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Chapter IV: New limits

The moodboard-goddess @flowers-in-your-hayr is such a talent. Thank you soo much!

a/n: To those who like BDSM, this is your chapter! The same as always, english is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes.

Pairing: ALEX x Reader x MARCO

Words: 2336

Spotify: Kiana Ledé & Jacquees - Only Fan

Warning: +18, NSFW, smut, soft BDSM, threesome

Summary: You plunge into a new life. This courage makes you do far more than you thought.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III

Almost five months passed, and you haven't seen Alex yet. At first it was planned that he would come to visit you, but he had a few shoots and no time to make a stopover at your place. Ana has broken off contact with Marco and got back together with her ex-boyfriend. The distance has burdened her.

You got a unplanned spring break and decided to fly to Denmark and surprise Alex. You knew he would be home either the same day or the next day. In the worst case scenario, you would just sit in front of the front door and wait for him or Marco to come home.

You packed your things and took the train to the airport. Your flight was delayed, and you got to their home at almost 10pm. You stood in front of the door and didn't dare to ring the bell; your legs were shaking so badly that you could not stand up straight.

Alex opened the door and you hand him the food."Did someone order sushi?"

,,What?!!’’ Alex was stunned, his chin dropped.

,, Is this real? No way elskede, this can't be true!!''. You jumped at him and he almost fell over. He was overjoyed and couldn't stop kissing you.

"Maarco! Come here, see who's here!” Yelled Alex. Marco came out of the bathroom and only had his shorts on.

,, Heeej, what are you doing here?! You are crazy, girl. So good to see you'' He grinned and shook his head. You were surprised because he had no intention of hugging you. You saw someone get up from the sofa. A beautiful blonde looked at you with a smiling face.

,, Hi, I'm Clara''. Her short pants and crop top showed more of her body than you would have liked. You looked at Marco and he immediately felt uncomfortable.

“This is a good friend of Marco. And she's my girlfriend Y / N'' Alex pointed to you. You nodded to her and said ,,Hi’’ without any emotions. You wanted her to know that you would never become friends.

Alex helped you put your things in his closet and brought the food into the kitchen. You knew that sushi was his favorite food. He asked you to sit down and served you a glass of wine.

"Thank you so much for the sushi, I love it! So tell me, how long are you going to stay?" Marco heard the question and looked directly in your direction.

,,Ehm…I have to tell you something. I was actually thinking of moving here. I have already enrolled in a Danish course. And I will start working here in the hospital in two months’’. You told him that you quit your apartment and registered yourself in Copenhagen.

"So even if you don't want me here, I'll stay in Copenhagen" did you comment at the end. Alex was impressed by your initiative.

,,You didn't have to fly back the last time and you know that’’

"But don't worry, I'll find my own apartment as soon as possible and then move out."

"I don't think so, but we'll talk about that later" insisted Alex.

It was late and you were tired, you put the empty glass of wine in the kitchen and took a shower. The shower was at the end of the long corridor, so you had to walk past the guest room and Marco's room. You forgot your bathrobe in the room, so you wrapped the bath towel around you and ran back. The towel was too small so you hoped that nobody would notice. Alex was already waiting for you.

Suddenly someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

"Wait!" Marco pushed your hair aside with his nose and kissed the back of your neck.

"I missed you baby". You turned around but he was holding your hand so tight that you couldn't run away.

"NO" you said quietly in a rough tone. Marco put his hand under your bathrobe and pulled you closer to him.

"You are so hot baby", you rejected his kiss.

"Let go of my arm Marco!" He noticed you said it seriously and he let you go.

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,,You don't know how I missed you, that was an agony. I couldn't even talk to you that much on the phone properly because of all your shifts.’’ Alex complained.

You actually wanted to ask him if he's kidding you like Marco. Marco promised to wait for you and in the end he didn't do it, but you couldn't because Alex didn't know anything about your sex, so you quickly forgot about it.

You were so horny, such a long time without a man in your bed. You were already tired of satisfying yourself. You couldn't wait any longer and dropped your bath towel. You sat on him and put his hands on your ass. You could feel that his cock was already hard. You rubbed it with your pussy and pushed his underpants down so that his cock jumped out. You took it in your hand and slowly shoved it into your pussy. You had to ride him slowly at the beginning because it hurt you a little. Alex looked up at you and closed his eyes. You could see he was enjoying that.

"Moan my name" he followed your command.

,,Louder!’’. you wanted Marco to hear it. You felt a heat inside you, that made you cum. You breathed into his mouth and felt this magnetism between you. Seeing your pleasured face made him even more horny. He climaxed and bit your chin.

Alex had to go to set early the next day, so you fell asleep quickly afterwards.

*********

In the morning you didn't even notice that he had already left. The apartment was very quiet, and you didn't see anyone. You were glad you didn't have to see this chick. You took your coffee and enjoyed the morning sunshine on the balcony. The sun's rays covered the cold, so you could keep your lace-trimmed nightgown on.

,,You don't know how happy I am to see you again baby I missed the smell of your skin so much.’’ Marco had his face right next to your neck and smelled your hair. You pushed him away.

“What do you mean, you missed me. You found a barbie who takes care of you.You couldn't miss me. You are such a liar. Don't you dare touch me again.’’You yelled at him and turned away from him. He held you back on your forearm so you couldn't go away.

"Hey, listen, I went crazy, I thought you'd never come back. You always spoke to Alex on the phone and never asked for me. What should I have done? I've already broken up with her. She won't come back.’’

You were so close to his lips, you knew it wouldn't stop at a kiss, so you didn't dare. You were hoping he would make this decision for you. Marco grabbed your ass, lifted you up carried you into the apartment. You couldn't resist him. He was very dominant with you in contrast to Alex. He put your panties aside and stroked your clit, you were already wet. Your legs were around his waist, until his cock found his way in your pussy.

,,Baby harder’’ You wanted him to be rougher. It made the whole thing more intense. Beeing discovered by alex was like a thrill for you. His hips smacked against your thights. Marco knew exactly when to act harsh to let you cum.

The mood after sex was intimate, as if you had known each other for years, it gave you a feeling of security.

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When you went home in the afternoon after the Danish course, both were sitting at home and playing video games. You sat between them, but they paid no attention to you. So, you got up again and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"I'll help you," said Alex to you and took the knife away from you. You took the chance and took a shower.

"Ouch, I cut myself. Where's my nurse?! '' Alex wanted you to look at the wound. You had to grin because the cut was barely visible.

"You have to kiss it for it to heal." and held out his finger to you. You looked him in the eyes and your tongue ran all over his finger. You felt how it made him horny. You sucked his finger and then let his hand slip under your bra, so he could feel your hard nipples. Marco was still sitting on the couch, but could exactly hear what was going on.

,, I have a surprise for you’’. Alex blindfolded you and took you into a room. You took small steps because you were afraid of falling or running into a wall.

,,Come on elskede, trust me.” He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down. You lay on the bed with your legs bent. Shortly afterwards you heard a "click" on your wrists.

He slowly marked a trail of kisses, while you were tied to bed, just before your pussy he stopped.

"Do you like it?" it was Marco's voice and you were briefly confused. After he kissed you, you knew perfectly well that it was him. Your tongues pressed together in a hot openmouthed kiss. He pulled off your blindfold and you saw both lying next to you. Alex had already taken off his clothes and only had his pants on.

“I told him about us. I told him what we did in the disco and about sex in the morning.” You were shocked and scared of Alex's reaction. You knew it had to be said, but you weren't prepared at all.

,,We don't want to intimidate you, but we could both make you happy.'' said Marco. You looked shyly at Alex, but couldn't see any emotions on his face.

,, I knew you guys like each other, Marco eyefucks you all the time. I knew you had sex, because you rejected me even though I had fingered you in the disco shortly before.” added Alex.

,,You can think about it and then let us know. We won't force you.’’

Alex wanted to free you from the handcuffs, as you yelled.

,,No, don't!”, you searched for eye contact.

,, Come closer...’’ you whispered. ,,You are too nice to me guys. I know exactly how much you like having rough sex. So, let's stop pretending to like it gently.”

Marco sat at the foot of the bed, you knew he liked doggy style, so you turned around and pressed your ass towards him. He squeezed your ass cheeks and could see your pussy while doing it. He caressed your already wet pussy and shoved his cock in. It made you moan loudly. You liked that feeling of being dominated and they liked it even more. Marco put his hand around your neck and pulled your head towards his chest. You could hear his fast breathing.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, why did you keep me waiting so long for this…Look at Alex and tell him how much you like to be fucked hard, you nasty girl.”

Alex sat in the corner of the room on an armchair. He was hearing your clapping cheeks and rubbed his cock.

“Please fuck me harder Marco“, you’ve never seen Alex so horny.

He got up and approached you. His big hand touched your soft neck and choked you. He did it very gently so that you could breathe easily, he was rather shy. His tongue slided soft over your upper lip. You wanted to kiss him but he refused.

,,You won’t decide what we'll do” and wagged his finger.

,,Let's turn her over!’’ he said. They talked about you like you weren't there.

Alex released the handcuffs from the bed but left them on your wrists. Marco put your legs on his shoulders so that he could penetrate you deeper. Alex knelt down to you and stroked your mouth with his cock. He had your arms trapped between his thighs. They grinned at each other and focused on you again. You were like on fire. Your pussy pulsed and your climax came closer and closer. You looked at Alex who was close to your face.

,,Can I cum? " Your hands sank into the sheets and you couldn't wait any longer.

,,Let it happen elskede” He gave you a gentle kiss and bit your lower lip. He saw you cumming and jerked off on your breasts, your spread it over your nipple and licked your finger clean. Marco moaned loud in your ear, you felt how the sperm ran out of your pussy.

"Tak baby”, muttered Marco while smooched your neck.

They both got off you and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Are you okay?" and released your handcuffs.

“I feel better than ever. Don't worry guys, you didn't hurt me and you never will.

" You stood up und walked into the bathroom.

,,Do you sleep in my bed tonight? I would be happy about that” Marco called after you.

,,I think I will settle in the guest room if you both agree. I can start work earlier than planned and it would be easier for me if I have my own room”

,,That’s not a problem for me, but i will sneak into your room if i want a kiss” said Alex with a wink.

,,All right, no problem, good night and wake me up tomorrow” said Marco a little disappointed.

,,Good night guys and thank you for letting me live here” and closed the door behind you.

Chapter V: Inopportune moment!

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lisinfleur · 7 years ago

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Back Home

Author’s Notes | “After many days of battling” - Marco Ilsø Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, inspired by the image and quote taken by Marco Ilsø’s Instagram acc (@ marcoilsoe), suggested soundtrack: Fairy Tale (Shaman) Words | 1345 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, Fluffy, romance.

For many days she remained sitting at the balcony, looking to the horizon.

Her eyes saw the dawn and the sunset more times than she can remember since his hands had waved one last goodbye; his chair, empty by her side, remembering what she was always so faithfully waiting for.

They never had the chance to get married. Their relationship was only starting to go into this direction when he had to go to England to avenge his father. Then Vestfold with his younger brother and all that war that didn’t touch her since the house they had chosen was near the borders of Hedeby, far away from all that terrible conflict.

On the few times she saw him during this conflict, their love only grew a little more with each touch, each word. She didn’t need one entire life to know he was the other piece of her soul lost in the universe, her fate. But since the last time he left, her fate became to wait tirelessly for his return. With no further clue of when he would come back... Or if he would come back someday.

She had made new blankets for the winter she spent alone in her bed, cold without his body by her side. And every single day she gives a piece of bread to the homeless in the market: leftovers of the bread she cooked on the morning before, waiting for him to eat with her.

He never came back, yet she never gave up. Every single morning she cooked a new loaf. His locker already had some new comfortable clothes she made for him and now her fingers were sliding on needles and wool once again. Another winter would come and she wanted to be sure that he would be warm...

He asked her to wait for him and she promised herself she would wait 'till the last day of her life if necessary.

The sun was setting again. Time to go inside, close the doors and the windows to avoid insects and take a look at the dinner she was cooking for tonight. His favorite roasted meat. Rice and potatoes she planted herself. Everything was ready and she set the table for two, even she had been eating alone for all these months.

She went outside to take her basket with the wool and needles she was using to knit and see the last sun rays at the sky, maybe pray to the gods to protect him. But when her eyes reached the horizon, her basket fell on the ground.

And her eyes filled with tears...

He could remember every single step of that road. Every single swing of the horse under him, making his heart remember how to beat. He wished he could go faster - as fast as his horse could run - but his body was aching. Even the slow pace of the horse was now hurting his tired muscles.

But his lips curved in a soft smile when he saw her coming down the little stairs of his balcony. Her beautiful eyes full of tears and her lips covered by her hands.

His eyes could see a little basket at the ground... She was knitting. He remembers to spend some good hours seeing the way her fingers were so skilled in this art, sliding the wool through the needles, making a beautiful new cloth from the tangle of knots his eyes couldn't understand. Good memories, between so much blood and pain.

The horse stopped and he came down from the saddle, grunting the pain of stand on his feet once again. Her soft hands touched his chest, helping him to balance. But he could feel her touch... She was real... It wasn't another of his many dreams...

He raised his hands, intending to touch her sweet face. And leaned his head to hers, intending to touch foreheads with her as he was used to doing. But he didn't. His face was sweaty, his hands still dirty... He didn't want to stain her skin with all the dust and blood of his battles. No. She was his safe place, his port... He didn't want anything from that terrible world he was in, could reach her.

Their faces were so close now... He could feel her breath against his own... Her sweet smell like fresh flowers of a spring he didn't see for so long...

"Hvitserk..."

His eyes closed when the sound of her melodic voice came into his ears. And it was impossible not to smile. That voice... How many times he begged, in the middle of the cries of the battlefields, to hear her calling him that way again? How many times he begged in pain for her fingers to touch his skin as she was doing now, caressing his face with her fingertips like drawing him, seeking for the same assurance he was trying to feel: That he was home, alive, whole... How many times he begged, thirsty and hungry, for her sweet lips to touch his again as she was doing now, kissing his dry mouth so slowly, so softly, so his...

He didn't want her to cry. But even her tears had a sweet taste now.

He didn't want to dirt her. But to feel her arms around his body was so comfortable... So good...

"Come... I'll take care of you".

He didn't know if it was true or if he died and went to his own paradise... But his feet followed her steps inside. His ears listening to the wood creaking under his feet in such a pleasurable sound remembering he never fixed the cracked board at the floor; the smell of fresh food, making his stomach clench inside his body.

She started to fill the bathtub and put some water to warm. Slowly, she made his body free of the stained and dirty clothes; his eyes following each movement of her hands, spreading herbs on the water or touching his wounds and new scars with her fingertips. Washing his skin from all that dust and battle marks.

She took care of each wound. She washed each part of his body. She dried his skin with a soft towel that caused him shivers of pleasure on feeling such a soft cloth on his skin again; her fingers sliding through his hair, washing, untangling, drying them ... Braiding them the way he liked so much.

She gave him a new and comfortable tunic he didn't remember to have; the smooth cloth so enjoyable and warm. Clean trousers and dry shoes.

His fingers were touching each piece of furniture as she was guiding his steps to the dinner table prepared for two. His favorite dish served with a piece of fresh bread and mead in his cup. His eyes got teary when he first tasted the meat. It came down through his throat like a balm, healing the hungry of months eating nothing but dust and blood.

She finished her dinner first and went to the room. When he finished his meal, she took him to the room with her and he could feel again the doors of Valhalla opening in front of his eyes: she had lightened some candles, changed the sheets and hit the pillows. The new blanket over the bed was surely made by her hands. She took off his shoes and helped him to lay down, but he didn't let her go away; his hands pulled her body to his, his fingers undressing her skin, his mouth kissing her body, her sounds filling the room, sending away all the cries of battle and death he had to hear for so long; their bodies becoming one once again.

And when the pleasure consumed them both, he laid his head on her chest, feeling her arms around his body, her fingers sliding through his skin as he could hear her heart beating. He closed his eyes, fearless for the first time in so many nights. And his voice echoed, low, only to her ears...

“I’m finally back home…”

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lisinfleur · 7 years ago

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lisinfleur · 7 years ago

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And so we meet again...

He's sure he remembers her face... If Hvitserk wasn't wrong, he remembers her face from the feast they gave to reunite the kings and earls that came to offer their men to the Great Heathen Army. He was examining the female figure that got into the hall when the male by her side took away all his doubts.

"So you're here, gluttony prince"

"Ah... (Y/N)!" he immediately remembered "And her illustrious bad educated brother. Of course. How's your father?" Hvitserk asked...

...to her. Ignoring completely the education moral that says he would be talking with the men inside the room. The male figure beside the beautiful girl smiling just growls, unsatisfied.

"That's ridiculous! You said we came to talk with the crippled, not with his dog!"

"Brother!" she exclaimed in shocked expression turning to Hvitserk with her most mourning face "Please be patient with my brute brother. He's still annoyed about what happened"

"Pff!" her brother let go a pissed sound, sucking his teeth, completely pissed on having to talk with Hvitserk.

But the guy has made a terrible choice of words that made Hvitserk remains frowned even after her excuses.

"My father" she tried to continue explaining "was unfortunately murdered a few days ago and he left me one last desire to fulfill"

"I can't freaking believe you will take it ahead!"

"You should have more respect for the dead, little man" Ivar's voice echoes and Hvitserk smiles seeing his brother getting inside the hall with his crutch, making the annoying young man aside Y/N to freeze on seeing him walking. "We are sorry for your loss, my lady, but what brought you here indeed?" he said sitting aside Hvitserk who got up, leaning himself against the table, catching a piece of bread with meat to put on his mouth.

She sighed to her brother's bad attitude and leaned herself in respect to the new prince at the hall. "My father asked me to come to the sons of Ragnar. He already knew about your content with the usurper queen Lagertha and he sent me here to make an alliance. We offer our men and our weapons to fight for your sake in this war, my lord".

"In exchange?" Ivar questioned as Hvitserk was looking at her, devouring her curves, just to make her brother's eyes even more pissed in following his own.

"In exchange, my lord, my father asked for marriage. My brother is still too young to wear the crown and was also my father's will that I ended up my life married with one of the illustrious sons of Ragnar Lothbrook."

"And this is the most stupid fallacy of my old and senile father! Come on, (Y/N)! You can't do such stupidity! We can rule our kingdom by ourselves!"

"Young... As I can see" Ivar answered about the brother.

But Hvitserk just cleaned his hands, waking forward. "It won't be a problem," he said, with a smile in his face "I'll marry her, Ivar"

The crippled brother smiled shrugging.

"What!? You?! Not even over my dead body!" her brother said, to get mute at the next moment with Hvitserk's sword fastly pulled and paused millimeters from his neck

"Providable" Hvitserk said, seriously, causing (Y/N) to sigh, frightened.

But then he giggled, putting his sword back in the hem. "Oh don't be afraid. I was just joking... Brother in law" he jokes, caressing her chin with a suggestive smile on his face as her brother grunts in unsatisfaction.

To marry her wouldn't be a problem. To be honest, he was anxious...

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lisinfleur · 7 years ago

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Wrapped Dog

Author’s Notes | I have to say it was hard to make him insecure, love. And soon I’ll make some more ideas over what you suggested, but for now, I hope you enjoy it! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Shield Maiden! OC Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon Words | 554 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, humiliation, mentions of blood and violence. Some fluffy and romance.

The last thing I deserved after jumped that boat to stay with him was that: being treated like a dog for the second brother in a row… And worse: In front of her eyes. After that stupidity from Ivar, how could I be able to look at her? Such a shield maiden, such a warrior, such a woman, smiling with the corner of her lip beside my brother as I was leaving the room, humiliated.

I went to the walls, to take some fresh air. My eyes were teary, my chest torn apart. I still could remember Ubbe’s eyes to me, so betrayed when I jumped that boat… He could have treated me like his faithful dog, but he never humiliated me that way…

“Lord Odin… Did I made the right choice?” I tried.

My eyes lost in the sky, trying to hold the tears.

"Give me a sign… Help me…”

I still could hear them laughing. Did Ivar ever think about how I would feel with that stupid joke?

Did he ever think how was I feeling now?

Does Ivar ever think about anyone else but himself?

So many questions and memories were numbing my thoughts and I once again saw myself questioning my own actions.

Did I make the right choice? Shouldn’t I have gone with Björn back to the Mediterranean sea? I was so tired of following my older brothers’ directions, but if it wasn’t this what I was supposed to do, so…

“What is my destiny?”

But I had no time to figure out any answers or to see exactly who was coming from the door I came from. A bunch of arrows hit the place where I was, obligating me to pull myself down. But the person coming was unwarned about the arrows and whoever she was, would be on crossfire soon. So I didn't think twice when I saw the figure leaving the door to the walls: I just jumped over her, feeling an arrow scratching my shoulder as soon as I dropped with her, causing me to grunt in pain.

Better a scratch in my shoulder than a shield maiden dead at the walls.

I wasn't expecting it was just her life I saved with this jump... My eyes got wide when I saw her body under mine in the ground. And she smiled to me that way that always made me embarrassed.

“Thank you, prince Hvitserk…”

What was so different about that girl? Why her smiles were able to make me so speechless?

“I... You're... welcome...”

“You hurt yourself...” she said, touching my arm, staining her fingers with my blood.

“It was nothing... Just a... scratch” I tried to minimize it, but she smiled again and my words just vanished.

“It seems this little puppy needs some tending tonight,” she said, rolling over my body and then getting up with that amazing way to move her hips when walking “Why don't you come, my prince? I'll take care of you tonight...”

It was really happening? I couldn't be sure, but I got up and followed her steps as a lost puppy indeed. She got me wrapped around her fingers and if she was my answer... If she was my destiny...

So thank Skuld and Odin for this, cause I would be the happiest man on Midgard...

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TWTDTM - Chapter Seven: Harvest of Sorrow

Warnings: This is my first chapter without a pré-check, which means I’m risking this time to post you a chapter with my terrible English hahaha Please let me know if you find any mistakes okay? Thank you! And sorry for the sad chapter. #loveyouSigurd

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Things weren't that clear since you discovered about your godfather's death...

You could feel the heat of the battle, the taste of the victory Ivar had conquered for you and your brothers with his amazing strategy.

You could feel your heart beating like a drum, excited by your brothers’ screams. You could feel your soul tremble with Björn's voice at your ears...

"SHIELDWALL! CHARGE!".

You could feel your body heating with his movements... His fierceness... His body covered on your enemies' blood…

Hvitserk fought as a beast and you always thought it was so beautiful and attractive on him. You always got so horny with his battle growls... But now, now you knew all that made the shield maidens around you get wet, would be in your bed, sweating with you at the end of this night. It was for you he was smiling. His sword was pointed at you...

It was your waist he grabbed in the middle of the battlefield.

Your lips he kissed in front of everybody, sharing with you the delicious emotion of the battle and the taste of blood on his lips.

“Tonight I'll fuck you until I'm sure you're carrying my child.”

You laugh at his promises and he smiled at you. That devilish smile that made you think maybe he was talking for real and not only joking with your excitation.

He jumped into Ivar's chariot, punching his brother's arms and celebrating. Ivar was so happy! When was the last time you got such a beautiful scene in your eyes?

All your brothers were there, together, smiling at each other, all of them around Ivar who was also smiling, screaming and so happy. You asked the gods to never forget this scene. To keep this moment in your mind forever...

You never thought you would regret these ask.

Cause that moment so happy was now crushing your heart into pieces. You could remember their smiles... You could remember how happy you were...

Now...

Now everything turned into tears and despair.

Such a huge pain that burned your throat to a scream so loud, so heartbroken, that you could barely recognize your own voice. In your hands, a body you never imagined to carry this way. In your heart, a pain you never imagined you could handle.

You couldn't handle...

You wish you could die with him. In his place... You wish it was you lying lifeless in his arms. Anything but feeling your beloved bee sleeping forever in your embrace. His snake eyes opened to nowhere. His blood staining your clothes.

The happy eyes of hours ago now were drowned in tears you wish you never had to cry. Why you couldn't be faster? Why you weren't fast enough? One step ahead... Just one step... You could still remember that scene repeating and repeating in slow motion in your head...

You would never forget that scene…

You were celebrating. Björn's speech was just over. All the brothers sat around the table. Sigurd had just leaned out the oud against the pillar and came back to the table where you were sat at Hvitserk's lap. His hand around your waist as he was eating and drinking from your cup. Ivar was bored: Björn wanted to go back to the Mediterranean Sea and it would divide the army he wanted to lead on new raids. You loved the heat of the battle and you didn't disagree of your little brother's need for new quests, but you were with Ubbe: you wish to settle down and have some time to mature your new relationship with Hvitserk, maybe start a life by his side. You two weren't kids anymore and you weren’t becoming younger... And anyway, Hvitserk and you had spent lots of time traveling. Both of you needed time to settle down and get some rest before thinking about another raid.

But even then, you didn't take Ivar's right to be thirsty. He never had won a battle before. He just tasted his first victory and of course, he would want more. So when he started to scream to the army, you got a little bit proud he was becoming such a great warrior. Such a leader... But your brothers weren't thinking the same way as you...

"You cannot lead the army, Ivar..."

Your eyes rolled to Ubbe and your soul questioned mutely... "Why not?"

Ivar has proved himself a valuable mind, the warriors were answering to his voice and he knew exactly for what reasons to fight or drive the army.

"For the love of fame and for the love of Odin, our father!"

Why he could not lead the army men who want to follow him?

“Don’t do this, Ivar! We are all the sons of Ragnar, we have to stick together!”, Sigurd’s voice just cuts your thoughts and Ivar's expression just caught your attention to the fight about to begin.

“Frankly, dear Sigurd, I don't care what you say.” Ivar started and you put your cup over the table, ready to stop this little arguing between them both “The truth is, I wouldn't even piss down your throat even if your lungs were on fire.”

But before you could do anything, Sigurd shoot something that made your eyes turn furiously to him. “Well, maybe that's because you're not really a man! Are you, Boneless?”

Ivar just stopped and your eyes almost choke Sigurd for killing Ivar's eyes that way. All of you knew how much Margrethe's experience has crushed him and it wasn't Sigurd's right to talk about this so meanly and that was why you spent the entire time Björn was talking with the men calling his attention for such a grossly action, whispering harsh words to him.

“Gods, damn it Sigurd! How many times I have to tell you to bite your damn tongue! Was it really necessary? He is your damn brother! Respect his pain! For the gods' sake!”

“I’m sorry” he whispered back “He is fucking insane, (Y/N)! Someone needs to stop him”

“Poor Bjorn! It is you who doesn't want to keep the army together. It is you who wants to go away to sunny places. Everyone else can follow me.” Ivar has started again and Sigurd turned himself to you.

“See? He’s fucking crazy!”

And then… The worse has begun. Sigurd got up, slapping the table and looking to Ivar.

“I do not want to follow you, Ivar. You are crazy. You have the mind of a child!”

You took a breath to make them stop, but Ivar shoots faster than you.

“And all you do is play music, Sigurd!”

“I'm just as much a son of Ragnar as you are.”

Why were they arguing that way? It was supposed to be a good moment! Why Sigurd couldn’t stop and respect Ivar’s intents? All he had to do is to stay. Do not follow Ivar and let him go by himself!

But he had to fight… He had to defy Ivar once again. To push him beyond his limits…

“I'm not so sure. As far as I remember, Ragnar didn't play the oud. And he certainly didn't offer his ass to other men!”

“Ivar!!” you said, shocked “This already went too far! You two just stop!” you got up from Hvitserk’s lap, trying to cool them both down.

But it was just like you wasn’t there… Sigurd just kept pushing, teasing, speaking things he never should have said.

“You make me laugh just like you do when you crawl around like a baby.”

“Shut your mouth!” Ivar screamed.

He was so near the edge!

“Enough!” Björn tried.

“You two, please stop!” you tried.

But Ivar just screamed higher to both of you.

“This has nothing to do with you!”

Your brother’s body was so tense! Neither Ubbe’s words were able to relax him not even a little.

“Ivar, do not listen to him.”

“What's the matter, Ivar?” Sigurd’s voice echoed again “You can't take it? No, I guess it must be hard for you now that your mommy's dead. Knowing she's the only one who ever really loved you”

It went too far even for you. You turned to Sigurd ready to scream at him. And he shrugged at you, ready to do what he always did… To say Ivar deserved to hear… To hear he never knew when to stop…

But this time wasn’t going to be another discussion. This time you wouldn’t be able to make things right. You would never be able to make things right again.

Cause it wasn’t your harsh voice that reached Sigurd in that second.

“Ivar... IVAR!”.

After Ubbe’s voice screaming everything went low for you. And it was a flying ax that hit Sigurd’s chest, right over the heart. His stained eyes were looking at you when it happened. And then everything turned blank to you.

His tunic slowly began to become red and he walked towards Ivar's chair after he pulled the ax out of the wound. Your eyes followed his steps until he drops to his knees and then onto the ground.

All your life has passed through your eyes.

The first time he brought you his oud… His first successful music…

His smiles, his hugs…

“Things are not the same without you here.”

Your body moved by itself, walking in slow steps until where Hvitserk and Ubbe were already lowered. Ubbe’s hands caressing Sigurd’s blonde hair you remember to braid before the battle…

Your legs lost the strength and you fell on your knees. Your pain was so visible that Hvitserk and Ubbe opened some space so you could get closer, gently turning Sigurd to you.

He didn’t move…

He wasn’t breathing anymore…

You had leaned your head towards his, touched your ear to his chest…

There wasn’t a heart beating…

He wasn’t hugging you back when you held his body in your arms.

He didn’t comfort you when you started crying on his shoulder.

You closed your eyes and his laugh came back to your mind. That so happy moment come back to your mind and you cursed your ask for remembering.

Your beloved bee wasn’t there anymore and all you could do was screaming, as loud as you could, trying to pull out through your throat the pain that was ripping your chest.

Your eyes didn’t cross with Ivar’s even you knew he was looking at you. You just hid your face against Sigurd’s hair and cried holding him as you could prevent his soul to enter the Valhalla and drag her back to his body.

It was hard to separate you from Sigurd’s body, but when Ubbe finally made this task you were defeated. Not even Hvitserk’s hug was able to make you feel better. There was a void inside your chest, dragging all emotions to the darkness in your eyes, so clear, that any hope of forgiveness just vanished from Ivar's blues as soon as he faced your eyes.

You were ready to defend him... You were ready to stand for him.

Now...

"What have you done?"

Your words seemed to drag Ivar's blues into tears that he didn't let to fall. Hvitserk took you with him but you didn't follow his steps to the tents. In the middle of the way you just separated from him. Asked for a time to yourself.

You went to the river, you sunk yourself on the water until it covers your head. The flow washing Sigurd's blood from your chest and your hands, but not from your soul. You screamed until your voice got lost. You cried until there were no more tears to cry. With the sun dying on the horizon, you felt Hvitserk's cloak on your shoulders and his arms taking you from the ground you were laid in. You barely moved when he took your body in his arms but as soon as his smell invaded your nose, you gripped his clothes with your fingers tight and looked to him in teary eyes he never imagined to see so full of pain.

"Please... don't leave me"

His own eyes turned teary to your voice almost childish and he leaned his head against yours, touching your forehead with his own.

"Please" you repeated, devastated "Please don't leave me, Puppy, please..."

But he just hugged you tighter and nodded his head affirmatively trying to make you feel something you were sure you would never feel again.

You had lost your godfather, your godmother and now your beloved Honey Bee was dead... You weren't ready to lose anyone else so soon...

And now you were sure you would never feel safe once again.

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TWTDTM - Chapter Five: Meeting With The Pack

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That night you went back home a little late. Ivar fell asleep on your lap, so you let him sleep a little, while you were thinking about Hvitserk and Ubbe's propose. But when the sun went down you knew you had to awake your little brother: his legs couldn't handle a cold weather for so long, his eyes were quite blue and he was using only a cloak over his shoulders so it would be better for you to go back home.

Ivar was quite sleepy when you two got home, but yet you followed him to his room, helping him with the furs for the cold night.

"Ivar, if you need anything..." you would've said he could call you, but he smiled under the furs. "I know", he said, trustful. "I can call you, sister".

“Good night, Grumpy.”, you said, kissing his forehead before checking if his fireplace was well stocked with wood for the night. And before leaving you yet saw his fingers holding the little tear pendant you gave to him as he slowly fell asleep again.

When you just left the room, a familiar voice scared you for a little second before you recognize his figure on the shadows of the corridor.

"How's your hand?"

"Hvitserk..." you said, panting a little while he was coming toward you. “Better. It was nothing but a scratch" you tried to calm him down and he took your wounded hand into his own, looking at the cut on your palm and fingers. Indeed, it was nothing too deep that needed concernment, but yet he seemed to be concerned, taking the back of your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingers softly.

"You shouldn't have done this. Ivar could’ve hurt you deeper" he said, still caressing your hand. His so deep blue eyes were swinging between your face and your hand and when he looked into your eyes again, you turned your hand to his face. Your fingertips start touching his face, slowly drawing his bone structure, sliding through his skin. He laid his head to your hand, closing his eyes to feel the caress you kept running through his skin, going slowly to his jaw, then his neck, causing him little shivers and a cocky smile. "You're thinking about..." he has started but that sentence never found an end in his lips. You covered them with yours in a soft and warm kiss, feeling his tongue fill your mouth again, killing the thirst in your mouth for some more of that sweetness in his.

He walked toward you, holding your body next to him. His hands divided, one of them on your nape, caressing your hair and pulling your head closer so he could deepen the kiss he was so gladly receiving. The other was on your waist, pulling your body next to his, involving you in his heat.

You could hear the wet sounds of your mouths together, or feel the way his tongue was now exploring your mouth, slowly savoring each inch of you he could touch. The way he was holding your body on such strong fingers and hands, you could say Hvitserk might claim you his right there where you two were, in front of Ivar's door, without any problems.

But a growling voice reaches both of you, causing Hvitserk to part his lips from yours slowly, without put away his body from yours. Your breaths crossing each other as his blue eyes were staring your (y/c/e) orbs. "It seems your answer is yes..." Ubbe mumbles from the hall, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He was looking at you and Hvitserk as you two were kissing each other. In his lips a smile quite satisfied.

You didn't answer his words. Instead of it you slowly leave Hvitserk's warm body, walking toward Ubbe, seeing when his eyes become clear, his body straightening away from the wall's support, his head leaning down so he could look right into your eyes. Silently you touched his face, holding it in your hands before laying your lips on his, giving him a passionate kiss, a little bit more tempered in desire than Hvitserk had received.

His hands grabbed your hips, pulling your body against his as he tilted you softly behind, deepening the kiss you two were switching in a delicious expression of the desire you could feel in his virility, hard enough inside his pants for you to feel it through his clothes when he squeezed your hips against his.

You felt Hvitserk's hand sliding through your back and Ubbe parted the kiss staring your eyes with those savage blues... They seemed to be so different... You could see all the desire in Ubbe's eyes, his hands were heavier, his touches burning your body.

Hvitserk, otherwise, was soft and gentle... His tenderness and care making you believe that he was a deliciously patient lover who would devour your smallest details into hands, mouth, sweat, and heat.

"Come, (Y/N)." Hvitserk invited, his hand extended toward you. "Come with us" he smiled.

You knew something was sounding wrong in doing what you were pretending. But you accepted Hvitserk's hand, following with Ubbe just behind you, hunting your movements as a wolf staring his prey. They took you to Ubbe's room, in which the fireplace was already alight, heating the ambient. Ubbe seemed hungrier for your taste: he left the door open behind him, catching your lips on a hard kiss as soon as you entered the room. Hvitserk giggled, locking the door as Ubbe ran your entire body with his hands, landing them on your thighs, pulling your dress up until he could touch your skin, squeezing slowly and grunting against your lips, seeming to be in pleasure for having your skin in his hands finally.

Slower, Hvitserk's hands landed on your hips, sliding through the sides of your body when he came closer, breathing on your hair, feeling your smell with closed eyes. His hands continued, exploring your shoulders, taking the hair out of his way to your neck and nape, where he landed his lips in sweet and warm kisses, shivering your entire body, causing you to moan against Ubbe's lips.

He groaned excited, and Hvitserk giggled against your neck.

"You really turn Ubbe on, (Y/N). So as you do with me. Can you feel how much you made us fools for you? Can you feel how much we want you?"

His voice whispered in your ears like a serpent lisping a bite to come. His hands still sliding through your body while Ubbe's, most desirous, were entering your dresses passages, exploring your skin directly.

"Let's take it out...It warm inside this room, don't you think, (Y/N)? Oh, I'm hot and thirsty... Are you thirsty, Ubbe?" Hvitserk questioned while undoing the knots of your dress closure and Ubbe smirked against your mouth. "Not for long, brother... Not for long".

He put his body back just enough for Hvitserk slide your dress away to your skin. Ubbe undressing from his shirt as Hvitserk's hands now was running your nude back, pushing the cloth away from your surrendered skin, touching it on his soft fingertips before laying his lips on your skin again making a deliciously wet trail from your lower back up to your nape.

The younger one kept his mouth running your skin, tricking your senses while the older one was lowering his body in front of yours, taking your dress with his hands through your legs until it laid lost on the ground. So Ubbe could focus his mouth on exploring your legs in kisses, lifting one of them to continue a wet trail of kisses towards your intimacy.

Your body tilted back to Hvitserk's supportive hug and he hid his face on your neck, kissing a small trail to your ear where he continued, whispering, making your thoughts confuse. "Oh, I'm jealous, (Y/N)... My brother will prove you before me." You just breathed to answer him, telling you would belong to both equally, when Ubbe sank his face against your intimacy, licking and kissing really thirsty as he said he was. And your answer got lost in a loud moan to Hvitserk's ears, causing him to frown on a delicious expression, holding your body in his arms when you lost the strength on your legs.

"She's so warm and wet, Hvitserk, so sweet ..." Ubbe growled between your legs, holding your hips tight on a hug that was practically preventing you to move away from his savage tongue, exploring your body, sucking your clit between his lips on wet kisses that were making you insane! But not even that intense heat was capable of making you let pass the warm sensation of Hvitserk's arms, holding and supporting your body when the pleasure was torturing you to weakness.

"I can barely wait to prove..." Hvitserk whispered his answer to his brother on your ears, his blue eyes so dark in desire. He turned your face to him when the pleasure was coming too hard for you to handle. And when Ubbe focused himself on your clit, drowning your body in waves of pleasure, Hvitserk kissed you one more time, making you come silently to his brother's lips as yours were hidden on his, in a passionate kiss that swallowed your moans for Ubbe's mercy.

Your body almost collapsed in his arms. Hvitserk was smiling when you parted your lips from each other, your body panting, begging for the air Ubbe had dragged away from the room. "You're stealing my moans, Hvitserk", Ubbe complained as Hvitserk softly held your body in his arms, taking you to the bed. "You stole her first orgasm from my lips, so I think we're even brother" he returned, smiling almost deviously.

Ubbe licking his own lips, tasting your savor in his beard like he was teasing his younger brother about your pleasure he stole from him.

You caught yourself looking from one to another. Ubbe was so fucking sexy with that savage predator ways... But Hvitserk was on disadvantage: you were already naked. Ubbe had only his pants he was starting to remove. Your sweet puppy was there, smiling at you, still dressed. So you lifted yourself on the bed. Your arms went around Hvitserk's neck causing his eyebrow to lift on a surprised expression.

Ubbe's glance was captured for your movements, slowly leaning your body to Hvitserk's, kissing his soft and sweet mouth while undressing him. Your hands started invading his clothes, scratching his skin with your nails. You could notice the way he deepened the kiss on your mouth when your fingers went down to his abdomen, invading his pants, touching his virility, caressing him, giving to him something Ubbe didn't have yet, stroking his member with your hand. Your mouth started moaning against the kiss the satisfaction to find him so ready to you, so hard and excited.

The older grunted, pretending dissatisfaction, as the younger moaned laying on your hand, caressing your face with his fingers, even harder on yours. But you extended your free hand towards Ubbe, almost inviting him to come to you... To claim the same caresses his brother were enjoying so well.

“Come.”, you said.

He smiled coming and lying next to you. And Hvitserk opened his eyes, lying down on your other side. Your hand reached Ubbe's erection and you listened to him, grunting in pleasure as you stroke him the same way your other hand was doing to his brother.

You left them both after a while just to turn your body on the bed, putting yourself on your knees so you could reach them as you wanted. Ubbe and Hvitserk straightened their bodies on the bed waiting for your actions. You smirked at Ubbe: you had understood their little game and the score was better to him, so Hvitserk was your target this time.

You turned your eyes to the younger one, rolling your tongue between your lips. The corner of his lips curved upward when he got your intentions, his eyes turning into the deeper dark blue when you crawled over his hips, licking his erection before swallowing it completely, causing him to moan loud, squeezing the sheets under his hands.

His jaw dropped a little opening his mouth. And he panted in pleasure before smile to a growling Ubbe beside you two. “You… were right… brother”, his sentence parted as you moved your mouth up and down through his hard cock, feeling him start to throb inside your lips, “Oh she is so warm!” he teased, moaning again when you sucked him harder just to take his breath away.

Ubbe was stroking himself, looking at you, burning in desire as you sucked Hvitserk like a hungry animal, searching for his climax that he did not deny to you, coming fully into your mouth, caressing your nape with his fingers as you sucked everything to your mouth.

Ubbe grunted again, pulling your body to his as Hvitserk laid in the bed, defeated for the moment, panting and smiling with eyes closed. To Ubbe's eyes, you just smirked, licking your lips with the taste of his brother, letting him know that you liked it. His blue eyes wide open looking at you when he smiled, his hands on your hips, pulling you over him. You followed his motions, giving him what he wanted, mounting on his hips, starting to rub your body on his in a delicious simulation of what both of you wanted so hard. Your mouth opened in small moans and he raised his head, kissing your lips, biting your lower one, changing his hips pace under yours, trying to get inside your body. But you smiled at him, almost a savage smile, with one of your hands pushing him against the bed, instantly stopping his movements. Your eyes right inside each other. "You want to get in, Ubbe?" you questioned, hearing his giggle before he said a low "Yes" almost growled. So you moved your hips against his again, slowly teasing him with the wet and warm sensation of his cock hidden between your folds. "I did not hear you, Wolf... Do you want to get inside my wet… Warm… Tight body?" you teased, catching Hvitserk's attention by your side, as you moved your hips against Ubbe's, pushing once to each word you said about your body, making him clench his teeth against each other, this time, speaking loud and clear...

"Yes... I want my hard cock inside your warm, wet and tight body, (Y/N). And I want to fuck you as hard as I can until you burn in pleasure over me. I want to see you moaning and coming to me, so stop making us wait!" He complained.

You laughed at his impatient tone, sliding down one of your hands through his body until you hold his hard member in your fingers, feeling him wet of your juices, straightening him before starting to pull your body down over his cock.

"Oh, gods..." he moaned, squeezing your hips in his fingers so strong that you would surely have the marks tomorrow morning. His head was lying back to the sheets, his mouth slightly open, with a beautiful pleasure expression that made Hvitserk giggle beside you two.

"Is she so tight this way, brother? You can barely breathe, Ubbe! I bet you'll come faster than Thor's thunders..." He teased, but Ubbe smiled back, panting before turn his eyes to Hvitserk, speaking "I might come... faster than Thor's thunder... but I'm inside of her, Hvitserk... Can you see? She is clenching me while you're just looking" he teased back giggling. A laugh you just cut starting to move your hips against his, causing him to moan to you each time your hips beat against his.

You twisted your hips on specific motions and Ubbe finally realized what you were doing, smiling cockily as his erection got even harder inside your body. "She's making herself come to me, Hvitserk!" he said, and you smiled, increasing the pace. You were so close and he just started to throb against your walls, making even easier for you to come on his virility, moaning loud and watering his body inside of yours, turning his movements faster before he grunted, coming inside of you, sighing long, satisfied. But you weren't there yet. You were panting, your breasts coming up and down when you looked into Hvitserk's eyes. Your body still mounted on a defeated Ubbe, making you look like a Valkyrie who just has beat a warrior and is already devouring the other with her eyes.

You went away Ubbe's body, crawling over Hvitserk like a feline. His body lying down as you were coming over him. His eyes looking at you impressed.

"(Y/N)?" he called, almost not recognizing you, so desirous, (y/c/e) so dark now. But you ignored his surprised expression, kissing his mouth slowly and deeper, sucking his tongue to your mouth before slide your body through his, just slipping his cock inside your opening as he grabbed your arms, searching for support to the sudden and unexpected pleasure, moaning against the kiss without parting it.

Ubbe giggled, still panting, looking at you two and laughing at Hvitserk's reaction to your body moving over his. His fingers had squeezed your arms, trying to get some control over the pace you were imposing him. But you just increased it, the wood of the bed making noises as you tested Hvitserk resistance under your body. He wanted to tease Ubbe's performance, so it was his time to prove himself and he was going very well, hard striking his hips against yours, taking your pace to a new level when he just took control of the situation, rolling you two over the bed and coming up on top of you.

He sighed looking straight into your eyes as his hands were gripping yours against the bed, holding your body under his, locked as the savage animal you were... But you could see... His eyes on dark blue... And you could feel you weren't the only savage animal at that room when he just started his pace inside your body, striking the wooden headboard of the bed on the wall same time his hips were striking against yours. He sobbed the effort on a small grunt, keeping the pace, increasing it when your body clenched his telling him you were about to come again. His eyes never leaving yours on a delicious challenge that you loved to lose, coming to him completely surrendered to his strength and heat. "Hvitserk!" you moaned, as your body was still spasming under his. But he didn't stop, getting three more moaning of his name in your lips before he came inside your body, growling wildly over your face, like a male lion who just beat the female, putting her under his control.

He laid his forehead on your shoulder, heavy breathing. And you smiled while Ubbe got up to get a cup of mead to himself. But when Hvitserk mentioned leave, you held his body against yours, causing him to look at your eyes.

"(Y/N)?" he asked, looking at you with an interrogative tone in his eyes. But you just caressed his face, turning his look into something almost passionate when he smiled at you again, leaning his head toward yours and kissing your lips softly and sweetly again, like the first kiss you two have traded. His tasty lips were sliding through yours slowly, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hands tracing lines on his back, shivering his skin, making him slowly get hard inside of you again. But this time you said nothing... And without a single word he held your body against his, starting to move his hips against yours, but slowly and deeper this time. You felt each one of his movements, holding his skin against yours, feeling the sweat mixing into your bodies as he increased the pace. His eyes staring at yours, searching for the meaning of all that passion on your movements as you pushed your hips against his strikes, moaning low to his ears like there was only the two of you on that room. Soon he was closer to the edge again. But you didn't make any mentions to stop, moving under his body almost begging for more. So he changed your positions, pulling you with the strength of his arms only, sitting on the bed with your body sat on his lap. One of his hands pulling your hip against his as the other was holding your nape and your hair, squeezed between his fingers. His eyes right on yours.

You were feeling more than your body getting warm. Those eyes... Those beautiful blue eyes you loved so badly when you were younger... So beautifully surrendered for your pleasure now. Ubbe must have been your favorite when you were younger, but Hvitserk always had a special place in your heart that now you could feel skipping a beat, so close to the climax again.

You leaned your forehead against his. Both of your hands holding his face as you followed his hands' commands, rolling your hip against his until you two came together. Your moan lost between his open lips and he looked at you again, seeming to understand nothing of how such a sexual thing had become something so passionate and deep. But you just smiled, kissing him slowly again.

Ubbe giggled, drinking his mead with a smile. "It seems I've lost." he said with a playful tone in his voice. And you looked at him reading in his eyes that he had already understood what Hvitserk's eyes were still questioning.

You have really fallen for that sweet taste...

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TWTDTM - Chapter Four: The Beauty and the Beast

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The rest of that day was strange. You spent a lot of your time in your room, facing the ceiling, thinking about what happened.

It took a long time before that heat faded away and you could think clearly again. They were your companions of life, almost your brothers, but you had to admit, they were handsome and attractive and your feelings about those kisses were far too strong to be ignored.

And what could be wrong about some casual sex to pass the time? What could be wrong about feeling that sweet taste on Hvitserk’s lips or close your eyes under those delicious roars on Ubbe’s voice?

Your thoughts were populating your mind when you heard some knocks on your door.

“(Y/N)? Are you awake?”, Sigurd’s voice, always so sweet.

“Yes. Come in,” you answered, listening to your door open again, and Sigurd came in with a bright smile on his face, sitting by your side of the bed, while you settled yourself, leaning your back against the headboard.

“You said you wish to hear me playing again, so, I came to call you to the dinner. There will be another party tonight since Ivar and Ubbe had interrupted the first one. We’re celebrating the war chiefs that came to help us avenge our father’s death, giving them a feast and some comfort before we leave for battle so, I thought you could come and feast with us.” he said, inviting you. He seemed to be quite excited about the idea of having you near his place on dinner table again.

You smiled.

Sigurd was always your sweetest one. With his smiles and kindness, he was always the one who melted your heart. You still can remember his little fingers starting to learn the oud that now he plays so well. His sweet smiles when he did it right for the first time. Now he seems so grown…

You lifted your hand, touching his face, caressing his checks while he tilted his head over your hand, smiling softly.

“I missed you, little brother.”, you said, smiling tenderly to his eyes. Even the snake mark on them now is not strange anymore, but give his face some mystery, attracting the eye almost hypnotically.

“So did I”, he answered, caressing your hand in his face with his thumb. “Things are not the same without you here. There are so many things I wish to show you! I’m now a composer! Now I play my own music!”, he continued, proudly. “And well, despite what Ivar says, I’m not a disaster with the oud anymore”, he jokes, making your smile bigger.

“Oh, I can imagine. The girls must be running after you like flies on a sweet cake, honey bee”, you remembered him of his nickname and he laughs on you, a little shy of what you said.

“This is not true.”, he countered, pushing your shoulder with a smile. “So the girls of Kattegat are now deaf and blind?” you kept mocking on him, making him laugh even louder, laughing with him for a while before you two stop, looking to each other again.

“It is good to have you back, sister”, he says. And you held him in a hug that reminded you how sweet he used to be, hiding in your arms in which he doesn’t fit anymore, but still tried to hide, hugging you back.

“It’s good to be back, brother. Here… I brought you a present too”, you remembered, reaching your bag, picking his present inside. “I know how much you love the oud so I thought about these for you”, you said, giving him a little leather bag, similar to the other that contained Ubbe’s beads. The same metallic sound when he took it from your hands, opening it to find a set of rings with metal tips, proper to play string instruments. "The seller told me they are proper to play strings separately, so you can easily pull the strings one by one, making that sounds you used to like. These rings are the trick of the minstrels that you were crazy to discover when we were younger".

He was looking at your present fascinated, wearing the rings and looking at them on his hand with a huge smile on his face.

“Thank you, (Y/N)! I was thinking about where I could find some of these for my last composition! You saved my life!” he said, hugging you again, tight. “Come. The others are in the Great Hall, we’re waiting for you for dinner and now I can play my last song for you tonight.”

He seems to be pretty satisfied with your present. Before following him, you searched for your bag once more, taking three more gifts with you. One for Björn and the other two you intended to give to Ivar, as soon as you could get some time alone with him.

With the bags settled to your belt, you followed Sigurd to the Great Hall, playing and joking with him all the way through. You were still laughing when you took your seat at the table. But your laughs just ended when Ivar’s voice had risen, sounding sore and angry. “This is not a playground and we aren’t here just to feast and celebrate. Our father is dead Sigurd, so is our mother. We should at least pretend some sorrow even if you’re not feeling anything.”

"You don't mind Ivar, (Y/N), he's just being bitter as always." Sigurd countered with debauchery so present in his words as poison on snake's teeth. "The only difference is that he now found a reason to spread his bitterness."

You looked from one to another while you were giving Björn's gift - a little dagger with some precious stones on it - in his hands. Were your brothers really fighting that stupid way again?

"Shut your mouth, you bastard! She was your mother!" Ivar complained, his frown and fierce blue eyes giving him a savage look.

"She never cared about me, Ivar. She only had eyes to you and Harbard and never looked or cared about me. Why should I care now? If I'm sad, it is because of father's death, so I have a lot to celebrate tonight: look how many men are here to avenge his death! We'll have the greater army ever formed. If this is not enough for feast and celebration, I don't know what is" Sigurd countered again, almost sarcastic.

And you could see, sadly, how your beloved brothers had really drowned themselves in senseless fights, hurting each other for nothing.

Ubbe was looking from one to another, almost fearing they might kill each other. Björn rolling his eyes on the orbits, seeming bored of the infantilism between them both.

Hvitserk was the only one looking at you, seeming concerned about you in the middle of your brothers again, like when you were young and you used to prevent them from fighting each other. He was looking straight in your eyes, clearly trying to transmit some comfort, make you feel better even though your heart was drowning in guilt. More and more you believe you should have stayed instead of traveling the world trying to prove something to people you shouldn't care about.

You left your brothers behind, your companions, your sweet ones. And now look at them, fighting for nothing. Ivar was looking at Sigurd with so much anger in his eyes that you could understand Ubbe's fear.

"Then what kind of a son are you, uh?" Ivar continued, facing an ironic glance coming from Sigurd in answer to his angry eyes. "What does it matter what your mother did to you? She was still your mother."

"You would say that, wouldn't you?" Sigurd teased and then your eyes lost Hvitserk's, both of you looking to your little brothers.

"What does that mean?" Ivar questioned and Sigurd answered him even more sarcastic and provocative "What do you think it means?"

"You tell me." Ivar's voice sounded angrier, but you wouldn’t expect what was coming next.

Sigurd just smirked, completely ungracious, barely seeming to be the man who was smiling and joking with you a few minutes ago. You could feel his teasing mood from miles away. And his voice sounded so sharp, as a blade, biting your heart the same time it seemed to be biting Ivar's short patience. "All right, I will, Mommy's boy. Mommy's little favorite! Are you just really sad she can't breastfeed you anymore, is that it?"

Any signs of self-control just vanished from Ivar's face. He frowned immediately, and you saw with despair his hand reaching for the ax. Without even thinking you rose from the chair, putting your own hand between Ivar's ax and Sigurd's neck, holding the weapon by its blade, cutting your own fingers on the process. Sigurd's breath had stopped just like the music and all the sound around the three of you.

A few drops of blood fell from your hand to the table and Ivar's eyes changed again... This time with a surprised look and then, to disappointment. He let go the ax, crawling away from the table without a word. You followed him with your eyes 'till he left the Great Hall's doors, to the streets of Kattegat.

Sigurd's eyes were wide opened, his blue orbs focused on the ax in your hands, seeming scared to the death you just prevented.

"Your hand..." Hvitserk just started when you hit the ax against the table, waking Sigurd up from his trance with the metallic blow that echoed through the room, catching his eyes with yours. "I can't believe what I've just seen here. You two just haven’t grown up! I'm still leading with two little-spoiled boys who tease each other to the limits and beyond! The only difference is that now you're not using wooden swords anymore!" you showed your bloody fingers to him, seeing his expression change from worried to regret. "Stop teasing Ivar, Sigurd! You might not be sorry about your mother's death, but she was everything to him and he lost two of the most important people in his life, so stop being so mean and cruel with him! And don't you dare think I won't talk to him about this!" you said even before he breathed to inquire you about Ivar's reaction. "This is madness, Sigurd! You could be dead now and so what? I would have to bury three of my family members and deal with another loss?”

He lowered his head. "I'm sorry...", his voice sounded low and regretful.

"You better be." You answered, looking for a concerned Hvitserk and waving positively to calm him before leaving the Great hall and going after Ivar. You knew where he was going: The hills over the town. That ones from where you could see every single house on Kattegat and the beautiful bay down there, calm, like nothing was happening around it.

You found him sitting there over a stone, looking down to the bay silently. Your fingers were still dripping small red drops when you sat beside him, saying nothing for a long moment.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." his voice finally spoke and you raised your head to hear him, looking into his eyes as he was talking, even though he wasn't looking back at you. He was staring at the ground and the bay down there, clearly trying not to cry. "...but Sigurd." he finished, earning a grunt from your mouth.

"Stop it, Ivar."

"He was teasing me! Playing with my mother's death!" he countered, so deeply hurt, so clearly defensive. But his anger finds nothing but comprehension and kindness in your eyes. And it disarmed him immediately, causing him to look away from you again, trying not to feel so vulnerable, so open to you.

"I know you're angry, Grumpy. But you cannot kill your own brother just because you're angry with him. Sigurd, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Björn... They're the only family we have now. It must be different from what we wanted it to be, but it's all we have... We must take care of ourselves and be together or the enemies of your father will tear us apart completely."

He turned his head to you, looking into your eyes. And his hands took yours between his fingers. He touched your bloody fingers with his own and used his sleeve to clean your hand, checking the cut, seeing it was not that deep.

"I'm sorry for this." he said, and you used your good hand to caress his face.

"You still have the same bad temper I remember." you said softly, seeing as he bowed his lips with a shy and small smile. "Come on, Grumpy, you can do better than that."

But he just looked at you, serious. You giggled, lowering your head. And got on your belt the two leather bags you had for him. "Here", you started, opening the first one "I know you hurt your hands crawling away on the ground so I asked a woman to make this for you. They are more resistant so they won't tear or let your hands get hurt."

He accepted the pair of gloves you took from the bag, taking his own off, wearing the new ones. It fit perfectly in his hands and he squeezed the fists, smiling to the sound of the leather on his hands.

"They're comfortable" he said, smiling at you a little more open than before "Nice choice".

You knew it was his way to say "thanks". So you smiled at him, picking up the other little leather bag in your hands. Your face grew sad as you looked to the small bag, opening the present that was supposed to be delivered to your queen Aslaug. A beautiful and delicate necklace made of gold with a small pendant. A stone sculpted in the form of a tear, the same color as Ivar's eyes.

"It was my mother's gift." he mumbled, and you saw him, looking at the necklace on your hands, his fingers touching the pendant. "She would have loved it".

"It has your eye color. I thought she...", you sigh, cutting the sentence in the middle. The sound of the leather echoed again, warning you Ivar's hands had become fisted.

You turned your head to him, seeing his eyes fierce once again. His face tense, his teeth clenched against each other before he punched the ground, grunting furiously. But you just got up, opening the necklace on your hands and gently putting it on his neck, closing it in his nape with a sweet caress from your fingers.

He looked at you without a clue of what you were doing, but you just smiled.

"I thought she would like to carry you always with her." you said, looking into his eyes "Now you can have her always with you, Ivar.".

Your eyes were teary. And he touched the pendant in his neck before looking at you again.

You sat beside him once again, but this time, he silently laid his head on your legs. And the two of you remained silent, your fingers caressing his hair.

His fingers caressing the pendant... Tenderly.

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lisinfleur · 7 years ago

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Valhalla Special Panel

The boys are around the table, feasting and drinking when Lis get into the room, running, with a huge smile on her face.

Look what I found!! She puts @milbethmorillo 's illustrations all over the table to the Ragnarssons and they start to take the pictures and look to the draws.

Ubbe is the first one to open a smirk.

Then a huge smile, mumbling...Motherfucking king...

But before he starts to laugh, Hvitserk raises one of the pictures.

Look at me! I have a pet loaf!

I like the way she pictures me! I'm so cute!! Sigurd says, looking to his own caricature.

Hey this is good Björn points to his picture going away to a travel when Ubbe is looking at him completely shocked She totally caught my emotions at that moment.

But Ivar calls everyone's attention when he just blows up, laughing out loud, with a picture in his hand Oh she so caught your emotions, Björn!

So he shows everyone a picture of Björn and Halfdan flying over a carpet on the desert.

A whole new world! Ivar sings as his brothers starts to laugh an Björn frowns, shy.

A special thank to @milbethmorillo for the sweet laughs she always gives to us! Thank you sweetie!!!

#vpr #questions #imagine #imagine vikings #imaginevikings #vikings history #vikingshistory #vikings #ragnarssons #sisterwives #sister wives

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The Wolf, The Dog and The Maiden - Chapter One: The Arrival

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“Ubbe! Hvitserk!” Ivar decided to warn everyone in Kattegat that he’d found you, crawling right by your side, like you were a prize for him to be proud of finding. “Look what I just found when I was looking around!”

“(Y/N)!” Ubbe came first, touching your face with both of his hands before he laid his forehead on yours.

You still remember when he had to lower his head to do the same thing. Now, he still has to lean lower, but you’re taller than when you’ve left for to your adventures around the kingdoms.

You were trying to find your own path since you have been raised near the youngest sons of the legend, your king. It is hard to be near the son's of Ragnar and not want to end up being only one of their wives. But now you have heard about the terrible fate of your king and the plans of his sons of avenging him at England, you finally decided to come back to see the brothers and to help them on their quest, as a way to say “thank you” and “goodbye” to your godfather.

Your father had died on a raid, serving theirs and in honor of his memory, your king has raised you with his sons. It is not like he was a father for you, just the same as he wasn't a father even to his own children, but you’ve always seen Aslaug, your queen, as a benevolent mother for receiving you in her house, Ragnar was kinda godfather to you and all of his sons you have always seen like your own brothers. Of course, knowing they’re not truly your blood kindred, you couldn’t deny the fact that the time has done well for them. Especially to Hvitserk and Ubbe, the latter whom you remember had no beard when you’ve left.

“Look who’s just looking like your father…” you put your fingers into his beard, caressing his face with sweetness “Missed you, brother.”

He closed his eyes at the mention of his father and you did the same. But a playful tone cut off your sad moment, calling your attention to behind you.

“Oh, so there is no missing hugs and kisses for me? I'll remember that when you become hungry at night and come into my room searching for some of my snacks!”

Ubbe just laughs at the jealous tone of his brother’s words, but you turned to the source of the playful voice and found a beautiful smile looking at you.

“Hello, handsome” You start, opening your arms wide to receive Hvitserk between them in a warm and long hug. “Of course I missed you too.”

“Of course you did. You’re thin now. Nobody was giving you food properly!” he laughs, holding your face into his fingers, affectionately “Spend some more time with me and we can handle it, smukke” he said, remembering the old name he was used to calling you.

But now it made some shivers come down onto your spine. He wasn't that beautiful when he was younger. And his voice wasn't so smooth calling you that way.

Your mouth caught a deep breath before answering his smile with another, caressing his hand on your face before turning it to Ubbe again.

Trying to focus on your objectives and not on the way your brothers have grown strong and beautifully.

“I've heard about your father and I'm sorry.”

Ubbe kept a deep breath and the smile on Hvitserk's face just slowly vanished.

“We are already working on it.” Ivar started as you were searching for someplace for the four of you to sit.

He crawled to some trunks near the deck you just arrived and his brothers followed him. So did you, sitting in one of those trunks and staring at him as he talked, with some shadows over his face.

“I was there and father told me what to do...”

“But you'll not do it by yourself, right, brother?” Ubbe cut him off, with one of his hands over his shoulder, making Ivar look at him with some irony in his eyes.

“If you let me talk maybe I can reach the right point, brother.” He smirked and Ubbe withdrew his hand from Ivar's shoulder, letting him continue “As I was saying, I was there and father told me what to do. He told me to come back and reunite with our brothers, and together” he said the word looking at Ubbe with a little emphasis at the term “We could build an army to avenge him at England.”

“I've heard about the great army you're planning. That's why I came back. I wish to be part of it, to fight by our king and avenge your father's death.”

They laughed at each other and Ubbe smirked at you.

“As you heard about us, so we've heard about your achievements, my sister...”

You have always found some irony in Ubbe calling you sister. It was different from when Sigurd or Ivar did the same. But now, it sounds more visible, maybe because you're not as innocent as you used to be and now you know men enough to understand a bit of malice on that curve locked on the corner of his lips.

Was he showing attraction? To you?

You raised your eyebrow, making his smile even more visible. And now, Hvitserk also had a curve on his lips that caught your attention for some long seconds.

When did your brothers become so handsome and charming?

Ivar, who seems to be completely out of your brothers’ mood, continued what Ubbe had started, while your older brothers were looking at each other with those strange smiles on their faces.

“We've heard about your strength and your ability, sis. It's going to be a great addition to our army to have a shield maiden like you leading the front line beside us.”

Your eyes turned to Ivar's. He looks so furious from inside... So filled with an anger that was about to explode. You knew your crippled little brother well enough to see much more than the desires of avenging on his eyes.

But before you could say anything or ask him about it, a pair of hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who?”

That melodic voice! How could you forget?

“Sigurd...” you said with some nostalgic tone in your voice, before you turn to him, holding your beloved brother in a tight hug. “I missed you so, so badly! There were no better players of the oud from where I'm coming now. I'm missing your music.”

He smiled caressing your hair, touching and messing your braids as he used to do when you're younger.

“I can play for you at night.”

“It would be a pleasure to hear you.”

“But not now.” Ivar.

Again all that anger in his eyes and voice, attracting a displeasing look into Sigurd's eyes.

“As you can see, brother, we have more important things to discuss than your oud.” he continued, and Sigurd looked at him with a little bit of debauch on his marked eyes.

“Still trying to lead something, Ivar? Haven't you understood yet that Björn is the rightful leader of our army and he'll command everything on father's revenge?”

“That doesn't mean I'll be stuck here playing, eating, dancing and doing nothing about it!” Ivar answered, his entire body language turning into anger...

“Just don't mess up anything, ok? Björn is quite a leader without you interfering and trying to question him on everything...”

“At least I'm doing something!”

You saw the fight coming on Sigurd's ungracious smile and the way Ivar had frowned. His beautiful blue eyes becoming dark and almost red...

“You two are still fighting for nothing? Uh? Come on! I've just arrived and I came to help. I don't want to see my brothers fighting each other! We need to be together if we want to avenge your father so let’s stop this discussion ok?”

One of your hands went on Sigurd's shoulder. The other, to Ivar's face, holding his chin on your fingers with some small caresses to make his tension go away.

“We must be together now. Let us put our differences aside for now and fight together in order to crush our enemies.”

Ivar's heavy breaths becoming lighter as you speak. Sigurd's smile to you is a little softer.

“I missed your skills, (Y/N).” Ubbe said, smiling at you, now, with true sweetness and not that malice you've seen before “These two jerks don't stop mocking each other without you here to take care of them!”

His hand touched Ivar's head, messing his hair and Ivar looked at you with a little smile on his face.

You never let Sigurd mock him too long or Ivar beat on Sigurd beyond one or two punches. With you there, he used to feel comfortable even with his brothers jokes, because he knows they would never go too far.

“You're right, (Y/N).” Ivar said, breathing slowly “In order to crush our enemies, I think I can handle even your music, Sigurd.”

“Fuck you, Ivar. The ladies don't complain about my oud as they use to complain about your useless cock.”

"And here we go again", you thought, before a heavy and gross voice arrives silencing everyone just like your godfather's voice used to do.

“Enough!”

A heavy pair of hands landed on your shoulders and you could feel the smell of sandal and spices you could never forget.

“Björn...” you whispered, smiling.

“You two just stop acting like kids and let (Y/N) have some rest after her journey here.” He pressed your shoulders comfortably, kissing the top of your head “Welcome back, sister. Go take a bath, give yourself some food and rest, and then... We can talk about war”.

He was right. It was a long and journey there and you were tired. A bath and some warm food would make quite a difference for you now.

“Come” Hvitserk reached out his hand to you, softly smiling again “I have just arrived from the Mediterranean with Björn. We can go home together and I'll do something to make us feel comfortable.”

You accepted his hand, smiling.

“It will be good to be home again. And I think Aslaug will be happy with the presents I brought to you all.”

It was supposed to be a good thing, but all smiles just vanished at Aslaug's name was mentioned.

Ivar immediately became gloomy, pulling his head down, looking to Björn with so much anger in his blue eyes before crawl away from everyone.

You looked around trying to understand what you did wrong, hearing Hvitserk sigh while Björn touched his own forehead with a concerned expression.

“What just happened?”

“(Y/N).” Ubbe's voice sounded serious when he called your name. “My mother is dead.”

It was like an arrow thrown at your chest. First, your godfather. Now, your queen and godmother. You sat down again. The world was turning around too fast for you to stand up.

“Do we really need to talk about this now?” Björn interfered, but Ubbe was inexpressive to his words and just kept talking as he had said nothing at all.

“She was murdered by Lagertha who's now ruling Kattegat.”

Your eyes have gone straight to Björn's and he sighed loud and heavy.

“Too many things to talk. You still need to rest. Go. We'll talk about everything later.” he insisted for you to go and Hvitserk came to you, taking you by your shoulders this time, guiding your almost lost steps back to your home...

You could only remember her smiling at you when you were leaving on the boat.

Now your childhood was almost entirely ruined.

You felt Hvitserk's hands softly pressing your arms and his look was warm and cozy. So you kept looking at him, with your eyes close to tears that you didn't mean to let fall.

Your brothers, your closest friends, they were all you have now.

And you would do whatever was necessary for their sake.

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TWTDTM - Chapter Two: The Faithful Dog

Thanks again to @listentothewavess for the help with my English!!

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On the way to your room, you have recovered yourself a little from the shock of the recent news you've received. And you asked Hvitserk to tell you how the things had come to that terrible end.

He told you he wasn't on Kattegat at the moment, but Ubbe has said his mother was stabbed by an arrow from behind after ask only for safe passage to the now queen Lagertha.

You asked Hvitserk to leave you for a while, but instead of it, he stayed, sat at the bed right by your side and hugged you tightly, kissing your hair softly and caressing your skin endlessly while you cried yourself a river.

You've cried like that when you've heard about your godfather’s death and the way he died, but you did it by yourself and not for too long, on your tent, at the camp you were living when the news arrived. You weren’t there to protect your godmother or to save your godfather. And now your brothers’ family is destroyed.

You feel guilty now for all the sadness into Ubbe's eyes or the angry into Ivar's. Maybe if you weren't so selfish about having a career as a shield maiden or prove yourself more than a "probably-soon-to-be-wife" of one of the Ragnarssons... Maybe you were there to protect at least your queen and avoid Ivar to suffer other great loss in his life.

Hvitserk doesn't seem to be concerned about his mother's death, but there is no new on him about it: you know he wasn't that close to Aslaug since Ubbe and he almost died on that iced lake years ago, but his company is making you feel better anyway. He seems to be more concerned about comforting you than feel his own sorry.

That was the first time you caught yourself crying with anyone else holding your tears. And you don't remember Hvitserk’s hugs being so warm and sweet, with caresses so good and cozy.

He seems to ignore time, sliding his fingers through your hair slowly and whispering sweet words to your ears.

“That's ok. We're all back together now and we'll fix it for you ok?”, He says, gently.

Smiling one of that smiles that makes you feel strange since you saw him again.

You're feeling a little better now. Enough to look at him, staring his smile for a while before you touch it with your fingertips, making it turns into a small curve on his lips, with a tender look into his eyes.

“Time was good with you, brother." You curve your lips on a small and shy smile to him.

But he seems to be satisfied: at least you weren't crying so hard anymore.

He holds your hand and gently kisses your fingertips before using his own to dry the last tears from your face.

"And you became too pretty to cry this way, smukke." Once again, he is smiling.

Such a pretty and sweet smile, so easy and shining... Almost hypnotic, imprisoning your eyes so hard that you almost can’t answer his soft words.

“You said you brought us some presents." He reminds you, clearly trying to change your mood to something better “Can I have mine first?”

And he gets his goal: you laugh, low but still you laugh, remembering his anxiety about gaining whatever you could bring to him: a cookie stolen from the kitchen, his birthday presents he always had tried to get from you before the right date... All you have to do is tell him you have something to him and is done: He'll not stop until he has what you brought in his hands.

You turn to your baggage, opening one of the bags you brought with you and searching, taking a little more time just to feel him nervous by your side.

“Everything is fine?” He asks, making you smirk again, this time, trying to hide your laugh from him.

"Yeah... I just think I can't find it...” You joke, seeing with the side of your eye, rubbing his hands one on the other, leaning almost over you, trying to see inside your bag.

But he can see your hand holding something and so he gets your joke immediately.

“Oh, you found it! Com'on! Don't be so cruel! I want my present!” he says, almost jumping over you, trying to get what you now hold in your hands, trying to put it away from him just for fun. “No! Give it to me!!”

In a short time, you two are almost laid on the bed. His body over yours, trying desperately to reach his present in your hand.

“Com'on (Y/N), don't be so cruel!” He moans, turning his face to yours just to see you laughing as who are seeing the funniest thing in this world.

Suddenly he stops trying to get your hand. And you open your wet eyes, concerned he might be angry with you. But he is just there, staring at you. So close that you almost can feel the smell of his breath on your face, almost crossing with yours.

His smell, something between the refreshing mint and spices that you can't recognize, involving you for a second, making your thoughts just fade away from your mind.

You could swear he was getting closer when you finally get to yourself again, putting his present through his neck: a beautiful necklace with a Vegvisír pendant you bought to him when you first heard he was now traveling with Björn to new lands. “To guide and protect you on your new explorations, Puppy.” You say.

Remembering your old name to him, seeing while he looks at your present with the same shine in his eyes he used to have to everything that comes from you.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He says, softly caressing your face.

And you have the clear impression he's getting closer again. But something cut the movement...

“I hope you're not taking advantage of a moment of fragility from our (Y/N) just to have your presents before everyone, Hvitserk.” Ubbe's voice, coming from the door.

Hvitserk and your older brother trade that strange smile again. And he ends the initial movement, kissing your cheek innocently.

But you're pretty sure he wasn't intending it from the beginning. That smile on his face doesn't mislead you.

What he was thinking about?

With Ubbe entering the room, sitting on the bed with you both, it seems you will never understand where Hvitserk was really intending to get...

“Look!” He shows your present, proudly, to a surprised Ubbe “It’s beautiful, isn't it? She said it is to protect me on my traveling.”

Ubbe touches the pendant, analyzing it before smile.

“I hope you brought something good to me too, sister.”

Hvitserk laughs on his envy. And tenderly caress the pendant before put it on his chest again, smiling at you.

But there was again that strange tone on Ubbe's voice. That word... "Sister"...

At the beginning you thought he was mad about his father bringing a stranger girl to his home, telling him to treat you like his younger sister.

But now... He was always so gentle and protective of you, always so funny and sweet... Why that word always sounded so wrong on his lips?

“Of course I did, Wolf.” You said, making him smile with your old nickname.

“She still calls me Puppy” Hvitserk commented, smiling to Ubbe, receiving a sweet smile back.

“The years have changed us all, but we're still in each other’s hearts same way” Ubbe says, touching a lock of your hair “Aren’t we, smukke?”

You turn your eyes to theirs. Hvitserk was smiling again, so as Ubbe.

And all the nonsense about words sounding wrong or different intentions just vanishes on their smiles.

You love them so hard... It was so hard to be away from them for so long.

Your fingertips were now caressing Ubbe's beard again.

And he leans his forehead on yours once again.

“Yeah. We are, my wolf. We are.”

It doesn't matter what they were thinking or all the things had happened to you all. They're your beloved and you're finally home again.

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