusp, wanting to tell Ivar but all your lips can produce are small mews, whines of his name and then your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Strongest to date and you scream, fluid meeting both of you and Ivar stills as he feels it, soaking where you are connected and dripping to his upper thighs. He can feel your body loosen in his grasp, floating in the pleasured headspace and you hear him moan something about how good you are, how well you take him and then you hear him groan as he comes, filling you with his release and pressing the two of you against the counter. 

It grows sticky between your thighs, Ivar still panting in your ear as he pulls back, the tip of his cock slipping out and he grabs your panties quickly to catch the mess that’s coming in his wake. There’s a whine from your mouth as he moves, putting space between the two of you and the noise guts him. You sound like you’ve been shot and he’s quick to turn you around.

“What?” He asks, and you nuzzling against his chest, legs still shaky and you can’t even articulate what you’re feeling.

“I wanna shower,” You say in a whine and Ivar can’t cover his confusion if his life depended on it. “Never done that before,” and then it hits him and he can’t stop the spread of the bastard smirk that claims his lips at your confession.

“Let’s go shower baby,’ Ivar says, lifting you onto the counter to get leverage to carrying you through his apartment. “And then we’re going to get well acquainted with that sensation,”

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[alicedopey]

The Wallflower

Gorgeous moodboard made by the talented @naaladareia Thanks babe !

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Hvitserk x Plus-size reader

Genre: Modern AU, Drama, Angst, Romance

Words: 1742

Warnings: Angst, some self-depreciation (barely)

Summary: The only thing you wish for is to dance...

A/N: Here is my contribution to @youbloodymadgenius​ 1k Celebration. I’ll let you find out which famous line I picked up, it would spoil the plot. This might turn into a multipart series, depends if you like this one or not.

Your boss was a flirt. Well, one of them was, to be exact. When every employee of the food company you were working for had learnt that two young Danish men had bought the firm from your very American boss, brows were raised. What would they make of it?

Two years later, it turned out they had drastically changed it and made it one of the most famous brands of Danish food in the United States. Those different brothers seemed to complete each other and formed an effective duet.

Ivar was very professional, blunt, harsh sometimes but his mind was swirling with ideas and he knew how to deal with all the competitors his company could cross path with.

Hvitserk was…quite the opposite. He was the cook so he was very creative and more easy-going, funny, smiling and very friendly. Sometimes, he was even too friendly; you reminded yourself as you heard a fit of giggles coming from your other female colleagues on the other side of the room where Hvitserk was probably telling one of his silly stories or praising the women with endless compliments.

It would be a lie to pretend that he was not very charming but contrary to most of your colleagues, you did not take the praises coming out of his mouth very seriously. It was just in his nature to flirt with every girl he met and that also included an older and heavier woman like you. In your mind, Hvitserk could not date a woman like you but rather a perfect looking woman who would shine next to him. It was perfectly fine. Your curves were not everyone’s cup of tea but you did not mind because they were yours and you loved them – well, more like learned to love them.

“So…what did you decide to do for your reunion this weekend?”

Your brows furrowed at your closest colleague’s question and your eyes looked away from Hvitserk. “What do you mean? I already told you I was going.”

“Not that.” Lisa scoffed. “Did you find someone to go with?”

“I did not look for anybody. I’m going alone.”

“You can’t do that.” She replied in a categorical tone. “This would be highly humiliating.”

Lisa was known for being overdramatic over many things so you were not surprised she was reacting this way.

“I was single at the time, you know.” You tried to reason patiently with her. “So, it won’t be a surprise for them if that still is the case fifteen years later.”

Her eyes widened. “You are kidding, right?” She exclaimed a little bit too loud for your liking. “You have to…okay, you know what? I will help you find someone. In fact, I think my brother is free this weekend. I can ask him, he wouldn’t mind.”

“No, thank you.” You had already met the man. He was nice and handsome but not very discreet, just like his sister. “Besides, I don’t like the blind date thing.”

Lisa leaned forwards and whispered, “Pay someone then…” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Right. Paying for a man to play your date, way to boost your ego. You knew Lisa meant well but the more she kept suggesting things, the more humiliated you felt. “No.”

She looked at you as if you were too stubborn for your own good. “You know, having a date means you would be able to dance…”

You sighed. She clearly knew which weak spot to strike on. “Lisa…”

“Good morning, ladies!”

The two of you startled at Hvitserk’s voice. “What’s the topic today?”

“Convincing Y/N to bring a date to her high school reunion.” Lisa answered without thinking. She instantly mouthed an “I’m sorry” as Hvitserk looked at you questioningly.

Thankfully, he did not have the time to make any comment as Ivar entered the room. Every employee ran back to work and even Hvitserk left hurriedly to join his brother, which brought a smile to your lips.

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The rest of the week went in a blur. After her little mishap, Lisa did not insist on the date issue and Hvitserk did not mention anything either. He probably did not care or even remember it for that matter. So, that Friday night, you got dressed with a nice dark blue dress, high heels, called for an Uber and arrived at your high school, ready to have a good time.

The moment you entered the enormous gymnasium of your old high school when the party was taking place, you were brought back to the past. Some of your friends instantly greeted you and you were all so happy to see each other again and share some memories that none of you really lost too much time thinking about your current marital status or your professional situation.

There was a huge buffet to enjoy, the music was a nice reflecting of the past parties you had attended. Everyone enjoyed themselves on the dance floor, especially you.

Dancing was a real joy and a great opportunity to express yourself. When you were dancing, you forgot everything and everyone around you to just focus on the music and how it made you feel free and finally yourself.

Then, slow-dancing time came. This was the moment when you had to get out of the picture and go back to your usual spot, against a pillar or a wall.

Being curvy had its flaws when you were a teenager. You could not say you had suffered from bullying because you had a strong personality and was not afraid to fight back when you needed to. No. The worse part was during the parties. No boy would invite you to dance, even amongst your friends. It looked like friendship had its limits. You thought things could change with time since teenage years were always considered as the hardest ones when you did not fit in completely. You were clearly wrong. You were an adult now and no men wanted to dance with the fat girl. Nothing had changed and nothing would.

You watched the couples on the dance floor with a sting in your chest. It was probably time for you to go home instead of brooding like you usually did.

“Care to dance?” Your eyes turned away from the dancing couples to meet those of the owner’s voice. Your jaw opened slightly when you saw Hvitserk Ragnarsson standing in front of you dressed in a dark suit, his middle length hair tied in a loose bun.

“Come on.” He extended his hand. “Nobody puts baby in a corner.”

You smiled and put your hand in his. Hvitserk led you to the dance floor. He pulled your curvaceous body against his hard one, his hand on the small of your back and the two of you gently swayed to the music. This was completely new to you, it felt so nice. Tears were welling up in your eyes so you closed them for a few seconds. When you opened them back, the green eyes of your boss were looking at you with gentleness and concern.

You smiled. “Why are you here, Mister Ragnarsson?”

“Hvitserk.” He replied. “Why don’t we enjoy the night, first? I promise I will answer all of your questions afterwards.”

You nodded. Hvitserk winked at you.

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The two of you did enjoy your night. After sharing a few dances, Hvitserk met your friends. He introduced himself as your boyfriend which led you to choke on your drink. Nonetheless, you did not correct him, secretly enjoying the fact that some of your friends were watching you with some obvious jealousy. It was a nice change for once.

At the end of the night, Hvitserk offered to drive you home and you accepted. The ride was silent, awfully silent but you did not wish to break this silence. You felt almost afraid to ask him why he was here because you did not want to discover this was out of pity.

Almost too soon, he parked in front of your little house and turned off the engine. You knew there was no other chance to escape explanation time.

“You did not have to do it, you know.” You finally said, your eyed fixed on the windshield. “As I said to Lisa, I don’t mind going alone. I certainly do not need…”

“Pity?”

This made you look at him. “Exactly.”

“I don’t do the pity thing, I only do what I want to do. And I can assure you I wanted to be with you tonight…I just wish you would have asked me.”

You felt a little bit comforted at his words but choose not to read too much into them. “Thank you, then. I had a great night.”

“I did too. Would do it again whenever you want to.”

Once again, you chose to ignore any deeper meaning behind his words and simply smiled at him. He smiled back.

“So…can I get a good night kiss?”

You burst out laughing at this. Now, that was more like Hvitserk. You chuckled, leaned in and kissed his cheek. His facial hair tickled your lips. Then you realized what you had just done, meaning pecking your boss on the cheek and abruptly straightened up. Heat was creeping up your neck and ears. Hvitserk was looking at you with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

“I did not know you had watched Dirty Dancing.” You blurted out to embarrass him. He chuckled though.

“I never did. I heard it from one of the ladies at the office. Guess I spend too much time in marketing.”

He winked and you felt yourself blushing again although this time, you smiled at him.

“Good night, Hvitserk.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You got out of the car, walked to your front door, opened it then closed it behind you without even looking back at him once. You did not wish to show him he had charmed you even more, particularly because you were convinced he was not interested in you at all.

But Hvitserk’s eyes never left your body, enjoying its every curve until you had disappeared behind your closed door. Then he started his car and left, a satisfied smile lingering on his lips.

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[curvynerdfan]

Wolf of Kattegat

Thank you @boomhauer for requesting. This is the longest piece I’ve ever written totalling over 3.5k words. It has definitely put me in an Ubbe mood! I hope you enjoy it!

Ubbe x tattoo artist reader

Ubbe was giddy when he woke up Thursday morning. Hvitserk had managed to get Ubbe scheduled with his tattoo artist. His brother’s tattoo artist was renown in Kattegat and all of the surrounding cities.Their art was immaculate and it was surprisingly difficult for Ubbe to get an appointment without Hvitserk’s help. He could have always asked Ivar but that kind of frustration didn’t appeal to him.

It still shocked him that it was so difficult for him, a Ragnarsson, to get on the artist’s schedule. He knew she was phenomenal, that is why he was willing to wait. But who in their right mind would deny Ragnar Lothbrok’s son.They must be insane, it was very rare for someone to be unaware of his family’s line of work. The Lothbrok legacy was known across the country and no one dared cross them, those who did rarely lived to regret it. The High Seat Incorporation was involved in a plethora of business endeavors. It’s name paid homage to Odin and everyone’s deep seated belief that the Lothbrok family descended directly from the All Father.

While he could have gone to his typical tattoo shop, this tattoo was special to him. His father was referred to as the “Wolf of Kattegat” and he now felt confident in stepping down as leader and letting Ubbe take over. Bjorn took over foriegn affairs after his uncle Rollo’s betrayal. Many people thought that Bjorn would be the next leader of the Lothbroks, he was passionate about travel and felt like he was following in his father’s footsteps but still being his own man. Hvitserk’s role was much more on the criminal side of the business. He enjoyed participating in the night life and was typically running their club or meeting with unnamed business partners. . Ivar majored in architectural and mechanical engineering but always wanted to be involved in raids. He was also called in to retrieve information, when typical methods of torture just weren’t cutting it. .Lastly Sigurd was in charge of the creative qualities behind their business. Of course the family was involved in criminal activity but a majority of the business was legitimate. Sigurd helped with marketing, contracts and business relations. The new tattoo was going to signify Ubbe’s new status, while honoring his father at the same time. ========================================================================

“We aren’t open for walk-ins until 12pm darling,” she said without lifting her head, “ You’re three hours too early.”

“No, I believe I am right on time.” a gruff voice responded.

Y/N snapped her head up and almost gave herself whiplash. She had never seen a man this stunning and powerful in her life. She felt her jaw drop and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and dark wash jeans. There were several pieces of jewelry adorning his body. A chain with several charms that looked like runes, a golden band resting on his wrist, and a skull ring were the most notable.

“I have an appointment with Y/N. I hope she is in. I even brought a peach green tea, like mother said.”, he gestured, lifting the large iced drink in his right hand while keeping his coffee in his left.

Ubbe was beginning to worry. While the girl behind the counter seemed nice and was no doubt talented based on the sketches he was staring at, she didn’t necessarily give off the vibe of the talented and high end tattoo artist responsible for the work he has seen on his family members. She was wearing an oversized cardigan and a pair of ripped jeans. Sure there were tattoos peaking out but the glasses resting on top of her french braided hair did not give off badass tattoo artist vibes. A smirk creeped across his face when he realized she was gawking at him and cleared his throat to get her attention again.

“ Ohh, um, yeah I can take you back and get you set up”, Y/N said with a small smile.

Ubbe followed the lovely lady through the back of the parlor and design studio, up a flight of stairs and was happy to see how professional Y/N’s workplace was. Not that the downstairs parlor was trashy, it was just obvious for the public. This area seemed intimate and very classy. A shapeable leather tattoo chair was in the center of the room. It appeared that the artist can manipulate the chair so the arm rests and leg rests could be extended or bent for the customer’s comfort.

“You can have a seat,” Y/N gestured to the chair “I’ll go make sure everything is ready.”

The girl walked out of the room and Ubbe couldn’t help but hope that she was going to get his artist. While alone, he took in the rest of his surroundings. The walls were pitch black but there were large windows with sheer curtains to keep the room light and airy. A massive mirror sat between the two windows so clients could check their work. There were also framed pieces of artwork scattered across the room. The tattoo cart sat to the side of the chair and could move as the artist pleased.

Ubbe realized he had been observing the space for a while and quickly sat down when he heard the door began to open. He tried to look relaxed and nonchalant so he stared at one of the art pieces, a muscular panther resting in a tree. It was a beautiful piece that seemed to possess raw power even though the beast was snoozing.

Y/N had quickly ran into her apartment once she got Ubbe settled in her studio. She made sure there was nothing in her teeth, added a quick swipe of lipgloss and sprayed some more perfume. The man in her studio was gorgeous. Everyone she questioned before accepting Ubbe as a client failed to mention that particular trait. He oozed power and an air of dominance. She could tell he was in charge of any situation but was confident instead of cocky. That trait obviously ran in the family.

“So, when will Y/N be here?”, Ubbe finally asked, he was really starting to doubt whether he’d be getting a tattoo today.

Y/N did a double take, “What? What do you mean, when will I be here?”

Ubbe looked shocked and he was astonished. Then she realized that neither of them introduced themselves..

“Oh wow! Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I’ll be your artist today!” she said with a sheepish smile,”I am sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’ll take that tea from you now.” she reached her hand out.

“My apologies, I assumed you knew what I looked like.”, Ubbe apologized.

He quickly handed over her drink, their fingers brushing when he passed the drink off. When Y/N reached to grab the drink, the oversized aztec-patterned cardigan fell off of her shoulder revealing detailed snake tattoos trailing across her left collarbone and shoulder.. It also revealed what may be a bralette or some kind of black laced tank top. Ubbe let out a huff when he took in her appearance for a second time. His eyes darkened when he realized how beautiful she really was. The fluffy and plain cardigan with what he believed were called ‘mom jeans’ gave her a demure and almost frumpy look. The outfit was definitely more for comfort than aesthetic. He couldn’t help but admire her body and the artwork that enhanced it. He also noticed chunky snake earrings dangling from her ears and a chain necklace caressing her throat.

“Alright, here is the finished tattoo outline. Please be honest and let me know if there is anything else we need to alter before we start. It won’t hurt my feelings. Every tattoo has a special meaning and I want you to be able to look at it with pride.” Y/N rambled before gently placing the sketch in his lap before setting up her rolling cart.

A small smirk rose on Ubbe’s face. While Y/N was obviously flustered, he could tell that she was passionate about her trade and dedicated to giving her clients the best experience possible. She wandered over to a black minifridge and patted the top of it where a keurig rested.

“While you look your tattoo over I can run through some basics I find important. Your brothers said you already have plenty of tattoos so I hope you know how to care for them properly. Either way, I have a set of printed instructions for you and I usually have customers come in a week after getting inked so I can lay eyes on it and make sure no touch ups are needed. I will also provide you with a healing salve and cleaning solution.” Y/N waved her hand over the fridge, “You’re getting a decent-sized tattoo with a significant amount of shading so we need to make sure to take breaks. I have a wide variety of snacks and drinks available. Feel free to stop me at any time for any reason. Today is all about making sure you have the best experience possible and the tattoo is something you love. That being said, do you have any questions or are there any alterations I need to make before we get started?”

Y/N finished her spiel and shrugged off the cardigan on her shoulders. Ubbe began to answer her, but lost his words when her body lost the cardigan. He was slowly beginning to realize that Y/N may be his dream girl. Her jeans were higher on her hips and he stopped breathing for a second when he came to the conclusion that she really was just wearing a bralette for a top. He could see a rose peaking out on her right hip and tried to stop himself from imagining how far down that design trailed.

A dainty giggle brought Ubbe back to the conversation again, “Umm”, he shook his head to clear it, “No there is nothing I’d like to change and I will let you know if I have any other questions. Thank you for being so helpful.”

“Okie dokie then! Let’s get started!” Y/N said clapping her hands together. “Uh, I think you’re going to have to take your shirt off.” she stated, her voice slowly softened to a whisper.

Ubbe chuckled to himself and began taking his shirt off and Y/N gently told him to leave it on halfway. He wanted the tattoo on his right forearm so only his right side had to be uncovered. Her client’s comfort was always her first priority and even though she would love to see that hunk of a man completely naked, she knew it was better to be professional.

She began to lay the outline down where they had decided to place it and tried her best to keep her gaze from wandering to his delicious abs and bulging arm veins. Y/N softly grabbed Ubbe’s hand and dragged him in front of the mirror. Trying to guide the muscular man was a little more difficult than she had expected. She tripped herself up while leading him and felt his other hand wrap around her waist, in hopes of steadying her.

Ubbe notice Y/N get her boot hung up on a floor board and quickly grabbed her waist with the hand she hadn’t already claimed. He pulled her to him with his right hand and steadied her with his left. He let out a sigh of relief once they were both steady. Y/N gasped, and her free hand went to rest on his chest. Ubbe looked her over to make sure she was okay. His eyes trailed up her body, eyes pausing on the curve of her waist and again on her breasts before quickly trailing back up to her face. Y/N’s eyes were zeroes in on Ubbe’s face. Her eyes were trained on his lips. Ubbe let out a hum that Y/N could feel in the palm of her hand and snapped her eyes up to his.

“I, uh,” she shook her head, “yeah, um, look over the outline in the mirror and from other angles. Every once in a while a client can find an angle that ruins the aesthetic, so make sure you love where it is at.” she said, gently pushing away from him and walking over to grab her drink off of the cart.

The refreshing drink helped her clear mind and her throat. Ooo, that man made her heart race faster than anyone before. After a couple of long pulls from her drink she looked up and smiled when she noticed he really was analyzing the design from every angle.

“This tattoo means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”, her voice soft but curious.

He nodded his head and made his way to the chair, “ It really looks phenomenal the way it is Y/N, thank you.”

She blushed and let out a soft “thanks.”

He settled into the chair and she dragged her rolling seat and cart across the room. She pulled gloves onto her hands and got ready to start. She turned his arm to get the best angle and Ubbe began to speak again.

“You have no clue who my family is, do you?” Ubbe continued when she shook her head. “”We run The High Seat, it is one of the largest incorporations in the country and most definitely the most expansive in companies and investments. Have you ever heard of the Wolf of Kattegat?” he asked. When her eyes squinted in recognition, he continued, “He is my father, Ragnar.”

She stopped him to ask “Aslaug’s husband?”

He chuckled, he could only imagine what his mother spewed about his father,”Yes, that Ragnar. Anyways, he has decided to step back from the business and work more legitimate in a position of advisor. I am taking over as the Wolf of Kattegat. We are also the commanding family of Ansuz”, he chuckled darkly when she flinched, “now, doll, you have nothing to fear from me or my family. Let alone any of my heathens. My mother adores you. So do Hvitty and Ivar. Hate to say it but I think I am under your spell as well.”

“I-I’m not sure how to respond to that,” she said, paying careful attention to his arm,”and my reaction wasn’t all from fear, a majority of it was because it is hard to believe that I am that naive. The leader of the most dangerous crime organization is sitting in my chair.” she let out another giggle, this one reminded Ubbe of Floki, “hell, I even interrogated your family before deciding to take you as a client. Why didn’t you just make me?”

“Mother taught me better than to demand a woman to do anything and I admire your dedication”, he noticed your confused look, “You only tattoo those you believe you can trust. In turn, your clients, my family trusts you. It is like a badge of honor to say my wolf was designed and ingrained in my skin. I refuse to taint that by behaving like a pompous ass.”

She smiled at his description of her work. Y/N knew her practice of vetting clients was peculiar. Most artists were more focused on the money they can make off a client. She wanted to know the person she was leaving a piece of herself with. Y/N had spent over a hundred hours perfecting the piece she was now inking into his skin.

The next couple of hours were spent talking about his family, the stress of his new position, and so much more. Ubbe made sure to ask questions about her family, interests and upcoming projects. At the end of the session, Y/N felt like she had known him for years. The Wolf of Kattegat seemed very down to earth for such a renown crime boss and CEO.

When the tattoo was finished, she cleaned it and instructed Ubbe to look at it in the mirror. His eyes scanned the mirror several times enjoying the way the tattoo made him look and feel. He twisted his wrist several times, analyzing the way the light was hitting the wolf. Y/N was bouncing on her toes. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or nervous. Ubbe’s face suddenly lit up and he grinned from ear to ear and Y/N couldn’t help but let out a little squeal of excitement.

She sat Ubbe back down and began reviewing how to care for the tattoo one more time while carefully wrapping his arm so the shirt wouldn’t irritate it. While she was elated that the god-like man before her loved her art, she knew he was about to leave. She felt like she truly knew Ubbe and the rest of the Lothbrok family. It hurt to think that it may have only been for the day.Once his arm was properly bandaged, she no longer had a reason to keep him with her. Y/N gently let him know it was finished. He immediately pulled out a stack of cash.

“Ubbe! This is too much! We already discussed price before you got here.”, Y/N said, exasperated.

“Yes , we did. That was before you brought this beautiful piece to life on my skin. That was also before I realized how important you would be to me.” He paused and let out a chuckle,” I will not ask you out today, lest you believe that is why I am paying you this amount. I am giving you this because you managed to make this tattoo more remarkable than I could ever imagine.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed when Ubbe implied his desire to date her. It was good to know that it was not a foolish desire held on her own. She loved his praise and was happy that he loved your most recent passion project. She also couldn’t help but feel empowered by his words.

“Thank you, Ubbe. I will see you in a week to see how it is healing.” she stated clearly trying to sound professional before leading him down the stairs and to the front of the shop.

Ubbe smiled to himself. He would not ask her out today, but he did make sure to slip his number into tha cash during one of their breaks. He only hoped she would notice it soon. The pair had carefully made it to the front windows of her shop. Both appeared to be thinking of a way to delay their goodbyes. Instead of procrastinating his eventual departure, Ubbe decided to embrace it and use it as an opportunity to embrace her as well.

Y/N froze when two burly arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly reached her arms up around him and rested her cheek on his chest. Ubbe took a deep breath of her vanilla scent and lightly pressed his lips against the crown of her head.

“Goodbye, princess”

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So should I save your number in my phone under Ubbe or Wolf of Kattegat🐺?

@justahopelessssromantic @princessofthalia

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Lillesøster - Krigen: Chapt 16

Chapter 16 Warnings:  Angst, Deception, Violence and Intrigue

Word Count: 8,102

Setting: Viking Era

Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic  

Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)

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You and Alfred had barely passed the threshold of the Great Hall when a large hand grasped at your wrist. When you turned, it was none other than your father. With a crooked smirk, he eyed you with peculiar interest.

“Birdie, come and greet your father.”

Instantly, you let go of your husband’s arm and embraced Ragnar.

And in that moment, he was your entire world. Because not only had he proven himself a loving parent over time, he had led your War. Something he was not obligated to do, despite you being blood relations. Because truth be told, Ragnar set aside his own kingdom concerns for your sake.

Indeed, he left Kattegat under the rule of a proxy just to Command your armies. Something he had never done under any circumstances. Thus, there was no amount of coin that could compensate for such devotion.

“You do not know how happy I am.” You whispered as the embrace continued. “I prayed for everyone morning and night. But mostly, you.”

“That is a fortunate thing. Because your prayers will counteract Aslaug’s own.” Ragnar replied with a hint of amusement.

He then kissed the top of your head.

After letting go, he quickly added that your stepmother hated him. So much in fact, that she had barely looked at him since their arrival. Obviously, the comment did not sit well with you. Because despite knowing that their marriage was on shaky ground, you still felt hopeful. For that reason, you snatched the horn of mead from his hand.

Stunned by your actions, Alfred raised a brow. However, he remained silent and kept to your side.

“Father, please attempt to be amiable. No matter the problem, it is not insurmountable.” You implored. “Besides, you have only just returned. So let there be peace between you.”

“The only peace there will be, are pieces of Ragnar scattered throughout this castle.” Rollo interrupted with a chuckle. He then shoved his brother aside. “Trust me, Y/N. If a mere look could kill, your father would be dead already.”

Your Uncle then put a massive arm about you and pulled you close.

Defeated by their inane laughter, you could only look between them. Apparently, neither man seemed keen on taking your words seriously. But then again, they were having their fill of King Garrat’s imported spirits. Thus, you could not expect much.

“Your belly has expanded a great deal.” Ragnar noted before setting his palm to the rounded bulge. “It’s as if you have a fleet of ships in there.”

“Father, please! I tire of people speaking as if I am made of stone.” You replied, your brow sewn together in annoyance. “Everyone makes me feel as if I am the size of a cow.”

With a repentant expression, Ragnar rubbed your belly and declared he was only jesting. Furthermore, he insisted that he was not referring to your body as a whole. But rather, how much the baby had grown. Amused by this, you acknowledge the fact. Because despite your sentiments, there was no denying that your belly was massive.

“What of the Healers?” Ragnar asked with a glint of concern in his eyes. “Have they said that you are both doing well?”

With a nod, you assured your father that everything was going as expected.

In fact, your numerous symptoms had greatly reduced. So much in fact, that you had taken to practicing Archery with King Garrat. Naturally, this drew satisfied chuckles from Ragnar and Rollo. But Alfred was not so keen.

In fact, he looked at you with some disapproval.

Though the Prince was accustomed to your willful proclivities, he assumed being with child would improve things. But apparently, he was greatly mistaken. In spite of his displeasure however, Alfred chose to keep his opinion to himself.

Because one thing he had learned, was to choose his battles well.

“Take more, Y/N.” Floki declared as he pushed a platter of roasted pheasant toward you. “It is said that hearty foods are good for women in your condition.”

But despite enjoying your Uncle’s company, you nearly cringed.

Typically, you enjoyed such delicacies. However, the smell of the meat instantly turned your stomach. Thus, you passed it to a nearby servant and asked that she take it away.

“Do not tell me you are going to vomit.”

“I will if you keep passing dishes over.”

With a chuckle Floki patted your hand and apologized. Though he meant well, he had no idea how bad you had it. Adding that his late wife had gone through the same. Naturally, you were intrigued by this. Because despite him being unattached, you had been told that the Shipbuilder was once married.

“Helga was quite like you in temperament. And when she was expecting our first child, she became even worse. Any time I returned from a hunt; she would glare at me. Always insisting I dress my kills them far from the longhouse or else.”

“And would you?”

“Of course. I mean, it was best to do it at a nearby friends home than to risk being attacked.”

“Of come off it, Uncle.” You said with a laugh. “I am certain that she did not mean a word of those threats. Truth be told, being with child can make one quite moody.”

A bittersweet smile crossed Floki’s face. 

Indeed, there was much you did not know. Mostly, that his enigmatic personality was actually a shield from reality. Because the Shipbuilder had yet to finish mourning his wife and daughter.

“Tell me more of her.”

“Come now, Y/N. There is no need to bore you with tales of the past. Besides, those things happened before you were born. All of it, lost to the Northern winds.”

Despite his protesting, you insisted. Declaring that you wished to hear of his life just as you had done with Rollo. A name you knew would trigger Floki to do as asked. Because one thing he disliked, was being upstaged by your belligerent Uncle.

Thus, the Shipbuilder began regaling you with the ghosts of things long forgotten.

“Well, someone say something. How shall we tell her?” Gunni asked, tipping his horn of mead.

Bjorn, Sigurd and Ubbe then exchanged glances, none exactly sure of how to respond. But there was one thing they all knew for certain. 

That you had to be told the truth. And that it was best done sooner, than later.

“A wise man once said, “The straightforward approach is always best.” Gunni said thoughtfully. “Thus, there is no reason to attempt to shield Y/N from the news. Because knowing her temperament, beating about the bush will only incur her wrath.”

Alfred paused at the suggestion whilst the others continued to discuss things further.

Being your husband, everyone had agreed that he would have the final say. However, in spite of this, the Prince was still apprehensive about saying anything at all. For he knew one thing was certain. You would surely lose your temper, no matter how the subject was approached.

“Alfred, you have said nothing.” Bjorn said. “If you cannot handle things, I can tell her myself. After all, she is my sister.”

“I am capable of speaking to my own wife.” Alfred countered, his tone one of contemplative concern. “But you must remember, she is with child. For that reason, I am in no rush to upset her.”

“No one begrudges you of that concern. However, you do not know Y/N as we do. She is more resilient than you may believe.” Sigurd interjected as Hvitserk nodded in agreement.

Like your husband, your brothers were also anxious about your condition. But what had to be done, could not be avoided. Thus, Sigurd added that you were not the type to overlook dishonesty. Even it was meant to spare your feelings.

So as the men ended the discussion, it was decided that Bjorn would be the one to approach you.

“I would like to be present as well. Y/N may need me.” Alfred said, as the others went their way.

With a shrug, your eldest brother declared that he was welcome to do as he pleased. However, he suggested that your husband prepare himself for the worst. Because one thing the Ragnarssons had learned over time, was that your anger rivaled only that of Ragnar’s.

Whilst Aethelred was sat, busily replying to a long-held correspondence from Wessex, Cassandra entered.

The Lady had been patiently awaiting her husband’s presence in the Great Hall. But after some time of sitting alone and listening to others converse, she had her fill. Thus, she thought it best to go in search of her absentee spouse.

But when he heard the door to the small study close, Aethelred seemed unaffected by her presence.

“What is it?” He asked, barely looking up from the papers before him. “I am in the midst of a pressing matter.”

“Is that how you greet me now?” Cassandra asked as her pleasant smile turned to an expression of vexation. Crossing her hands over her chest, the young woman then glared at the elder Saxon Prince. “Since the arrival of your convoy, you have yet to send for me. But even as I welcome you, there is no semblance of enthusiasm. In fact, you behave as if we have not been apart for weeks on end.”

“For the love of God. Did you come in here simply to chew at my ear? If so, I suggest you save your breath. Because as you can see, I’m focused on important matters.”

“Important, he says.” Cassandra scoffed, her eyes setting upon his in anger. Perhaps Aethelred did not feel the weight of so many women being with child, but she did.  “And what is more important than us starting a family?”

As his fist hit the desk with a great thud, Aethelred finally looked at his wife.

Truly, the words cut him to the core. So much in fact, he could barely contain the anger that now frothed deep within him. For one thing Cassandra did not understand was that he was not made of stone. Yes, the Prince did in fact want a family all his own.

However, he also had other troubles festering in his homeland. The kind that threatened to change the very course of his life. Thus, arguing with the wife he had yet to fall for, did little to bring him comfort.

“You are exactly like my mother. Always speaking without forethought or wisdom.” Aethelred seethed through tense jaw. “You behave as if I enjoy my current lot in life. Do you suppose I was gladdened at being betrothed at the last minute? Our vows, nothing more than an afterthought? Do you think such facts enable me to sleep at night?”

“I…………………….” Cassandra stammered. As she searched for the right words, her courage began to fail her. “That is not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean? Because ever since you appeared in my life, you are always at my heels. If it not complaints, its advising me to do one thing or another. And frankly, I have grown tired. I will not placate someone that behaves like the woman who ruined my life!”

With great reluctance, the Lady held her skirts as her mind raced.

Though they had not been married long, Cassandra was actually fond of her husband. For that reason, she did not retreat from the Study. Instead, she apologized once more before confessing that she was only frustrated at not being with child.

Unfortunately, her words did little to improving things. Because the declaration instantly caused Aethelred’s gaze to go cold.

“So, you wish to become a mother.” He said with a peculiar nod. “That is good to know. Because I too have always dreamt of becoming a father. However, none of those thoughts ever included you. So if you are done ruining what little peace I still possess, we shall speak another time.”

Had it not been for her upbringing, Cassandra’s knees would have lost their strength.

Indeed, nothing in her entire life had hurt more. Not that she did not understood Aethelred’s feelings. After all, he had been madly in love prior to their betrothal. But the Lady had always believed that they were establishing something of their own. And in time, the Prince would come to treat her as a true wife.

Thus, she never expected Aethelred to speak with such indifference.

“I…………………..I shall return to the Great Hall.” Cassandra stammered, her heart beating so fast, she swore he could hear it. “And before I forget, your father asked of you twice. He said there is much for the two of you to discuss.”

“Halt!” A broad-shouldered guard bellowed. He then approached the party before him as another raised a torch aloft. “It is half past midnight already. Therefore, no one shall pass unless there is urgent business at hand.”

With some frustration, Sir Mansfeld’s men grumbled.

After a long journey from the encampments, they now dreamed of only their beds. That and perhaps some much needed food. Thus, they looked to their Master, hoping the evenings’ work would not be prolonged.

As expected, the arrogant Knight curtly declared that he wished to speak to Sir Ronan. Adding that the meeting could not wait for the morning.

Because despite what he had once believed, Sir Mansfeld’s chance meeting with Ivar had proven beneficial. For your brother had done him a considerable favor. Something he hoped would regain Dorian’s favor.

It was a desperate gamble, of course. But one worth making since your cousin no longer favored House Kensington. In fact, he had taken to calling them a “Den of traitors”. Thus, Ivar handing over a useful prisoner, was quite welcomed.

Nevertheless, your brother had not helped Sir Mansfeld out of benevolence. Because he too benefited from the transaction.

“I understand the urgency, Milord.” One of the elder Guardsmen declared. “But unless you give good reason, I cannot wake our Master.”

“If I am not allowed to see Sir Ronan, I shall dismount and cut you all down.” Sir Mansfeld proclaimed, tired of being kept waiting. “Because as I have said already, my purpose is for his eyes and ears only. So, what shall it be?”

“Alfie, you are being quite strange this evening.” You remarked as the Prince moved about the Library. “Did you lure me from the feast for a specific reason? Or are we simply here to admire King Garrat’s trinkets?”

Though he tried, the Prince could not bring himself to force a smile. So instead, he picked up a crystal figurine, examining it before looking at you.

“What is it?” You asked with a raised brow. “If you are hiding a present, please do not keep me waiting. Because you know I detest surprises.”

But before your husband could mumble a response, Bjorn entered. 

Obviously, you were a bit confused as to why your brother was there. Especially since the revelry in the Great Hall had not become quite raucous. Thus, you asked if he too was on in Alfred’s little game.

Confused by the query, Bjorn glanced at Alfred, the two exchanging glances. But this only caused you to grow frustrated by the strange behavior. So instead of asking more questions, you walked to your husband and snatched the figurine from his hand.

“I insist that you tell me what is going on. Or else, I will not speak to you the rest of the night.” You said with a furrowed brow. “I detest feeling as if you are both plotting something.”

“Y/N, calm yourself. There is nothing afoot.” Bjorn said as he looked at you with sincerity. “However, we do have something to inform you of. So if you will please take a seat--------”

“I will do no such thing. Whatever I must hear, can be done whilst I’m upon my feet.”

It was then you noticed Alfred’s gaze change to one of great concern.

For that reason, you demanded that your husband and brother speak. Because not only was your patience wearing thin, but you had no intentions of sitting. Obviously, both men were quite apprehensive. But invariably, they understood that little could be done once your mind was made.

Thus, Bjorn approached, not simply to keep his words from prying ears. But he wished to catch you, should your strength falter.

“Sister, I will not belabor the message.” He said. “Despite winning nearly every battle and routing Dorian’s forces, not everything is perfect. Because during a scouting mission, Lancille and his men were ambushed.”

Instantly, you felt nauseous. As you grasped onto Bjorn’s arm, Alfred dragged a chair over and asked that you sit. This time, you obliged.

“Wha……………………………what do you mean?” You stammered as your brother’s words raced through your mind. “Where is he?”

“Love, please.” Alfred pleaded. “If you do not take care, you will upset yourself and the baby.”

Though you wanted to snap at him, the Prince was correct. The last thing you wanted was to put your unborn child in danger. Thus, you took a moment to compose yourself. After letting out a deep breath, you looked to Bjorn again.

“Please do not spare my feelings. Because the good Lord knowns that Lancille has endured much for my sake.” You said with gravity. “So, is he is alive? Or have you brought his body for me to mourn?”

“From what we know, he is indeed alive.” Bjorn replied. “Ivar said that by time his party happened upon the scene, most of Lancille’s men were dead. However, a mortally wounded Archer told them that the Knight had been taken prisoner.”

“And that is good news, actually. It proves they mean to use him as a bargaining tool.” Alfred added in an attempt to ease your mind.

“Why did Ivar not report this to me himself?” You asked. “Is he not my Hand?”

With some hesitation, Bjorn confessed that the youngest Ragnarsson had not come with them. Instead, he chose to pass through the Trudig encampments to take care of some business. 

With jaw tensed, your gaze fell upon the smoldering embers of the fireplace.

Indeed, War was an ugly affair. A reality the late Sir Alcanore, had emphasized on numerous occasions. In fact, your Uncle and Sir Everette both advised you to forget all you had read in books. Because there had never been victory without great loss.

And from the looks of things, your blood sacrifices were only just beginning.

“Prince Ivar!” Sir Everette declared angrily as your brother entered his dwelling. “With all due respect, I demand to know what you mean by all this rubbish! First, you unceremoniously remove me from my appointed station. Then, you have the gall to post your men about my tent. So since I am at a loss, please explain what I have done to deserve such treatment!”

“First, I suggest watching that tone, old man. Or my warriors will do far worse than simply posting themselves.”

Sir Everette could not keep from shaking his head in disappointment.

Though he had never fully trusted most of the Norsemen around you, he had come to respect many over time. But Ivar was never one of them. Because from the Knight Paladin’s could see, your brother was simply power hungry.

And that made him as dangerous as your Aunt, Jayne-Marie.

“If you truly want me to explain things……..” Ivar continued with a chuckle. “Ask nicely, and I might oblige.”

“Aye, you may be Princess Y/N’s relation, but I neither regard nor fear you. In fact, you are beneath my Queen in every way. So keep your stupid thoughts if you like. I shall not beg.”

Baffled by the response, Ivar’s eyes cut in Sir Everette’s direction. As he finally managed to sit upon the nearby table, he pondered throwing his axe at the trusted Knight. 

However, he was able to squelch those thoughts, choosing instead to extend the game.

“You are going far away.” Ivar declared, an amused smirk crossing his face. “And since you obviously dislike me, that should make you a happy man.”

“I shall go nowhere, lest Princess Y/N sends word. In case you have forgotten, I do not take my orders from you, Heathen.”

“But of course you do. Or have YOU forgotten that I am the Queen’s Hand? That means, I am her voice in abstentia.”

Sir Everette could say nothing more. Thus, he stared into the void that were your brother’s eyes. And even in that moment, he knew that he likely would not be seen again. Because there was nothing good to be found in Ivar’s gaze.

“I see your tongue has finally stilled, Sir Everette. Anyway, it was a pleasure having you serve under Ragnar’s command. And I am sure that my sister appreciated the years of service. However, from this day, you are officially dismissed.”

Ivar then motioned for his men to take the Knight away. As they did so, the proud man did not beg or ask for reconsideration. However, he curses your brother as he was forcibly dragged into the blackness of the evening.

“Over my dead body! Do you hear me?” Ragnar snapped as his pleasant smile turned to a scowl. “You will do no such thing!”

“You are being irrational.” Ubbe countered, his own resentment now rising. All had been well only moments before. But with him broaching the subject of naming his newborn daughter, things had gone awry. “In case you are unaware, I need no permission to bestow the name. In fact, the only reason I even brought it to your attention was due to mother’s insistence.”

Sat at the head table, Prince Aethelwulf, Judith, Lagertha and a few others tried to focus on the exotic belly dancers. However, it was a somewhat difficult since there was an argument brewing nearby.

“If you and that pig you call a wife even attempt it, I will strangle you both!” Ragnar declared. “It will never happen!”

As you were listening to Sigurd and Hvitserk debate the merits of foreign weaponry, Pippa tapped your shoulder. She then motioned to where your father and brother were, obviously in disagreement.

“Perhaps you should attempt to soothe things, Princess. It would be terrible if things got out of hand and you were shamed in front of our hosts.”

You sighed, wishing Lancille was at your side.

Because typically, such whispers came from him. But despite your concerns for his safety, Bjorn had reassured you. In fact, your eldest brother had men scouting for information already. And even Alfred dispatched some of his own to assist with the endeavor.

Thus, you resigned yourself to see to your father and Ubbe.

As soon as you attempted to stand, Bolverk was at your side. The massive Heathen had been miraculously observant ever since becoming your temporary Personal Guard. So much, you had slowly convinced him to give you glimpse into his life. Because one thing was for certain, he was an enigma. Even to his fellow Norsemen.

“Sister, where are you going?” Hvitserk asked with a crooked smile. “Is our conversation that much of a bore?”

“Not at all. I shall return momentarily.”

You were then escorted through the Great Hall by the ever vigilant Bolverk. The only thing you had to ask, every so often, was that he was not rough in clearing a path. Because despite his cautious ways with your person, the Berserker was pushy with everyone else.

“Father, I do not know what you two are discussing.” You said as you reached Ragnar’s side. Setting a hand to his arm, you looked between him and Ubbe. “But whatever it is, let us leave it for another time. Because people are starting to take notice.”

“Your brother is an idiot! He can never leave good enough alone.”

“Me? I only asked for permission to name my daughter Gyda.” Ubbe seethed. He then decided to ignore Ragnar, giving you his undivided attention. “And you know how he reacts, Y/N? He berates me.”

“I’ll do far worse if you go through with it.”

Fed up with the insults, Ubbe proclaimed that Ragnar had never been a decent parental figure. He then added that he was the worst father anyone could possibly have. Because not only did he make everyone feel unwanted, he had chained himself to the past.

“But take heart, I will find another name for my daughter. One that belongs to her alone. That way, she will never contend with the shadows you choose to live with.”

Ragnar’s arm jerked as he contemplated striking Ubbe. But fortunately, your presence kept him from doing so.

“Father, Ubbe, please stop cutting one another down.” You implored, looking at each of them. “Can we not behave as a family, even once?”

“Do not waste your breath, sister. Ragnar does not care for anyone but himself. My mother learned this truth long ago. And honestly, I no longer care about winning his regard either.”

Ubbe then pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before walking away. Obviously, you were highly disheartened by the situation. Because despite all his progress, Ragnar was making you question his affections. Not for you, but for Aslaug and your brothers.

“Father, do you truly love me?”

“Do not start, Birdie. You ask something you already know the answer to.”

“Then promise that you will hold a family discussion.” You said as your father’s intense eyes fell upon you own. “That way, we can sort things when all minds are sober.”

Despite wanting to refuse the request, Ragnar could deny you nothing. A weakness he had come to dislike about himself. Nevertheless, he quickly nodded before asking that you sit with him a while.

You found yourself tossing and turning after retiring to your chambers.

Though truly exhausted, it was your many thoughts that did not permit slumber. But ultimately, you drifted off with a book in hand. And you remained in a blissful dream state until a thunderous knock came upon the door.

“Princess Y/N.” A guards voice called out. “Forgive me for rousing your sleep. But Prince Aethelred insists on having words.”

You lay motionless a while as you attempted to shake of the grogginess. Obviously, you were perplexed as to why the Prince had decided to wake you. Especially since he had opportunity to speak to you in the Great Hall. Nevertheless, you curiosity got the best of you; thus you informed the Guard that you would see Aethelred. Adding that he should await you in the nearby Sewing Room.

After getting out of bed, you searched for a modest heavy robe. After all, there was no need for any tongues to start wagging with all that was going on. Once you found the garment that covered you best, you departed your chamber.

When you opened the door to the Sewing Room, Aethelred was standing nearest a window. However, he turned upon hearing the squeaking of the redwood.

“Y/N, thank you for giving me audience.”

The Prince then walked over, stopping at an appropriate distance. Though he wished to embrace you, his thoughts went to propriety. Not for his own sake, but rather your own.

“Aethelred. I did not have the opportunity to speak to you this evening. But I am glad to see that you are well.”

“Gratitude. I am……………also glad that you are in good health.”

His gaze then went to your heavily rounded belly. For Aethelred, it was difficult to not feel a bevy of conflicting thoughts. Because on one hand, he wanted your child to be delivered healthy. But on the other, he had also wished that it would have been lost already.

“So you are quite close to your time.”

“That I am.” You replied as you set your palms to the swell. “The Maesters say it will be within the next weeks. But I am certain that you did not wake me to speak of babies.”

With some reluctance, Aethelred broached the subject of Wessex and Mercia. Not in terms of casual matters, but rather about succession and Ecbert’s failing health. The latter being something you were quite unaware of.

“What do you mean?” You asked, brow raised distrustfully. Though you still held feelings for the Prince, his actions had led to your Uncle’s death. For that reason, trust was difficult to muster these days. “There is nothing wrong with him. In fact, he wrote not long ago to ask of my condition. And nowhere did he mention feeling unwell.”

“Of course he didn’t, Y/N. Do you expect a proud man like that to announce such a thing?” Aethelred countered. He then paced some more before setting his hands to the table. “Ecbert is redrafting his Declaration of Will. And from what I have been told, there is a major change that many think irrational.”

You eyed him, wondering why he had brought the situation to your attention. Because despite being Alfred’s wife, you had no desire to interfere in their royal affairs. In fact, you figured the only time you would need to address Wessex and Mercia, was after the birth of your child.

Because your heirs would require titles from both you, and Alfred. Thus, you informed Aethelred that you did not understand why you should be concerned about his family’s succession.

“Still, I appreciate you telling me of Ecbert’s health.” You added. “For I have grown fond of him and will pray in earnest. But as for whom will rule your kingdom, it not my place. And to be quite honest, I do not care.”

“But it DOES concern you! Because you are married to very man that has usurped my bloodline. A bastard conceived upon some dirty floor, now positions himself to seize the throne. That is why I have brought it to your attention!”

You swallowed hard, realizing that all the rumors had been true. The Saxon King did favor your husband in every way. All this despite Alfred being the product of betrayal. And not betrayal of just anyone, but his very own son.

Indeed, it was allot to consider at such a late hour.

“Aethelred, what do you expect of me? In case you have forgotten, I have my own kingdom to-----”

“Advise him to recuse himself, when the time comes!” The Prince interrupted. “Because though I have tolerated much, I have my limits. My entire life has been lived under the weight of Alfred’s massive shadow. But not this time. If he thinks he will ascend the throne of my ancestors, he is sadly mistaken.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked as you stared Aethelred straight in the eye. Though you truly had no desire to be involved, you were carrying Alfred’s child. So if he were put in harm’s way, so would his heirs. “Are you laying out a threat to your brother through me?”

Without giving a direct response to your query, the Prince proclaimed that he would hold his position. And if that meant he and Alfred would eventually come to conflict, he would see things through.

“I will not bend to him, Y/N. Be sure to tell him that.”

“No! Tell him yourself, if you are so keen.” You fumed. All night, your thoughts had been taken by worries of Lancille. That, and the many other War related issues. Thus, you were utterly fed up with being pulled in every direction. “And the next time you wish to deliver a message, find a Royal Page or Attendant. I am a Monarch in my own right! Not some slave to you, Alfred or anyone else! Good evening!”

You were so incensed, that upon reaching your chambers, you threw a vase against the wall.

Poor King Garrat, the piece had been gifted to his Great Grandmother from an affluent Sheik. But you had shattered the delicate heirloom out of pure rage. After making your mind to tell your host of your actions in the morning, you returned to bed. And fortunately, sleep came quickly, despite your moodiness.

A short time later, you felt the bed sink and an arm go about your person.

“No need wake, Y/N.” Alfred whispered as he noticed you shifting under his embrace. “I found myself unable to sleep without you.”

As Sir Mansfeld sat lazily peeling an apple with his favored dagger, his father stormed under the canopy.

“There you are!” The elder Knight roared, his tone startling the nearby servant girls. “Had you not been my son, I would skin you alive and be done with it!”

With a bewildered expression, the young man asked why he was in such a mood. Especially since he had acquired a token that would restore favor to their Great House.

“Do you know what you have done?” Sir Grimley asked, his expression one of gravity. “Not only did you go behind my back, but you overstepped the Chain of Command. That is not how any Knight of valor behaves.”

“Father, please. Let us forego talk of valor and all the rest of that stupidity. Because from what I can see, none of it has restored our fortune and standing.”

With a shake of the head, his father declared him a fool. And not just any type of fool, but one that was doomed to hang by his own rope. After barking for a servant to give him wine, Sir Grimley reminded his son that he was neither a Paladin nor Commander.

In fact, he was serving underneath Sir Ronan; a man three years his junior.

“Go ahead. Remind me of my failings. But I will have you know that Lancille’s capture will fetch the accolades I deserve. You have no inclination of my numerous ambitions. Perhaps if you took the time to ask, I would tell you.”

“Rubbish!” Sir Grimley replied before spitting on the ground. “I have no need to drive myself mad with your fantasies. You always speak a multitude of words that lead nowhere!”

Though offended, Sir Mansfeld kept his composure. For one thing he wanted more than anything, was to impress his father. Thus, he walked to the nearby tree where Lancille was positioned. There, your poor Guard sat, bound at the hands and feet with a sack over his head.

As the young Knight gloated over his cousin, Sir Ronan and Boris appeared. Both men greeted Sir Grimley out of respect before going silent again.

“Are you not going to at least congratulate me on acquiring our prisoner?” Sir Mansfeld asked as pointed at Lancille. “I have killed two birds with one stone. First, resolving your longstanding grudge against your brother’s family. All while possessing a prisoner for our King.”

“You truly are stupid.” Sir Grimley declared as he poured the remnants of his wine onto the grass. “My late brother and I had disagreements that were our own. So you have done nothing by seizing your cousin. King Dorian will not show favor nor give you reward. He will simply murder him like he did Sir Alcanore. So the only thing you have done, is put us in peril. Because when that transpires, everyone will turn against our House.”

With that, the elder Knight tossed his chalice to the ground and stormed off to the War Room. 

As for Sir Ronan, he bent down to examine Lancille. Though they had never crossed paths before the War, he had heard great things of your Personal Guard. Not only about him being an accomplished young warrior, but of his valor and loyalty.

Traits that Sir Ronan now realized was lacking in some under his command.

Whilst composing a letter to the family, Ecbert ran a hand over his face.

Though he knew his decision would cause untold conflict in the future, the wise King was resolute. In fact, he had never been more certain of a decision in his life. Indeed, Aethelred was his only legitimate grandchild, the blood of many great Saxons coursing through his veins. However, that did not mean the boy was meant to rule.

Especially during such perilous times when expansion was vital for survival.

“Do you suppose Alfred will accept?” Pope Leo IV asked as he looked up from the finalized Proclamation of Will. “Though he will be honored, we both know him to be exceptionally principled. Thus, I expect that he will be conflicted.”

“I have predicted that as well. For that reason, I shall appeal to his sense of duty and family. Something Aethelred knowns nothing about.” Ecbert replied thoughtfully. “And with Y/N soon to deliver, he will surely have his thoughts upon the future.”

“Praise God for that.” The Pope replied. “The Holy Catholic Church wants nothing more than to see our host nations rise. So what is good for Wessex and Mercia, is good Christians everywhere.”

“Aye, your Holiness. That is something we can both drink to.”

It took some doing, but you managed to get Ragnar and Ubbe to end their war of silence. And after pushing them further, you got them to agree upon a date for your niece’s Naming Ceremony. Thus, the rites were performed only a few days later. Making her officially known to the world as, Thyri Ubbedottir.

As you sat underneath a canopy nursing a cup of honeyed milk, Bjorn kept to your side. Naturally, the Heathen ceremony was somewhat peculiar in the eyes of your Christian hosts. However, King Garrat and Queen Giselle proved themselves quite tolerant. 

Because not only did they permit the ceremony to be performed within their castle walls, they attended with their courtiers.

“I cannot wait for this baby to arrive.” You declared as you ran a hand over your belly. “He refuses to sit still and has been kicking me nonstop. And I have fed him properly all day.”

“If he’s anything like Hvitserk, you are in trouble.” Bjorn replied as he chewed some meat.

Though you felt physically well, your mind was not at rest. Because despite reassurances, Lancille was ever present in your thoughts. However, you had to force yourself to enjoy the family event. Because one thing was clear. Time was not promised to anyone.

Thus, you did your best to live in the moment.

“Cousin, you look like an ant that has swallowed a grape.” Armin declared. After sitting beside you, he palmed your belly. “Are you certain there is not more than one baby in there?”

“Oh, this is delightful. I missed you all this while, only to have you return speaking like my mother-in-law.”

With a chuckle, Bjorn informed you that your cousin had a point. For you did appear somewhat larger than what he was accustomed to. In fact, he too felt that you were likely carrying more than one.

“I’m glad you are both eager to see me mothering more than one child. At least I know who their caregivers will be.”

Bjorn eyed you with amusement as Armin laughed. 

Neither man eager to look after a baby for extended periods of time. Not long after, Alfred approached, finally tearing himself away from Ragnar and his father. With a pleasant smile, the Prince greeted you before snapping in Rimidle’s direction.

“Mother said you should partake of these.” He added as the young woman handed you a platter of fruits selected by Judith herself. “She said they’re known to ease nausea.”

“Alfie, sit.” You commanded, tired of him avoiding you.

For whatever reason, the Prince was obviously nervous about your condition. Thus, he had resigned himself to numerous duties and anything else to keep him distracted. But not at this event. You were determined to make Alfred keep you company. Even if it was by force.

“I will see you later, sister.” Bjorn said as he and Armin rose to their feet.

Your brother and cousin then departed, leaving you with your husband.

“Alfie, why do you avoid touching my belly?” You asked before leaning against his shoulder. As you did so, Rimilde could not keep from rolling her eyes. Something quite unbecoming of a servant. “You only did so on your first night back.”

“I suppose you are owed an explanation.” The Prince replied, his cheeks turning a rosy hue. “For you see, I am only keeping to the promise I made.”

Alfred spoke the truthfully. Because prior to your vows, you made it abundantly clear that was no romantic love between you. Yet, the passage of time had changed several things in your life. And that included your feelings towards him.

“I know I’m not the easiest person to live with. However, you are the father of my child.” You replied as you snuggled against him. “I need to know you feel something about my condition. Even if it is the smallest gesture.”

Alfred’s eyes fell upon your own, the blue of them taking in your every feature. Even without saying a word, you could see how much the Prince adored you. Something that brought great comfort. Because truth be told, you found yourself becoming paranoid with each passing day.

After putting an arm around you, Alfred kept staring as a gentle breeze washed over the two of you. Indeed, it was as if everyone gathered in the Courtyard were miles away. Because you felt secure in the arms of your husband. Knowing he would never abandon nor betray you.

“Your Highness, will you not have your meal now?” Rimilde interrupted.

Irritated by the unnecessary query, Alfred’s brow furrowed.  

“As I have said before, when I am prepared to eat, I shall give the command. Now depart with the others until you are called for.”

With a curtsy, the pretty servant girl apologized She then departed, making her way towards the kitchen. But as she did so, Princess Luciya watched her a while. Your sister-in-law then looked at Aslaug and Judith, announcing that she disliked Rimilde.

“That girl does not know her place.” Luciya said. “Not only did I catch her sneaking about Prince Alfred’s passageway, she eyes Princess Y/N inappropriately. Were it my place to dismiss Saxon Attendants, she would be gone already.”

Naturally, the words struck Judith more than Aslaug. Because despite her initial wish for Alfred to take a Mistress, such behavior could not be tolerated. Even if the Prince had taken Rimilde for a lover, she would still have to show you respect.

For that reason, your mother-in-law began to ponder a solution.

“I am glad you brought her conduct to my attention, Luciya.” Judith said. I shall rectify things straightaway.”

Sat upon his elaborate golden throne, Dorian smiled as Queen Valentina took her place.

Within her arms was their son, Arwyn-Maximiliano Marfont II. The nine-month-old had been Christened for the second time earlier that day. Because the War had caused him to miss the first ceremony. Being who he was, your cousin requested that an Archbishop perform the honors again.

So after gifting a great amount of coin to the Holy Roman Church, his wish was granted.

“You are in a good mood today.” Valentina noted as she cradled Arwyn. “Why is that?”

“My darling wife. You speak as if I am usually some type of ghoul.”

Despite laughing at his assertion, the young woman was concerned. Because Dorian only behaved gleefully when some plot was afoot. For that reason, she suspected that his mood had something to do with you.

And she was indeed correct. Because not even a second later, a Royal Page announced the arrival of the King’s personal Guard. As the massive warrior entered with his retinue, he pushed a little boy forward. 

Since he appeared to be no more than eight years of age, it was unsurprising when the child hesitated.

“Greet your King, boy.” Renfry the Black commanded. “Or would you like me to box your ears?”

Irritated by the threat, Queen Valentina looked at Dorian. Naturally, your cousin aimed to please his wife. For that reason, he raised a hand.

“There is no need to abuse the child.” He declared as he rose from his throne. With a smile, he then looked at the boy. “Tell me, little one. Do you know who I am?”

With a nod, the boy courteously declared that he was the King of Arundel. A response that garnered giggles and chuckles from all those in the Great Hall. Pleased that the child had at least been reared well, Dorian asked if he knew why he was there.

“I do not know, your Majesty.”

“Well, what if I told you that your mother and I are good friends. And that she has been wanting to reunite with you for good?”

The boy’s eyes doubled in size. For despite being raised by warm-hearted Caregivers, he knew of his mother. The one that lived in foreign lands and worked to provide him a better life.

“Will I see her today, my King?”

“Not today, Zoran. However, you shall reside within these castle walls until that day comes.” Dorian replied, putting a hand to the boy’s shoulder. “And that day will be soon. Of that, I can assure you.”

You paced the floor of King Garrat’s private Library, awaiting Ivar’s arrival.

Though he had passed through the Trudig encampments for longer than expected, your brother had finally arrived at the castle. Thus, you asked to have word as soon as he was done having his bath and food. But despite your attempts to remain calm, you felt on the verge of a tirade.

“Sister, please think of the baby.” Hvitserk advised from where he was sat by the fireplace. “Compose yourself, because we will resolve everything.”

You nodded despite still feeling as if you would explode. Because only moments prior, an Aruyan Messenger delivered news that Sir Everette had disappeared. Thus, two of the people that you cared for most, were now unaccounted for.

And if that was not bad enough, the Messenger also stated that Ivar had relieved the Knight of his duties. Something that was done without your permission or directive.

“Y/N.” Ivar proclaimed with a great smile upon his face. As he moved upon his crutch, it took all your resolve not to slap him. “I have missed you.”

“Oh?” You snapped, unable to feign any civility. “Have you?”

With raised brow, Ivar looked to Hvitserk before giving you his attention again. He then asked if you had not received enough rest. Because according to him, you were behaving like an unhinged person.

“I am indeed deranged!” You replied matter-of-factly. “And perhaps, it is how I should be at all times. Because apparently, that is the only way to get anyone’s attention.”

“If you have something to say, just say it. Because I don’t know what you’re rambling about.”

“Ivar, she was told that you dismissed Sir Everette from his duties. No matter your title, it’s not your place to restructure her Armies. That’s Ragnar’s decision to make.”

“Hvitty, shut your mouth! This is between Y/N and I. Why are you even here?”

You promptly informed him that you asked Hvitserk to be present. Because truth be told, you needed someone to keep you from going berserk. Angered that you wished to speak to him with someone else nearby, Ivar repositioned his crutch.

“We shall speak when you are in control of your emotions, Y/N.” He declared with a shrug. “Nothing good will come of us arguing.”

You wanted to pull your hair out. Why Ivar had to behave as he did, you did not know. However, you had to get out of his presence, or risk saying something improper. So instead of pressing the matter, departed the Library in haste.

“You really confuse me.” Hvitserk said as he confronted the raven-haired Ragnarsson. “You are bestowed trust, only to use it as an opportunity to assert dominance. These armies, ships and allies are Y/N’s. Not yours!”

“Are you done running your mouth now?”

With a stern expression, Hvitserk agreed to leave the matter for the time being. However, he promised that he would get involved in helping you find your men. Adding that you deserved more respect than was being shown.

“One last thing, Ivar. If anything happens to Sir Everette, it will surely cause our sister pain. And if that occurs, I will see you pay for it.”

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if i had a heart ( ivar the boneless. )

CHAPTER TWO.

IF I HAD A HEART MASTERLIST.

pairings: ivar the boneless x female!reader (primary), hvitserk ragnarsson x female!reader.

summary: in which you’re a servant to the lothbrok family in kattegat and have a thing for the second oldest ragnarsson, but the youngest will soon catch your attention.

warnings: full 180 from chapter one; hvitserk x reader smut, well not really smut, but it starts wild, language, SUPER FUCKING FLUFFY!IVAR AT THE END.

word count: 1.5k

*gif is edited by me, but not mine*

THE NIGHT WAS FULL OF SOFT MOANS AS HIPS ROCKED TOGETHER ALMOST RHYTHMICALLY. The cool air brushed across your soft cause chill bumps to rise, but Hvitserk’s hands shielded part of you as you rolled yourself against him, taking all of him in, worshiping him like you have for the last five years. But this was different, he had finally noticed you, and now with the buck of his hips he’d elicit a mewl from your soft lips.

The flames from the torches danced along the walls, the shadows telling their own story. You continue to roll your hips on his, feeling the way he so deliciously fills you up. You never wanted this moment to end, but that familiar burn at the pit of your stomach told you that you were close to your release, and that the way Hvitserk’s groans became more frequent proved he was, too. Your release came at the same time, you falling onto his chest and allowing his strong arms to envelop you into his warmth.

Usually you’d be sleeping in the barn with the other slaves and livestock, but tonight you would sleep like royalty in a bed with soft furs and a man you had fancied for oh-so long. You traced shapes on his chest, watching the way his pecs heaved up and down with every breath he took, how sweat beads dotted his toned body. You were the luckiest woman in Kattegat, maybe even the world, if everyone knew the joy you felt. For years you went unnoticed, and all it took was a single slip up to end up in his arms. Hvitserk was fast asleep when you looked up at him. You admired the way he looked so peaceful, how his nose twitched slightly as he dreamt. You weren’t tired though, carefully sliding out from his embrace and sliding your dress back on before the cold cause you to change your mind about even getting out of bed.

You wrapped a fur around your body, leaving the room and going into the great hall, sitting down at the table to collect your thoughts. You stared at the remnants of dinner, silently cursing as you’d be the one that would have to clean it in the morning.

“Did you have a good night with my brother?” The voice was in the shadows, and it startled you. You turned to face the throne of where Ragnar used to sit, swearing you could see the glowing eyes of something as scary as a lost soul wondering Niflheim. You wrapped the fur tighter around your body, turning your frame to face the darkness where the voice had come from. You knew the voice, but that isn’t to say that you weren’t afraid of it’s owner.

“I-I did, Prince Ivar. Did you have a good night?” You asked sweetly, ignoring the cold that bit at your delicate flesh even under the layers. A scoff came from Ivar as you heard a thud, then crawling as the youngest Ragnarsson emerged from the shadows and helped himself into the chair. “It would have been better if you were not so loud in there.” He admitted, you felt as the blood began rushing to your cheeks.

“Did I wake you? I apo—“

“No. I rarely find myself sleeping anymore.” He sighed, taking a drink from a cup of ale left out, staring at the mess he and his family had made at dinner time. “As do I.. Maybe I could help you? Make it easier for you to slumber.” You offered, a friendly smile playing on your soft features. You could see his eyebrows raise, even in the dim light of the hall.

“You would help me?”

“Of course, you are my master. I am always at your disposal and need.”

“Why would you want to help me, why waste your resources and knowledge on a cripple?”

His degrading words tugged at your heartstrings. You had known Ivar all your life, occasionally coming into the great hall as a child with your mother to tend to the Princes, but now that you were always in here, you felt sorrowful for the youngest son. You never understood why he despised himself for something he couldn’t help, he was as strong as his brothers, as smart, he was like them in every way.

“Knowledge is supposed to be shared, Sire. Your deformity does not wain my want to help you.”

He had almost never heard anyone but his mother who wasn’t affected by his curse for it had been his life’s burden, but hearing the way you were willing to help him, despite the ways he had been cruel to you in the past, ignited something in him he had never felt before. There was a silence between you both before you stood up, shivering. “I must go back to the Prince before he awakens to my absence. Goodnight, Ivar. I hope you sleep.” You bowed, making your way back into Hvitserk’s chambers for the rest of the night.

—

You expected the mess when you got up the next morning, cleaning up just in time for the sons of Ragnar and Queen Aslaug to wake up. You served them their breakfast, you and Hvitserk giving each other small glances that didn’t go unnoticed by the eldest. “What is going on between you two?” Ubbe asked with a smile on his face. Hvitserk took a bite from his fork, his lips curling into a smirk as you tried your best to keep your composure. Sigurd chuckled after Ubbe did, Ivar only rolling his eyes.

“Couldn’t you hear them? They sounded like livestock.” He said bitterly.

“You shouldn’t compare a lady to livestock, Ivar.” Aslaug commented, sipping on her ale. Ubbe nodded in agreement, only irritating Ivar further. The rest of breakfast went by as normal, Sigurd arguing with Ivar, Ubbe being their peacemaker. But after you requested from the Queen to visit the market, needed herbs for the sleep concoction your mother would give you as a child to ease you to sleep.

The day wasn’t as cold as the night, so you didn’t have to wear so many layers out, feeling the need to take your tine to grab the ingredients until you met with the eyes of Ivar as he sat on hay bells, overlooking the Kattegat inhabitants.

You shot him a smile and made your way over to him, holding the bag of ingredients gently in your hands. “When I was a child, my mother would give me this to help me sleep. I can give you some tonight, if you would like, Sire.” You offered, shielding your eyes from the sun that momentarily peeked from the grey clouds. Ivar shrugged, plucking out pieces of hay from the bell. You took his silence as a cue that he wanted to be left alone, so you said goodbye and made your way back to the Great Hall, unsurprised to find none of the Princes there.

The day went by as usual, cleaning up, tending to Queen Aslaug. And dinner was quiet, Ivar was in no mood to eat, so he skipped to lay in his chambers. Once you had cleaned you had made your way there with the concoction ingredients in hand. You knocked on the door, announcing yourself before entering to see Ivar peering out of the window.

He turned to you, crawling over into bed. “I-I have the stuff, if you would like to try it.” You showed him. He looked long and hard at it, bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth then looking up at you in a way that said ‘go ahead’.

You poured the ingredients into the stone bowl, mashing them up with a nearby knife before putting warm water in it to dissolve the now mashed up ingredients. You smiled as you handed the bowl to him, watching as he hesitantly took a sip, “How do you know so much?” He questioned.

You weren’t expecting him to ask you this, so when he did you tensed up before shrugging, “My mother was a very smart woman despite her status. She figured there was no point in being alive if she couldn’t share her knowledge.” You remembered the fondness you felt for your mother, then feeling sad upon the memories arrival.

“What happened to her, your mother?”

“A plague took her. When Queen Aslaug found me in the streets struggling to even feed the livestock she allowed me to work within the Great Hall.” You informed, trying immediately after to change the subject, “Do you feel any sleepier, Sire?”

“Yes.”

You stood, brushing off your lap and gathering the bowl, stopping when you felt his strong hand grip your wrist, “Stay, [Y/N].”

“Why, Sire? I must attend to my duties.”

Ivar rolled his eyes in a typical fashion, taking the bowl away from your hand and placing it on the floor, pulling you towards him. You were shocked as he did this, now being face to face with the Prince. He looked nervous, ashamed even at his request.

His request was simple, for you to lay with him as he slept, to hold him in your arms. You had rarely done this kind of thing before, the feeling being foreign as Ivar rested his head on your chest, pulling you closer to his shirtless form. You draped your arms around him as be got comfortable. Soon the Prince was fast asleep, but you couldn’t pry yourself from his iron grip.

It appeared you would be there all night.

—

author’s note; fjgkak i needed some fluffy!ivar in my life and this was how. I hope you all enjoyed!

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Masterlist (Updated 12/08/19)

Avengers:

That’s Just Wrong

We Irritating

Steve Rogers:

Come Back To Me

1940′s Day

We Lost Them

‘I Could Never Have This’

Rapunzel

Language Of Love

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

You Abandoned Me Series 11/11:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Bucky Barnes:

1940′s Day

Hold My Hand

Wardrobe Malfunction / Part 2

For You

Delirious Confessions

Mr and Mrs Barnes

Our First Night

The Butterfly Effect (Powers!Reader)

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Tony Stark:

Salt ‘n’ Pepper

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

New Menu

Not Alone

‘We’ve both had a shitty day, so let’s just stay in and cuddle.’

Thor Odinson:

A New Ruler

New Haircut

History of Our Worlds

Looks Aren’t Always Everything

Loki:

Mischief In The Making

Peter Quill:

Mother Figure

Peter Parker:

Stay Out Of My Way

Secret Dreams

A Bad Disguise

Door To Door

Millionaire Mentor

‘You knew I was going to ask you out?’

Hiding

‘I know how much you love her.’

Saying The Wrong Things

Stephen Strange:

The Doctor’s Daughter (Powers!Reader)

Sam Wilson:

Wingman

I Found

Wanda Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

A Different Person

Broken Hands

Pietro Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

Brock Rumlow:

Workplace Drama

Unprofessional

Jack Thompson:

The Right Kinda Gal

Clint Barton:

High Rooftops (Stark!Reader)

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby:

The Tattooed Lady

‘You’re worth more.’

‘She’s Always Been The One’

Finn Shelby:

Practically Invisible

Difference Doesn’t Matter

The Girl From The Circus

Ada Shelby:

Protesting For Love (Fem!Reader)

Isaiah Jesus:

‘Let me help you!’

Michael Gray:

Snowy Nights

Bonnie Gold:

Thin Ice

Vikings

Cast Imagines:

I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig

Ivar Ragnarsson:

It Wasn’t You / Part 2

A Short Temper

Too Close

Lost In Love

A Typical Love Story

Obsessed

The Benefits of Friendship

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Perfect Match

Hvitserk Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Just Confess

I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2

I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3

An Unforeseen Future

Certain Affairs

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

Gentle Viking

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

A Real Farmer

You Look At Me Differently Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sigurd Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Bjorn Ironside:

Useless Excuses

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Missing Piece

Ragnar Lothbrok:

Friends Till The End

The Funny Foreigners

A Strange Bond

Halfdan The Black:

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

Vague Memories

Just Be Gentle

Dark Things

I Am Not Small

The Quiet One Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Margrethe:

Sticking Together

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow:

The Other Woman / Part 2

A Continuous Nightmare

A Late Present

Men From The North

Stand Up For Yourself

This Cannot Happen

Cold Hearted

How Long Are You Staying For?

Battling For Love

A Twisted Tale

Robb Stark:

This Is My Idea Of Fun

Stop Stepping On My Feet

Bran Stark:

You Don’t See It

Sansa Stark:

A Long Awaited Rescue

Brienne of Tarth:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Tormund Giantsbane:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Sons Of Anarchy

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Patched In-SAMCRO x Gay!Reader

Jax Teller:

The Ideal Daughter Part 1/ Part 2

Rebellious

Secrets Revealed

Cutting The Tension

Not Your Typical Woman

Charming’s New Resident

The New Opie / Part 2

Wreck and Repair

Opie Winston:

Spicing Things Up

Happy Lowman:

Love Is Blind, Literally

Chibs Telford:

I’m Too Old For This Shit

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin:

A Different Background

Time To Meet The In-Laws

Our Friends Across The Pond-Eggsy Unwin x Avengers!Reader

Dangerous Woman

The Secretary

How Romantic (Hart!Reader)

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield:

You Have Changed Part 1/ Part 2

Kili Oakenshield:

Coming Home

The 100

Bellamy Blake:

Contact

The Real Me

Not The Same

Forming An Alliance Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Clarke Griffin:

The Final List

The Riot Club

Alistair Ryle:

Money Fixes Everything / Part 2

Dimitri Mitropoulos:

‘I like you either way’

Car Share

Harry Villiers:

Reversed Roles

American Horror Story

It All Comes Down To This-Kit Walker x Reader

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon:

A Betraying Secret

Another Protector

The New Rule

In Line For The Throne / Part 2

A Need For Comfort

Merlin:

Second Impressions

A Touch of Magic

A Magic Bond

Sir Leon:

The Silent Maiden

Gwaine:

Expected

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Feels Like Home: The Return (pt.1) (Hvitserk x Reader)

Okay, so this idea is something I have been contemplating for a while now and recently I’ve come to the conclusion of ‘why the hell not’. The story is gonna have around 5 parts and I plan to keep each chapter short (less than 2.000 words) to make things more reader friendly.

Summary for pt.1: Following your father’s death you are on your way to Kattegat and wonder if your childhood friends, the Ragnarssons, will be there to greet you when you arrive. You are especially curious about one particular brother.

Warnings: none, I think. This is just fluff basically. (Angst will come later on.)

Word count: 1.160-ish

* Moodboard is mine, images used are not. *

You are staring at the night sky, trying to remember the last time the stars shone this bright at you… nothing comes to mind. The cog sailing ship you won from a wealthy merchant by beating him in cards is slowly rocking under you. The waves are crashing against its side rhythmically, creating a melody as soothing as a lullaby. You pull the furs tighter as a light gust of wind hits your face and sends shivers down your spine. You forgot just how chilly this land is... The moonlight illuminates the water, and, in the distance, you can see the outline of Kattegat’s shores. In less than an hour you will set foot on the soil you have not walked on for many-many years and your heart almost bursts with nervousness. A multitude of questions and what if-s flood your mind, not leaving room for clear thinking. What if returning was a terrible idea? What if nothing goes as planned? Will the Ragnarssons be there to greet you when you arrive? But most importantly, will he be there?

All five sons of Ragnar are waiting in the port – some more patiently, some less. They have been there for quite a while now and the cold starts to creep deep into their bones. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. You are not the only one full of questions, they all have inquiries of their own, although they keep them to themselves. They are curious about things like how much have you changed? Will they be able to recognize you? It’s been ten years after all... Or like why didn’t you come visit all this time if they were as important to you as you claimed when you took your leave? And why didn’t you write at least a few words every now and then?

“Alright, brothers, here she comes. Please behave.” Bjorn says as your ship anchors down and people start disembarking. His remark earns him a scoff from Ivar and a smile from the rest.

“We are not children anymore, Bjorn, you need not to worry about our demeanor.” Ivar replies with audible annoyance in his tone.

“That you indeed are not!” a delicate female voice turns their heads in its direction and the men’s eyes widen in awe.

The woman standing in front of them looks just as breath-takingly beautiful as the day she parted, though her features are more mature and there is a glint of wisdom in her eyes.

“Y/N?” Ivar speaks up, breaking the silence. “Is that really you?”

You feel a huge smile spread across your face at the sound of your name coming from his mouth.

“Yes, my King, it’s really me.”

Hearing you address him like that makes him replicate your facial expression.

“So, you have heard about my title…”

“Well of course I have, and I could not be any happier for you!” you take a step forward and open your arms to embrace him in a hug but stop yourself abruptly.

“Gods, where are my manners… I shall ask… would you allow me to hug you, my King?”

Without a word he grabs your hand and pulls you in, squeezing you tightly.

“Besides my brothers and my wife Freydis, you might be the only person on Earth who shall not ask things like this.” he whispers into your ear. “Gods, I missed you, Y/N…”

“I missed you, too, Ivar! The last time I saw you, you were half a head shorter than me and you did not use crutches! Sometimes I would crawl with you in the dirt so you would not feel alone, remember? But now look at yourself… I have to tiptoe to be at your eyelevel.” you whisper back then pull away to take a look at the others.

“It’s my turn, hand her over, Ivar!” Bjorn exclaims having caught your gaze.

He envelopes you into a bear-like hug then takes a step back to inspect you in all your glory.

“My, my… I must admit you have grown into a lovely young lady, Y/N. Who would have thought that a girl who spent most of her time in the company of rowdy boys would turn out this exquisite?”

“Thank you. Although I must add that those boys were not half as rowdy as they would like to believe they were.”

Your comment is rewarded with lively laughter and your heart grows two sizes at the sound. Up until this moment you have not realized just how much you missed the Ragnarssons.

Ubbe is next to greet you. He lifts you up by grabbing onto your hips and spins you around a couple of times, enjoying the giggle that escapes your mouth.

“Please stop it Ubbe, I’m going to get dizzy! And you remember what happens when I get dizzy, don’t you?” your insinuation works, and he puts you down gently.

“Of course I do! And I do not wish to be vomited on so, feel free to proceed with greeting the rest of my brothers.” he chuckles.

“I don’t mind if you vomit on me because that would confirm that this is not a dream and you are really with us, here in Kattegat!” Sigurd whispers once he hugs you and his words awaken your remorse.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t write, Siggy! I have absolutely no excuses. All I can hope for is your forgiveness.”

“You have it, Y/N.” he replies without missing a beat. “You have it.”

Last but not least, you step in front of the third son of Ragnar Lothbrok. Your heart is pounding against your chest so loud, you fear that even he can hear it.

He has not changed much over the years. He became taller and perhaps has more facial hair and longer braids, but his eyes radiate the same kindness and warmth as before. A faint smile appears on his handsome face and he takes both your hands, pulling you closer to his body. Even though it is considerably cold your skin burns where he touches you.

“Welcome back, Y/N! I am sorry about your father, we all are. My brothers are just too joyous to see you, that is why they forgot to mention it.” he says softly, reminding you of the reason of your return – your father’s death.

“Thank you, Hvitserk! I deeply appreciate it.”

Your arms unconsciously snake around his torso, and he hugs you around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your figure still fits into his perfectly.

You just stand there for a minute like that in silence, only the murmur of the waves and the sound of servants unpacking can be heard. 

You both feel the eyes of the others burning into you, but you could not care less. Being this close to each other feels like home and that is something neither of you have experienced in a long time.

Read PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 and PART 5 (final part).

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White Butterflies, pt iv || Hvitserk Lothbrok x Reader

Words: 2174

Warnings: Mentions of violence and storms? 

Summary: The ships prepare to leave

A/N: Took a while, but i hope it’s not toooooo bad lmao

i | ii | iii | iv | v

This story doesn’t follow the plot, so you don’t have to know the story to understand it.

You lay under the furs, warmed by your husband, who had wrapped himself around your waist during the night, his hand slipped under your nightgown, and soft snores escaping him. You stroked his hair, content with the view of the viking’s face, and with your new life. A month had passed, and the frost had broken, the spring arrived, and the boats had been built. The ships would be leaving tomorrow, and it almost broke your heart to know that you would be alone for the next months. First light was yet to arrive, and the only sound in the camp was the shuffling and whispering of the thralls, beginning to make the day’s meals and ready the supplies for the next day's ships. You closed your eyes, hearing the first birds begin to call, and the sleeping man on your chest slowly opened his eyes, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“Mornin’ beautiful,” he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows, staring down at you, “I don’t wanna get up.” he complained.

You wrapped an arm around his neck, “Then don’t,” you kissed his nose, “they don’t need you yet.”

“Mmm,” he smiled, “consider me convinced,” he leaned down and kissed you softly, rolling you on top of him. You went for a kiss, but were distracted by the sound of a knock on your door. Sighing, you sat up, still straddling him, and he rolled his eyes, “Yes?” he called.

One of the thralls, Solveig, came in, timidly, and you rolled off of Hvitserk’s lap. “King Ivar asks that you come to the Great Hall immediately, my Prince.”

“Ah,” he sighed, sitting up and swinging his legs off of the bed, “I’ll be there soon,” you watched the thrall leave, and then you both began to dress. “Come with me to the hall?” he pleaded.

“So I can watch you talk of battle with your brothers?” you asked, not convinced, “They are… violent company.”

“But after tomorrow I won’t get to see you for so long,” he put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer, “I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

You blushed, “Fine,” you agreed, “but I’m leaving if I get bored.”

“Y/N?” Geoffrey asked, “Are you paying attention?”

You drew your gaze away from the window, “Of course, Brother.”

He looked at you skeptically, and turned back to your father, who was showing him a map. In truth, this meeting had no connection to you, but Father insisted you come, given that you needed to know how to rule countries if you were to marry well. Arthur looked across the table at you, full of scorn.

“Father,” He spoke, still staring at you, “Given that our sister is a woman, she shall never be concerned with how to strategize an attack.” Arthur’s eyes showed a familiar, hateful glint, and you knew he’d do anything to stop you from being here.

“Your sister is almost as good at strategy as you are, and better than Geoffrey or Theodore.” he glanced at you, “I admit, it’s… unorthodox, but given her skill, we might as well make use of it, before we no longer can.”

Before you were married off like cattle, you thought. “Father,” you said, suddenly feeling uneasy, almost like you were going to throw up right then and there, “Arthur is right, it’s improper for me to be here. May I take my leave?”

“Of course,” your father looked at you stonily, his eyes suddenly full of contempt. “Go to your mother.”

You slipped out of the room, nausea filling you, making you double over. The idea of marrying a stranger made you feel disgusted. All of your ladies in waiting had stories of women forced to marry men as old as their fathers, with furious tempers and large bellies from too much wine and a taste for things they had long outgrown. You had just passed your thirteenth summer, and you knew you only had a year or two more before such men began to make offers. Perhaps less, people were already offering betrothals and alliances for when you came of age, and the thought of marrying a stranger made you want to vomit.

You leaned against the large, stone arch you stood by, and thought of your parents. Your father, almost at his sixtieth birthday, and your mother, coming up to her fortieth. You couldn’t marry a man two whole decades older, the thought bringing on another wave of nausea. Sighing, you walked down the hall, passing through the archways and past the tapestries. You reached the doors of the castle, and went down to the gardens. The summer flowers were wilting, and the first leaves were beginning to fall. 

If you were spring, surely your husband would be in the autumn of his life. Older, beginning to fall away.

*

You looked at Solveig, and offered her some bread, but she shook her head.

“Come on,” you tried to persuade her, “just have some bread. You’ll be stuck with me for months, you might as well be my friend.”

“My Princess,” She sighed, “I couldn't possibly.”

“I command you.” you said, and she sighed, taking the bread. “So,” you turned to her, “the men leave tomorrow,” you pointed out, “anyone you’ll miss?”

“Princess, I couldn’t discuss this with you.” she blushed.

“Two things, don’t call me ‘Princess’, it’s just Y/N.” you smiled, “And secondly, I had these Ladies back at my old court, and we always used to discuss these things, I won’t tell!”

“There is someone…” she started, and at your excited look, she blushed.

“Oh, do tell,” you said, “Please, I’ve had no one to talk of these things with, tell me.”

“I couldn’t…”

“Is it someone I know?” you frowned, thinking of who it could be, and by the look of her face, it was. “Solveig, I’ll find out.”

“Please,” she begged, “this is embarrassing.”

“I don’t want to embarrass you,” you said, “If you wish to stop talking of it, we can.”

You looked out to the sea, and to the many ships in the harbour, filling the fjord with majestic beauty. You looked at the ground beneath you, damp and muddy, sprouts of grass shooting up, a reminder of the coming summer. You watched as ants crawled over the patchy grass, towards their nest. You looked around and felt dread filling you.

“My Princess,” Solveig called, concerned, “Is everything okay?” you looked back at her.

“Are there usually ants by the docks?” you asked, and she shook her head.

“Ants.” whispered your mother.

“Mother?” you asked, “It’s just an ants nest, one of the travellers from the south said there are these ones in-”

“Shush,” she said, worry written all over her face, “Your father’s hunt must not take place.”

“Why?” you asked, “Because of the ants?”

“Bad weather is coming,” she said, pulling her cloak tighter around herself, “Ants only work like this when a storm approaches.”

You frowned. Your mother was a superstitious person, and had taught you to always pay attention to the signs God sent you, and while your brothers took no heed of her warnings, you had never seen her predictions to be incorrect. It scared you.

“We must go to find the King.” you said, and Solveig nodded.

“He’s with Prince Ubbe, I believe,” she said, “In the Hall.”

You walked with her there, and entered to see all of the Ragnarssons, Hvitserk standing to greet you with a kiss. You looked at his brothers, spread around a map, discussing plans of attack. “You cannot sail tomorrow.” You addressed them, and Ivar stood abruptly.

“Why?” Bjorn asked, and you saw the skeptical stares of the brothers.

“There were ants, by the docks.” You said, and by the look on their faces, you realised they must not have been taught the same superstitions as you, “Every time I ever saw ants’ nests, a storm has come. Bad ones.” you explained.

“We’re not basing our raid off of Christian superstitions.” Ivar said, glaring at you.

“There was this one time,” you said, “When I was fourteen. The night before my brother and father went on an outing to Francia, a friendly one, for a marriage, I found this huge ant’s nest. They left that morning, and the next thing we heard was that there was a huge storm as they sailed. They barely escaped alive. I’m not saying this to stop the raid, I’m saying it to try and help you.”

Ivar leaned forwards, trying to stare you down, but you were stubborn, and you held his stare. “We sail tomorrow, and that will not change because of a Christian superstition or because you will miss your husband.”

“Brother,” Hvitserk objected, “there have been many hints to a storm, and it would be unwise. Perhaps you should not dismiss-”

“Do not fight me on this.” Ivar said.

You must have met a hundred men like Ivar, who had taken a throne by force, and felt invincible because of it. You had heard the stories, he rarely lost a fight, and any anger he already had was acted upon, he felt superior, apparently he had even declared himself a god. You remembered men like this who had offered you a hand in marriage, and you wondered how he would fall, in the end. 

*

“I tried.” Hvitserk said, later that evening. He was worried, you could see it plainly on his face and in his body language. He sat, staring into the hearth, while you busied yourself arranging his things for the ships in the morning. “Ivar’s stubborn, and I fear he may be wrong.”

You sat down next to him, and he turned his head to you, “Tomorrow will not be the last time I see your face.” you assured him, “Nor will it be the last time I see Ivar’s or Ubbe’s. You’ll come back, I can feel it. But this raid will not be the end to this. Ivar’s breaking an agreement, it will be taken seriously by my family.”

“I hope that is true.” he whispered, your faces only inches apart, eyes searching each other.

“Can you promise me something?” you muttered.

“Of course,” you saw further concern paint his face.

“If you get into the castle, and you are given the opportunity to kill my family, do what you will with them, but please, leave Theo.” you pleaded, and he nodded.

“Theo,” he repeated, “the youngest one?”

“Mm,” you agreed, “he’s the only good one.”

He chuckled softly, kissing you gently, “My love,” he murmured, “I will leave for months now,” he kissed you again, “let us not think of anyone outside of this room.”

“Of course, my Dear.” you kissed him again.

*

The harbour was teaming with people from the moment the first hints of light crept over the horizon. People bringing dried foods, shields and weapons. Final checks on the boats and the plans took place all morning, and then people started to hung, some to cry, as the final hour before departure dawned. Bjorn was first to wish you a farewell.

“Y/N,” he said as he pulled you in, “I’ll bring him back to you, I promise.”

You thanked him, and told him to stay safe. Ubbe came next, hugging you and telling you that you would rule well while everyone was away. In turn, you told him to fight well. Torvi followed, offering to teach you to fight upon her return.

“I’d love to, but I’m not sure it’s my forte.” you’d replied, promising to keep her children safe.

Ivar surprised you with his arrival, and had told you that if any harm became of Kattegat your life would pay. You’d laughed, it was more of a home than anywhere else, but you struck a deal with him, ensuring your brother’s safety and Kattegat’s. 

He looked you over, and said “Stay safe.” before leaving quickly.

You thought that might be the kindest he ever got, and chuckled to yourself. You wondered where Hvitserk was, he’d left before the first light, and few had seen him since. You watched as people began to board the boats. You stood there, on the docks, waiting. 

Your furs were tickling your neck, pushed by the harsh winds, but still protecting you. A hand touched your waist, and you saw him for the first time that day. Hvitserk smiled when he saw you, gently pushing a fallen tendril of hair away from your eye, and tucking it behind your ear. He kissed your temple, and then your forehead, and then your lips as you lifted your head to face him properly. You closed your eyes, dread washing over you. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’ll be back in a few moons,” he whispered, “And every battle, I fight for you.”

“Well then fight well, I need you back here.” you murmured, kissing him again. 

He leaned his forehead to yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

tags: @soleil-dor​ @siliethkaijuy​

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His True Wife

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Main Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson, Bjorn Ironside, Reader.

Characters Mentioned: Gunnhild, Torvi, Ivar the Boneless, King Harald Finehair, Hvitserk

Summary: you made it to Kattegat safely but broken, and the Ragnarssons decided to help you escape to the one man who they wished to never ask for help.

Word Count:   1809

A/N: Okay so I have two major announcements! the first one, the next chapter will be the last! once it’s posted, I can’t wait for you guys to read the oneshots I’ve been working on! and second one is... thank you for the 202 followers! this is insane! I never thought I’d ever get this many people interested in my work in such short notice! thank you all and I love you :’) 

warnings: none (I really suck at writing warnings)

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You arrived in Kattegat around night, you were laying on the horse’s back, clinging to the neck, everyone looked at you as if you were dead, too afraid to come anywhere near you, they watched, circled around you, “move!” you heard a familiar voice, a woman’s, Torvi’s “Y/N?” she said shocked, then immediately helped you off your horse, you were crying, too weak, dehydrated from the road “Y/N what happened?” she asked as she led you to the great hall, immediately pulling a chair for you to sit, near the fire, the servants brought you mead, you drank it so gratefully “Bjorn” you said shaking, Torvi sent the word to bring the Ragnarssons.

Once you were warm and gained your strength, Bjorn came to see you, with Ubbe by his side, the two of them were concerned, they sat next to you, Ubbe gave you his cloak so you remain warm “what happened to you Y/N?” he asked, “nothing compared to what will happen to you” you began, your lips were trembling still, “the Rus are here, Ivar… he lied to everyone, he used me and my farm to gain access to Kattegat, they’ll arrive by the water, they’ll set a camp on my ground in the morning and they’ll come for Kattegat next… I’m so sorry, this is my fault” you cried.

“It’s nowhere near your fault, we knew Ivar wouldn’t just sit still but we still gave him a chance, we are prepared, we prepared ever since you sent the first news, he can’t enter the city so he’ll seize it,” Ubbe told you, everyone can see right through him but you, you allowed your heart and good nature to trick you “we must get her to safety now, Ivar would do gods know what to her now that she ran away from him and betrayed him, and the child, Ubbe we must get her out of Kattegat” Bjorn informed “she’s weak, she must rest” Ubbe protested “we can’t keep her here Ubbe, he’ll kill her, just like his other wife! Just like everyone else he killed.” 

You hated when they talked about you as if you didn’t exist, as if you didn’t have a say,  but right now, you were saving your strength, for the sake of your child, you trusted the brothers enough  “listen Ubbe, if what she’s saying is true that means we have no time, one of us must take her, then go to King Harald and ask for his help in exchange I will acknowledge him as king of all Norway, then with few trusted men, take her to the Village” Bjorn said, already deciding your fate, and once he did, Ubbe followed. 

“I’ll go, you stay here, the people take you as a symbol of power, they’ll be more relieved” he whispered “I will stay here, I’m needed here, I must protect our children” Torvi announced, Gunnhild joined her “Lagartha taught us not to run from a fight or abandon our people, and until Harald arrives I’m the queen, my responsibility is to stay here and protect my people”, Gunnhild added “very well, then you go now, time isn’t our ally on this one” Bjorn sighed, and patted his brother’s shoulder, he sent a word for his men to gather in the great hall.   

Ubbe nodded and gave you a hand, you took it gratefully and headed to the docks, he took a few men and talked to a man who had a small boat, designed by Floki to be the fastest, one that was swift, that a distance of five days would be reduced to two, you laid in the back of the boat, sobbing for what you lost, your home, your land, your people, your life and most importantly, yourself, the pain it caused ached into your heart, while Ubbe and the other men rowed.

It was like that for the rest of the days, you barely ate enough to survive, the same went with water, many men will die because you followed your heart and ignored the signs, you didn’t deserve to be fed more or get a special treat, you allowed a monster in, and pushed everyone else away, your own actions made you a fugitive, with a child that will be born to a terrible fate.

 if his father catches you before you reach safety, then the child will be turned into a second version of him, that if he allowed him to live and if you somehow managed to survive, he will live a life with no man teaching him, guiding him, you were so sure it’s a boy, the gods spoke that much to you.

Now that you think of the dream you had before Ivar left, the serpent, it wasn’t choking him, it was uniting with him, he’s the darkness, “Y/N, we will make a quick stop at King Harald’s, then I’ll take you to Hvitserk” Ubbe whispered so gently, as he sat next to you, you nodded “you and I… we always disliked each other, why?” you asked, your eyes were so red from crying the past few days you’re ought to be blind.

“I don’t know, I blame it on Ivar, once he was out of the way we had peace, I never disliked you, I was more of worried that you’d be playing a game on us with the help of my beloved brother, but I’m guessing you didn’t like me for the stories Ivar told” you nodded “Ivar is the one who played a game on me, the irony of that!” you started crying again, he wrapped his arm around you, embracing you into a hug “we all see the good in our brother, trust me, you’re not the only one he fooled, we hoped for a different end, but you’ll be safe, I promise” 

“You’ll kill him?” you asked, sniffing, wiping your tears off “I don’t see any other solution, I know you love him, I love him too, but we have bigger responsibility towards the people” you nodded, this time, you accepted his fate, this time, you will not defend him, Ivar is dead, to you and soon to everyone else “don’t tell King Harald who you are, otherwise, sneaking you out would be a hard task” 

He hopped off the boat and helped you to reach the docks, giving you his arm to hold for support, your color was pale, you were tired, King Harald’s men escorted you to his hall, the man sat on his throne with his crown on his head, Ubbe bowed his head in respect, so did you, Harald laughed, descending from his throne, he patted Ubbe’s shoulder and looked at you curiously “Ubbe Ragnarsson, and his… whoever you are my beautiful lady, you have nerves to come to my hall yourself, didn’t Bjorn tell you what happened to him? What the new world thinks of the Ragnarssons?” 

“This is Y/N, she’s… she’s controlling the farms in Kattegat, and he told me, but before you take any action, you must learn what I have to say, my brother, risked his life to save yours when you were captured and I shall remind you of the common interests between us, most importantly, the common enemies… Ivar’s back, with an enemy bigger than we’ve ever seen, an army that fights in the snow, assassins, he’s surrounding Kattegat and it’s a matter of time till he comes after you, Ivar is ambitious and you know that… he doesn’t want Kattegat if he can kill one more man and be the king of Norway, we must stop him now”

“Ivar’s your brother, your problem, he’ll take Kattegat and later we’ll defeat him, he’ll make it easier for me, don’t you agree?” Harald smirked “you are forgetting something, my brother turned Kattegat into a fortress in his short ruling period, and if he settles in, your armies would be nothing, no one will survive his rage, besides, if you help us, Bjorn’s willing to abandon his crown” Ubbe explained his offer, Harald didn’t seem quite convinced yet.

“Your grace…” you said, your voice was shaking “you want Ragnarssons to be forgotten no?” he nodded “to forget a legend, you must replace it with another… the man who’s chosen by the kings, the Jarls, and the people, who the Ragnarssons begged for his help, who rescued the people and put an end to a god, I can hear the songs about it, a glory that will follow your entire dynasty… and you’ll merge Kattegat to your kingdom with the people’s blessing, isn’t it what you want?” you asked.

Harald thought for few seconds then laughed, he hugged you “if I were you Ubbe, I’d keep this one close! Tell me Y/N, whose child you’re carrying?” he asked curiously, you gulped “my husband, he was killed on the hand of Ivar’s men, he sacrificed his life for us to be here” once you realized you were talking about your dearest friend, your tears began to fall again, Ubbe looked at you worriedly, but you assured him you were alright, the pregnancy hormones were playing the dirty card on you.

“He was a true man, don’t weep for him, he’s with Odin and the gods now,” Harald said sympathetically, something about a crying pregnant widow woman made those men soft and you wanted to use it to your advantage “you see I’m a king with no one to share my glory, what do you say about ruling by my side?” you shook your head no “I wish to spend my life peacefully, I’ve lost so much no throne can heal me”, “I take it this isn’t your stop” you nodded “I hope you consider helping Kattegat, the Rus are cruel, and if you don’t put the interest of your people first, then Norway will be lost”

“I’ve already made my mind Y/N, I’ll gather the men and we will attack when the moon is full, meanwhile, you are my guests, you and your men, I grant you safety,” he told Ubbe “I have one last task to complete then I will return for you to be your guest” Harald wasn’t very pleased, but he nodded “don’t fool me Ubbe”, “too much at risk for childish games king Harald” 

Once you had a proper meal and prepared for the trip you took off, you didn’t bother with sleeping in, by now, the tides were familiar to you, they didn’t even cause you sickness like the first day, your face gained color but that was it, perhaps, you’ll heal better when you reach your destination.

The boat was quiet, fewer men were on board, only the ones Ubbe trusted with his own life, no one said a word to you, you didn’t bother talking either.

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Crown Of Hearts 1- The Pretty Visitors [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: Hello my darlings! As a lot of you guys wanted it, here is the sequel to the Faint of Heart, but it can be read on its own if you wish<3 Please tell me what you think, kisses! <3

Summary: Not every visitor is welcomed.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe x Torvi, Hvitserk, Bjorn

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of violence and blood, mentions of sex and arranged marriage, please read with care. Also, friendly reminder that  I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in here.

Word Count: 1667

Due to the linking issue, you can reach the prequel “Faint Of Heart” on my masterlist!

Gif’s not mine!

When you were a child, you had promised yourself you would never be like your parents. Deep down, you knew you would be a queen somewhere, since that was all everybody talked about –especially your brother- and throughout your education, that was the one thing they had focused on.

Learn languages, so that you can communicate with different ambassadors.

Make sure you look good, so that neither the king nor the people can ever see you with a hair out of place.

Learn to dance, learn to smile, learn to-

Poison people. Just in case.

Learn to never show what you feel, learn to see through hidden motives, because that might just save your life one day.

Everything was planned, but nobody told you anything about love. Nobody could prepare you how much you’d love the people of Kattegat and Ivar and all the Ragnarssons.

Nobody told you anything about how much you’d be loved by them.

Back when you were a child, every plan was free of emotions. Your marriage would be arranged in a way that would serve your brother’s kingdom, to make him stronger, more powerful, but-

Nobody really told you anything about you being more powerful than him either.

Nobody even thought of the way you and Ivar would build a legacy together.

You weren’t sure you would believe them, even if they told you.  

The familiar babbling pulled you out of your thoughts, and you looked over your shoulder, then walked to bed to see the wet nurse putting your son on the bed so that he could sit up straight, looking up at you with his wide blue eyes, his black hair sticking in every direction. He smiled at you, letting you take a peek at his two shiny white teeth popping up, then held his arms up the same time your falcon who was standing guard over the crib flapped her wings.

“Hello my love,” You said softly as you lifted him up into your arms, “Thank you Hilde.”

The wet nurse smiled at you, “Anything else, my queen?”

“No, thank you. Is Gala around, have you seen her?”

“She was with lady Bree in the Great Hall, my queen. Should I get her?”

You shook your head, “No,” you said “You may leave, I’ll take it from here.”

She bowed and left the room, and you tried to ignore the jealousy at the pit of your stomach for the hundredth time, then looked down at Ragnar who was playing with your hair,

“Ragnar?” you grinned at him, rocking him slightly, “Good morning again, my little love, did you have nice dreams? Hm?”

“Ma ma!” Ragnar said his chubby cheeks showing his dimples and you quickly changed his clothes, then made your way to the Great Hall, your falcon Eitr flying behind you.

“Do you know who’s visiting today?” You asked him, “Some ambassadors from your future kingdom. Well, other kingdom. Are you excited?”

Eitr glided over your shoulder into the Great Hall the same time you stepped in, and Ragnar flailed his arms, as if trying to fly to Ivar.

“We’re here, calm down,”  you let out a laugh as Ragnar giggled, clenching his small fists towards Ivar who looked over his shoulder the moment he heard his giggles.

“My beloved,” you greeted him, and he motioned at the earl to leave, then took Ragnar from you who let out a squeal of glee,

“My love,” he said, then looked down at him, “Hello there, vicious prince.”

Ragnar patted his hands over Ivar’s lips and you shook your head slightly, then let him lean into you to kiss you,

“What did Earl Holger want?”

“To bring more men to the next raid,” he said, “He wants more of the treasure, I suppose.”

“What did you say?”

“That I’d think about it,” he lifted Ragnar up in the air, making him babble and give him a wide smile,

“Ivar, careful-“

“I’m holding him tight, don’t worry,” he made a face at Ragnar, “Why does your mother not trust us, hm?”

“How is he very calm with you and all excited with him?” You heard Bjorn’s voice behind you and turned around to see Bjorn and Bree smiling at you.

“Because I don’t carry him around by the ankle just to hear him giggle?”

“That was once and he liked it.” Ivar said, and Bree shook her head slightly.

“They’re almost here.”

“Where is Hvitserk?”

“Probably off somewhere trying to convince Gala that he is in love with her.”

Ivar scoffed, “Again?”

“It’s been months.” Bjorn commented and Bree shrugged,

“Well with his reputation I can’t say I blame her for having doubts.”

“If she keeps having doubts, he will ask her to marry him one of these days.”

“I think that’d be wonderful!” You said and Ivar shook his head.

“I pity the woman who will marry him.”

“Ironically enough, I remember him saying the same thing about you.” Bjorn took Ragnar from Ivar, “So these ambassadors..?”

“Bring news from my home country,” you said, “Letters lately have been… strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Apparently some lords might be up to something for another heir.”

“They have Ragnar.”

“They also have…one of my cousins. He thinks he has the right to the throne.”

Ivar groaned and turned to Bjorn, “I told you we should’ve killed every lord back there.”

“Because that would work really well, Ivar-“ Bjorn started but a movement by the entrance grabbed your attention.

“Your majesty!” the man leading the others bowed down and looked up at you, “It’s a pleasure to be in your presence.”

“Lord Raydon.” You said, “Welcome to Kattegat.”

“King Ivar,” Lord Raydon greeted him and your eyes found the other man behind Lord Raydon, who stole a glance at you.

“You didn’t tell me Osmond would be here,” you heard Bree’s soft murmur behind you, and you smiled at Osmond,

“Your majesty.” He bowed as Eitr flew over their heads, then returned to your side,

“Thank you for having us,” Lord Raydon said, “It upsets me terribly that we had to meet under these circumstances, but I’m sure it will all be alright in the end.”

“That’s what we hope,” Ivar said, “Otherwise, I will have to plan another war with your country, we all know how it went for your lords the last time. You lost more than half of them, because of their misplaced loyalty to their king, instead of their princess.”

Of course everyone knew why that had happened. Everybody knew it was the joint decision of you and Ivar.

Lord Raydon smiled calmly, “I do hope that it will not come to that, your grace,” he said, “It is not just me, but the mother of your queen who wishes that.”

Your head snapped up, “My mother?”

“Your mother sent you a letter, your majesty.” Lord Raydon motioned at someone behind him, and a girl with striking blue eyes walked through the crowd, “She sent it with her trusted  fortune teller Wilone after she had a dream about the upcoming wars awaiting you and your beloved heir.”

Out of the corner of your eye, even you could tell how shocked Bree was but you tried to keep your expression stable.

“I see,” you said, “Wilone, is it?”

“Yes your grace,” she dropped a curtsy and offered you the letter, “Your mother was devastated by grief, but she wants to have peace with you. She says she’d like to see her grandson in the near future, the heir to the throne.”

That….did not sound like your mother at all.

You took a peek at her skin but it carried none of the signs of poison upon touching the letter, so you took it from her.

“Thank you,” you said calmly “Well, I suppose all of you are very tired. Please eat and rest, before we can talk more.”

They bowed and scattered along the room, then Ivar turned to you,

“Your mother?”

“My mother knows my part in that war, she would never want to have peace with me, not after my brother’s death.”

Bjorn shrugged, “Maybe she is getting old and wants to see her grandson like she said. Age makes people gentler.”

“Not my mother.” You said slowly as Hvitserk entered the hall, followed by Gala who made her way to the table to grab a cup of ice water, redness covering her cheeks as she averted her glances from all of you, trying her hardest to hide her smile.

“What did I miss?” Hvitserk asked and Ivar turned to him,

“Ambassadors.”

“I don’t really like them.”

“You haven’t met them Hvitserk,” Bjorn said, and Hvitserk rolled his eyes,

“I met some ambassadors, they prefer words instead of war.”

Bree touched the small of your back, making you turn to her so that she could whisper to you without anyone hearing you.

“My sweet?”

“I know,” you nodded, “I know. Something is going on, my mother hates me. She would rather see me dead, instead of us having peace. She always loved Edgard better because he was the male heir, it makes no sense-”

“Listen to me closely,” Bree cut you off, “I would be very careful if I were you.”

“Why?”

She nodded at the crowd and you turned your head just in time to see Wilone watching Ivar intently with a small smile on her face, as if she was both curious and thrilled, but it was like a flash of a thunder because soon enough she dragged her gaze away and looked around the hall. You could feel the ice cold feeling spreading through you and Eitr started to circle the room while Ragnar leaned his head on Bjorn’s shoulder, sucking on his thumb and closing his eyes and Ivar pulled you closer to him,

“Why is Eitr so restless?”

You hesitated for a moment, but managed to smile and then shrugged,

“I have no idea,” you said slowly, “I suppose we will find out soon.”

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Crossed Paths

The request:              

Author’s Notes | I love cute scenes! Thanks for the request! I hope you like as well! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 1840 ⁑ Warnings: None

When your father wasn't an Earl, the two of you used to see each other all the time. You were children and despite the way he was acid and sometimes even harsh, you liked to be near Ivar instead of playing outside with the others. You could, but you never liked to run and ruin the beautiful outfits and braids your mother was used to making for you. You rather playing hnefatafl with him and pretend you were a lady and he was a king.

Ivar always liked the way you used to call him "my king".

But your father became closer and closer to Björn and when he was made an Earl by King Ragnar due to the ability he showed to administrate men and lands, you and Ivar were separated for longer times...

You liked your new home - it was a beautiful hall and gorgeous lands with woods and places to play your stories. But you were now a lady without a king, so you started pretending King Ivar was in a raid and whenever you could see him, you would hug him tight as if he was returning from a long trip. None of his brothers ever understood your imagination or why you called him that way, but you didn't care. You liked the smiles Ivar would always have for you and you would hear the stories of his days as if he was telling you the tales of his adventures out of the lands you and him were sharing in your imaginary kingdom.

However, one day, your father left for a raid. And from him, only a crow came back bringing his armlet and the news of his departure to the Halls of the Gods. You were used to visiting Ivar's hall every year to see your king...

That year, you didn't see him.

Nor in the year after... Neither the years that came.

Your mother got married again, then she got pregnant, then, another child. There was always a reason why you wouldn't be able to go to Kattegat and see Prince Ivar. And when you finally found a way to go along your foster father to the town, he wasn't there. According to the tongues, King Ragnar was back.

And your imaginary king was in a real raid this time...

You remember you came back home praying all the prayers you used to pretend for him. And your heart sunk in your chest when you heard of his return.

This time no man was able to prevent you from packing your things.

"Where do you think you're going?" your mom invaded your bedroom when the slaves warned her about the way you were putting dresses into your leather bag.

"A crow came from Kattegat! Ivar is back and he's hurt! King Ragnar is dead such as queen Aslaug! I'm going to see my king!"

Your mother took your bag, throwing it to the other side of the room, angrily.

"You won't go anywhere! There is a new queen and we don't recognize Ragnar's first wife as our queen! You shall stay! We owe nothing to that town anymore and he's not your king, Y/N! Stop this madness! Ivar Ragnarsson is no king! And you're no queen! It will never happen! Stop this childish fantasy!"

You felt your blood boiling.

"I don't care if your new husband will stay and hide and if you want to stay and hide with him! I'm leaving for Kattegat today with or without a bag! I don't care!"

"I do!" your mother said.

And your room was ordered to be locked.

You became a prisoner into your own house, looking out through the window towards Kattegat's shadow away in the horizon, unable to go back to your king, knowing he had too much in his head to come and save you from your torment.

Poor Ivar... His father was dead, his mother was dead, his brothers were gathering an army and soon he would be leaving for England to avenge his father's death, you heard.

It was easy to hear your foster father speaking to your mother from your room, talking to her about how they wouldn't join that army; about the suitor he had for you and the beautiful alliance he would get with your marriage to a man outside of Kattegat's reach.

You fled.

When your foster father left to bring your suitor for the marriage you risked everything. You tied a sheet on the leg of your bed and another sheet on the first and braided the cloths until you had a rope strong enough for you to throw out of the window. You took no clothes with you and nothing but the valuable jewels you had that you sold for a horse at the town before gaining the night away from your home.

You never traveled alone and you didn't know the proper ways to reach Kattegat. You trusted the gods to guide your way and they guided you...

Towards Vestfold.

Tired, dirty, poor, you had no choice but staying in that town, accepting the help you received from the king's castle: they needed a maiden, you knew how to clean and needed the silver.

For the following years, you served on King Harald's castle, hearing from the raids where he was, helping your beloved prince and his brothers with the vengeance against the Englishmen. You also heard when King Harald came back saying Prince Sigurd had fallen by your king's hands and how divided they were now.

Your heart got hurt once again. And you remembered you sat and prayed for him one more time, asking the gods to allow your paths to cross once again so you could soothe the pain in his heart.

The time passed and a fleet was announced in Vestfold's bay. A great table was served to receive the commander and you heard Ivar the Boneless was coming along with his brother Hvitserk and his men, to ally to King Harald against his older brothers Björn and Ubbe...

You never thought you would see this happening - the sons of Ragnar fighting each other. Ubbe turning his back on his mother's murder, Hvitserk separated from his favorite brother.

From all those things, the only thing you never doubted you would see someday was that man coming into the hall, imposing and tall, standing with his braces and a strong presence with an army and a fleet behind his back.

You never doubted Ivar would become the king of your imagination. You never doubted one day he would be a great man.

Your hands trembled with the tray in your fingers and you looked into his eyes, speaking before King Harald could salute him, attracting his icy blues towards you - and your offensive behavior, by the way. For a servant, you were too sassy, but his memory didn't betray him and his ears didn't fool his mind: when your voice sounded, Ivar recognized you on spot.

"My king..."

His face frowned and king Harald laughed.

"Oh, do you know him, child?" he said, looking at you, ironic about your way to salute his guest before himself.

You placed the tray over his table and smiled, straightening your dress.

"I do," you answered, ignoring King Harald's irony.

Your eyes fully dived into those beautiful blues you waited so long to see once again.

"Y/N?" Ivar recognized, walking - he was walking! - closer to you.

"So, I see you know my servant as well, Ivar," Harald insisted on speaking at that moment and Ivar looked at him for a second.

"She's no servant. She the daughter of a loyal Earl from my father's best men," he said, and you walked near him, impressed of how taller than you he was. "What are you doing serving tables in Harald's Hall?"

"My father is gone," you mumbled, still looking at him impressed of how big he became, how large were his shoulders, and how beautiful was his hair braided now. "Feasts in Valhalla along with King Ragnar. My foster father wanted to marry me to another Earl from a different kingdom. A Dane, if I'm not wrong. I don't know. They tried to forbid me to come and see you. So... I fled."

Your words surprised him and his lips curled that way so charming. You couldn't avoid smiling; your cheeks redder.

"I wanted to come when I heard about poor queen Aslaug. But... I didn't know the right way," you said, and King Harald completed, again attracting Ivar's attention, but this time, to endorse your story.

"I've heard she arrived tired, starving, and thin. My servants offered her the work of a maiden that she readily accepted for some coins of silver and a place to stay. I didn't know she was important to you, or I would have warned you about her, my friend," he said, but Ivar waved his hand before softly touching your chin, getting your face completely red.

"I see she's well cared," he smiled. "But I'll have to take your servant from you, King Harald. For the woman you call a servant, is my soon-to-be-queen, a fiancé for a long term that is passed time to become my wife."

Your face became shocked in surprise and the words escaped from your mouth when he smiled at you one of those sassy smiles you were used to seeing whenever he was winning your moves on the hnefatafl table with that absurd advantage he always had.

"Unless... Her stories about being my queen from our childhood until now were just stories..." he said, smiling at you. "Were they, my queen?"

"N... No. I... My king... I wasn't... They were.... real... I"

Your speechless ways, absent the sassiness of one second ago, caused King Harald to laugh freely, smiling at Ivar with his cup raised in his hand.

"So, we shall celebrate. I have an important guest that will probably cede me the honor to have his marriage realized into my Halls. And since she has been being my personal servant for long more than a year, due to her father's loyalty to yours and the way things are adjusting in between us, I'll take her as my family and offer you her heimen fyglia as a way for us to start negotiating our alliance, King Ivar," he said, calling your king the same way you referred to him, getting a smile from Ivar's mouth.

"Bring us the mead, my friend!" Ivar said, embracing your waist with his free hand, smiling at you with his face softly nuzzling yours for a second before smiling at King Harald once again. "I have plenty of time to speak about alliances, crowns... And marriages..."

You smiled, nuzzling your nose tenderly to his neck, embracing him back with the tender touch you always had for him whenever your king was back from your imaginary raids.

It seems, after all, your mother was wrong and your childish fantasies would be real in the end.

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I meant what requests have you got lined up to write?

Ah Sorry! I misunderstood. At the moment I have 43 request but requests are still open. I don’t have an order to write them in this is just the order they’re in my inbox and a lot of them I haven’t made the headers for the ones that came in last night or today.

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