#ivar friends to enemies

[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

Masterlist Here

"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away. 

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face. 

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag. 

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed. 

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you. 

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back. 

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

-

As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

Part two

General Taglist: @strvngestark @headinfantasy @meg-ro @427120lxld @obx-josie18 @ravenmoore14 @tessakate

Vikings Taglist: @bellroclucky03 @ringpopdust @hypocritic-trash-baby @tessakate

[inexplicifics]

Eskel, after he learns about Ivar's army: Please stop terrifying all our friends and allies.

Ivar, unrepentant: *gives him A Look*

Eskel: Will you at least only INTENTIONALLY terrify our enemies? Please?

Ivar: Alright. Give me a list and I'll see what I can do.

*two weeks later*

Eskel: Why are three more nations spontaneously surrendering to the Wolf?

Everyone (including Ivar, to be fair) is very glad Geralt, not Ivar, ended up as Warlord of the North.

[bjornswoman]

Vikings Masterlist

Bjorn Ironside

Mine

Afraid of losing you

Heart's healer

His night

Precious

Arrows

Blue piercing eyes

I love you

Zinnia

False promises

Ubbe

His dark side

Jealous

Secret

Just listen

His bride

Sick girl

Little girl

My enemy and me*

Hvitserk

Goddess

One of his women

Betrayed

Best friends

Crazy and mad

Lies* (remake) / Lies*

Fake wedding

Worth it

My prisoner

Ivar the Boneless

Mad about you

Last night, Back to you

Break

Feelings

Crimes of love

Games and conflicts

Jealous girl

Right person wrong time

Photograph

Toxic I, II

Destruction*

Harald Finehair

Promise

Allies

Live for me

Free with you

Shieldmaiden's secret

[a-firsthand-murder-ballad]

AFHMB is a dark fantasy, colonial era WIP IF with some historical inspiration and intended for a ~16+ audience. It is hosted on Itch.io, made with Twine, and will be free start-to-finish. Demo here.

Warnings for general death, very briefly mentioned infant death, war, and disease, amongst others.

The war’s victory was not a joyous affair. There was no celebration when the encroaching forces were routed from the land. No drinking. No parties. No cheering or tearful greetings from spouses who had not seen one another in nearly a decade.

The silence was unmistakable. Loud. Overwhelming.

There was no joy to be found in it.

The removal of enemy soldiers from Herritus was instead met by one of the bleakest seasons to have ever settled over the country’s south. Crops and livestock died of the cold, infants were unable to be roused from their frigid sleep, and chromatia returned from its grave with wretched determination.

The streets are deserted- not a soul travels the worn roads. The homeless freeze to death and community shelters across the nation are wrung dry. Not even a noble such as yourself is safe from the cold’s grip.

It seeps in through the cracked windows, through the gaps under the doors. Your fire cannot douse it. No matter how many lanterns you light, the shudders will not be dispelled. You don a dozen layers; it finds a way through each.

When you are diagnosed with the grey ruin and made to realise you may have only a few months left to live, you must take it upon yourself to remove any remaining loose ends- before the sickness takes you.

And yet...something is wrong in the town of Nērisk. Something impossible is happening. And someway, somehow, it all ties back in to your brother’s murder twenty years prior.

Reminder that everything here is subject to change. It is a WIP for a reason.

- Customize your MC, including their gender (with options for women, men, and nonbinary MCs, plus enby men and women) and pronouns (supports multiple sets and custom input), appearance, and skills.

- MC’s personality is semi-set.  You can shift the way they develop and how they react to some situations, but some facets of themself will always be set.

- Optionally romance any of 9 options, with 10 poly routes available, including one quad (four person) option.

- Discover that not everything in Nērisk is as it seems, and that you cannot put your past behind you quite so easily...

- You are not the hero of this story. Rediscover old friends, and with them, old vices you thought you’d overcome.

Florain Vettikar [M/F]: An individual from your past you held dear (ex-best friend or ex-lover), taken from you too soon as karmic retribution. They’re long dead...but that doesn’t mean they’re gone.

Aviri von Jhersten [NB]: Someone you knew long ago. Their hands and yours are stained with the same blood, yet they were the one to claim guilt for the fresh grave. Now, they return, with new money and old vendettas.

Cillian Rittaker [M/NB/F]: You had seen Cillian once in passing as a child, a poor orphan your mother had shooed you away from. Nowadays, ze’s a powerful healer...and Nērisk’s final bastion against the chromatia.

Liel Amorson [M/F]: A childhood friend. You haven’t seen them in the decades since their family was forced to flee Nērisk, but now they return. You’d think they hadn’t changed at all if not for the emptiness in their eyes.

Acrocantus vel Yurius [M]: A son of the king of a distant country, who ran to Nērisk to escape his father and his homeland. He’s completely out of his depth...and is paying you to let him stay in your manor.

Ueryphus el Lirisis [NB]: Vel Yurius’ personal guard. They don’t trust you, and maybe they’re right not to. Still, they manage being unhappily polite, if only due to your extended grace when it comes to housing them.

Niphiles Ivares [F]: A wanderer, constantly coming and going. You’ve seen her around a few times, maybe even had a chat or two. Now, though, she’s trapped here in Nērisk, and growing increasingly paranoid…

Micah Kirrest [NB]: An annoyingly kind and persistent barkeep- and perhaps the only person you can call friend. Recently, you’d been separated, and now ey refuse to leave your side...no matter the circumstances.

Allifair ve Ketimnar [M/F]: As a child, they were forced to train under the same church authority you were, and now, they’re a priest with that same church. They hide their guilt well with jokes and snark. Too well.

[Poly routes are Florain/Aviri, Florain/Liel, Florain/Micah, Aviri/Micah, Cillian/Niphiles, Cillian/Aviri, Cillian/Allifair, Liel/Micah, and Acrocantus/Ueryphus.]

[The four-person poly route is Florain/Liel/Micah.]

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas

Summary: how timetraveling Vikings would react to modern Christmas/what they enjoy/etc.

Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy (hmu to be added to any of my taglists!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

I think Ragnar likes modern christmas more than he should

He takes it like many non-christians do nowadays – fuck Christianity, i’m getting presents

Might let Athelstan drag him to church

Leaves midway tho

So bad at gift-giving that he accidentally gets you a great one

Lagertha

The BEST gift giver

Has a little table (after you show her how excel works, obvi) of the people she wants to get presents for and tracks their wishes over the course of a year

You need her at Christmas, actually

She doesn’t like the Christian part of it, but she likes the community it creates and GODDAMN Lagertha makes some good food

Athelstan

Vibes to church service HARD, even in modern times

Big enjoyer of WHAM! And Mariah Carey

Makes small, but very thoughtful gifts

Definitely always gets sick around Christmas and wears a bundle of scarves

Please don’t let him shave his head weirdly, or his brain will freeze

Bjorn

Doesn’t like Christmas

He came to the future, you have planes, let him use them

Spends his Christmas in warm places

Honestly, he might enjoy Aussie Christmas

Any excuse for beaches and bbq

Ubbe

If you want to stage a great Christmas celebration, go to Ubbe

Despite being from Viking times, he will be able to organise it better

He likes bringing people together for any occasion, and will be decorating the venue he chose like a PTA-mom with rabies (so, quintessentially, Ubbe)

Does not let snowy grounds stop him from playing football with friends/brothers

Hvitserk

LOVES Christmas

An endless supply of cookies and chocolate? Are you kidding??? The christians got something right?????

Eats everything you leave lying around

On time for everything during Christmas

Honestly, he gets hilarious gifts for everyone

Surprisingly good at singing christmas carols

Honestly, Hvitserk makes friends in all religions so his year of exquisite eating is just

Easter -> Eid -> Midsommar -> Thanksgiving -> Hannukah -> Christmas

Rinse and repeat baby

Sigurd

Spends the entire time critizising the compository value of christmas songs

Has an enemies to lovers arc with them

One day, soon after Christmas Eve, you will find a slightly drunk Sigurd in front of a karaoke machine with a thousand yard stare and the best interpretation of Last Christmas your ears will ever hear

Ivar

Christmas is a capitalist venture for the foolish designed by greedy christians

Totally does not buy super expensive gifts for his friends to brag

That Tesla outside your door? That’s not a Christmas gift silly, he’s sending you down the frozen road as a sacrifice to Odin so his bleeding ears might be saved from Sigurd

Does make an effort to put his mafia-ventures on hold for you though

He still hates Christmas

Floki

HATES CHRISTMAS. Floki hates Christmas so much. Did he already say he hates Christmas?

Hates it so much he secretly loves it.

‘Annoyed’ at Helga for baking cookies with you

‘Annoyed’ at the celebrations and people coming together

He secretly enjoys the non-Christian part of Christmas

But he just can’t get over the Jesus being born thing

Celebrates the part of Easter where he’s dead for a few days

Helga

Loves Christmas, and without shame

Turns into a cookie factory

Handmade gifts for everyone

Does a lot of charity/social work around Christmas

Enjoys ice-skating rinks as well

Tells Floki to stop moping around (he does)

[thegracefulvikingprincess]

ℒ𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒿𝒶 ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑒 Vidarsdóttir

Lidija Marlene is the daughter of Marlena and Vidar, twin sister of Ranva, younger sister of Ragnar Ivain and older sister of Lian and is the Princess of Scotland. She is the granddaughter of Ivar the Boneless and Xenia and Hvitserk and Caya, the great-granddaughter of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and Flóki the Boatbuilder, niece of Illian, Ellinor, Baldur, Cailan, Edda, Iwan, Finan and Caye and cousin of Xena and Callum. From birth, she is often compared to her father, whom she looks exactly like and often reminds her of him, which she is often told. From an early age, Lidija has had a keen sense of her family's feelings and offers her mother comfort and support. The little princess quickly learns to stand on her own two feet and matures quickly, taking on responsibility early, which is why she seems very wise and grown-up for her age and knows early on what she wants. Although she had a close bond with her twin sister back then, they now have a complicated relationship, while she shares a loving, close bond with her older brother, whom she loves very much and confides in everything. Unlike her twin sister, she is considered the kind-hearted, gentle side of her father, has the same big, open heart, his good nature and the innate ability to lead and rule. While she has her mother's inner strength, natural elegance and grace, as well as her calm streak in the face of the storm that Lidija could unleash at any time with words or actions. She also carries her mother's majesty and courage within her. Lidija always attracts the attention that she neither seeks nor wants and knows how to charm men with her beauty and demeanor. On the outside, the princess appears unshakable and self-confident. Her strength and her ability to act quickly make her a favorite in Scotland and the new heir to the throne. In addition to her authority to lead like her father and the strength of her mother, she is blessed with the head of her grandfather and the brilliance of the women in the family. Lidija does not negotiate with her decisions, has a good sense of friends and enemies and tactics and plans and knows how to strictly enforce her will. Since her mother recognizes the strength in her daughter, the only one who knows how to handle the burden of carrying a crown on her head, her mother teaches her everything from an early age and chooses her to be the future, first hereditary and female heir to the throne of Scotland. Lidija is conscientiously aware of the task she has committed herself to and is always ready to face it. Lidija is absolutely loyal to the gods and her family, stands by them, advises them and bears their name with pride. She fills her family always with her light and strength, even in dark times, with their good faith and love and, like her mother, is considered to be a cheerful person. Despite her gentle, good natured and open nature, the princess also has another side that should not be underestimated and certainly not awakened. The true Viking princess is a woman of the north, ready to strike, to fight and is prepared to take brutal and, if necessary, bloody action and carries the toughness and assertiveness within her. The Viking and princess also carries a coldness within her that could freeze anyone to death. Her good nature and fighting spirit should not be put to the test. Like her father, Lidija cares about nothing more than her family, whom she loves more than anything and for whom she is always there. Lidija does not let anyone talk her into anything and puts her trust in her strength to achieve her goals and not disappoint her mother, her future country and people. The gods themselves have intended for her to act and rule as a great queen one day. ( » Vikings )

[gloriousshieldmaiden]

Lagertha is a respected warrior and the former Queen of Kattegat. Her parents were farmers. She was raised as a shieldmaiden and learned to be brave and strong early on. Through the loss of her children, Lagertha has come to understand that Freyja's fertility is for others and that her path as a warrior Valkyrie was predestined by the goddess. Lagertha is very strong-willed and determined when it comes to protecting her family - and the throne. She was a shieldmaiden who fought alongside her male war companions and who proved herself very skilled in battle. Just like her former husband, Ragnar Lothbrok, she has a sense of adventure, equal to her strong ambition and desire to rule. In addition to her physical abilities, she is a person who loves those close to her, such as Ragnar, her surviving son Björn, her deceased daughter Gyda, her friends and allies. She is compassionate, loving towards those she loves and has her heart in the right place despite her bad sides. While she uses her power wisely and justly, she is vicious towards those she considers enemies. She is therefore impulsive in some situations and does not hesitate to attack what she sees as her enemies, without thinking about the possible consequences. She also demonstrated her desire for revenge by killing Aslaug after she had already surrendered to Lagertha. Lagertha is very fond of children, even though the seer told her that she would not have any other children apart from Björn and Gyda. This prophecy came true, but was considered dangerous by Ragnar, as she took unhealthy and unfounded risks during her pregnancy in order to "prove" that the prophecy was correct and unchangeable. In the end, she said that Ivar was a usurper, despite the fact that she herself is a usurper and Ivar has more right to claim the throne of Kattegat than she does. Because by divorcing Ragnar, she lost all rights to the throne, while Ivar is the son of Ragnar and Aslaug, Kattegat's previous rulers. Totally against Ivar's prohibition and despite the contempt she showed her, she trained Edda as a shieldmaiden, gave her her sword and officially appointed her as the new leader of the shieldmaidens. Despite the difficulties, she has loving feelings towards Edda and great respect for the young princess. Marcellus, whom she supported from the beginning, creating a loving and close bond between the two, adopted her and considers her her son.

[peaceisadirtyword]

Pull the Trigger (Modern!Ivar/Reader) Masterlist

moodboard by me

When Y/N’s best friend started dating one of the Lothbrok brothers she couldn’t believe it. Since she had moved to Kattegat she had been silently hating them, especially the youngest of them all. Ivar Lothbrok was irritating, pretentious, a narcissist and, in general, very bad news. The last thing Y/N wanted was to get involved with that family, but she’d do anything for Thora, including giving a chance to her boyfriend’s annoying family that might not be as bad as she thought. 

Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of SA, alcohol, drugs, smut, slowburn, mentions of sex. 

Enemies to lovers (mild), soulmates. 

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

New chapter every Thursday at 20:00 CET

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[exaltedandpure]

Marlena Caya Hvitserksdóttir

The norse Queen of Scotland

"Scotland has one true ruler, Marlena Caya Hvitserksdóttir, Queen of Scots, daughter of Hvitserk and Caya Lothbrok, crowned on her wedding day and not appointed by the Pope, or the Almighty himself. But it is my duty, my from the gods given destiny and my crown! And I defend it from anyone who attempts to take it!"

"You're beautiful and clever and unpredictable. Like your mother, you know how to use your beauty and could have the whole world at your feet. You are aware of it, but you don't use it because other people are more important to you than you are. You are like your mother, a whirlwind but with a heart of gold. There's this fire inside of you that's the same as your mother's. You're a warrior, you know how to fight, but you prefer to use your wits to win wars. That's what makes you who you are, what makes you special." Hvitserk to his daughter.

Marlena Caya Hvitserksdóttir - Daughter of Hvitserk and Caya, younger sister of Illian and older sister of Ellinor and Baldur, granddaughter of the two great men Ragnar and Flóki the Shipbuilder, niece of Xenia, Ivar, Ubbe and Bjorn and cousin of Vidar, Edda, Cailan, Iwan, Ragnar, Leja, Finan and Caye. She's the wife of Vidar, her one and only true love and the mother of Ragnar Ivain, Lidija Marlene and Ranva Aleen. Passionate and balanced is what best describes Marlena, but she is also a headstrong woman. She proves to be a fearsome enemy to anyone who stands in her way. She is also a great ally as she always puts other people before herself. As a child, Marlena was described as very talkative and free with words, but in her youth she became stronger to stand up for what she believes in. She has grown into an independent woman who will do anything to protect the people she loves and her country. She is a warrior but she is also the romantic, both in equal parts. Many describe her as a truly remarkable woman, she is funny, charming, adventurous, wild and full of passion. Just like her mother, she has an unbridled fire, an unbreakable will and is often unpredictable, but like her mother, she is also an extremely intelligent young woman. She speaks various languages, she rides horses and she is good at hunting. Marlena has a close relationship with her brother, her cousin and her cousins ​​because she grew up with them. And an even stronger bond and relationship with her little sister, who she admires and loves deeply. Marcellus is her best friend, her guidance and the person she finds most support and comfort in, except for Edda who is not only her cousin, but her best friend. Family always comes first for her and she would defend and protect them with her own life without hesitation. Her father is her greatest hero, whom she loves more than anything else. Marlena also has a very close relationship with her uncle and her aunt, and loves them unconditionally. She is a real whirlwind with the heart of a Norse, a strong belief in the gods and the fate they have given her. Together with her family, including Edda, Vidar, Illian and Marcellus she was send to Scotland to meet the Scottish king and to marry him. After their marriage the king died, which made Marlena the new Queen of Scotland. She married Vidar, who is through their marriage the King of Scotland and together they have two sons and two twin daughters.

Married to my one and only true love, my life, my heart, my happiness and my king,- @rebelheartedviking, mother of two beautiful and perfect little boys - Ragnar Ivain and Lian Iwan and two perfect and precious daughters - Lidija Marlene and Ranva Aleen.

[cosmicjoke]

Alright, chapter 206 of "Vinland Saga", and holy shit, what an incredible chapter this was.

All my fears of a convenient or easy resolution to the brewing conflict just evaporated with this chapter.

Starting it out with the natives already attacking Arnheind Village, already slaughtering a family, and juxtaposing that against Thorfinn's attempts to evade conflict, the reader knowing it's already too late, was a brilliant move. I was seriously on the edge of my seat reading this.

And knowing the natives are now heading toward Thorfinn's house, where Gurdrid is in the midst of giving birth, Jesus, the stakes couldn't be higher. Clearly these people have no qualms murdering women, and I'm guessing they have no qualms murdering children either. War has already begun, as the editor's caption at the end says.

I'm really loving this, because Thorfinn's resolve of pacifism has never been more sorely tested than it is now, and I frankly don't see a way out of this while maintaining that vow. Violence has already broken out, and Thorfinn's very family, his wife and children, are in danger. If Thorfinn DOESN'T fight, they could very well die. How far does Thorfinn's resolve to abstain from violence reach? Would he let his own family perish to hold to his vow? These kinds of questions are of course what makes a story like "Vinland Saga" so interesting. What good does an avoidance of conflict amount to if innocent people die for it?

And then there's Einar and Thorfinn's own, emerging conflict. To see it come to this between them is heartbreaking, but incredibly realistic. Einar is Thorfinn's first and best friend, and yet they're at what seems an impasse. Einar's refusal to leave, and his declaration that no one else will leave either, is true to reality. All of the Nords worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to just agree to leave. Thorfinn's idealism is starting to run into harsh reality, and it isn't going well. When Einar accuses Thorfinn of caring more about his vow not to kill than he does the village, this is also a harsh clash of reality against his idealism. Again, he's faced with a vital question. What's more important to him, making amends for all the lives he previously took by creating and sustaining a world and a life for people trying to escape war, or his vow of pacifism? An even more impossible question, how can a world free from war even exist if you aren't willing to fight for it? I really like this. Because it's presenting the incongruence of a totally peaceful world. It can't actually exist. In order to defend something and sustain it, violence can't always be avoided. You can't always refuse to fight. Because there's always going to be someone or something which threatens it. Thorfinn's conflict with Einar really encapsulates this. At a certain point, you have to choose. Hold, without compromise, to an impossible, personal ideal, or fight for the lives of others. Einar isn't wrong when he tells Thorfinn his continued insistence that the Lnu aren't their enemies is stupid. They are because they refuse now to allow the Nords to stay, under threat of violence. That's an enemy. A world without enemies was only ever a fantasy. The impartial and unbiased spread of disease ensured the impossibility of pretending otherwise any longer. There's always going to be a situation of it being either us or them.

Now, the attack on Arnheid Village is all the more devastating. It really is too late to avoid war now. They've killed a man and a woman. Two members of the community. And they're headed for Thorfinn's home next. This presents further, terrible questions. There are no weapons in the village, the very thing the natives are looking for. Thorfinn's insistence of bringing no means of defending themselves could very well cost lives now. The irony, of course, is that it was Ivar smuggling weapons into the village in the first place that ignited the native's greed, and encouraged them to attack to begin with. Further irony is in the fact that Thorfinn's own pacifism is what lead to Ivar attacking the Shaman in the first place, convinced as he was that Throfinn was weak and wouldn't be able to defend himself. "Vinland Saga" really is presenting both sides of the argument now. It's both Ivar's violence and Thorfinn's pacifism that has contributed to the current state of things.

But the Nords aren't going to be able to be talked out of all out war, at this point. First blood has been drawn, and there's no way they're going to listen to anything Thorfinn has to say any more about not fighting.

I really don't know what's going to happen now. Thorfinn and his group are being pursued by the war party of natives, and his village is under attack, with Gurdrid and Karli and the others all in danger. If Thorfinn can't make it back to the village, his family might die. And if they do, what would be Thorfinn's reaction? How would his vow of pacifism even hold up to that? Or if he is able to make it back to the village in time, I can't imagine he'll just stand by and let his family be slaughtered. He'll have to fight to defend them. He may even have to kill.

This is by far the best chapter of "Vinland Saga" in a while, and one of the best of the entire series, I think.

Things are really starting to come to a head now, and I can't wait to see how this develops. The two month wait is gonna' be hard to take.

[mads-weasley]

Ghosts

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Thorstensdottir (OFC)

Masterlist

A/N: I know it has been a super long time, guys, but I'm back for a short span before the spring semester starts. I just watched Vikings, and all I can say is that I'm late to the party, but I love Hvitserk!! This may be rough, but it's the first thing I've written in months. This one is dedicated to my wonderful friend, @footprintsinthesxnd, who has been the kindest and understanding friend a girl could ask for. Enjoy!

Summary: The Battle for Kattegat was a success, but at what cost? Hvitserk is forced to face a reality where the heart of his newfound love no longer beats in the same world as his.

Word Count: 1.6k

The streets of Kattegat were as he remembered them. Salt filled the air, and the scent of fish wafted through the streets. He had no time to stop and take in the moment, however. He was on a mission.

As Hvitserk fought through Kattegat beside Bjorn, he was surrounded by ghosts, but his sights were set on the longhouse deep inside the town. The place he grew up. His home. Where he was.

With each slash of his sword came a new memory: her smile, her laugh, the warmth of her skin. It was cold now. He pushed away the thought of her lifeless body lying in the snow, buried in an unmarked grave he would never find.

Blocking an axe with his shield, he quickly swung his sword, embedding it in the man's chest with a sickening squelch, a roar leaving his lips. Bjorn was a few feet ahead of him doing the same, fighting with everything he had to get to Ivar.

Ivar.

Hvitserk had become accustomed to questioning the gods about his purpose, but with Eira...he thought he'd finally found it. And that hope died with her, both killed by his power-hungry brother. He could see Ivar's face as he watched her die: his smirk smeared across his face as she screamed for mercy. He couldn't stop thinking about her. What was her last thought? Was she crying? Did she die quickly? Did she suffer? He didn't know anything.

Hvitserk's mind was his worst enemy...it always had been.

The Night Before

Candlelight illuminated the tent in a warm glow as Bjorn, Gunnhild, Herald, Olaf, and Hvitserk all gathered around it. Their previous two-pronged attack had been a failure, and they were all feeling the effects of it. Blue and white paint still stained their faces, and their bodies ached with exhaustion.

Hvitserk half listened to the conversation, getting caught up in his thoughts. He would finally see her tomorrow. He felt it in his bones. He'd kiss her and hold her tightly like he should've done when he left, when he'd finally decided to take action against Ivar. Hvitserk thought of what he would say...what could he say to convey his feelings? How could he tell her that he'd decided she was his destiny? The catalyst in his life that pulled him out of complacency? The women who appeared in his dreams each night?

He'd figure it out. He always did.

Hvitserk was pulled from his mind as Bjorn cleared his throat and sent him a pointed look.

"What about here," he suggested after a moment, pointing to a position on the map. "We could-"

Before he could continue, the flap opened and a small hooded figure entered the tent. They quickly removed their hood, and Hvitserk instantly recognized the bright blonde hair.

He stepped towards her, his brows furrowed. "Freydis, what are you doing here?"

"I had to come." She glanced at the rest of the room. "I have things to say."

Freydis had the room's attention, and all eyes turned to her. A million questions ran through Hvitserk's mind, but the words that left her lips were the farthest from his thoughts.

"I am sorry, but Eira is gone. Ivar-"

"What? Gone?" He didn't understand. How was she just gone?

As she peered up at him, Freydis saw the confusion in his eyes. The deep-seated denial about what she was telling him. "Ivar had her killed."

Present Day

Grief and rage swirled within him into a potent mix that made him fight harder than ever before. The warm splatter of blood on Hvitserk's face was nothing to the cold, hollow grief that flowed through his veins.

"Enough! Enough!" Bjorn cried, but not before Hvitserk took down another man, his chest heaving. Some fought on while others froze, their attention on Bjorn. "People of Kattegat, we have come for Ivar. We have no intention of killing our friends. Stay inside."

He walked out onto the road as townspeople hurriedly closed their doors. "Do not fight us. We are are here to set you free."

Their force quickly made their way to the longhouse, and Hvitserk forced his eyes forward as he passed Eira's house. The memories were simply too much for him to bear. Noticing his distress, Gunnhild reached out an arm and hit his shoulder gently, sending him a nod. It seemed to say, 'This is for her.'

His lip twitched, and for a moment, he let the memories in. As quickly as they were let in, however, they were shut back out by the sight before them: a wall of Ivar's men guarding the longhouse. And in the back, behind rows of rows of shields, was Ivar.

Rage burned hot in his chest at the mere sight of his brother. How could he have done it again? Killed the woman Hvitserk loved. First it was Margarethe, and now it was Eira. His sweet Eira.

He tore things apart...people apart, and she put them back together. He'd always admired the way in which she cared for those around her. A healer, Eira looked after the sick, injured, and elderly of the city, often staying out until the wee hours of the morning watching over them all. He'd grown to rely on her quiet strength, and it was her words in their first interaction that pushed him to act.

"You are a coward,” she'd muttered. "You are just like Ivar."

"I am nothing like Ivar."

"Then prove it."

He was.

Bjorn was the first to step out. "Ivar!"

A split second later, a man broke from the wall and came running at Bjorn. Hvitserk held back the man beside him who was ready to rush to his faithful leader's aid. This was no normal battle, though. It was their battle. A Ragnarsson's fight...at least to begin with.

As the wall broke and more men entered the fray, Hvitserk stepped out, sounding a war cry before impaling one of them through the stomach. Soon, the rest of the men joined, and he lost himself in the rhythm of the fight. The screams, the clash of metal, the smell of blood...it all fueled him.

Bjorn had always called him a berserker, and for the first time, he felt it. The fury he'd built up the past 24 hours was letting loose. He was letting loose on the attacking men. How anyone could ever stand with Ivar after what he'd done to Kattegat, Hvitserk would never know.

A shield connected with his chin, and he grunted as the hit sent a sharp jolt of pain through his jaw. He stumbled back against a nearby cart but quickly gathered and ducked beneath the man's swipe. With a spin, he sliced the man's back and then grabbed his shoulder, bracing himself as he drove his sword into the man's gut.

The soldier instantly fell, and Hvitserk found it hard to stay on his own feet. He looked around and noted the bodies surrounding him. Some writhed on the ground in pain while others lay still, surely on their way to Valhalla.

Eira would've helped them.

She would've smiled at them and said everything would be okay, even if she knew they'd soon be in Odin's Great Hall. She'd have held their hand and told them stories of her youth, of her and Vali, and how they used to cause their parents so much trouble. Eira would've...should've been there.

Hvitserk blinked rapidly, the world slowly tilting around him as he stumbled over toward Bjorn and the others. His limbs felt weighted down as if made of pure lead, and his head...it pulsed painfully with each heartbeat. His foot caught on an arm while trying to step over a corpse, and he fell to the bloodied dirt, landing roughly on his wrist.

Hvitserk crawled toward Bjorn and Herald. His older brother stood to his feet, and Hvitserk followed suit, thankful that the adrenaline would hold off the pain for now. Embracing his brother, Hvitserk couldn't help but think of everyone he'd lost. The people he should be celebrating the victory with. He took a deep breath and let out a rough yell, squeezing his eyes closed as their men erupted in cheers.

They'd won.

Bjorn glanced over at him. Their eyes had a silent conversation for a few moments before they started toward the longhouse.

"Ready?" Bjorn asked him when they reached the doors.

With a nod, Hvitserk lowered his shoulder and burst through the doors. The once lively hall was dark, the only light from the open door behind them casting long shadows across the room. Hvitserk's eyes scanned the room as they entered further, but there was no sign of Ivar.

He had run away. After everything, he'd run like a coward.

"Ivar!" He screamed, his hand tightening around his sword with a vice-like grip. "Ivar! Where are you? Surrender!"

Met with silence, they ventured into the back rooms, and Hvitserk's heart sank impossibly lower. Freydis lay lifeless on the bed beside the bones of her and Ivar's baby. She'd sacrificed her life for their victory. Hvitserk added her name to the list of people Ivar had destroyed in his reign. There were already too many.

In the end, Freydis had turned against Ivar, much like he had.

Hvitserk watched as Bjorn stroked her hair gently, and for a split second, her hair darkened slightly, and her face morphed into Eira's. He couldn't stand it. Turning away, his lip twitched as he desperately tried to keep his composure. There would be a time for mourning, but he had to find Ivar. He had to avenge the woman he loved.

But he was gone. Ivar was gone.

And so was she.

A/N: Okay! That was something! Know that I will be adding little snippets of Eira and Hvitserk randomly. They won't be posted in chronological order, but they will be on the masterlist.

[walpu]

The Duke told all of us to go to the village he had picked out. To tell us to rest up, and he will inform us when our next training session was due.

We stayed there. The residents were sweet and kind, they took us in and gave us warm food and clothes.

But one night, there was a fire in the middle of town. It started from a haybale being set on fire after the barnyard was doused by fuel, the whole village burned in a matter of hours.

We tried to contact the Duke, but he didnt reply.

We turned on each other. Pointing fingers, saying that it was the other who had decided to set fire to an innocent village and trying to place the blame of entire village's surviving population on us.

Soon, the killings started.

The weakest in combat, the crippled ones, and the selfless ones went down first. They had let their strength dwindle, and their hearts open, and they paid dearly for the price.

Next, all the villagers, adult, child, it didnt matter. Devastation rained upon them as we all knew that we couldn't let any survivors reveal what had went down.

The screams, they haunted us for a long time. Leynor was the only ones that were considered the luckier ones to survive. I can understand that. He was shy, and hid for the most part of the death showdown.

It’s a good thing Ranis accompanied him throughout. It would have been an adorable and teasable moment if it wasn’t in the midst of life and death.

Next, it became a hunting competition. Sahim and Ivar were missing throughout, thankfully, they simply just hid, and killed whoever tried to overpower them.

One by one, all of them perished, from being shot, stabbed and mutilated.

I was one of them. I did what I had to. But I hated every moment of it. I grew up with these people, they were my friends and rivals alike, and they were the same people I had to slaughter to ensure my survival.

But I pushed forward. I purged all obstacles, all of my allies and foes alike, and I tore down everything just so I would be the last to win.

And in the end, I lost everything. My friends that accompanied me when I was far from family, my dignity, and the remaining friendships that didn’t last till today.

And I even lost… him. Matthen. Sweet Matthen. Why did you have to be so stupid, so sacrificing, and so fucking loving? If you had just killed me, right then and there, you would be alive. I would have rather hunted down whoever was left if we were not running out of time before sundown.

It was horrible. The blade pierced him with such sickening ease, I felt sick to my stomach for the first time since my childhood. He was still smiling. Still smiling as I held his ever growing colder body, and crying for his forgiveness.

It’s blurry after all that. I remember Haben rushing over and hugging me to his body, I felt so weak, so disgusted with myself. He held me close, and he was the one who had to pry me off of Matthen’s cold body.

I was the one who purged the most of them. It was something to be proud of, but it wasn’t. I had killed so many. So many who had a life, and so many who had opportunities. And yet, I continued to kill even in my adult years

I can’t look at myself in the mirror. I don’t want to see the person who’s still alive, after slaughtering so many innocents like a killing machine.

I can’t look at the person who should have died instead of Matthen. He still smiled. He knew that I had a family to go home to, who didn’t even know what had become of me.

But he did as well. He had a life, and he so willingly gave that up for a pathetic, selfish man like me.

The Duke is dead now, but his children are not.

I will make them suffer the way they made all of us suffer. I will make them taste the wrath of their own flames, and listen to their screams and howls as they wither away.

-a exert of a diary note you found in Verian’s notebook. It’s burned at the edges, likely from fiery rage.

There’s a reason why Verian had so many enemies to this day, the arrow guy is the one who hates him the most, because Verian had killed all of his friends.

There were only 20 survivors left amongst around hundreds, but the worst thing is that if Verian didn’t get another kill before the sun cracked over the horizon, he would have died, and Matthen didn’t want that.

There’s a reason out of everyone, Haben is the one Verian called his friend with benefit, because Haben was the first, besides Matthen and even before Aventurine, to have ever seen him so vulnerable yet never take advantage of him.

You will never stop tormenting Verian, won't you? 😭

[seamayweed]

got tagged four times, so i thought it was about time i crawled out of the woodwork and did this! thanks, @godotismissingx, @akingyouniverse, @pashminabitch & @idrilka 💙

Rules: Answer all the questions, then tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Three ships: i'm a seon-ho multishipper but if i had to choose then it would be bangseon (yi bang-won/nam seon-ho, MCTNA); sephcloud (sephiroth/cloud strife, FF7); balthorki (baldr/thor/loki, Marvel/MCU); as a bonus: heavar (heahmund/ivar, Vikings)

First ship: i think it might have been sasunaru lol

Last song I listened to: Labour by Paris Paloma

Last movie I watched: it's still The Divine Fury (haven't gotten around to watching The Handmaiden yet, but i hope to soon! /o\)

Currently reading: not really reading anything right now... though i guess i recently got Fire & Blood by George R. R. Martin. also meant to start reading Gilgi - eine von uns by Irmgard Keun soon beyond the sneak peek i already got (folks, is it gay to call your girl best friend "Marzipanmädchen" and dreamily think of her as romance itself in the era of the "Neue Sachlichkeit" that eschews romance and sentimentality of any kind???).

Currently watching: i gave in to the urge and finally started watching House of the Dragon (hence why i got Fire & Blood). alicent hightower is my poor little meow meow who is surrounded by creeps and has sapphic longing for her childhood friend/first love turned enemy and can do no wrong

Currently consuming: water - remember to stay hydrated, everyone!

Currently craving: savory puff pastries or há cảo 🤤

Tagging @illwynd, @pyrebomb, @argents-huntress, @hedvig-ulrika, @sadviper, @rain-hat, @nubreed73, @lilsjames, @fuckingfeatherine, @blueberry-cheese-pizza, @springkitten, @contagiousrhythminmybrain, @lvsifer, @noona96n, @strandedchesspiece, @bienmoreau, @cumberbatchedandproud, @laireshi, @judiwench, @itsza, @yohankang, @radialarch, @convenientalias, @avauntus and anyone else who wants to do it!

[a-cabin-in-midgard]

AURELIA

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

TITLE(S)

Aurelia Cotta, Lady of Crete

ALIAS

Lia

Ditzy (by Heimdall)

Scatter-brained Mortal (by Heimdall)

Lassie/Lass (by Mimir)

BIRTHPLACE

Midgard

LOCATION

Midgard (formerly)

Realm Between Realms (formerly)

Asgard (currently)

STATUS

Alive

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

RACE

Midgardian

GENDER

Female

HEIGHT

172 cm (5'7")

HAIR COLOR

Strawberry/Light Blonde

EYE COLOR

Brown

SKIN COLOR

Sand

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

FAMILY

Merope (Mother) †

Ivar (Father) †

Eirik (Younger Brother) †

Heimdall (Love Interest)

Oenopion (Maternal Grandfather)

LOYALTIES

Herself

The Nine Realms

Kratos

Atreus

ENEMIES

Odin

Thor

Heimdall (formerly)

WEAPONS

Wooden Longbow

Poison Arrows

Explosive Arrows

Iron Dagger

ITEM(S)

Mother's Ring

PAST LORE

Aurelia (who normally goes by Lia) was born in the mountains of Midgard. Her family mostly kept to themselves, living a secluded and self-sufficient life. As such, both her and her brother had little to no form of education. Life only got harder once Fimbulwinter hit. Food was scarce, and disease was rampant. Her father died first from pneumonia, and shortly afterwards, her brother fell through the ice in the Lake of Nine and drowned. Distraught over the loss of both her son and husband, Aurelia’s mother committed suicide. In a matter of months, Aurelia had buried her entire family. 

Probably at the lowest point in her life, Aurelia nearly died herself on a hunting trip shortly after the death of her family members. She put up a fight, but had been fully prepared to die. In the knick of time, she was saved by both Kratos and Atreus. They took her back to their cabin, where they tended to her injuries and ultimately nursed her back to health. She learned who they were, and despite her initial reservations about staying in the company of gods, she ends up sticking with them in order to survive Fimbulwinter.

CURRENT LORE

She’s essentially taken on the role of caretaker when it comes to Kratos and Atreus (Mimir is not safe from her matriarchal tendencies either). Aurelia is more concerned with ensuring their survival and being as useful as possible (as useful as a mortal can be among gods). She sometimes accompanies them on journeys, but usually stays home with Mimir to guard the house. Plot from GOW5 pretty much stays the same, she aids in rescuing Tyr from Svartalfheim, but follows Atreus to Asgard in order to keep an eye on him. The lines between friend and enemy become blurred, especially the more she gets to know the Midgardian refugees and citizens of Gladsheim. She very quickly gains the attention of Asgard’s beloved spiteful and vicious little shit, who takes every and any opportunity to get on her nerves.

[hoghtastic]

https://www.tumblr.com/hoghtastic/746737552399138816/i-cant-say-that-vikings-is-a-big-deal-in-germany?source=share

Actualy I still don't know why I watched vikings to the end.

It was historical bullshit. To be fair it was more fictional than historical acurate but entertaining. I mean there are so many nicknames/titels ( kings slayer, King of all danes in England and Ireland) and Legends (cows skin, killed king edmund through bounding him on a tree and let his man pierc him with arrows, great with arrows and bows, killed three of Alfreds brothers, let his bones burrie to course the future enemies of his folk when they cross them and so on) about Ivar the boneless and they only focused on boneless. They gave him the most unlikly handicape for this time.

Alex portaited him well. But the storry was bad. Still the Charakters were somehow outstanding.

Dear admin I think your friends are right. The creators focused to much in bringing in where vikings have been. So they stole the storry of ragnars sons. It is a pitty that they filmed near Dublin but left dublins history with ragnars sons completly.

Ivar the King of all vikings in England and Ireland, Hvitserk the King of York, Ubbe the Monster of scotland, Bjorn the travler and Sigurd the King of sweden/denmark.

Poor Guthrun he never hit England in vikings.

Thank you for sharing some of your knowledge on this topic, anon! 😊 Personally, I think that even though the show wasn't historically accurate, it was still very entertaining. And maybe it was its purpose, as I don't think these kind of shows are meant to be extremely accurate or educational — there are probably much better documentaries on this matter? 😄

[talesofourworlds]

Which of your muses would likely be best friends if they met? Which ones would instantly become enemies?

Questions for multimuse blogs!

(ooc: I definitely could see Rita and Rinwell being friends. Even with their differing views on their mageness ((at least before Rinwell learns to accept that part of herself)), they have a bit in common. They both are their respective party's most trusted source when it comes to something magical ((aer and later mana in relation to Rita, astral energy and such for Rinwell)), they both love to read, they both love sweets... I could see them butting heads in terms of their favorite animals, though. Rinwell preferring owls while Rita prefers cats. You also wouldn't want to get on their bad side, since both can be a bit volatile in terms of their emotions.

Jay and Jade... I could see them both either teaming up to be a pair of menaces to some degree, or annoying the absolute hell out of each other. Both intelligent, both usually one step ahead of their party ((though not necessarily true for Jay all the time, since even he loses his grasp on the one braincell from time to time)), both have blood on their hands for things they've done in the past... it really comes down to whether or not they can put up with being similar in personality.

I also feel like I could see Sophie and Nazamil getting along. This one I can't really explain. It's just a feeling. Maybe Sophie would be able to help Nazamil discover more about herself.

Ivar and Walter would absolutely hate each other, I'm pretty sure. They have exactly one thing in common and that's being dutiful, loyal guardians for their respective charges. But where Walter is serious to a near fault and hardly ever cracks a smile, Ivar is definitely more of a dingus. Ivar can be serious, too, but I feel like they would absolutely grate on each other's nerves. They might potentially bond over their respective annoyances toward specific people ((Senel in Walter's case and Jude in Ivar's)), but I don't ever really see them being friends.

I also could see Jude and Aegis maybe getting along. They sure seemed to relate to one another during last year's Spring Festitales, so I feel like there's potential!

One last pair. I could see Kisara and Eizen maybe getting along, or at least being fishing buddies!)